Disclaimer: I do not own DB/Z/GT
Author's Note: I'm baaccck! Well, with THIS story anywayz, please bare with me... I'm gettin' there!
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As the soap suds run through my fingers, lightly splashing in the tub of water while I scrub the clothes,
I can close my eyes and picture earth. I mean when I was littler, and things weren't so bad. I picture
myself in Mama's arms, as she rocks me and sings to me. This was when she was happy with me, when I didn't
become so bad. SHe would smile and hold me, protecting me from the world. I remember her sweet voice,
making everything else go away. I believe she did love me, at one time, and I loved her too. I never stopped
loving her, she was, after all, my Mother.
I begin to hang the clothes up, using a stool so I can reach the rope that is tied from one tree to
another. The wind hits my skin, it's chilly outside today. Goose bumps cover my arms and then I hear
laughing, so I turn and see two Saiyan boys running down the street. They're shooting beams at each
other's feet, and I wonder what the joy in that is. I step down and walk closer to the gate that keeps
me bound in the yard, and I watch them run and jump until they disappear. That's what they all do, disappear.
Even though I'm trapped, I can sometimes let my mind escape to the things I used to enjoy. The days when Mama
and Papa would take me over to another little girl's house, and we would sit in our dresses and look at her dolls,
sipping imaginary tea, or doing whatever best fit our interests. I didn't much like to play with dolls, and on days
that I got to pick what do we usually found ourselves outside, covered in mud and laughing. I remember that girl
a little, she was a few years older than me. Her name was Bulma... but she was sent somewhere and I never saw her again.
"CHICHI! WHAT ARE YOU DOING STANDING THERE?!" I hear Lesandra yell, and quickly move back to the laundry.
She doesn't stop yelling things at me, and I try to block her out. I move faster, maybe if I get more
clothes up, get more work done today, she won't be so mad at me. I quickly finish and move to my next
assignment for the day.
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Author's Note: And yes, it is VERY short. Darn it! But I'll try and get the next chapter up fast!
Author's Note: I'm baaccck! Well, with THIS story anywayz, please bare with me... I'm gettin' there!
~~~
As the soap suds run through my fingers, lightly splashing in the tub of water while I scrub the clothes,
I can close my eyes and picture earth. I mean when I was littler, and things weren't so bad. I picture
myself in Mama's arms, as she rocks me and sings to me. This was when she was happy with me, when I didn't
become so bad. SHe would smile and hold me, protecting me from the world. I remember her sweet voice,
making everything else go away. I believe she did love me, at one time, and I loved her too. I never stopped
loving her, she was, after all, my Mother.
I begin to hang the clothes up, using a stool so I can reach the rope that is tied from one tree to
another. The wind hits my skin, it's chilly outside today. Goose bumps cover my arms and then I hear
laughing, so I turn and see two Saiyan boys running down the street. They're shooting beams at each
other's feet, and I wonder what the joy in that is. I step down and walk closer to the gate that keeps
me bound in the yard, and I watch them run and jump until they disappear. That's what they all do, disappear.
Even though I'm trapped, I can sometimes let my mind escape to the things I used to enjoy. The days when Mama
and Papa would take me over to another little girl's house, and we would sit in our dresses and look at her dolls,
sipping imaginary tea, or doing whatever best fit our interests. I didn't much like to play with dolls, and on days
that I got to pick what do we usually found ourselves outside, covered in mud and laughing. I remember that girl
a little, she was a few years older than me. Her name was Bulma... but she was sent somewhere and I never saw her again.
"CHICHI! WHAT ARE YOU DOING STANDING THERE?!" I hear Lesandra yell, and quickly move back to the laundry.
She doesn't stop yelling things at me, and I try to block her out. I move faster, maybe if I get more
clothes up, get more work done today, she won't be so mad at me. I quickly finish and move to my next
assignment for the day.
~~~
Author's Note: And yes, it is VERY short. Darn it! But I'll try and get the next chapter up fast!