Chapter 1

The night was warm and dark it was one of those nights where you appreciate the cold breeze that hits your skin. Weather was the last thing ChiChi could think about. So many things had happened over the last few years that she hardly had time to think of anything but living. It's been a while since she could enjoy things but she was not the only one.

Her head turned to the bed next to her, thank god there was still someone left. Everyday she would wake up and thank someone or something that her kind was still with her. She walked over to the window looking up at the sky. Night seemed to hide everything the dark always swallows things that the senses could pick up. But the night could not swallow her feelings to night or what she was thinking.

She looks on to the wasteland of a kingdom she once knew. Her father had owned all of this land, at one point you could use the word beautiful to describe it. That of course was a long time ago and beautiful was far from what the land was now. So she sat on the ledge of the window and remembered her old life. If she tried hard enough the wasteland before her would turn into the beauty it was before. What was left now looked like Egypt.

Five years the Saiyans took over the land. The humans were forced to live in fear under them. Chichi had always been taught to look for the tail and if it was there to get away. They sometimes tormented the people there for no reason at all but Chichi had never seen a Saiyan up close, so she wondered if they were even real.

Night was the only time Chichi really had to think about things. The rest of the day everyone spent working or doing anything to keep him or her from thinking about the saiyans. She was really worried about her friends even though she had no reason to really be. Her friend 18 was older than her by two years, she had someone she was waiting for but he was working for the Saiyans. There was no guarantee that he would come back but 18 refused to believe it.

Bulma was her younger friend by one year. She was fifteen and kind of quiet. Chichi wondered if she ever really heard her talk or if she just imagines it. None-the-less Bulma was a good friend, she listened and was always there especially now. Pretty much everyone was quiet now except Chichi and 18.

The sun came to wake up the girls in the room. They were lucky, they did not get sent to the Saiyan's village. Many girls were sent there because the guys liked the human women. Some of the girls were forced to have their children or at least that's what Chichi heard. Pretty much everyone was a slave to the hateful race.

18 got up and stood by ChiChi," Krillin will come back for me. Someone will help us don't worry."

Chichi nodded still starring off into the distance. She had spent most of her time wondering where her father was but now that it was morning she had no time to think. It was time to go tend to daily chores like normal.

The girls went outside and gathered water for themselves and some of them cooked meals to send off to the Saiyans. None of the women had actually seen one but many of them had heard horrible stories. Nobody ever asked questions.

Bulma dug her hands in the dirt picking up the food they had grown. It was too bad that a princess had to do this work. But that was what they were all reduced to, nothing more than slaves.

"At least we got to keep our clothes," 18 says pulling on her silk skirt.

Bulma nods to agree but Chichi shakes her head, "But just look at them now. Nothing more than a servant's rags."

"Silk servant rags," 18 chimed in, "I'm not optimistic I just want you guys to feel better."

The girls nodded and continued with their work. Chichi got up and walked out of the line to go to the well. She was heading toward the one that was off in the distance because she wanted to be alone. That's something she always cherished.

She picked up the bucket full of water and with all the thoughts in her head she forgot about it easily and dropped it. As she went to pick it up she saw someone step in front of her. And then she saw the tail drop to the ground and panicked.