So, I got a private message about my story, and I would like to make it perfectly clear to my readers this one simple point. This Is My Damn Story! I will write it like I want to, and the characters will do what I want them to! Clear? I love hearing feedback and anything else. Questions, comments, pretty much anything! But when someone tells me that my complete story bombs and the story line just doesn't work, can't hold water or whatever... No. That's when you can take your ass and go back to Dr. Seuss books! I apologise to my normal readers/reviewers for this rant, but I just wanted to get this out. Enjoy and review! :)

I only own the story line and this laptop, just not DBZ or any of the characters... No matter how badly I wish I owned Goku... *sigh* Total sadness...

Housewife: When Chichi's Had Enough

Ch.4 What Are YOU Doing Here?

7:00 am and the world was just awakening. People were going into work early, people coming home late from the late shift at work. Yes, it was a glorious Monday morning and the world was moving once again. Especially one very grouchy Saiyan...

'Where the hell is that blasted woman? She left yesterday morning and stayed all night with Kakkarot... No phone call, no message, nothing! Wait... What the hell am I doing? I'm starting to sound like her parents with all this fussing! She means nothing to me. Not a damn thing...'

Vegeta was grumbling to himself while preparing to make a trip. He was going deep into one of the jungles out in the hotter parts of the world. How the world could be freezing in once place and hot as hell in another he had no idea... If Bulma wanted to stay out all night at- Oh how he loathed him- Kakkarot's house, then by all means, let her! Vegeta stood up from putting on his boots and stomped his way down the hall. "Oh Vegeta dear! Breakfast is ready!" The high-pitched, happy voice of Bunny Breifs could be heard as he made the last step.

'What did I do to deserve this so early in the morning...?' Bunny made it a national sport of touching Vegeta on a daily basis... In her words, she enjoyed feeling the skin of such a big, strong man whenever she could. To make matters worse, her husband would just sit there and smile at him... How could he not get upset? To quote Dr. Breifs, "She can touch anyone she wants but at the end of the night, who's bed does she come back to?" Vegeta just scoffed. 'If someone didn't watch her 24/7 she would be in my room!'

Vegeta continued on his path to the front door, completely ignoring Bunny's protests that he needed to eat to keep his nice manly figure in tip top shape. Repressing the urge to shiver, he blasted off the front steps and headed on his way to a nice little jungle he found a few weeks back.

It was called the Amazon...

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It was around 8:00 in the morning when Chikianna was awoken from a very peaceful slumber. There was this banging... And she had a feeling it wasn't from drinking too much. 'Seriously? Someone at the door at this hour?' She drug herself out of bed and got half-way to the door before she realised what she was wearing. There went the knocking again. "Ahh! Give me a second will you? Damn, I don't have a jet!" She picked up the robe off the foot of the bed and tied it tight before making her way oer to the bed.

Opening the door she was met with the serious face of the manager. 'Manager... This can't be good...' She smiled at him. "Can I help you with something Mr. Paramore?" He handed the envelope in his hands over to her. "Mrs. Son, a woman delivered this letter here this morning and said it was urgent. That you needed to read it right away." Chikianna was shocked. "Uhm, did she leave her name or anything? Nothing? At all?" The manager frowned and shook his head sadly. "I apologise Mrs. Son, she said nothing other than to give you this letter immediately." Chikianna nodded dumbly and closed the door.

'Who the hell would know where I was...?' She sat down and tore into the letter. It was from her village. 'Wait what? The village? They never contacted me before! This must be horrible!' While Chikianna was freaking out over the address, Chichi was just waking up but decided to stay quiet, lest she mess up Chikianna's train of thought. 'Better see what it says...' She prepared herself for the worst and opened it up.

'Dearest Princess Chikianna,

We understand you've been living under your mother's nickname Chichi, but given the circumstances, your full formal title is needed. This morning, about 7:30ish, a stranger invaded our village. We figured he was just a lost traveler or something so we tried to just direct him on his way but he decided to cause a lot of problems! He has trashed half our village as of now! We've never seen anything like him, so strong and muscled and... I'm getting off topic! As I was saying, we tranquilized him and have him in ki restraints in our prison. The moment he woke up he started demanding to see our leader! The only person we could think of besides your father was your brother Kaito. Unfortunately, he went with your father on a vacation to Hawaii. We were in the lurch until you're Aunt Noeleen mentioned that you were staying at the spa and were planning to come home on Thursday but since this was an emergency, we had to contact you. As of right now, he's shouting in the cell behind us that we need to hurry up and get the ruler here. Please hurry your Highness!

Sincerely, Lady Mira'

"Holy Crap! Someone is tearing up my village! They. Will. Pay." Chikianna grit her teeth, crumpled up the letter, and ran for her bags. If they wanted the princess, they were gonna get her. It was a good thing she packed her traditional Amazon robes! She wanted to go as a visitor and just spend a few days there, but now she had to adorn her role as acting royalty. 'Well, I wanted a fun week, I'm gonna get it.' Chikianna rushed into the bathroom to prepare for the long day ahead of her...

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Goku rolled over in the bed only to run out of room and hit the hardwood floor. He had a long night what with all those nightmares of Chichi and Vegeta... He shuddered. Yawning he decided he should check out downstairs and see how the night went. It was just after 8:00 so someone should be up. Well, Gohan. He was the only other one in the house besides him now that Chichi was gone.

'Chichi...'

Goku walked down the stairs to see a mop of blue hair laying on the computer table. Bulma stayed up until after 3:00 that night until she passed out on the keyboard, cup of cold coffee in hand. Goku smirked and faught back a small laugh. 'Wait until she finds out that she's gonna have key imprints on her forehead...' Walking into the kitchen he saw a miniature buffet all set out for him. 'Gohan.' There was a note sitting beside the pancakes in Gohan's handwriting. He smiled and picked it up.

'Dad,

I got up about 7:00 and decided to make breakfast and stuff for you. I already ate and I went out to train some with Piccolo. Oh! By the way, don't wake up Bulma. She was up really late last night so I just let her sleep and set food aside for her. Thanks! Be back by lunch.

Love, Gohan'

Well, Gohan was taken care of for the day. Now what? He had nothing else to do until Bulma decided to finally get up. And Gohan made it clear she wasn't to be woken up. He could always go find them and train with him and Piccolo...

Or Vegeta! Vegeta would make a great sparring buddy since he was still training to become a super Saiyan. He was so close Goku could sense it. Maybe he could help Vegeta with that! Goku's stomach picked that exact moment to make it's self known. 'But first... Breakfast!'

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Vegeta didn't know what happened! He went to the Amazon forest and came along a village. And of course he had to give them the royal treatment; yelling and fighting whoever came across his path. A bunch of the finest looking women in dresses that were way too short and way too tight were trying to get him to leave but it wasn't working. 'Damn, is the whole village made up of women?' The sudden outburst of fighters told him otherwise. They were men. And they didn't like some newcomer flirting with their women. Vegeta was powering up a blast when he felt a sting in his back. Then another. It felt like little bees stinging him. He turned around to give the shooter a piece of his mind when everything went blank...

The next thing he knew, he was in a cage wearing this weird looking metal bracelets. He had seen them before when Bulma decided to have fun with him one night. 'What the hell did she call these infernal contraptions? Uhm.. Ki restraints, that was it..' It was made to keep your ki down to an average human's strength. He was weak! These little human women made him weak! The prince of all Saiyans wasn't about to stand for that!

After a good twenty minutes of yelling, a woman walked in and just stood infront of his cell. She said nothing, just stood and tapped her foot, waiting for him to shut up.

"Well woman? What the hell do you want?" Vegeta was not having a good day and he didn't need some scantily clad woman, standing just outside his reach, tormenting him.

The woman just raised an eyebrow at him. "What's it to ya?" Now was Vegeta's turn to raise an eyebrow. "I'm a Prince woman. I will ask what I want, when I want and I'll get answers..." The woman smirked. So he was a prince eh? She could knock him down a notch or two. "Well, Your Highness," she spat with as much sarcasm she could muster up, "I was told to come and tell you that the leader you requested? They're on their way. It's Princess Chikianna." She turned and dragged up a chair right next to his cell. All Vegeta could do was stare at the gentle sway of her hips and how sensually she sat in the chair. She was taunting him... "Look... I am not in the mood to play with you or anyone else in this Kami forsaken village! All I want is to be let go!" She shrugged nonchalantly and leaned back in the chair. "Well then buddy boy, you'll just have to wait on the princess. If she deems you free to leave I'll be more than happy to letcha go."

Vegeta was getting nowhere. With a heavy sigh, he gave in. "Fine. Will you atleast tell me what I'm supposed to call a whore such as yourself?" Vegeta smirked at the look on her little porceline face. She grumbled to herself. "Sorry ass son of a bitch... It's Mira. I'm the princess' first lady." Mira pulled out a nail file and commenced to working on her nails. Vegeta just raised a brow. "Are you having fun...?" She didn't respond. He smirked. So she wanted to play hard ball eh?

Vegeta reached through the bars and pulled the edge of the chair closer to him. He chuckled at her startled gasp. Maybe prison could be fun...

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Chikianna walked into the village gates to find the town in a hustle. With the big tournament only a few days away, there was much to be done and repairs to be made because of this morning. She straightened out her black and red dress. It looked like it was half shredded but she was wearing something underneath... A red silk slip. Sheer, but it covers. It was a simple one strap, over the shoulder dress that went about mid thigh. The red and black was just dashed in through the shreds. She had on a long flowing black cape with a red fur trim around it. Set upon her head was a tiara she hadn't worn in years. Simple, yet elegant. Even for an outfit like this, she still looked like royalty. This was a traditional Amazonian dress! She looked just like she did when she lived here.

'Black and red...' As a symbol to royalty, she was the only one allowed to wear thos colors. The rest of them wore deep blue and blackish tinted blues. 'It's been so long since I've worn these colors! Ok, you are a princess. Next heir to the throne, soon to be Queen! Remember why you're here. Hold you're head high and go!'

Chikianna finished up her pep-talk and stepped inside the already open, wire gate. "Ahem." Chikianna cleared her throat. Immediately, every set of eyes was on her. She set her cool facade and inclined her head ever so slightly. The crowd dropped to one knee with a fist across their chest in mutual respect for their princess' homecoming. She smiled and walked over to one face she knew very well.

"Mika. How have things been around my land since I've been gone?" Mika raised up off of one knee and smiled brightly. "Princess Chikianna!" She flung her arms around the radiant princess. "Oh Chi! We've missed you so much! The village has been doing great up until today-" She abruptly pulled back. "That man! We have him down in the prison. Mira's down there watching him, lest he try to run." Chikianna listened with intrest as she told about what happened. "I see... Well, if he wants to see the leader, he's got her. Show the way Mika." She smiled on last time at the young girl in front of her before turning back to the crowd. "You may rise and resume your natural duties to better the land!" Her voice boomed over the tree tops. She smirked. 'Kami it's been far too long since I've done that. I may need to have an extended stay after this.' The crowd murmured their welcoming and as they went back to work they smiled and inclined their heads as they passed. Chikianna turned to follow Mika. 'Yes. Far too long indeed.'

Upon entering the holding rooms, the first thing she noticed was that they had redone the walls. What? She spent a lot of time down here in her teenage years... There was always a reason; 1. She had done something and was being punished. 2. One of her friends did something and she was bailing them out. Or, the usual, 3. She was there to determine what to do with a new "criminal." Ahh... So many wonderful days in here.

She opened the door to the cells and what she saw made her jaw drop. Her first lady was practically throwing herself at the prisoner! His hand was inching up her midnight blue, mid-calf high dress. It was nothing like Chi's red and black dress. More conservative and flew outward rather than hug her inward. It was a strapless and Chikianna thought she was just about to fall out! Mira glided her hand across his shoulder and into his hair. This was getting sickening. Chikianna never liked anything even semi romantic. She believed in the policy of screw and you're through. So did Mira the last time she checked. This was getting disgusting... Wait, is she...? Aw hell no. There is no making out, touching, nothing in her prison. Just as Mira's lips were fixing to come in contact with his lips she stamped her six inch black stiletto heel into the concrete.

"Oh Mira, Mira, Mira... I think... NOT! What the hell do you think you're doing? How many times do I have to stretch this rule? Nothing happens in the cells Mira! Damn! You'd think after all these years you would have learned a thing or two!" Throughout the entire lecture she slowly made her way over to the woman in trouble. Mira stood up at breakneck speed. "Y-your Highness... I-I-I uhm... That is to say..." Chikianna was watching the whole scene with an amused smirk on her face. Mira was never very good at explaining after she got caught...

"Cut it Mira. I'm not in the mood. And what the hell is up with you? Is this any way to address the future Queen? By standing around lookin' all hot and bothered? I think not!" Mira caught the jest and immediately hit her knees, leaving a certain Saiyan prince viewable. Chikianna looked behind Mira to see who she was fixing to have a make out session when who should she see but Prince Vegeta.

Her eyes bugged out. "Vegeta?" It came out in more of a gasp than was originally intended. His eyes were roving over her while he wore that senscious smirk. He looked up into her eyes and his smirk just got broader.

"Lookin' good Harpy. Since when did you become such a slave driver?"

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Vegeta was in heaven. After a bit of talking over, the woman sitting in the chair gave up and decided to enjoy it. No sooner than he got his hand up to just the beginning of ground 'x' did someone walk in. He heard a sharp click on the floor but ignored it until he heard a voice he remembered quite well.

The Harpy...

"Oh Mira, Mira, Mira... I think... NOT! What the hell do you think you're doing? How many times do I have to stretch this rule? Nothing happens in the cells Mira! Damn! You'd think after all these years you would have learned a thing or two!" Damn. The harpy's got some guts. He knew she had them before but now, something was different. The woman who was sitting stood as soon as she heard her name. "Y-your Highness... I-I-I uhm... That is to say..." Vegeta had to choose between two emotions at once. Shock over the fact that Kakkarot's woman was a princess, the one he had to talk to about getting out of here at that, and amusement over hearing this 'Lady in Waiting' try to explain herself.

The woman just sounded bored with all this and decided to put an end to it all. "Cut it Mira. I'm not in the mood. And what the hell is up with you? Is this any way to address the future Queen? By standing around lookin' all hot and bothered? I think not!" Vegeta couldn't hide his amusement at that! The harpy was demanding respect! 'Way to go wen-' his thought was cut short when he saw what she was wearing. 'That dress is way too revealing! If she wants to reveal that much she needs to be at home, with her mate. Not out in public... Unless, she needs me to teach her a lesson. In which case I will happily oblige...' Vegeta smirked at all the ways he could do to teach the harpy what she needed to learn...

"Vegeta?" He finished his thorough investigation of her deliciously well trimmed body and looked back into her eyes. He saw confusion, anger- at that Mira chick he guessed- and something... else. It looked almost feral to him. This only made his ever present smirk widen.

"Lookin' good Harpy. Since when did you become such a slave driver?"

TBC...

*Dun dun dahh... Cliff hanger! What will become of Vegeta? Will she have his head for the crimes against her village? Will he try something with the Amazon Princess? And most importantly, will she succomb if he decides to...? More in the next chapter! Review, review, review! :D (Hint: Reviews make me update faster... Use that tip how you may...) More of both stories soon!
*Luvies, GCL