..._--_...

He looked around, his eyes darting from left to right.  ‘Okay, no one.  Here goes.’  As stealthily as he could, he levitated and sped off to the lab, making sure not to draw any unwanted attention to himself.  Corridor by corridor sped past him as he zoomed towards his destination. 

Upon arriving at the large, metal door that she had created, he whipped out the small card that she had presented to him earlier for this situation.  He punched in the 9 digit code that he had been given as well, and with one more furtive glance around, entered the space that the door had concealed.

The entrance behind him closed with a soft ‘whoosh’ and he stared ahead into the darkness, which was clear as day with his heightened sight.

“Took you long enough to get in here.”  A woman’s voice floated up from a corner of the room.  The lights flashed on, and for a moment, the man was blinded.

Once his eyes had adjusted to the sudden brightness, he responded.  “Yeah well, next time you try to break into a place as guarded as this and we’ll time how long it takes you, Bulma.”  Sitting down in a nearby chair, he pulled off the mask which hid his face, and showed himself to be Kakkarot.  He sighed and directed his gaze to Bulma.  “Tell me again why I’m here?”

“Because, Kakkarot,” she pulled up a chair next to him. “We are going to get ChiChi back to you.”

“And you actually believe that this will be possible?”  As anyone in his position would be, he was quite skeptical.

“No.  I don’t just believe it, but I know it as well.  Now, this is what we’re going to do.”  For several minutes, Bulma explained in detail the exact measures that they would take with this plan.  “I’m telling you; it’s positively foolproof.”

“Nothing is ever foolproof when concerned with you.”  Before she put in the response he could so clearly see on her face, he continued.  “So, you’re now a tutor to the Prince?”

Bulma groaned.  “Yes.  Don’t remind me.  I still can’t believe that I’m going to be stuck teaching that whiny brat, about the customs of Chikyuu no less.”

“Aw come on.  I can bet that you’ll end up liking him, as a friend at least.”

She laughed.  “Yes, I’m sure Kakkarot.  I have great plans for Prince Vejita and I to be best friends.”  

..._--_...

Papers, photos, and other memories were scattered all around ChiChi.  Though it was late at night, she had the urge to go through her old things which had been kept in the trunk at the base of her bed.  Ranging from her baby photos to birthday parties, from her parents to her friends, most of her life was shown in her albums and journals.  She appeared to be searching for something, but she had no idea as to what it was.  She simply figured that she would know what it was as soon as she came across it.

She let out a slight laugh as she spied a picture of her 7th birthday.  That year, it was only a small party with her parents.  By the end of the night, a mock food fight had broken out between the trio and they were all covered in chocolate cake, laying on the floor and laughing.  It was one of the final happy moments in the family.  Six months later, her mother had died from a fatal disease.

ChiChi shook her head to clear away the sorrowful memories, and returned to the task of sifting through the large pile.  She flipped through a flowered pink journal half-heartedly, when a small picture fell out of the pages.  Curiously, she bended down and picked up the picture.  She sighed.  ‘Kakkarot..’  ChiChi flipped through the elegant paper, trying to find the page that the picture belonged to.  ‘Ah hah!  I’ve been wondering where this was.’

..._--_...

Dear Diary,

          He kissed me!  Kakkarot finally kissed me!!  After all those months of waiting, he made his move.  And I was starting to think that he could never have the same feelings as I did.  Oh yes, he told me that he loved me too.  I was in such a daze after that kiss, I didn’t know whether I imagined it or he said it.  But when I said ‘I love you too’, he reached down and kissed me again!  Wow.  He’s such a great kisser.. and so handsome.. and so brave..
          I know it’s a little early on for this, but I know this for certain.  Son Kakkarot will be the man that I marry.  I just know it.  Whenever I’m around him, I get such a feeling in my stomach and my heart starts beating rapidly.  I can’t explain it, but mark my words: I’ll someday be Son ChiChi.  Even if my father forbids it and I must give up my title to do it, I will.
          I hope nothing ever comes between him and myself.  I love him more than anyone I ever have in my life..

~ChiChi

..._--_...

As she read the entry, she held back tears.  ‘Looks like we’ll never get married now.  I was so foolish for thinking that way.  I was over-optimistic, and now he’s gone and left me.’  She turned and stared at the piles of books on her desk, aiding her in learning about Vejita-sei.  ‘I will be the queen of Vejita-sei in one year.  I have to put Kakkarot behind me.’  Somehow, that very thought brought more tears to her eyes and she couldn’t hold them back any longer.  Drop by drop rolled down her pale cheeks and landed in her lap.  She buried her face in her hands and cried for her lost love, her misfortune, and her future.  ‘How am I going to get through this?’ 

..._--_...

“Your majesty?”

King Maou turned around to face the voice.  “Yes?  What is it, Ayani?”

The tall slave girl bowed her head, and without looking up, relayed her message to the King.  “Sir, it has been asked of me to inform you that King Vejita is waiting to speak to you in the communications room.”

“Very well.  Thank you for telling me.”

“It is always a pleasure to serve you, my liege.”  She bowed once more and left the throne room.

..._--_...

“Hello my friend!  It is good to see your healthy face once more.”

King Vejita greeted Gyuu Maou with a smile.  “And you as well.  How is Chikyuu?"

“Chikyuu is fine.  Though I'm not quite sure it will be once ChiChi has gone through her rage.”  At this statement, both of the rulers chuckled.

“Ah, I'm sure that your daughter seems like an angel next to my son.  How is young ChiChi?”  Vejita enquired.

“She is fine.  She’s been busy with her studies of Vejita-sei.”

“Vejita has been busy as well, though not with studies.  But, a woman here who was originally from Chikyuu will be teaching my son in the months to come.  She is quite intelligent, so I trust her to teach Vejita the best.” 

King Maou scratched his beard thoughtfully.  “Really?  Someone from Chikyuu on Vejita-sei?  I thought there were none of that kind.  What is her name?” 

“Bulma Briefs, I believe.  Her father was a well-known scientist on your planet, from what I gather,”  King Vejita responded.  “Perhaps you have heard of the Briefs?” 

“Yes, I have.  I was very close friends with Dr. Briefs until his death two years ago.  Bulma and ChiChi used to play together when they were younger.  I’ve known Bulma since she was a child, and you couldn’t have picked a better person for Vejita.  Though I must say, she is a bit.. short tempered.” 

The spiky-haired ruler smirked.  “In that case, she is all the better to teach Vejita.  It will be quite interesting to watch these events unfold.”

..._--_...

An hour after her breakdown, ChiChi was idly flipping through the pages of her textbooks, looking for something of interest about the planet she was to live on soon.  ‘God, is fighting all that Saiyjins think of?’  She had seen pages and pages of combat techniques and historic battles.  While she was a lover of fighting herself, there was a point where it was too much.  And Vejita-sei certainly crossed that point.

The slightly brown pages turned over and over again, not satisfying the princess.  Then, ChiChi stopped when she came across a diagram of a male Saiyjin’s body.  Her eyes widened.  ‘Tails?  Saiyjins have tails?  But Kakkarot had a tail.  Was he a Saiyjin?  Is he on Vejita-sei?’  Her mind reeled with questions as her former guard invaded her thoughts once more.

Once she realized what she doing, she mentally smacked herself.  She wasn’t supposed to be thinking of Kakkarot!  She was supposed to be concentrating on learning about Vejita-sei.  She sighed and rested her head on her hands.  Out of the corner of her eye, she spied the picture found earlier, poking out of her childhood diary.  ‘Dammit.  Why does everything remind me of him?  I have to stop this.’ 

She stood up from the chair and picked up her journal.  Eyeing it with annoyance, ChiChi looked around her room for somewhere to hide it, where she would never be able to find it again.  This surely would help her in forgetting about Kakkarot.  After all, the only photo and entry about him were in the book.

Her eyes landed on one of the elaborately decorated closets.  With a triumphant grin on her face, she walked over to it in several strides and opened up the door.  She looked up and saw the highest shelf, caked with dust from years of neglect.  ChiChi dragged over a nearby chair and climbed onto it, making her tall enough to reach the ledge.  Casting one last look at the flowered cover, she threw the journal into the darkest reaches of the closet.  She shut the door gently and returned the removed furniture to its proper place.  Leaning against the cool wall, ChiChi smiled softly.  ‘I feel better already.  This is the right thing to do.  Forgetting Kakkarot is the best thing I can do right now.. right?’