Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I don’t own DBZ…none of us fanfic writers do…unless Akira Toriyama is actually one of us…

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Chichi winced as she sank into the bathtub and the water stung her wounds, making them urn as if she lay in acid instead of warm water. She picked up the washcloth and began to gently scrub herself clean, removing all the dirt and bloodstains that marred her otherwise perfect body.

“Goku…” She closed her eyes and remember her loving husband, the way e used to grin and say her name, how happy he always was…unbidden a picture of Raditz sprung to mind he was so different to Goku and yet he was like him in small ways…she shivered, no, Raditz was nothing lie her Goku, he was one of the murderers who had helped kill her husband and her little boy…

“Oh Gohan…” Chichi’s voice broke and tears flowed down her face, she slipped under the water, letting the water sting her wounds, the pain helping her forget that her little boy was gone now.

She came to the surface of the water an pulled her straggly hair away from her face, she had to make sure Trunks was alright, she couldn’t let Bulma down…

What was that?

Chichi froze as she heard a sound, a footstep she realised…was it Raditz? She silently got out of the water, sliding out silently like a snake and wrapping a towel around herself. She expertly knotted her hair up and took a small step towards the bathroom, door, keeping as quiet a she could she placed her had on the door knob and turned it slowly millimetre by millimetre, the she slowly opened the door a crack and peered through…

Raditz.

She could see him, he stood dejectedly in the middle of the room, his back was too her but she could tell from the slope of his shoulders that he was unhappy about something. Chichi swung the door opened and stepped out, still Raditz did not turn around, although she knew that he knew she was there.

“Raditz?” She kept well back from him, he slowly turned around and raised his eyes to hers, he looked ashamed, she realised with a start, incredibly ashamed.

“I’m…sorry.” He looked away quickly, “I didn’t have any control…I was…”

“I’d like to say that’s its okay…but it isn’t.”

Raditz jerked as if she’s hit him, “I tried to stop myself…but it was too strong.”

“I know.” Chichi opened a drawer and pulled out one of her dresses.

“You called me Goku.”

She turned around, mouth agape at the hurt in his tone; ready to tell that she didn’t remember saying that, but h had turned around to face the window again, his shoulders slumped again. “I dreamt about him after I passed out…I didn’t knowingly call you that.” She pulled on the dress, not caring if he turned and saw her.

Raditz could see her reflection in the glass, he watched her pull her dress on and then carelessly squeeze water out of her hair onto the carpet, he wondered if she new she had a huge bruise on one side of her face…from him or from the other stranger he didn’t know, but it was there, a bitter reminder that he had hurt the only person he cared for last night.

“I’m going to check on Trunks.” She turned and marched from the room limping slightly; he heard her bang about in the baby’s room, then she came back out. “I’m going to rest now.”

“Do you want me to leave?” He turned ad watched as she paused near the bed.

“Yes.” She met his eyes, her were expressionless, as hard and cold as steel, he walked up to her and raised his hand to touch her face.

Chichi pulled away. “Don’t touch me.” Her words were only whispers, but they had enough power to wound Raditz and send him hurrying from the room.

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Vegeta woke up and stared at the young saiyan who was asleep next to him, wondering why he watched her with a small sneer on his face. She was perfect for him, she was young, willing to bear him children and was descended from a high-class saiyan bloodline, and yet all he felt for her was contempt. She was gorgeous, but it was no secret that she was out to sucker him into a saiyan bond and become the saiyan Princess, Raditz had told him most of the gossip that Chichi and her human friend chatted about.

The saiyan prince stood up, not bothering to wake up the sleeping saiyan female, he paused to look at her, wondering why he wished so badly to see curling blue locks instead of spiky black hair, he was over Bulma, she was gone, not yet dead, but most likely mindless by now at the hands of that monster. He opened a drawer and puled a sweater that had been hers, the scent of her skin still clung heavily and he breathed it in, then with a growl he threw it to the floor and turned on his heel and strode off to wash the smell of grape from his skin, the picture of the blue haired woman he cared so much about in his mind.

Vegeta growled angrily, he no longer cared for the blue haired woman; she was no longer his concern.

And yet the pain remained…

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Grape stirred and woke up with a start, she looked anxiously around but Prince Vegeta was nowhere to be seen, it was a pity, she wished to look upon him and lick the wounds he had gotten fighting for the right to mate her last night. She rolled over and stretched. He had been marvellous - his fighting technique had been like nothing she had ever seen, he had beaten the other saiyan men senseless and had then claimed her with that primal saiyan roar that was such a turn on.

With a yawn Grape rolled over and stretched, her stretch faltering as her eyes fell on the sweater that lay on the floor. It was not her sweater - she owned no sweater and knew that Vegeta would not own such a feminie piece of clothing. She reached out of bed and grabbed it, bringing it close to her face, she sniffed and snarled, it smelt of the woman, that Bulma wretch, the one that those foolish earth woman claimed Vegeta had bonded with, she picked a long blue hair off it and sneered at it.

What kind of male would find blue hair attractive?

She gathered her ki and incinerated the sweater, letting the ashes drift to the floor as she stood up and began to dress. She did not feel the need to shower; she would walk amongst her saiyan friends and let them smell that the Prince had chosen her.

She heard the sound of the shower running and smiled. Then again a shower might not be all bad! She would go in and surprise her Prince, let his have her under the water. Grape shivered with anticipation, for her Prince Vegeta was a man who would never be surpassed in battle or in bed.

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