The Rebirth of Princess ChiChi (PROLOGUE)
BY: Cassandra H.
Chichi walked toward her mountain home. In one arm she held a bag of groceries, the other was dragging a wild boar.
"That will teach you to chase me home again," she said triumphantly to her husband's dinner.
After reaching home and preparing the meat, she looked around her home for something to clean.
Well might as well start with myself, thought the princess turned house wife, and she went outside to light a fire and gather the water for her bath.
As she slipped into water that would boil lesser humans alive, she couldn't help but think of her husband. She grinned foolishly. She wanted to be perfect for his visit tomorrow, and that meant being clean. As she scrubbed her long raven hair she contemplated their strange relationship. From the first time she saw him it was love.
A handsome pure hearted wild boy coming to save the princess from her burning castle on his magic cloud. Of course, the princess had squeezed her hero's tail and threw him off the cloud when he had reached between her legs to decipher her gender.
She giggled at the memory of their first meeting.
Goku was such wild innocent boy, so strong and hansom. From the minute she saw him she wanted him for herself. And when he promised to marry her, oh my, from then on he was the star in all her adolescent fantasies. She was smitten in every sense of the word. If she was a normal girl she would have written his name on her notebook hundreds of times, but she was an Amazon princess, so most of her fantasies consisted of Goku defeating her and then carrying her off to make her HIS. And that's what happened.
She giggled again. Her mother would be proud.
When she got out, she went inside fixed her hair and dressed in her best her gown. It was silk with pink roses and cut in Japanese kimono style.
She had cooked most of the food yesterday so it only had to be heated up.
Now she only had to cook the boar, set the table and put on her makeup, then it would be just her and her husband.
"Gandma! I'm here!" shouted a voice as the door opened, interrupting her thoughts.
Pan the girl, had nearly begged her parents to spend the weekend with her favorite Grampa.
Chichi had to admit she was a little jealous of Pans hero worship. Wasn't she a cool grandmother? If only she could destroy cosmic evil with a frying pan, she probably could give it quite a head ache.
No, an Amazon only truly fights for love; and she had found hers, so there was no need to continue.
"Horra grandma, when's dinner?"
"Soon Panny-chan."
Yup, fighting had got her all the love she needed.