Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Trials and Tribulations of Being Royalty ❯ Unspeakable Crimes ( Chapter 11 )

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Chapter 11: Unspeakable Crimes

Slamming her locker door shut, Chi-Chi jumped when she saw her two female friends. Hugging her books tighter to her chest, the three girls headed towards the cafeteria followed by the ever present Richard.

"So, Chi, your father is coming back tonight isn't he?" Bulma asked.

"Yeah, he said he would be back sometime tonight. I don't know exactly when, and I don't really care. I don't plan on being there… or else I'll be asleep. I don't feel like talking to him for right now."

"I don't blame you." Juuhachi said sympathetically as she put her arm around her raven haired friend. Bulma copied the blonde's action as they entered the lunch room and headed outside.

Within the week after the banquet, the group had become quite close with Chi-Chi. Chi-Chi's previous behavior was more or less forgotten by the members of `the group.' After her talk with Richard, she had told them bits and pieces of what had happened. However, most of it she kept to herself. During the past week, Chi-Chi had formed a strong bond with Bulma and Juuhachi, so that they were close to being sisters. However, none of her ties with anyone in the group compared to the ties she had with the Saiyans.

Sitting herself between Vegeta and Goku, Chi-Chi took out a simple salad and a bottle of water. She had gotten used to the vast amounts of food eaten by the Saiyans, but they hadn't gotten used to the small amount of food that she consumed. Looking at her meal for that afternoon, Goku merely shook his head as he dove into his countless bowls of rice and other containers of food.

"Chi, you can't avoid him forever you know. I mean, you are going to have to talk to him at some point. It's inevitable."

"I know that, Bulma, but it doesn't mean I can't put it off. The last thing I really want is to see or hear him. I mean, I already have to put up with the bastard over there." she said as she waved in Richard's direction. "Is anything on the agenda for tonight? Anything to get me out of the house?"

"Don't worry, Chi. Even if we don't do something, you know you can always come over to our place." Goku said. "And if no one can do anything, you and me can go somewhere, and Vegeta if he wants to."

"Thanks Goku." Chi-Chi said as she resumed eating. Her appetite was reduced even more with the thought of her `beloved' father returning that night. However, her thoughts were interrupted by Richard as he moved to speak.

"Chi-Chi," he began sternly, " you can't ignore your father. He did what he thought was best." His lecture was cut off as Vegeta jumped to his feet and advanced towards the Royal Guard.

"Did what was best?" he growled, projecting a cold glare at the frightened guard. "Wiping her memories and fucking with her brain is for the best? Not punishing a murderer and rapist was for the best? And I suppose that getting sexually harassed was for the best as well, right?"

"Vegeta, stop. Get away from that piece of shit. If I could have, he would have been gone long ago. Leave him alone, he isn't worth it." Chi-Chi said as she laid her hand on his shoulder in order to stop his harassment on her guard.

Vegeta gave Richard a final glare before returning to the table with Chi-Chi. Chi-Chi glanced at her guard, muttering "Your one lucky son of a bitch." as she returned to her seat.

Picking at her salad, Chi-Chi became immersed in her thoughts of her conversation with Richard from so many nights ago.

~~*~*Flashback*~*~~

"I had only been working as your guard for a few months. You were about six years old when it happened. We had one of our large banquets with members of high society from hundreds of miles around. The flashbacks you have been having were lost memories from this time. Don't ask any questions when I'm done, Chi-Chi. This is hard enough as it is. I never thought I would have to talk to you about that night, I always thought that it would remain a secret.

Among those people that were there that night was Count Visto and his wife. You know how the Countess was your mother's best friend. Well, the only reason the Count married her was because of her closeness with your mother. It seemed that the Count had an obsession for your mother, and that night, he finally went through with his countless threats against her. Your mother had gone upstairs to her room, taking you with her. She never was one for large crowds and the social events that came with her station in life.

My memories of what happened when she went upstairs are sketchy because I wasn't there. On the other hand, you were. It seems that Count Visto had hidden himself in her private quarters so that when she came in the room, she didn't know that he was there, nor did she know the fate that awaited her. It seems as though he managed to subdue her enough so that he could rape her. All these years, he had said that he would have her, whether she wanted him or not and he finally did it. He raped her and somewhere in his own passionate frenzy, he cut off her air passageway, choking her to death.

He escaped the castle and the King and I were the ones to be alerted to the room by your own screams. You were in a deep state of shock. Apparently you had come out of the bathroom to see him on your mother. At your age, you couldn't have known just what was going on. But, when we got up there, you were backed up against a wall, screaming like crazy. At that time, we didn't know just what had happened, but after a coronary report and hints we picked up from your muttering we became aware of the occurrences in the room.

The King and I hired a number of psychologists and other professionals, but no one could get through to you. You went from being an energetic and happy child, to a mute. You refused to speak or acknowledge anyone's presence. The only time your voice could be heard was at night, when your screams echoed throughout the palace due to your nightmares. After a year of this, my brother approached your father with a solution. As dangerous as it was, your father hoped to have his daughter back. Albert proposed drug sessions and other mind altering drugs along with extensive psychotherapy to make you forget about that night. It would make it seem like a bad dream, a forgotten nightmare."

~~*~*End of Flashback*~*~~

"Chi-Chi? Chi-Chi? Hey, Chi?" Goku continued to call her name until finally Chi-Chi shook away the memories of that night. She looked up at the tall Saiyan to see the concern that marred his handsome face. "Are you alright Chi?"

"Yeah, I'm fine Goku. I was just thinking."

"Okay, well its time to go to class. You want me to walk you to class?"

"Don't worry about it Goku. I'm all the way in the history section, and you have to get to English. I'll talk to you in Gym, okay?"

The two departed, going towards their respective classes. This was the one period that she lacked one of her good friends in. Maron was in this class with her, but she didn't talk much to the blue haired girl.

Once she had settled into her seat, the Professor began his newest lecture. Unable to concentrate on World History, Chi-Chi allowed herself to return to her former line of thought.

~~*~*Flashback*~*~~

"After Albert had spent a few days working with you, the King and I fabricated a reality for you. With the help of Albert's mind altering drugs, we made you believe that the horrors of the past year had only been the terrors of an unmemorable nightmare. In those few days, we deleted an entire year of your life and replaced it with a forgotten night terror. We told you that your mother had died of an illness and until today, we have maintained the secret truth to your mother's demise.

We never thought you would remember, we all thought that Albert's drugs would continue their effect. I guess your run in with Count Visto is what changed it and triggered the memories." He said as he looked down at the floor. "I was new at the job, but I already loved you. You were like my little sister, and I had vowed that I would never let anything hurt you. Now, twice, I have broken my vow. I am sorry Chi-Chi. I truly am. We only wanted to help you."

Swallowing hard, Chi-Chi worked to accept all the information that had been revealed to her. "So, you're telling me that my whole life has been a lie? You mean you fucked with my head, making me forget something just because my father wanted his innocent little girl back?" Disbelief riddled her face as she attempted to take in the information that she now had.

As Richard moved to speak, to defend himself as well as his King, Chi-Chi lifted her head, displaying cold hatred that now projected from her dark eyes. Her disbelief was gone, only cold fury remained. She silenced him with a glance, and proceeded to speak. "Richard, I don't want to hear your lame ass excuses, ones for yourself, my father or any other ass that was in on this. Tomorrow, Albert leaves. His lab will be destroyed. I never want to see him here again. From tonight on, you will not speak to me unless I have directed a comment to you, and I swear that won't happen very often. I want you to know that any trust I might have had in you has been broken. My life may be ordained to be in your hands, but I can't trust you with it. From this day on, you are nothing to me." As she said this, she walked out of the room without another word. Sleep did not come easy that night, nor any night afterwards.

~~*~*End of Flashback*~*~~

The bell rang, signaling the end of the class period and awakening Chi-Chi from her reverie. Gathering her things, she swiftly left the room and headed to the gymnasium. Rather than an empty gymnasium, the class was already gathered on the surrounding bleachers. Upon sitting down with her friends, Chi-Chi gave them a questioning look as she tried to figure out why no one was dressing out. "What's going on guys?" she asked when no one responded to her gaze.

"Apparently the Coach is sick… or maybe it's a concussion from you hitting him on the head with the volleyball all week Chi-Chi." Bulma joked. "Since he isn't here, we have to wait for another teacher. If I'm right, we are having a home economics lesson since they couldn't get a substitute."

"Hey, it's not my fault he got in the way of my spikes now is it?" Suddenly, Chi-Chi's face paled at the realization of what Bulma had said about having home economics. "Y-you mean, we might have to… we might have to c-cook?" she stated with horror plainly displayed on her face.

The group looked at her in surprise. "Yeah, that's what we generally learn in there, Chi. Are you okay?"

Chi-Chi merely nodded, unable to speak as she thought about what horrors were to come. However, she was shaken from her daze when she heard Richard's dry chuckle directed at her reaction to the thought of cooking. The group turned towards her guard questioningly. Despite their dislike of him upon hearing about the part he played in Chi-Chi's story, they were very curious as to her reaction.

After seeing their questioning looks, Richard took it upon himself to get in a few shots on his Princess. The words she had spoken to her that night still hurt him. He had always looked upon her as his little sister, someone who should be protected from all evils in life no matter the cost. But her cold words had hurt him deeply, his guilt had ridden high. He had made attempts to make up for his actions. However, deep down he knew he couldn't make up for it, but he was trying to at least get her to speak to him again. He figured he could slowly gain her trust again.

Laughing, he addressed his Princess's group of friends. "The Princess has a knack for cooking." he stated simply. The group merely seemed more confused. If she was good at cooking, then why the hell did she look like she would be sick at the thought? This question was wiped away with the guard's last comment before they headed to the home economics room. "Or should I say a knack for starting fires and destroying kitchens."

"Alright class, I am going to split each of you off into pairs. After you are assigned your partner, go to one of the dinette areas and wait for my instructions. I will be bringing each of you a recipe that I expect to be completed before you leave. Seeing as this is the last period of the day, you will stay until you have completed it. Now, let's begin."

~~*~*Area 1*~*~~

(Pairing: Goku and Chi-Chi; Project: Cheese Soufflé)

"Ummmm, Goku?" Chi-Chi began hesitantly. "You wouldn't happen to know how to cook, would you?"

Goku merely rubbed the back of his head and gave her a sheepish smile. "Nope. But this doesn't sound too hard."

Chi-Chi looks over at him in shock at that statement, which Goku does not see. He is too busy looking over the recipe.

"Umm, Hey Chi-Chi. Just one question before we start. What is a soufflé?"

~~*~*Area 2*~*~~

(Pairing: Vegeta and Bulma; Project: Boston Crème Pie)

"Woman!" Vegeta growled angrily.

"Shut the hell up Vegeta." Bulma growled back. "Just because I don't know how to cook doesn't mean a damn thing. You are too into fighting and your royal ass is pampered so of course you don't know how to cook."

"Look onna, you are a female, so by design you should know how to cook."

"You are such an ass!" Bulma exclaimed as she threw up her hands in defeat. "Let's just bake the damn cake, okay? I mean, it can't be all that difficult."

~~*~*Area 3*~*~~

(Pairing: Yamcha, Krillin, and Maron; Project: Pizza)

"Why do we have to cook pizza? If we want pizza, all we have to do is order it." Yamcha exclaimed as he surveyed the recipe the instructor gave him.

"I don't know man. But we have to." Krillin said.

"Heh, we could always order it and give it to the instructor anyways."

"Yeah, we could." Krillin replied as he thought about it. "But if we get caught, we're gonna be kept here longer, and its Friday man."

"Alright, let's do this then."

~~*~*Area 4*~*~~

(Pairing: Juunana and Juuhachi; Project: Pasta with Meat Sauce)

"This aught to be pretty easy, don't u think sis?" Juunana asked his blonde haired counterpart.

"Of course it will be. I mean, all we have to do is cook some noodles and heat up a jar of Prego or Ragu. It'll be easy."

"I don't think we get a jar of Prego, I think we have to do it by ourselves."

Juuhachi looks over at him shocked, "Then this can't be good."

~~*~* *~*~~

Alright, so kill me now. I didn't feel like writing a whole chapter on Richard and Chi-Chi conversation. Plus, a whole chapter devoted to that didn't seem right to me so I will be revealing it though flashbacks and references. I also needed to pass time quicker so it skipped ahead to the weeks. Upcoming events: a group of rich kids attempt to cook, King Maou comes to town, dinner at Capsule Corp., choice pairings are coming together and others are splitting apart. (Wow, this is really beginning to sound like a soap opera now huh? And I don't even watch those things.)

Ja'ne Readers.

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