A Collection of Short DBZ Stories

The Pretty Piece

Scenario: Kakarot x Chichi

The stars shone like little diamonds in the velvet blue sky. Kakarot leaned over the balcony thoughtfully, silently wondering where he would be right now if it hadn't been for the planet called Earth. As of now he was Frieza's lapdog, he and Prince Vegeta and the rest of his fellow saiyans. However,  because of where he landed as a baby along with a little guidance he had the chance to break free. And that's what made the difference between who he was now and who he could've been.

"Kakarot-sa," The man felt a chill everytime he heard her say his name. She managed to make something so rough and despised sound so gentle and sweet. "Whatcha doin' out here? All alone?" The princess was ready for bed but with the General roaming around not getting proper rest, how could she?

Before he could reply, she stood beside him, staring into the nighttime sky. "Thinking about the revolt tomorrow." Chichi wrapped her arms around his muscular one, hoping to give a sense of comfort.

"Are you afraid?" That grabbed the saiyan's attention. If it was one thing he couldn't stand it was direct questions that related to his feelings. It was safe to say that not even his beloved Chichi could get a straightforward answer.

"Listen," the warrior turned suddenly, those usually ferocious eyes held something warm that she couldn't ignore. Then there was his touch; something firm yet loving that kept her quiet and attentive. "If anything happens to me, just run. Take a space pod with you and just escape with whoever you can." In the soft moonlight, even in the middle of a passionate speech, the young general was still distracted by her looks. The way her hair fell like precious black silk, the hope in her eyes that fueled his ambition, the way her body was complimented in that satin nightgown, she was absolutely beautiful.

"Kakarot!" The woman pried his hands away and held them in her smooth ones. "I'm not running away. I'm gunna fight for this just as much as you 'nd everyone else and if that's the way I die then so be it." A lump, cruel and heavy, formed in her throat. She couldn't believe she fell in love with such a man, such a beast, and yet here she was. "I-I'm not going to leave you; dead or alive I...I'm gunna be with you till the end." She gave a squeeze, their eyes locked onto each other's.

His heart swelled with pride and something a human would call love. Them being together was forbidden although Kakarot could easily change that rule with a display of his power. The others suspected them, whispered theories and secrets. A mere human and a saiyan? That was more like cross contamination than actual affection. On the other hand, there were others who saw Princess Chichi's strategies and loyalty to the rebels as something inhuman. They believed those stubborn characteristics of hers made her a saiyan regardless of the blood that raced through her veins.

Now, Kakarot didn't much care for the opinion of others. He was more concerned about how ugly he was in comparison to her. Scars littered his rugged body, Frieza took an eye away from him, there were days he swore like a sailor and beat men to a bloody pulp. Days passed with him being too tired to speak, and nights where his trauma was too much for him to fall asleep, but none of that seemed to matter. "Chichi," their hands made a little dance, and with all the tenderness his hands could muster, he cupped those unblemished cheeks, "what makes you wanna stay?"

"Because...because you're strong. You'd sacrifice anything for what's right and I wanna stand by you. I've seen how Frieza has ravaged this land and tortured you and my people," she swallowed hard, forcing the words out, "he-he killed my father for Kami's sake and I don't wanna have this continue anymore. I'm-I'm tired of having all this blood on my hands I—" she gasped suddenly, hot tears fell from those black orbs faster than she could recognize. Kakarot, overwhelmed with grief for her, pulled her tightly, allowing the royal to sob over his armor.

"C'mon, girl. Pull it together." The words he spoke were tough but his actions reflected something different. They always did. The warrior always presented himself as something more vicious than he was, and Chichi could see it.

"And because—because I love you."

Chichi must have said that every other day of the week and still Kakarot never felt anything as intense as he had now. Love was a strange, foreign concept. An emotion he could never truly embrace. Violence, betrayal, death; these were the only things that could stir something within the saiyan. But with her, hearing these words and touching her like glass—there had to be a different word for it. Love. It was a possibility before but now with Chichi in his arms, crying over his safety, with the whole kingdom on the brink of extinction, this new emotion simply felt right. It strengthened him in a way no other word or emotion could. Maybe he was beginning to get a feel for what it meant to be human, to be loved.

The fighter's stomach clenched with butterflies; something he scarcely had experience with. However, if this were to be their last moment together, some amount of courage had to be mustered.

"Yeah princess, so do I."

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