Chapter 13

The moon rises in it's perfect form to the horizon. High in the starry sky, it shines all over the country, while it's light shimmers in the reflection of the river. Fireflies dance around the riverbank as if they compose a symphony. A warm breeze blows through the tops of the trees, making the leaves rustle softly with the wind.

On the stony bank of the river, a Miko takes off her clothes, while considering possible dangers, she keeps her slip on. Chichi prances barefoot on tiptoe to the edge of the bank, kneels and draws water from the river with her bucket. Slowly she lets the cool water flow over her body while she delicately opens her yukata. She sighs quietly as the cool water relaxes her overheated body. She closes her eyes and soaped her hands with the soap that she received from the healer. She carefully massages her neck, wanders under the silky thin fabric and massages her left shoulder. Chichi scoops water again and tips it over her long loose black hair. The cool water flows over her face and drips from her sharp formed chin onto her half-exposed breasts. The pale light of the moon shines through her clothes and shows how the thin fabric of her yucata is soaked with water, while clinging on her curves. She opens her yukata a little more in order to clean her breasts. When her cool hands touched her right breast, she sighed out loud. She had forgotten how tenderness felt. She soaped her bust and belly and finally tipped the cold water over her body again as her nipples reacted to the cold. She smoothly pulls up her white yukata again, but when she is about to undress her left shoulder, she hears a branch crack right behind her. Before she could turn around, she felt a familiar voice penetrate her marrow and limbs. „Chichi-san I didn't know where you were," His rough, whispering voice tingled her neck. „… since you were no longer in your bed. I got told that you were well again because of the temple's medicine and wanted to come to see you, but when I asked where you had gone, the healer only gave me a contemptuous look. But Bulma-san secretly told me where you could be, so I went looking for you."

As Chichi slowly turns around to him, her eyes cross the deep black ones of Kakarot , which look at her with desire and longing. In the dark of the night, his eyes sparkle like onyx stones.

Kakarot kneels on one leg on the stony ground, while he lays one arm on his knee. He slowly raises his right hand to touch Chi-Chi's cheek but pauses. Only a small breath circulates between his hand and her smooth skin. He sees the desire in her eyes, but then she closes them and releases a deep sigh. Drawn by her sweet breath, he slowly approaches her lips.

Kakarot is now so close that she just wants to kiss him. When there is only a distance of breath between them, their lips unite. He gently sucks on her upper lip, while his hand runs over her face into her hair on the back of her neck and tightly pulls her hair there. Chichi unintentionally reaches for his neck, strokes the protruding hair and wanders with his other hand over his strong neck to his muscular chest. His Dōgi is loosened above his Gi and she could feel the full strength of his chest muscle. His pulsating veins, intense heartbeat and rough skin under her soft hands give her an overwhelming desire for more.

Chi-Chi's delicate and slim hands trigger a heat in him that he doesn't know how to control. He had never felt this unpredictable fire in his body with a woman except the one in his arms. Instinctively he reaches under her silk fabric and squeezes her breast in his hand. A soft moan escapes her lips, which encourages him to massage her soft, full breasts even tighter. He presses her head closer to him, opens her lips and slides his tongue into her mouth. Another moan escapes from her lips as her tongues touch. Slowly he pushes her as gentle as possible on the floor. He tenderly strokes her damp hair behind her ear. He supports her neck with his arm while leaning on her. He kisses her lips passionately once again, puts her tongue in her mouth and gently sucks on it. But then he breaks the kiss. Panting for air over her face, he breathes in her sweet lips. She looks longingly in his eyes as he gives her a gentle smile.

"Kakarot… ", she whispers. He breathes a kiss on her eyes.

"Mhmmm …? ", he carefully strokes her face.

"Why am I feeling so much desire when I'm with you? We barely know each other, but my body burns with hankering for you. " dizzy from the kiss, she examines his eyes. The desire in them wasn't gone, but she can see that he's asking himself the same question.

"Chichi, a few weeks ago in the morning, I felt this intrusive feeling of wanting to touch your body torturing me. I would have watched you at your katana for hours without getting bored. I could have looked into those eyes for hours, but you barely looked at me. I would have trained with you for hours, even if it tormented me to touch you carefully. I don't understand what it is that binds us so much, but I am sure that we shouldn't suppress this desire." Kakarot sits up slowly with Chichi in his arms and puts her on his lap. Wrapped in her arms and legs, he feels a damp warmth that penetrates the fabric of his pants. Her bare breasts nestle against his muscular chest 'It's so damn hard to hold back.'

Sitting on his lap, Chichi feels the hardness of his member. She doesn't want to do anything else than to give in to the desire, but then memories of her mother emerge in her consciousness.

'She had always tied the long silky black hair into an elegant updo. When we listened to the cicadas and crickets in the tall grass in a warm summer day, she combed my hair with camellia oil. I was only 6 but my mother always explained to me how to get hooked as a girl and later as a wife. She explained my customs and traditions to me, told me the myths of our tribe and always knew how to explain everything to me as interestingly and with humour as possible. She warned me that a girl shouldn't indulge for a man before marriage because it would be too dangerous for a young woman to be unmarried and tainted. The sound of her melodic voice told her that she should never let a man into her heart because then his actions would set the rhythm of her feelings. He should better be next to her heart so that she can keep control of herself. She always said that a woman had to bow to social norms, but nobody forbade being intelligent and educated as well.'

She sighs and distances herself slightly from his burning upper body. She sees how his eyes fix her breasts. His mouth is slightly open, while a warm breath of his mouth hugs her breasts. She straightens her yukata and closes it with her gi.

"Kakarot there is something that you have to understand. When I first saw you, I didn't expect you to be a Saiyan clan warrior. I hated you for where you came from, but as I struggled with my injuries and pain I realized that it was just an illusion that I was trying to tell myself to forget about you. But it seems that we have a strong bond."

"Wait, why do you hate my clan? What did my clan do to you? ", he asks curious and puzzled.

"My little village was once a peaceful and carefree one, until in the great war between the powerful Saiyajins and Tsufurujin my village got between the fronts and was trampled on the ground. Survivors who didn't follow into the army or who didn't surrender were classified as an enemy, tortured and killed … even my mother…" Chichi clutched Kakarots Dōgi so as not to be overwhelmed by her feelings. Kakarot wraps her wrists. Pain filled him when he saw her grief in her eyes. 'Did one of my clan relatives rob her of her mother?'

Chichi slowly straightens up her head. "I was 8 when our village was attacked. I only heard howling that the Saiyajins would attack again, when my father responded immediately and tried to send my mother and me away so we could survive because women were first kidnapped or killed. However, while fleeing, we crossed the path of three samurai who wore the same armour as those who attacked our village. She wanted to protect me from the warriors and attacked the leader. She was tied up and beaten up blue and green in front of my eyes. The bulky samurai leader wanted to know where the Tsufurujin camp was, but mother didn't know … I saw one of the younger companions try to stop him, but he was knocked down by the third samurai, who looked even younger…"

As Kakarot listens to her carefully he ponders if he knows the samurai who killed her mother. "I am sorry for what my clan has done to your tribe. I also lost my family to an attack on our village, so I can understand your pain. But I have to say that your mother was a very brave woman that I would have liked to meet. But she has everything she knew, and inner strength passed on to you. She practically lives on in you, just as my father's will persists in me." I He lets go of her wrists and takes her face in both hands. "As long as you have your memories of her and honour her, she will live on forever." He looks into her eyes lovingly until her grief disappears into an enchanting smile.

„Kakarot…", she whispers. She closes her eyes as she reaches for his right hand, leads her to her lips and breathes a gentle kiss on it. "…Thanks for everything,", she whispers in his hand.

"I didn't know the Saiyajin clan extinguished." Chichi opens her eyes but sees no spark of sadness in the mirror of his soul. She sees only lust for murder.

"Except for 47 survivors, the clan was completely wiped out. The attack came surprisingly in a night several months ago. Nobody knows why the guard outside of our village didn't raise the alarm. However, the enemies announced their attack with flaming arrows and we just had time to protect at least the women and girls by performing the Jigai. My father even honoured my mother to perform the Seppuku by shortening her painful death by beheading her after she slit her stomach."

"Your father certainly loved her very much.", she adds.

"Who wouldn't love her? Whenever I think of her, I only feel a dark void that was inflicted on me with her death. She always had a smile on her face, was always optimistic and loving. She was like a warm campfire in the middle of a cold and freezing night. My father had the chance to get the position of a general, but he refused to stay home more often in order to spend more time with us and especially with my mother. He never made it a secret how much he loved her: every time he came back from a battle or when we were just hunting he pulled her always in his arms and hold her tight. No matter what she was doing in that moment he interrupted her. I could see how he inhaled her sent between her neck and shoulders. I often noticed his habit to take her hand frankly to just hold it on his lips and closing his eyes by doing it. She used to giggle whenever he did it. I remember a rainy day with both sitting on the Engawa, both looking at the landscape, as he took her hand and held the inner side on his lips. He massaged her hands and wrists or put his forehead on hers and closed his eyes. My father found always an opportunity to simply touch her. She always run into me and my brother when we came home and caress through our hair. Sometimes she just put my head on her lap and told me legends and myths about our clan and the world. She was like the contrast to the rough world because of her pure, gentle and kind-hearted character. All this light was taken from me in front of my own eyes and I couldn't do anything about it!"

„Kakarot, I finally can see why you're so fierce. I've seen it while you fought against the barbarians. Both of us lost so much, it's no surprise to fall into loneliness which makes people cruel. Even though the pain is barely bearable, we never should allow ourselves to deny our feelings and let the hate tint your heart with darkness. I know you fight with yourself because your mother was your light in the dark, but if you won't stop to think about the past, you will lose your mind. And you won't change it through revenge. I already went through this and I want to help you to get through this."

His hardened facial expression loosens when he begins to smile. 'He truly is a handsome one', thinks Chichi secretly. "What was your father's character like? He seemed to be an honourable man. What about your brother? Did he survive the attack?"

"Bardock was the best samurai and father of all times. Everything I know, I learned through him. He teached me the bushido and the martial arts. He trained me in survival techniques and war stratagems. Nevertheless, he never used me as a weapon but as his own flesh and blood, which is rare in my clan. My brother and I had the honour to get a father like him. Even when we went out for the hunt, he prepared us for the battles in the future. I remember how he waited for wind to change It's direction to begin with the Kyudojutsu. In my memories the grasses were greener and the fields seemed to be more fertile. The air was cleaner and sun seemed to shine more often. My father trained me the first time when I was 9 years old. We were standing on a hill while my brother showed me the movements first, my father corrected my posture later when I tried to do it by myself. I still remember how the wind blew into our backs and the grasses rustled at the height of my stomach while the bamboo of the kyudo cracked softly when I pulled the bowstring. In regularly trainings sessions he distanced more and more the Mato until one day I was able to shoot over 50 meters." As he remembers this beautiful memory of his childhood, he starts to laugh quietly.

Chichi smirks as she hears the sound of his melodious laughing. It was the first time she heard it. Yet, in the blink of an eyes his mood changed back into shady. His cheek bones muscles tense and in the shadows of the night, his face looks ghostly. "In the matter of my older brother, he survived the attack, but lost his wife and daughter. He was sent into an important mission for the Daimyo Beerusu sama. Its quite unusual striking, but due to that accident, he's the only family I have left in this world. I promised mother and father to find him and to protect each other but now, he may be in a risk of death. I know I shouldn't bother because he's an amazing warrior but the fear to lose him as well is too big!" Kakarot realizes how much he calmed down after releasing the frustration by talking to Chichi.

"What is stopping you to go to your brother?", she asks.

"It's because I have to infiltrate an army full of seducing artists into the enemy base. At sunrise I have to explain them the situation to get their obeying. Right after it, I'll have to set out to get them there at sunset."

Brooding, she holds her index finger in front of her mouth to see the connections. It must be the base that is supposed to attack the Yamagato temple and now they try to eliminate a large number of warriors with a simple tactic. "How did you manage to spot the enemy so quickly? I can remember that I was still struggling with my injuries this morning and now I am fit again. What was the medicine Yamcha gave me? And how could you find the attackers in such a short time?"

"In the matter of the medicine, I don't know much about it, just that it's very special and is only developed in the Yamagato Temple. But we found the attackers so quickly because our leader Muten Roshi sama and a few Ronin of us gathered information about the area. One of our people has proven to be a renegade and that's why our master got wind of it."

"Muten Roshi sama is your leader and master!? This is unbelievable! He was my father's former master."

Shocked, his eyes widen as he draws in the air sharply.

"Chichi, who was your father? When was he an apprentice? Are there other students of Muten Roshi sama? How long have you been traveling alone and how did you become a Miko? Who is the priest of the Senju shrine? Who did you learn to fight from?"

Chichi takes in the flow of his questions and listens to herself to find out if she is ready to tell someone her story. She takes a deep breath and lets out a long breath.

"My father had been a student of Muten Roshi sama long before I was born. But thanks to his training, he was able to fight my and my mother's escape route freely. He wanted to stay in the village and help the villagers escape. But mother and I couldn't flee very far. After the attack, father and I were escaping for years. We only lived hand to mouth until one day we found a small village on the edge of Hamanoura Tanada that welcomed us with open arms. I was 11 when I helped them grow rice and they gave us shelter in return. My father never taught me Budō because he thought that fighting would only lead to more conflicts. But there was a girl there who trained me in Kyudōjutsu. She became my closest friend and I finally felt home again. But three years later, my father died of a lung disease. I always suspected that it must have been due to the hardships of the long escape, but inside I knew that my father couldn't take it anymore without mother and lost himself. I left the village, thereafter, looking for a meaning in my life, and found pilgrim Shaolin monks who spread their Buddha's beliefs. I learned a lot about their life as Shaolin monks and started to get enthusiastic about their fighting techniques. They drove across the big water, which was salty, fishy and smelled of algae. The open sea looked so endless and the sun kept pounding down on us. It was an arduous and dangerous journey across the sea, but when I finally saw the huge mountains of Chūgoku's while we stopped in the port of Shanghai, I knew that I would spend years there. The monks helped me learn their language and welcomed me to their temple. I learned a lot about their life as Shaolin monks, their religion, writing culture and above all their different fighting styles. Six years passed before I decided to keep my father's promise and return to Nihon Koku. Gohan sama is the priest of the Senju shrine, my father's best friend and the second student of Muten Roshi sama. I promised my father to go to him so that he could watch over me. When I got there, he wasn't even surprised at my presence, but welcomed me with open arms to comfort me. Since then I've been the shrine's Miko together with Bulma, that's why I have to go back as soon as possible to support him."

Kakarot listens attentively to the beautiful woman on his lap as he caress her hands thoughtfully. He asked her questions about the foreign culture in Chūgoku, asked her questions about her life there together with the Shaolin monks there and how she was doing all the years. "If I survive my very last battle, I will one day accompany you to this country and start a new life with you, far from hatred and war. I may not be able to protect you forever, but I ask you to stay by my side and fight with me back on back against this suffering. You have so much energy, that even death fears you; and the empathy that we need to unite our fighting realms. That's why I won't just let you go. I need you here with me, Chichi."

Kakarot looks into her warm nut brown eyes. She gives him a gentle smile as she slowly approaches his face. She fixed his mouth with her eyes as she touches his warm lips with hers. He pulls her closer to him and feels her cool skin through the damp fabric of her yukata on his overheated chest muscles. He kisses her full of desire as he gently turns her on her back.

She feels his heavy weight on her breasts and his rough hands on her thighs, which he pushes apart. Chichi briefly feels the warm, hard bulge of his Dōgi pants when he lies down on her and kisses her intensely again. He lets go of her lips and wanders kissing and licking down her neck to her breasts, where he pushes the material with his jaw to the side and exposes her bare full breasts. He grabs her bare breast and squeezes it briefly. Her heartbeat rhythm stops a second. A soft moan escapes her lips.

Kakarot tastes the smell of the clear river on her skin; mixed with their sweet smell. 'Her moan sounds so heavenly in my ears. I want more!'

Kissing and licking, he wanders along her neck until he's directly above her pulse and gently bites her with his teeth. Sucking on her soft skin, he feels her moist warmth between her legs and sighs internally. Nearly unnoticed her body trembles in lust. Quietly she whispers his name. "Kakarot…"

"…please survive the battle and come back to me without any injuries. ", she whispers at his ear.

„I am not easily defeated."