LOST

Rainesama - Sorry for the INCREDIBLY LONG drought, so to make up for it, I\'m presenting you guys with two chapters. Yes I know this should\'ve been put in the first one, but I\'m kinda in a hurry so ENJOY!


* J’dee *
Lying in the bed she watched the sunlight slowly make it’s way across the floor, usually if she was at home should would of watched her cat psycho jump in to the sunlight and lie basking in it’s warmth. Boy would lie next to him and pet him affectionately. She felt sad staring at the sunlight, all she wanted was darkness. To hide among the shadows and become that creature of darkness she had become after her mother and brother had been killed.
The images were still strong; she could still see boy’s body being rolled past on the stretcher. Then the face of the forensics’ officer; noticing her. Question after question. Then the examination of her clothes hoping to match the blood with that of her mother’s.
The contacting of her father caused great protest from her. It was then they suspected her father to kill them but she showed up in court despite her hatred for the man to prove his innocence. She from there onwards ignored him and went to university trying to catch up. Her story was out and tabloids were following her round about the deaths. Then the first attack the tabloids were over her again, she’s become ‘famous’ to a degree. Her premonitions were used for those who wanted to find escape from the monsters, other’s heard what they didn’t want to hear, that they’d find love in those that attacked their planet.
She felt Goku stir from next to her and she slipped from the bed and picked up one of his shirts and slipped it on ignoring his scent and she went about cleaning the place up. If she was to live with him like this, she sure as hell was going to live it clean not filthy, she didn’t want to die beakieaking her neck on some strange substance left on the floor.
It took her a matter of four hours to clean the place up and organize what she could and figure out where the rest went. She was having a shower when Goku woke up cleaning the filth form her and hoping to clean his uninvited scent from her she scrubbed at her neck trying to scar it bad enough that the mark wasn’t visible.
She felt his hand grab the scrub brush from her. Tingles ran over her body causing her skin to prick up. He placed it to thee ane and looked at her.
\"I said you weren’t a servant.\" He said.
She looked at him and leant up against the wall of the shower casually.
\"There are certain rules you have to abide by if you are to live or share a bed with me.\"
Goku blinked, she was placing rules down? She was his sex slave, concubine, nothing more, a replacement for Chi-chi cou could she put rules down on him? He was the man!
\"Rules? You’re placing rules on me your master?\" Heked ked at her.
She stood tall and glared at him and prodded him in the chest. \"Don’t you master me!!! If I am to live here I would like to LIVE here, not die by tripping over some of your whatever it is you leave on the floor!\" She shouted at him.
Goku couldn’t help but smile. She was demanding, she was strong and she could see the future. She had other talents too. He could sense it since claiming her.
\"How about I buy you an art kit?\" He asked. \"Would that make you feel better?\"
She stopped and looked at him. \"You know what an art kit is?\" She asked.
She felt odd when he smiled at her like that. ‘Of course.’ She heard the thought in her head and looked round. This was why she had gotten mad in the first place: he could invade her thoughts. He was no in her head.
\"Stop that!!\" she thumped him hard on the chest, well hard to her because her hand was throbbing afterwards. She would have to remember throwing things at him had more success that actual one on attempts. She shook her hand ‘Bugger that damn… OW!!!!’
He smiled at her and pinned her up ast tst the wall of the shower and kissed her passionately.
\"If I stop it, will you let me buy you an art kit?\"
\"Are you serious? You’d buy that for me?\" She looked at him strangely.
\"Of course. I won’t always be here and I don’t want you cleaning all the time. I’ll hire a servant to keep you company and to clean.\"
She looked at him. \"And the catch is?\" She asked.
\"You simply are here when I get back.\"
\"Kinda like a house sitting job? I can do what I want when I want in return?\" She asked.
He nodded. \"Though you and the servant must leave the house together when going to the market or else there will be trouble. Other saiiyans on this planet are-\"
\"Horny?\" J’dee offered.
Goku laughed at her obvious bluntness. He rubbed the back of his neck. \"Yeah.\"
She shrugged. \"No one can be half as bad as you.\"
\"But you’re mine and it’s a property thing…\"
She raised a brow. \"This ise the that ‘look’ thing isn’t it?\"
\"Look?\" He repeated confused.
\"Okay shower over out, out, out, I’ll explain.\"
Sitting on the bed she wore a towel wrapped round her and he sat next to her and she began explaining about earthmen and what was defined as ‘the look’. Goku sat listening and nodding ever so often to show he was still listening but she had a feeling his attention span was not as long as she thought it would of been.
\"So the look is a look earthmen give other earn?\"n?\" he asked at the end of it.
\"Yes and each look is individual yet other men recognize another man’s look. It’s a whole territory thing. It’s dominance. It’s to prove manliness and silly testosterone things like that. I’m merely a woman; what do I know about men ad their looks? Except my ex’ knew better than to give the look. I’d instantly thump them and tell them off.\"
Goku smiled.
\"So you see the future, you have strength, you clean and you like to draw… anything else?\"
\"If you think I can cook, then think again.\" She poked him and smiled.
\"My cooking resembles something black, chunky and absolutely non-edible.\"
\"You seem to be in a better mood today.\" Goku observed.
The looked at him and she nodded. \"Yeah. This is one of those happy moods I have, I know I haven’t been here long, but it’s sunk in. I’ve got nothing but college to go back to and trust me it’s like bleh. My mother and brother and dead, what have I got to rn trn to that’s better than this?\"
She motioned around her. \"I might as well get used to it. Besides I’m not alone and hopefully I can make a few earth friends here at that party in that invitation. Which is what I want to ask. When is it?\"
Goku rubbed the back of his neck and smiled. \"Hehe I don’t actuallyw. Tw. They usually come round and tell those invited on the day.\"
\"How unorganized.\" J’dee frowned. \"I’m going to change that.\"
\"Oh nononono don’t you dare bring that up with the king!\"
\"And why not? I am the oracle and if he wants help in his interplanetary destruction then he has to know I have to pre-warned for some things like parties especially cause parties are good and I like them.\"
Goku sweatdropped. \"Don’t let the oracle thing go to your head.\"
\"Heyave ave to keep my ego and it need stroking every so often.\"



* Raine *
Turles stood before her with his arms folded, a curious look on his face. She sat there in one of the chairs, concentrating. He chuckled at the amusing expression she had.
\"Well? Am I ever going to hear your voice? Or did you enjoy being mute?\" he asked, chuckling again when he got a dirty look.
\"Shut up,\" she finally said.
Turles’ brows rose slightly, plain smile on his face, \"Your voice.\"
Her brow rose too, \"What about it?\"
\"It’s smooth, mature for one your age,\" he said.
She dared to say, \"Your point?\"
His smile deepened, this was the feisti the the men spoke of, \"All of the women of Vegetaseii have a slight rasp to their voices.\"
She blinked, .\" .\"
She paused, \"What now?\"
She started to inch away, \"You’re not gonna…. y’know, to me again, are you?\"
He shook his head, \"No, not right away anyway.\"
A devious smile formed on his face and she growled. He laughed at her again.
\"You know, I really hate when you do that.\"
\"Do what?\"
\"Laugh at me. There’s nothing funny about being in this situation.\"
\"True, but what I find funny is your reaction to everything. I would’ve expected you to cower from me.\"
Raine folded her arms, \"Just because you’re all beefed up wyouryour muscles and your strength and all that, doesn’t mean I’m gonna drop to my knees and respect you. You did abduct me, so I don’t owe you a damn thing but my hatred.\"
Needless to say, the saiiyan was taken aback by her statement, but he found himself smirking again. He licked his lips, \"Oh, I will truly enjoy taming you, Little One.\"
\"Pfeh, good luck,\" she said with her brows narrowed.
Turles smirked before taking her wrist and walking tooor.oor.
\"Hey! Where we goin’?\" she asked, her anger subsiding slightly.
\"To market. We need to get you something to wear for the celebration tonight,\" Turles said before opening the door and pulling out a black cloak and hood. He let her go to move behind her.
\"Celebration? What celebration? And why not just take me the way I am? Your buddies certainly didn’t see anything wrong with dragging me into that ballroom dressed like a damn exhibitionist.\"
Turles chuckled, \"Lift your hair…no, I’d rather not take you to the palace dressed the way you are. I much rather prefer being the only man allowed to see you this way.\"
She did as she was told and her the soft click of the cloak’s button before he pulled the hood over her head. She turned around, \"So you’re gonna give me something decent to wear?\"
Turles had an amused look, \"Decent in terms of what a man’s concubine should wear to a celebration.\"
\"Why do I suddenly have a sinking feeling?\" Raine muttered as she was pulled outside.

The ‘market’ looked much like a cross between an Arabic marketplace and an alien city; which was what it was, anyway. Tall, futuristic-looking buildings stretched up into the clouds. But there were still vendors with professional-looking booths selling all kinds of things.
Raine couldn’t help but look and stare at all the different jewelry, pottery and other inanimate objects. She also couldn’t help but stare at all the different saiiyans she came across. Granted, they all wore the same thing: that strange alien armor with spandex and white boots; they all had different variations of spiky hair, skin tone and of course, age. A good deal of them stared back at her with appreciative glances. They looked like jackals eyeing a meal and she found herself involuntarily clinging to Turles’ arm. He looked down at her. She didn’t know he was looking at her and he smiled.
\"Come on,\" he said before leading her into a store.
The place was huge! She had never been inside of an expensive clothing store, only imagined. Of course, seeing this place put any assumptions of hers to shame! There were so many racks and shelves stacked with all kinds of expensive-looking materials and dresses. She would’ve gotten whiplash if she didn’t stop looking around.
\"How may I help you?\" an alien woman came out from behind some curtains in the wall. Her skin was purple and smooth with long black hair to match bottomless pools of black which were her eyes. She had a friendly smile on her face, but Raine could see fear and hopelessness behind it.
\"I need something appropriate for her. We’re going to the palace celebration,\" Turles explained and the woman nodded, gesturing for Raine to follow. She looked a little uneasy and looked back at Turles who merely smiled and gently nudged her forward.
When Raine finally stepped out from behind the curtains, Turles’ brows rose and he found himself eyeing her appreciatively. She came out in a floor-th dth dress. It was a dark, dark shade of mahogany with the signature slits that came up way too high for comfort. There was also slit on the front of the dress, from just below her breasts to her torso. Black strings barely kept the slits together, showing off a small amount of skin as well as the roundness of her bust. The strings also hugged them like her first outfit. The low V-line dipped to join where the slit came up and the straps were thin, almost invisible. The sides were also showing off an ample amount of skin because laced-up black strings held them together as well.
Turles was thankful for the alien woman’s choice in clothing and got up from his seat and approached Raine. She, on the other hand, frowned disapprovingly of the outfit.
\"Do approve of it, sir?\" the alien woman asked as she bowed.
\"It looks slutty,\" Raine remarked.
\"I’ll take it,\" Turles said with a grin.WhatWhat!\" Raine exclaimed.
The alien woman nodded and led Raine back into the dressing room to change out of the outfit.

On their way back from the store, Raine glared angrily as she stuck by Turles’ side. He looked down at her, finding it funny to see her that way.
\"You won’t be wearing it all day,\" he said.
\"Yeah, I’ll just be wearing it all night in a room full of steroid-pumped perverts who will want to find out what I’m hiding underneath it. Oh! Wait, that’s not possible, seeing how it hides NOTHING!\" she yelled at Turles, causing people to stop and stare at them. Raine ignored their stares and stormed off further down the area, too angry to realize she didn’t know where the house was.
In all her blind anger, she accidentally bumped into something solid and hard and fell on her back. This caused her hood to come down and her cloak to fall back, exposing the black concubine’s outfit she had been forced to wear from the beginning. She glared up, \"Hey! Watch where you’re going!\"
She had been yelling at a certain saiiyan she didn’t even know. At first he looked angry, but it quickly turned to lust as he squatted down before her.
\"Such a bold personality from a pleasure slave,\" he said as he eyed her.
\"Don’t even think about it, Neanderthal,\" she said, trying to get away, but placed a hand on her leg.
\"Oh, I think so. I don’t see your master anywhere so that makes you fair game,\" the man said with a smirk as his hand began to slip in between the slits to explore what was hidden.
Raine gasped and was about ready to slap the bastard when he wasn’t squatting there anymore. All passers-by stopped to watch and Raine blinked. The man was now a few meters down the path, dazed and on the ground after colliding with a vendor’s booth. A shadow suddenly cast over her and she looked up to see Turles with a serious look on his face. She blinked again as he walked past her and flew to the man, lifting him up by his neck.
\"The woman has a master, ME. And so help me, if you ever lay a hand on her again, I will rip it from your arm and toss it in my hearth,\" he threatened, earning ‘Oh’s and chuckles from the crowd.
The man nodded before he was dropped on the ground again. Without a backward glance, Turles approached Raine and picked hp byp by her waist.
\"Don’t every stray from me again,\" he said before readjusting her hood and cloak and pulling her down the path back to his place. She blinked, looking behind her at the man who had touched her before facing forward again.



* Nina *
Tonight was the night, the moment that would determine the rest of her life. She didn’t know how she knew it, but she did. She sat in some kind of small carriage, just big enough for her to sit comfortably. The floor was cod ind in silk pillows and her wrists cuffed with silver shackles. There were two saiiyans with her as well, apparently to carry her in sense the carriage didn’t have wheels.
They were just outside a pair of large wooden doors where she could hear cheers and laughter. Every possible emotion you could think of came poring out of that room. It was like a tidal wave that came crashing down on top of her.
Nina was for the most part, good at blocking emotions. She had to be it keeps her from going out of her mind. However, tonight feelings were high and many and she found it completely overwhelming.
Her hands wouldn’t stop shaking and her head throbbed froe rue rush of emotional inference. She wanted to blame the whole thing on fear, but she wasn’t sure if the majority of it was her own or somebody else’s. That was the biggest drawback to being an empath. Sometimes your thoughts were not your own.
She had spent most of the day being squeezed, powdered and puffed like a doll. They took out her braids and left her hair down. The front was held away from her face with tiny pins crested with red jewels. Not to mention dressed in an outfit that was possibly more shameless and revealing then the last.
The top was actually just thin black fabric wrapped around her chest. It was tight so that it lifted her breast like a pushup bra. It was held together by a simple silver round brooch The skirt, if you could call it that, was also black and similar to the other one only the material was completely see through.
‘Why don’t they just send me out butt naked with the word whore written on my forehead.’ She thought. That of course brought her back to the other day. She shivered as the events played in her head.
* Flash Back *
Two men stood in the middle of the lab, the oldest was one of the many doctors that had pocked and prodded her for the past few days. The other she had never seen before. He was about four or five inches taller then her five-four, his black hair, flared upwards like a flame.
He was dressed in a black spandex like outfit that seemed to mold itself to his many, many, many muscles. He stood with his arms across his chest and his head down as if thinking about something. Torin grabbed her arm and positioned her so she stood just in front of him.
\"Ah, King Vegeta this is the slave I was talking about.\" The doctor said. \"She is undoubtedly are most intrusting subject. She is one of the most talented empaths that I’ve come across in a long time. And as you requested I personally made sure she was…uh…intact.\"
\"Really?\" Vegeta said in a disinterested voice. As he opened his eyes and walked towards her, a sudden urge to runoff screaming hit Nina. His very presence seemed to emanated power; it oozed off him like syrup.
She didn’t even know she was retreating away from him until she backed into Torn. Vegeta smirked at her reaction, she could tell he took great delight in her fear. He started to reach for her face but Torin quickly interrupted.
\"Your Majesty, just so you know she has a tendency to…bite.\" He held up his hand, showing off the scabbed over teeth marks on the back.
\"Is that so?\" He said, then began to laugh. \"She’s perfect. Make sure she’s ready of the reward ceremony.\"