A Saiyan Alive
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Category:
Dragon Ball Z › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
1,504
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not owm DragonBallZ, the Saiyans, or Frieza. I make no profit from this work of fanfiction.
1: Captured
A Saiyan Alive: Chapter one
Several decades after Planet Vegeta's destruction, the last Saiyan female is captured by slave dealers on a planet called Tarach. This planet was scheduled to be purged by a backwoods detachment of Frieza's empire; a unit which hasn't gotten the memo that he's dead yet…
Radditzi slowly drifted into consciousness. Instinctively, she remained prone, giving her captors no sign that she was now awake and aware. Eyes closed, she took stock of her surroundings. The floor and bars at her back were some kind of metal, nothing she couldn't break, but she still hated being caged. Two relatively strong kis, almost half her own power level, were accompanied by seven smaller ones clustered around her. The crackle and whisper of a fire mingled with a low hum and banter of voices in a language unfamiliar to her. She could take them in a fight if necessary, if it weren't for the ki-suppressing band one of the tricky bastards had clamped around her abused tail. The Saiyan warrior, having determined her captors' attention to be elsewhere, slowly rose and winced as she drew her tail around her waist. It had to be broken in at least two places. Raddi scowled, opening her eyes at last to glare at the aliens who managed to capture and—in a most undignified flourish—collar her while she was unconscious. It would not be their privilege for much longer… she hoped.
Leaning against the bars of her cage, Raddi released a barely audible sigh. She would have already escaped back to her adoptive planet, Dunlaht-sei, had her tail been unharmed. As things stood, she'd have to wait for it to heal. Thinking of Planet Dunlaht brought Raddi memories of her true home planet, Vegeta-sei. It had been vaporized a few decades ago by the Ice Tyrant, Frieza. The ice lord had killed the king and taken the young prince, Vegeta, for his own purposes before destroying the planet—and with it, almost the entire race. Raddi, as far as she knew, was for all practical purposes the last saiyan alive. Since she happened to be one of Vegeta-sei's rarer females, this was a small miracle.
Raddi's attention was abruptly returned to her present situation by the largest of her captors. He was now speaking Galactic Common.
"Female simian creature! At sunrise we will proceed to the capitol, where you will be tried and enslaved or executed. We shall give you a choice," he paused to leer conspiratorially at his lackeys, "here and now. My boys and I are somewhat lacking in… female company. Should you submit to us, we can go the other way and pretend we never saw you murder the villagers of Galvam, Forrent, or Snorus. Do you choose comfortable servitude or painful death, female?" The alien leered suggestively at the caged Saiyan. Raddi raised one eyebrow very slowly, and then raised one arm in a deliberate, pronounced movement.
"Eat ki, ugly," she spat contemptuously, releasing a blast directly in the leader's face, watching him cough with an amused expression. His confusion ("How did you override that dampener?") and anger were very entertaining. The reptilian creature's allies were torn between vengeful wrath, confusion, and amusement. Raddi stared evenly back at the angry lizards. That blast took more out of her than she cared for them to know, but she was nothing if not good at bluff. None of the aliens attacked, and, muttering about freaky monkeys, the little band packed up camp and moved out.
Several decades after Planet Vegeta's destruction, the last Saiyan female is captured by slave dealers on a planet called Tarach. This planet was scheduled to be purged by a backwoods detachment of Frieza's empire; a unit which hasn't gotten the memo that he's dead yet…
Radditzi slowly drifted into consciousness. Instinctively, she remained prone, giving her captors no sign that she was now awake and aware. Eyes closed, she took stock of her surroundings. The floor and bars at her back were some kind of metal, nothing she couldn't break, but she still hated being caged. Two relatively strong kis, almost half her own power level, were accompanied by seven smaller ones clustered around her. The crackle and whisper of a fire mingled with a low hum and banter of voices in a language unfamiliar to her. She could take them in a fight if necessary, if it weren't for the ki-suppressing band one of the tricky bastards had clamped around her abused tail. The Saiyan warrior, having determined her captors' attention to be elsewhere, slowly rose and winced as she drew her tail around her waist. It had to be broken in at least two places. Raddi scowled, opening her eyes at last to glare at the aliens who managed to capture and—in a most undignified flourish—collar her while she was unconscious. It would not be their privilege for much longer… she hoped.
Leaning against the bars of her cage, Raddi released a barely audible sigh. She would have already escaped back to her adoptive planet, Dunlaht-sei, had her tail been unharmed. As things stood, she'd have to wait for it to heal. Thinking of Planet Dunlaht brought Raddi memories of her true home planet, Vegeta-sei. It had been vaporized a few decades ago by the Ice Tyrant, Frieza. The ice lord had killed the king and taken the young prince, Vegeta, for his own purposes before destroying the planet—and with it, almost the entire race. Raddi, as far as she knew, was for all practical purposes the last saiyan alive. Since she happened to be one of Vegeta-sei's rarer females, this was a small miracle.
Raddi's attention was abruptly returned to her present situation by the largest of her captors. He was now speaking Galactic Common.
"Female simian creature! At sunrise we will proceed to the capitol, where you will be tried and enslaved or executed. We shall give you a choice," he paused to leer conspiratorially at his lackeys, "here and now. My boys and I are somewhat lacking in… female company. Should you submit to us, we can go the other way and pretend we never saw you murder the villagers of Galvam, Forrent, or Snorus. Do you choose comfortable servitude or painful death, female?" The alien leered suggestively at the caged Saiyan. Raddi raised one eyebrow very slowly, and then raised one arm in a deliberate, pronounced movement.
"Eat ki, ugly," she spat contemptuously, releasing a blast directly in the leader's face, watching him cough with an amused expression. His confusion ("How did you override that dampener?") and anger were very entertaining. The reptilian creature's allies were torn between vengeful wrath, confusion, and amusement. Raddi stared evenly back at the angry lizards. That blast took more out of her than she cared for them to know, but she was nothing if not good at bluff. None of the aliens attacked, and, muttering about freaky monkeys, the little band packed up camp and moved out.