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Commander and Saiyaness	By : hippiechic Category: Dragon Ball Z > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1438 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Thank you for sticking with this story for the second chapter! I apologize sincerely for the delay in posting. Since this story is being co-authored, it takes a bit longer to get things ready to post than with a single author. Now, without farther delay, on with the chapter!

Commander and Saiyaness

Arc One: Out of the Prison and Into the Training Room

Chapter 2: New Beginnings
Kiron placed his large, pale hand against a pad in the hallway, then without waiting to seek permission, entered the room. The room was still bare, as the newest occupant did not have mementos or other such debris with which to clutter her quarters.
He turned his eyes on the oddly coloured Saiyaness. “How are you finding your new quarters? Are the accommodations agreeable?” Of course, he knew compared to her last quarters in the prison cell...this room was comparable to living in a palace, small as it was. Even after staying in the sick bay – as she healed the long, traditional way – the privacy of a door must seem luxurious by comparison.
Serona turned around at his entrance, relieved to see it was Kiron but still unhappy with the manner of his entrance.
“It is nice to actually have a bed,” she said gesturing toward the modest single pushed against the wall, perfectly made. She stepped away from the commander, pulling at her newly laundered uniform with disdain and nerves.
“Is there anything you wish of me, My Lord?” she asked carefully, the words of respect unusual and unwelcome in her mouth, as she decided she would not be using them very often.
Kiron shook his head. “No. You have no orders at this time, other than to settle into your new schedule. You will find that,” he moved to turn on a scene on the desktop, “listed here. It will give you your daily agenda and any advisories for the crew.” He stepped back then pulled a scouter from a pouch on his belt. “This is your scouter. It will keep you in touch with central command and me, as you are serving under my direct command at this time.” He held the scouter out for Serona to claim.
“How are you feeling after your stay in medical? I must say, you took much longer to heal than I had assumed would be necessary.”
Gingerly, she accepted the scouter and inspected the buttons, hoping to avoid questions about the events in the medical bay. She shuffled the device in her hands before glancing up to see Kiron waiting for an answer.
She cleared her throat nervously. “I suppose, I had more injuries than first anticipated?” she offered, before silently berating herself for the obviousness of her lie. Her medical information was on file, a simple thing for him to check.
Kiron silently watched Serona. He knew by doing so, she would get the message: he knew she was not being fully honest with him. “In the future, I hope this will not be the case.”
Serona’s eyes darted around the room, hating that she felt like a small child being chided. Finally, she relented. “I wasn’t getting into that machine.”
A single lifted, bare brow was Kiron’s only physical response to her words. “I see. Is there any particular reason for that?”
“Yes! I wasn’t about to willingly put myself in a compromising position like that…” she started off strong and then tailed away. The second-in-command would not be interested in her background.
He considered her position on the matter then gave a single nod. “I expect that to change in the future. We do not have the time to waste when our soldiers are seriously injured. Keep that in mind,” he stated simply.
“I am not stopping your other soldiers from being healed if I am not in the regeneration tank…” she mumbled, wishing she could stop herself before she faced the inevitable punishment for her insubordination. She flinched, waiting for the ‘instant justice’ to be administered to her.
Kiron watched Serona for a moment, fighting a twitch of his lips and a short chuckle of amusement. “You sell yourself short. Perhaps, you are the soldier I would prefer to be healed.”
Serona opened one eye and saw he had made no move to strike her, nor did he look like he was about to do so.
“You haven’t even seen me fight yet,” she said quizzically.
“You are in my personal retinue. That gives you certain privileges and responsibilities,” he answered simply, having regained his composure. His facade was once again the perfectly stoic mask all but his closest associates knew to be typically Kiron.
Serona gave up trying to maintain an air of intelligence. “I don’t understand.”
His lips twitched into the momentary semblance of a smile, again. “I will explain. You are my personal...assistant. Your job is to assist me in whatever way I ask, in order to keep the empire functioning smoothly. That is why it is imperative, that if you are injured, you are healed quickly and completely. It is my responsibility to keep you from harm’s way, and it is your responsibility to serve me faithfully.”
“Okay…” she said, nervous about what duties would fall under his “whatever,” with an unwelcome shiver down her spine. She looked at him unhappily for a moment while thinking, 'If this is a trick I will find a way to kill him.' “Why are you doing this?”
A long moment passed before he decided to respond. “If I were to put you in the regular command, what would you do?”
“Regular command? Out with those hapless minions?” She frowned at the thought. She had not been in the main hull of the ship for long, but the idiots flittering in and out of the medical bay annoyed her enough with their snide comments and suspicious looks. Finally she sighed. “Is this a trick question? I would follow orders until…”
She looked up at Kiron, knowing she had sealed herself into completing the sentence.
“Until the Ice-jin resort to their old ways.”
Kiron nodded once. “I assumed, if you were placed with the troops, you would be determined to outclass them. Also, their pettiness has never settled well with any Saiyan in the past.
“Then, there is the issue of your trust. Would you truly obey orders muddled by the chain of command?” He gazed at her as if he were peering into her soul. “That was rhetorical, of course. We would both be better served by you not answering that question, though we both know the answer. For these reasons, you are under my command. Besides, there will be much to do once we return to Ice-sei. We will be kept exceedingly busy.”
“I wouldn’t need to try to outclass them; it would be easily done with a few days of training!” Serona replied, insulted at the thought that the clowns out there could defeat her.
Kiron’s lips twitched again as he almost smiled, and he reached his hand out to tweak her chin. “And, that is yet another reason you are mine.”
Serona did not flinch with the touch of his skin upon hers; rather, an unusual, unpredicted sense of security seemed to come with it. This man had not even given a hint that he wanted to hurt her, and she found herself feeling more reassured in his presence than not. He was the one who had opened the door and removed her from the cell...
Shaking herself from her thoughts, she frowned again. “I am not yours!” she insisted stoutly, reaffirming her words by pulling from his reach.
A single brow lifted on Kiron’s chiselled face, and his lips twitched almost imperceptibly. “As a matter of fact, you are. However, you need not worry about me abusing my position.” He paused a moment to purposefully allow his eyes to drift from her face down her body, considering her as more than a solider - a woman.
Kiron’s eyes returned to Serona’s. “Though, I suppose you would suffice if you so wished.” He knew his words would incite her, but he could not help himself. His repartee with this impudent Saiyan woman was, by far, the most fun he had allowed himself in...longer than he could rightly remember.
“Suffice?” Serona echoed in disbelieving anger. “Suffice? Nothing about me will suffice! I am always better,” she declared, not exactly sure from where her confidence to make sure claims came, but she would be damned before she was considered as merely sufficient in any respect.
Without giving any hint to his thoughts, Kiron stepped so closely to Serona their chests grazed one another. He leaned down so that his lips almost brushed her ear, and spoke softly, his voice deep. “Perhaps, you will deign me worthy of proving your boast to me in the future.” He took a breath, taking in her scent, then slowly straightened, brushing his lips against her cheek in a rough, fleeting almost-kiss.
The commander had never taken liberties with his crew. In fact, he had never placed himself in such a position with anyone, crew member or not. However, there was simply something about this Saiyaness. Something about her brought a boldness to Kiron he had never experienced before their meeting. He had never so much as flirted before today. Yet, after reading through the files containing much of Serona's past, he knew the question of sex – consensual or not – would be raised sooner or later.
His closeness took her breath away in a manner no previous encounter had. His lips were so tantalizingly close to hers, she could feel her blood begin to rush. As his skin brushed against hers, her resolve disappeared.
“Future?” she asked in a breathless whisper.
A smugness crept into Kiron’s eyes at Serona’s response to him. He had not lost his touch...not that he had ever attempted to seduce a woman. His life had been far too fraught with danger and horror for such frivolities. His life had been devoted to the future emperor at the moment he was placed into the ownership of Prince Gelid and sworn his allegiance to the young Prince Frost. Kiron had only been a child at the time, though most would argue he was never truly a child.
He looked down at the Saiyan woman whose full height was well beneath his broad shoulders, frozen for a moment, then decided, that for the first time in his memory, Kiron would do something he knew was foolish. He leaned down to her and pressed his lips against hers for a soft kiss, then withdrew them. “Yes, the future,” he murmured softly, fighting waves of both embarrassment at his brazenness and the desire to kiss her much, much more soundly. What was it about this woman which brought such feelings to him? The desire to claim to...protect.
“What?” she asked at the bluntness of the abrupt end to their intimacy. She frowned as her face turned red, causing her to look down to help her hair cover her shame.
Seeing the distress he had caused Serona, Kiron gently tipped her face toward his, his eyes open to her. “That was inappropriate. I apologize. It will not happen again without your consent.” He swallowed hard, the muscles in his large jaw flexing as he clenched his teeth in frustration with himself and his behaviour.
Unsure how he could rectify this encounter, he released his hold on Serona and took a large step back from her. Instantly, he was the restrained, professional administrator. “If you require anything, contact Central Control.” He gave a single nod to her then quickly exited her quarters, already berating himself for giving into the very feelings he had fought so hard to conquer. Emotions were the enemy, just as much as any other. If he allowed himself to make one mistake…
“You had my consent…” Serona whispered as he left. She stumbled to the doorway like a freshly born fawn, weak at the knees. Opening the door, she swung around in the direction Kiron had left, still holding onto the door's frame.
“Kiron!” she called to the retreating figure.
Kiron could not stop the jump he felt in his chest, as he heard Serona call his name. He froze in the hall and took a deep breath to regain his composure before turning to face her, his face an unreadable mask. “Do you require something?”
Serona looked around helplessly, before locking eyes with him. She lightly nipped her bottom lip in thought before letting it slide back into its normal position. With a raised eye brow, she nodded.
Seeing Serona’s discomfort, Kiron glanced up then down the hall before returning his eyes to hers. “Is this matter of a...personal nature?”
With a slight smile, she nodded, again.
Kiron took another breath then gave Serona a nod and returned to the room. When the door closed behind the woman, he turned to face her. “I am very sorry for overstepping the bounds of our professional, working relationship. I will be more considerate in the future and treat you as any commander should treat their troops.”
Having heard enough, Serona snaked an arm around Kiron’s neck and pulled into him, kissing him unashamedly.
The forcefulness of the Saiyan woman surprised Kiron into a complete lack of action, his pale aqua eyes widened into caricatures of their normal selves before closing to eliminate distraction. Surely, this was a dream. This could not be happening. It simply was not possible. Had he hit his head when he left the room? No, that could not be it. The only other option left for him was: this was truly occurring.
All these thoughts passed through Kiron’s mind in the matter of a second before his arms instinctively wrapped themselves around the dainty waist of the female pressing herself against him. As he realized his arms had moved, Kiron took note of another part of his anatomy, which had begun to react naturally to Serona’s advances as well.
Before he could lose complete control of the situation, Kiron lifted his hands to cradle Serona’s face in his palms then pulled his head back enough to break their kiss and allow him to peer into her eyes. “Truly, we should not. This is a very bad idea,” he spoke softly, giving voice to the duties he would much rather ignore, a fact which was beginning to be pounded home by a dull throb in his nether regions.
Serona pulled back from him, his words starting to strike a chord. As she caught her breath, sense finally settled in – along with the bitter reminder of a promise made years ago and the feeling this encounter would be significantly different to the insults she made to that promise over the years.
“I-…I can’t,” she stuttered as she pushed Kiron toward the door, manoeuvring her way from his embrace. “I’m sorry.”
Kiron caught Serona’s wrist in his hand and pulled her back to him, his eyes intense. “You have no need to apologize.” He broke eye contact as his orbs wandered down to her full lips, brightly coloured from her flush of desire and their kisses. He swallowed hard again and instantly lifted his eyes back to hold hers. “I should not have allowed things to progress this far. I do ask for your forgiveness.”
Serona’s hand folded into a light fist as Kiron retained their contact, gauging the size of him in comparison to her, her head only reaching his chest and his bulk much, much wider, sturdier...powerful. She gave her arm a small tug and found his grip firm.
“I have nothing to forgive,” she said quietly, curling her free arm behind her back to rub her hair between her fingers.
Kiron nodded, his face serious. Then without warning, he once more cupped her chin in his large hand and tipped her face up toward his and kissed her solidly, his tongue seeking entrance.
‘What are you doing?!’ a voice screamed in the back of his mind. A step closer to Serona, their bodies touching, quickly silenced his conscious.
At the risk of losing herself and letting herself give into his affections, it took all Serona's being to push him away. “No!” she cried out. “I can’t! I am not my own to give!”
She pulled away, searching Kiron’s face for the answer to her woes.
A flush darkened Kiron’s face from both his frustrations and embarrassment. Unable to see an action which would allow him to regain his dignity, his eyes narrowed dangerously and he took a rough step back. “I-... What do you mean when you say, not your own to give?”
Her mouth agape, Serona’s gaze found a resting place upon the floor. “I’m betrothed…” The words burned her mouth, the tradition - a curse she had been thrust into from birth, a promise she was bound to keep for the honour of her dead parents and her dead king. And, for all the loathing she felt toward it, it had also been the only beacon of hope during her days under Frieza’s command and her years confined to a destitute prison planet. The hope that he, her prince, would find her, want her and save her, making the torture she had lived through have meaning, an end.
“Be-...betrothed?” Kiron stumbled over the archaic word. 'Are Saiyans evolved enough to have betrothals from childhood?'
Serona nodded as she could all but hear his brain processing the information. She held her breath as she waited for his response, not sure which option of the few possibilities this could end with she would prefer.
He took a deep breath to calm himself more. “You are betrothed to a Saiyan, I assume.”
“Oh, yes,” she said bitterly. He was indeed Saiyan. Not just any Saiyan. The Saiyan. The chosen. The first born of King Vegeta. A Saiyan, so anticipated...who did not even know she still lived. A Saiyan, so arrogant, he thought the Ice-jin rule ended with Frieza and then his older brother. A Saiyan who was supposed to be hers.
“Serona,” Kiron began, “the Saiyans are all dead. You are freed from your betrothal.”
Serona shook her head, wanting to believe she was free from the betrothal but knowing it to be false. “It isn’t true. I would know if he was dead.”
“And, how would you know? Serona, the planet was blown into dust,” Kiron gently informed her.
“You don’t think I know that?” Serona shuffled uncomfortably in her position, before deciding to move to the bed and sit. “When Zarbon…took me…for Frieza...” she hesitated, trying to only think of the important details, rather than reeling-off a mini-biography, “one of his power plays was to let me know Vegeta was coming on board and then ensure that I could never get to him. I knew Vegeta was alive, but Vegeta thought – and I am sure he cared little about– that I had been another casualty of the genocide. As time progressed, I didn’t need to be reminded of his location, how he was… I knew. I could feel him.”
When Serona sat, Kiron moved to sit beside her, his hands in his lap, and listened to her tale. “Vegeta…” he considered the name. More files existed on this Saiyan prince than any other single Saiyan and even rivalled the amount of data which had been collected on the entire race. “Frieza killed Vegeta. Yet, we have reports he is still alive.”
“Frieza managed to do many things to Vegeta…but killing him was not one of them. I did lose track of him, once or twice throughout the years, but he has always come back.” Serona frowned as she realised she was giving away too much information. “If your people think he is dead, you will let them continue to believe that, right? You will leave him alone?”
“As I said before, the reports are conflicting.” Kiron turned to look face Serona. “It matters not to myself, or My Lord, if he lives. Perhaps the reports from King Cooler’s expedition will shed light upon the matter when they arrive. Otherwise, we have problems enough without chasing those so far from our home.”
“So, that is where that idiot went…” Serona paused, feeling an ache in her heart at the prospect of the only last Saiyan she knew of being wiped out. “Expedition? You mean extermination! But, it failed. Cooler is dead, I know it,” she finished darkly.
Serona jumped up, furious at herself for frolicking with a man so loyal to the Ice-jin, while troops might well be on the hunt for her prince. She looked at Kiron, disgusted, knowing where his loyalties lay and how far away from hers they were. Knowing no outcome to her liking would come to her here, she headed toward her door. When Cooler’s data from the expedition was retrieved, it would only be a matter of time before Frost sought revenge for his cousin's defeat. She had to find a way to let the last of her people know there were more Ice-jin poised to attack in an attempt to exterminate them. Anyway of informing them would do…but she had to find a way – she simply had to.
Kiron quickly followed Serona, pulled her back from the door and folded her into his arms pinning hers between their bodies. “Serona, control yourself. You cannot help him.” He spoke very distinctly, as he knew spies might likely listen to any conversations he had. “Your last king undertook the mission on his own, and none of us could do a thing to help him. Not even you.”
His eyes blazed as he considered the woman in his arms, a woman full of passion. He lowered his lips and roughly kissed hers then moved his mouth to her ear to whisper, “You can do nothing for him. Care for yourself, and remember your allegiance, always,” he cautioned her, hoping anyone spying on them might not have heard, or at the very least had misunderstood, his words and intentions.
“I am remembering my allegiance. That’s the problem!” she tried to push away from him. The strength of his embrace forced her to duck beneath his powerful arms. “I have to try and do something!”
A growl of frustration erupted from Kiron’s throat as Serona managed to wiggle from his embrace and seemed oblivious to the message of warning he was trying to impart. He instantly grabbed her arm. Turning quickly, he forcefully pushed her onto the bed - so she would not be injured - and climbed atop her, using his weight to pin her, so she could not harm herself by struggling against his overwhelming might and mass or go running from the room spouting treacherous words. “Remember your allegiance! The oath you swore!”
Serona’s body went cold at the helplessness of her current position. Although there was something about Kiron, imploring her to trust him, she could not let her mind be clouded – or let go of her past. She had been in this position before; her body forfeited to a man’s desires. She stared at Kiron coldly, her face impassive, daring him to do his worst. Fighting Kiron now, would be pointless; she would have her chance to help Vegeta later, no matter the cost now.
Kiron’s eyes searched Serona’s for a clue to her thoughts. “Will you remain calm? Can you act without being rash, now?”
Serona narrowed her eyes slightly, before relaxing them, again. “Yes,” she stated.
He gave a single nod before slowly moving off Serona. “At this time, there is nothing anyone can do. You can pray to whatever deity you prefer. Otherwise, we must wait for information. To do anything else is foolhardy and will harm the very ones we wish to protect. Do you understand?”
“I understand. Now, get out,” she said with a growl, sitting upright as Kiron moved.
Kiron began to respond to Serona and froze with his mouth agape. His face almost instantly returned to his normal, stoic mask. “Kiron, here.” He listened intently to a voice only he could hear, focusing on keeping his breathing calm. “Understood.” He turned his eyes back to Serona.
Knowing he was not talking to himself, Serona studied his face for any clue to the nature of the call, but she was unable to deduce anything. She pushed her tongue against her bottom teeth in an effort to stop herself from talking, but it was to no avail.
“What?”
“Your problem has resolved itself,” Kiron stated flatly. “The reports have finally been retrieved. Your prince is alive, and your late king is confirmed to be dead.”
“Don’t lie to me,” Serona started warningly. “I have had enough mind games played on me for them to wash off my back like a greased Ice-jin.”
Before Kiron could fully form a response to Serona’s words, her phrase, “like a greased Ice-jin,” caught his attention. Without realizing it, he allowed a single snort of laughter to escape his lips. “Like a greased Ice-jin?” He raised a brow as he peered at her.
Serona blushed, despite herself and the topic they were debating. “Well, they are a slimy bunch; they wouldn’t need much greasing!” Serona’s inner dignity had completely given up hope of redemption. It was yelling at her to just stop talking. “So, he is safe?” she said, attempting to divert the conversation.
“Your prince is alive,” Kiron stated, “and the emperor, crowned in the interim, requires my services.” He rose from her bed. “Finish settling in, get some food, and then report to Emperor Frost’s audience chamber to see if I have farther orders.”
Serona put her face into her hand and leaned on her knee, Kiron’s words barely registering past, “your prince is alive.” She smiled in disbelief, shaking her head. And, Cooler was dead. That tyrant, no better than his brother, had been vanquished and debts were paid. She laughed, a small hiccup of a laugh as a ray of hope shone, once again.
Seeing Serona’s distracted state, Kiron placed a hand on her shoulder. “Finish what you were doing, eat, then report to me for farther orders. Until then, I will be reviewing the latest data and helping our lord prepare for a visit from foreign royalty when we return, though, I am sure he will be quite displeased to hear confirmation of the late king's death, his cousin.”
The touch brought her thoughts back into the room. “Yes, of course,” she said automatically, her default reply to ‘orders’ given to her thus far on the ship.
Kiron gave Serona a single nod of acceptance then turned to exit her room. He paused before opening her door to discreetly rearrange himself more comfortably before leaving with his back ramrod straight. His destination: Emperor Frost.
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