A Saiyan Alive
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Category:
Dragon Ball Z › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
1,506
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.
Me, a Slave? Not Likely!
Note: My apologies for the short chapters. --Falcon
Chapter Two: "Me, a Slave? Not Likely!"
Raddi growled some colorful curses in Saiyago at the Tarach-jin slave traders, who were at this moment bartering with her captors. Her tail was wrapped protectively around her waist, preventing anyone from handling or further injuring the sensitive appendage. 'I am not a mother****ing SLAVE, dungheaps!' she snarled as one of the lizard-like beings reached forward, presumably to "inspect" his "potential merchandise." The alien clucked something to his partners, which made one of them crack up, and the other turn a pretty lilac shade. It occurred to Raddi that that particular lizard had been staring fixedly at her chest and she glared meaningfully at it. 'Eyes off the prize, ***hole,' she snapped, and although it couldn't speak Saiyago, her meaning was clear. It blushed a deeper purple and turned away, with teasing comments bombarding him from his partners.
Point made, Raddi turned her attention to the warehouse that would be her new home until she was bought—as if, how embarrassing—or she escaped. As soon as her tail healed, Raddi intended to escape. With such thoughts on her mind, she began scrutinizing the building for possible routes or defenses. 'Okay, bouncers at the front door, 2, power level around 800 each, armed with whips and stun-guns. Clerks, 8, insignificant but for vials of unknown powder. Guards, 6 each sector, power levels around 600, whips, stun-guns, and cuffs, possibly ki-dampeners. 3 office doors, 1 guard each, same as bouncers. 1 other door, possibly leads to break room and storage. Skylight, unmanned, energy barrier across it. Generator behind rightmost office, unguarded. Good.'
Raddi tired of inspecting the building, and her attention refocused on the traders. Money was changing hands, so she assumed that the haggling was done with. She allowed the guards to move her cage, but two of them received broken fingers when they tried to touch her breasts or tail. Raddi scowled; she'd remember those two, especially the teal one. Oh, yes, he would be the first to feel her wrath upon her escape, then she would purge the rest of the city. A familiar twinge lanced through her at the thought of innocents and children; she crushed the thought ruthlessly. A warrior of the Cold army had no room for such sentiments.
Since it appeared as if there would be little excitement for a few hours, Raddi settled herself cross-legged in the center of her cage. Her eyes slipped closed, and she sank into a meditative trance for image training. In the blackness of her mental arena, an avatar of herself (minus the collar, ki bands, and broken bones) flickered into existence. 'Raddi' stretched, limbering her muscles before beginning a complex kata. Punch, jump, kick, duck, punch, block, blast, spin, and leap in an intricate dance with an invisible opponent. She slid in and out of shadow, eventually winding down, feeling fully warmed up. Calling on her mental list of challengers, Raddi chose a fellow soldier from her purge unit. A shadow version of purple-skinned Allyn stepped into the open, and both fighters squared off for a spar.
Chapter Two: "Me, a Slave? Not Likely!"
Raddi growled some colorful curses in Saiyago at the Tarach-jin slave traders, who were at this moment bartering with her captors. Her tail was wrapped protectively around her waist, preventing anyone from handling or further injuring the sensitive appendage. 'I am not a mother****ing SLAVE, dungheaps!' she snarled as one of the lizard-like beings reached forward, presumably to "inspect" his "potential merchandise." The alien clucked something to his partners, which made one of them crack up, and the other turn a pretty lilac shade. It occurred to Raddi that that particular lizard had been staring fixedly at her chest and she glared meaningfully at it. 'Eyes off the prize, ***hole,' she snapped, and although it couldn't speak Saiyago, her meaning was clear. It blushed a deeper purple and turned away, with teasing comments bombarding him from his partners.
Point made, Raddi turned her attention to the warehouse that would be her new home until she was bought—as if, how embarrassing—or she escaped. As soon as her tail healed, Raddi intended to escape. With such thoughts on her mind, she began scrutinizing the building for possible routes or defenses. 'Okay, bouncers at the front door, 2, power level around 800 each, armed with whips and stun-guns. Clerks, 8, insignificant but for vials of unknown powder. Guards, 6 each sector, power levels around 600, whips, stun-guns, and cuffs, possibly ki-dampeners. 3 office doors, 1 guard each, same as bouncers. 1 other door, possibly leads to break room and storage. Skylight, unmanned, energy barrier across it. Generator behind rightmost office, unguarded. Good.'
Raddi tired of inspecting the building, and her attention refocused on the traders. Money was changing hands, so she assumed that the haggling was done with. She allowed the guards to move her cage, but two of them received broken fingers when they tried to touch her breasts or tail. Raddi scowled; she'd remember those two, especially the teal one. Oh, yes, he would be the first to feel her wrath upon her escape, then she would purge the rest of the city. A familiar twinge lanced through her at the thought of innocents and children; she crushed the thought ruthlessly. A warrior of the Cold army had no room for such sentiments.
Since it appeared as if there would be little excitement for a few hours, Raddi settled herself cross-legged in the center of her cage. Her eyes slipped closed, and she sank into a meditative trance for image training. In the blackness of her mental arena, an avatar of herself (minus the collar, ki bands, and broken bones) flickered into existence. 'Raddi' stretched, limbering her muscles before beginning a complex kata. Punch, jump, kick, duck, punch, block, blast, spin, and leap in an intricate dance with an invisible opponent. She slid in and out of shadow, eventually winding down, feeling fully warmed up. Calling on her mental list of challengers, Raddi chose a fellow soldier from her purge unit. A shadow version of purple-skinned Allyn stepped into the open, and both fighters squared off for a spar.