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Conditions of Endearment
By : Justice
Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female
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Thank you so much for the review Alyssa Wright! That's what motivated me to write this chapter today. :3 It's easier to write knowing there are a few who actually like it, haha. My writing is so rusty I was sure it'd suck. Anyway there is no sex in this chapter (damn) and it's mostly plot/setting. I will write a bit more tonight and promise to make the next chapter saucy!

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The low laughing of the saiyans echoed in the long hall, drowning out the cries and whimpers of the walking slaves. Their bare feet padded against the dark brown stones. The floor was hard and cold but polished to a beautiful luster. As captive eleven Kimba was relatively close to the front out of the thirty or so others. Her hair still dripped from the planetary decontamination, the harsh jets of water they were all subjected to had left her skin with red blotches. The flimsy white tunics they were all wearing left little to the imagination. Kimba idly hoped that after being processed they would be assigned uniforms that were a little more ‘secure’.

She was silent, having more easily come to terms with the recent events than most of the other captives. Watching the resisting men be beaten and assaulted with the water hoses hadn’t surprised her, and she didn’t feel guilty about not stepping in to help. The ease with which they had all been abducted showed her that there was no use resisting- right now, at least. This army would have to be studied. She doubted there was any realistic possibility of any of them ever seeing earth again. Her mind ticked over all the possible things that could happen to them. Slaves. Whoring. Meat. Tests. Labor. Her lip curled in distaste.
Whispers trailed along the line of thralls and one or two people openly sobbed. The red haired girl would have pitied them if she weren’t so busy trying to disassociate herself from the events of the previous night. She knew she wasn’t a pretty sight but she did her best to make herself look presentable by combing her manacled hands through the tangled jungle that was her hair. Her eyes were focused straight ahead. Looking, but not really observing anything. Although it was an effort she walked tall and strong, blocking out the throbbing pain emanating from her abused rear. She was hardly a pretty sight with the red marks around her neck, split lip and yellowed cheek. (Although Kimba didn’t know it Raditz had made a great effort to be gentle with her) Her body throbbed and ached all over. At least my hair will look nice She thought morosely.
The slaves were lead finally to a great set of ornate double-doors guarded by four saiyan guards. They weren’t human, some other alien race. Kimba made the mental comparison to a Xenomorph from the classic Aliens and shuddered. The other three were no better- strange colored skin, horns, and muscles of startling proportions. She did her best not to look as the doors were opened and the procession trailed in miserably. Whatever this room was, it looked important. The ceilings were so high up she could barely make them out and the stonemasonry that made up several of the columns and the elevated throne was elegant without being extravagant.
Flicking his hand impatiently Raditz directed the group to form a gentle curve around the throne so that all of them could be observed. He walked back along the line to assure that all was in order with a cruel word or backhand where it was needed. Walking past Kimba he looked at her with a fleeting but unmistakably malevolent leer. Her expression didn’t change. In fact, she seemed not to see him at all as she stared forward. The filth had better not say a word. Raditz thought to himself somewhat regretting his earlier escapades with her. The last thing he needed was another reprimanding from management for delivering used goods.
Several men were in front of them. One sitting contentedly in the single throne, the others at various positions next to or behind him. Their races varied greatly. Some were Saiyan, others great brutish mutants, and still others short fat alien-looking warriors. The individual sitting on the throne was by far the most intriguing; from a biological perspective, at the least. He seems to be part reptile and part insect- fuck, maybe even part earthworm Kimba scoffed. Great onyx horns grew from either side of his head and the top of his skull shone like a polished purple gem. Some areas of his body were covered in a hard chitin-like material and he wore a differently colored variation of the standard armor.

“What a pathetic sample you have brought me, Raditz” The alien addressed him in a deep raspy voice. Unexpectedly it carried somewhat of a feminine undertone. “Is this all that planet has to offer?” Raditz stood at attention in front of his superior.

“Lord Freeza, my computers indicated the planet is very rich in natural resources that will greatly benefit us. I have brought you an average population sample of the planet’s race, humans. They are incredibly weak but more than seven billion populate the Earth” He gave a small but formal bow. The alien waved him up to the throne as they began to discuss details of his mission. Movement to her left caught Kimbas’ eyes and she turned her head slightly to regard two men a few places down the line. One looked to be middle-aged, and the other quite a bit older. They were both dark skinned Caucasians and she wondered whether he had taken all his ‘samples’ from the same region. He’d seemed like the type to cut corners.
Whispering under their breath and shifting uncomfortably the men began to fidget with their hands. Many of the slaves were doing it in some way or another but none of them had quite the same nervous disposition and sweat as these two did. Stomach turning in knots, Kimba wondered what they were going to do. She didn’t have to wonder very long.
“You can’t fucking do this to us!” The younger man’s voce rang out. He’d taken a few steps forward and gestured aggressively, “You can’t treat us like this! Do you have any idea what is going to happen when the government finds out what you’ve done??” His neatly trimmed beard and handsome rugged face told Kimba he was upper-class. The arrogance and might have worked countless times on earth for him but he would have no such luck here. All the warriors in the room went quiet when he spoke up. Raditz turned to regard the man with a cruel grin while Freeza simply sat on his throne with his tail calmly swaying.
The older man had left his place in line, and others were beginning to take hesitant steps forward. What the fuck do they think they’re doing? They’re going to get us all killed! Freeza’s eyes flicked to Raditz in some silent signal and he crossed the room. The men stood tall as he approached, seemingly confident that their terms would be heard. Grabbing the younger man’s throat the Saiyan lifted him high off the ground and turned to his Lord. God, they’re going to kill him. Right here. The mans gurgles could be heard throughout the room as he struggled to get free and breathe. The Saiyan tightened his grip and the mans’ face changed colors.

“Your grace!” Her voice rang out in the hall like a chime in contrast to the roughness of the warriors voices. She was pleased to hear that it was strong and unwavering. All heads turned to her and the smugness disappeared while her stomach knotted up like a coiling snake. Taking a few steps forward and kneeling she noticed the alien’s eyes had narrowed angrily. Bending her head down to the ground with her hands meeting in front of her Kimba did her best to appear meek and respectful.
“Your grace..” She continued, stringing words together in her head. If there were two things college had taught her, they were bullshitting and kissing ass. “Please forgive their transgressions. A race as lowly as ours has no idea how to act in the face of such strength and greatness. I implore you to spare their lives so they may learn to serve you. We are no use to you dead.” Secretly pleased with her mini-speech Kimba waited a few seconds before looking up. They were… laughing! They were laughing at her! Her face reddened and she looked down sheepishly. Well… I tried.
Freeza flicked his hand idly towards Raditz who then dropped the man. “What a well-trained slave we have here! How rare!” He laughed while approaching her and took her face in one of his hands, rolling it from one side to the other before feeling a lock of her red hair. “How can I refuse such a humble request? Raditz, why don’t you help him up… gently.” The Saiyan grinned and grabbed the man and dragged him to his feet, pushing him back towards the line. Kimba breathed a short-lived sigh of relief as the black-haired man raised his head to the offending captive, a bolt of light erupting from his palm. The beam sliced through the innocent man’s torso and the upper half of his body slid sickly to the ground spilling blood and intestines onto the floor.
The tension in the room seemed to lift as the warriors all laughed and spoke quietly with each other, amused. Kimba slowly rose to her feet, staring at the mess. As the other slaves screamed and panicked Freeza ordered a lower warrior to take them to the holding chambers. Freeza grabbed Kimba’s chin again and observed her face more closely. “Such an obedient slave can’t go to waste. What happened to your face?” Raditz stiffened at the question and looked at Kimba threateningly.

“I was in an altercation prior to my capture” She said demurely, looking away from him. His thumb pressed against her lip and she hissed quietly in pain.

“Stay here.” He walked back to his throne and sat down, motioning to his General, Zarbon. Kimba couldn’t stop looking at the growing pool of blood. A few minutes passed before Freeza spoke again. “Vegeta. You have proved yourself a capable Prince, and are long due for a reward. I can’t let such a promising slave go to waste, and I have no doubt you will be thankful for such a gift.” A short figure stepped to the throne with an angry expression, but Freeza’s tone left no room for discussion. The man was slim but well-built with tall upswept black hair. Kimba studied him intently.

“Thank you, Lord Freeza.” Was all that he said.

“Your room will be relocated to a vacant suite in block C. Now leave us.” Vegeta stalked to Kimba and grabbed her by the wrist dragging her out of the chamber with him. She was fearful of what her new life would be like with this quiet, angry man.

The thought did not excite her. These people were monsters.
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Conditions of Endearment	By : Justice Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 3848 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Conditions of Endearment