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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: Well, here we are, chapter 3! I know updates are a bit sparse, but that would be due to nursing school. You can blame my professors for trying to kill me!
I would like to send a shout out to my wonderful co-author, Apollo1147 from fanfiction.net. She's the one hosting the PG13-rated version of this story. I know I couldn't have done this, or even imagined it all without her!

Commander And Saiyaness

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

Chapter 3: Whatever Happened to Vegeta?
Serona sat in the emptying mess hall, eating the left-overs she had picked up from the serving line. She preferred eating like this, with fewer eyes watching her, and the crew members most opposed to her presence foolishly exposed themselves by lingering long after their comrades had left. She memorised their faces, knowing of whom to be wary.
A few days had passed since her encounter with Kiron and the news of Vegeta's and Cooler's fates. The ship had a vibe of anticipation. Their, now fully-legitimized, emperor was hosting the ascension of a new ruler from another planet, and such an event would surely entail plenty of feasts and parties.
An exhausted Kiron swept into the dining hall and approached the cook to give his personal order. While most of the crew were confined to eating on a specific schedule, and only what was provided them, Kiron was given the special privilege of being able to order his food since his position caused him to miss many meals in the service of his lord.
As he waited for his food to be prepared, Kiron leaned against a wall and tried to relax his broad, muscular shoulders. The details and complications, not to mention politics, of planning the security needed for hosting the crowning of a foreign king and queen had taken quite a bit out of the second-in-command. The tension in his body felt as if he were carrying the entire ship on his back, and he had the knots to prove the ship was not light!
Serona could not fail to notice the second-in-command as he entered, but then again, not many could. She had noticed a pattern with the man: late orders for the quickest, most nutritiously dense meal with no regard to flavour.
She looked over the tray of food she had consumed without a thought, and with regret, realised the slowly roasted casserole had been reduced to only a few gravy streaks. Only the last miniature pavlova stood untouched before her. Clearing her tray, she took the plate with the tasty treat and headed toward the exhausted commander.
Coming into his field of vision, she stood clasping the plate, awkward under his gaze and confused by her own actions. “For pudding, after…”
A soft voice interrupted Kiron’s train of thought, and he rushed to catch up with what had been said to him, failing miserably. “...Serona,” he finally greeted her softly.
Kiron was clearly exhausted, in need of sugar, drink and sleep. Not wanting to linger and bother him longer than needed, she thrust the plate toward him.
“For later,” she repeated.
When Serona repeated herself, Kiron looked downward to the plate held in her delicate hands with the offered sweet-...and froze. A Saiyan was offering her food to him?
He almost gave a hint of a smile as the lines around his mouth relaxed. “Thank you, Serona,” he spoke softly then took the plate from her hands. “How was your-...meal?” he questioned, having no inkling of the time or the proper name of the meal she had eaten.
“The evening meal was ample. Thank you.” She stood, unsure of what to do next. With a slight nod as a sign of respect, she left, leaving Kiron to some much-needed, well-deserved alone time with his food.
“Wait, Serona,” Kiron called to her. “I have been reading some files in the archives, and I have some information I believe will be of interest to you. We should speak later,” he glanced around them, “in private.”
“Whose files?” she asked with dread. The files the Ice-jin had kept, from before even Frieza’s time, were meticulous and detailed. As one reared under the nefarious Ice-jin's control from a tender age, Serona expected no aspect of her life to be spared in the details.
Though he was unsure why Serona had suddenly grown pale and her voice tightened, Kiron simply answered her question. “The new files we received.”
Serona exhaled with visible relief. New. That was fine. “Yes, of course. When?”
Kiron glanced toward the cook as a second plate was handed to him. He then turned his attention back to Serona, his hands full of food. “When I finish eating would suit me.”
“Sure, where?”
He softly sighed as he glanced at the food he desperately wanted to eat then digest while sleeping, though he knew that would not be an option. “Take one of these, and follow me.” He offered Serona her plate, so he would be able to manage his door.
Serona obliged, following Kiron down a lesser-used corridor where the officers’ quarters were located. She watched as he easily entered when the door opened in response to his personal code, entered with his free hand. She hovered in the doorway, taking in the vastly bigger room, completed with a small living area. Against the wall was a large, but neatly kept, office desk and a huge king-sized bed was centred along the far wall. Two small doors most certainly lead toward an en suite bath and a closet large enough to hold the commander's uniforms and amour. While the room lacked adornments or any superfluous additions, it was sized appropriately for the imposing man.
Realising Kiron expected her to enter, she stepped in, still holding his second plate of food as she followed him into the bedroom. She looked around further, noting the huge bed, as could only be expected for a man of Kiron’s stature. Another desk with a desk chair and a padded chair near it graced the wall opposite the bed, and an en suite sat just beyond the bedroom door.
Kiron shuffled to his desk and sat down his plate then removed his scouter and also set it on the desktop when he noticed Serona offering him the other plate. He gratefully received the plate then realized she was still standing. “Have a seat.” He motioned to a plush chair near the desk then took his own seat and began to eat.
After taking a few bites, Kiron touched a screen on his desk, which then raised itself from the desk to be positioned and used as needed. He entered some information then began looking through various files while eating with his free hand. When he finally found the file he wanted, he turned the screen around to face Serona.
“Skim that while I eat,” he ordered before taking another bite of food.
Serona sat and gazed nonchalantly at the screen, her eyes skimming over the symbols she knew to one more educated, would contain meaningful words. The few words she could make out, seemed to suggest her betrothed was well. However, her face began to fall before giving way to a slight frown as she continued down the paragraphs and the sheer magnitude of so much information before her, if she could only read.
“Why are you showing me this?” she asked, swallowing her emotions at her ineptitude to understand and her caution in trying to make sense of what she did deduce.
Kiron looked at her as he pushed away his now-empty food tray. “I thought you wanted to know how your prince is. This is the first definitive information we have received in a very long time.”
Serona fleetingly glanced at Kiron before her eyes returned to the screen. “He has a son,” she said tenderly, wrapped a hand around her stomach and lightly gripping the fabric of her uniform.
“You-...are not happy?” Kiron softly questioned, having noticed how she held her stomach.
“No, it’s great. There is an additional half-Saiyan in the universe. It is good news... Will you leave them alone?”
“I have no reason to harm them,” Kiron stated simply. “And, I did believe you would be glad to hear of the young prince. Though-...you do understand that means he has moved forward with his life on planet Earth.”
“He is the prince, he…has every right to,” she tried to shrug off the sensation building inside her. “He didn’t even know I survived; it was to be expected. And, even if he did…I couldn’t… I wouldn’t be… I’m not able to...” she stumbled over her words. It was good Vegeta had a son, but it stung her that it was not with her. Could not be with her. She bit her lips together, unable to form any coherent words.
While Serona struggled to express her thoughts and feelings, Kiron simply watched her closely. Saiyans were a strange lot, and for reasons he could not explain, this particular Saiyan had piqued his interest. She was a conundrum, one he was determined to understand.
He gently laid a hand on Serona’s knee. Of course, he had read her medical report, but as to how a woman felt about such things, he could only speculate. Rather than force words upon her he was unsure she wished to hear, he preferred to offer her his silent empathy and the chance for her to elaborate, should she choose to do so.
Serona, surprised at the contact, jumped slightly in her chair before standing. “He is a prince. It is his right to do as he pleases. However, it does not change my position. I am sworn to him until my inevitable release,” she replied, trying control her emotions in a manner fitting of a royal Saiyan.
Emotions were a sign of weakness, and she needed to learn to control hers. So, he had moved on. She did not know what else she could have expected. He did not know she survived, as she had always known of him and his welfare. She was still confined here, while he could exert his rule over his new planet.
“If he is not of your concern anymore, why bother keeping me? I am the closest thing you have to an ally among Saiyans–…”
‘All three of us,’ she thought, weakening the strength of her argument. Giving up her train of thought she fell into silence.
“Are there any further orders for me?” she finally asked.
Kiron watched Serona in silence as she spoke, waiting patiently for her to finish and attempting to glean any information possible from her actions and reactions. “Sit,” he commanded softly, yet firmly, “and help me finish this-...pudding.” He held up the cup she had given him before and two spoons.
Serona looked at Kiron, confused by the command. Not in the mood to be berated for not following orders, she slowly lowered herself back in the chair, crossed her legs and accepted a spoon. She had no desire to eat. She would rather wallow alone or immerse herself in mundane orders for distraction, not share a pudding.
Gingerly, Kiron dipped the tip of his spoon into the pudding and brought the glob to his lips. As the smooth concoction flowed across his tongue, he gave his slight smile, and his eye lids partially closed in delight. “This is good,” he stated simply.
Serona watched Kiron motionlessly with an unchanging face. She did not feel anything over the consumption of the pudding: the crisp sugar with the chewy inside, the tart berry sauce on top of a smooth whipped cream, the satisfaction of the crunch and the flood of flavours in the palate. As Serona took a few more spoonfuls, she soon found herself wishing she had not given Kiron the pudding at all.
After his first spoonful, Kiron took another and pushed the cup toward Serona before leaning back in his chair, allowing himself a moment of relaxation as he savoured his treat. Rarely did he permit himself the luxuries he ensured for his troops - though few seemed to notice. Many years ago, he had determined he would never accept the lavish privileges commonly given to those of his status. He found them to be frivolous, causing the commanders to become soft and out of touch with their men. Kiron much preferred to live a more Spartan lifestyle, ensuring that when he gave an order, everyone knew he was not asking more of his men than he was willing to undertake himself.
“Please, enjoy the rest.” He nodded to Serona.
While she did not feel like eating, the offer of food brought forth her instincts. Picking up the pudding, she demolished it in far fewer spoonful than any self-respecting woman should. Suddenly very aware of the eager manner of her consumption, but too late to rectify her actions, she placed the cup on the empty plate in preparation for returning them to the mess hall.
In the midst of Serona’s devouring of the pudding, Kiron had lifted an eyebrow in amusement. “I can order you another plate, if you are still hungry.”
Serona shook her head while checking her mouth for wayward pieces. Food aside, she was feeling increasingly uncomfortable. She looked around the room, her eyes falling back to the open bedroom door. She had done a couple of things she was not proud of in the confines of a bedroom, and she had never entered another’s bedchamber with the intention of only talking.
“I should take those back,” she said, gesturing toward the plates, looking for something to do.
Kiron glanced at the plates and waved them away with a gesture. “Leave them. Someone will collect them later.” He stood and stretched a bit from his chair then turned to go to his en suite before seeming to remember Serona was still there. “I have a collection of files unlocked, if you are interested reading them. Apparently, it was not Vegeta who defeated Frieza or Cooler. There is another Saiyan male alive, a third-class.” He waved his hand to signify the end of his information and entered his en suite to prepare for a quick nap.
“Another Saiyan?” Serona asked in wonder, eagerly jumping at the opportunity Kiron had given her and entering the file. “Go...ku?” she tried to read in confusion. Goku was not a traditional Saiyan name by any means. She mulled over the name, unsure if she was pronouncing it correctly. Goku…. Go-ku. No, no recollection at all.
She scrolled down further, the collection of words rather meaningless to her. Two words that were underlined caught her attention.
‘...Super Saiyan...’
She started at the words, trying to put them into a verbalisation she could understand. They must be important to be highlighted so. She recognised the curve of letters representing her race sure enough, but the word before... Could it really be?
She blinked, and forced herself to interpret the word again. It was true; it said clearly. The thought excited her.
“He can turn into a Super Saiyan… So, the scriptures are true; the form does exist…'
She flicked back to Vegeta’s file, trying to find the familiar word to see if her Prince could take the form as well, which is what she was assuming from her few words of understanding. She soon realised that he could achieve the form as well. A smile crept across her lips unwillingly. He had done it. As a child, he was determined he would achieve the state. Her chest filled with an emotion with which she was unfamiliar – pride.
She scrolled down further.
‘...Kakarot...”
What? Another name?
She read and re-read the name, hoping she was simply reading it wrong. 'Kakarot, son of Bardock, the infamous seer? Brother to Raditz?' she thought with dread.
The last realisation caused her to retreat from the screen, as if the inanimate object could bring the latter back to life with only a thought. Any desire to get to this inhabitable planet was rapidly diminishing. Recovering, she approached the screen again, cautiously turning back to Kakarot’s file. He too, had a son, it seemed to suggest. With a snort, she hoped the child would at least be brought up with some sense of honour. Content with what she had deduced, and wanting to minimise the time Kiron would have to realise her misgivings, she turned the screen off before sheepishly looking around the room.
If Kiron had been watching, she must have looked ridiculous.
While Serona had been reading the files on Goku and Vegeta, Kiron had relieved himself and taken a very quick shower, as only military men are able. Stepping out of the shower stall, he reached for a towel, grateful a new flagship would soon be ready for service and included the upgrade of warm air blowers in each shower stall.
His hair still slightly damp and hanging just below his shoulders, Kiron quickly ran a comb through it to remove any knots before wrapping his towel around his waist when he remembered Serona was still in his quarters.
The door slid open to reveal the massive, exhausted warrior. He glanced at Serona then walked to his bureau to retrieve boxer brief-like underwear, which he then slid on under his towel before throwing the damp cloth at a laundry shoot.
“Did you find anything of interest?” he moved to look over her shoulder at the screen.
“Erm,” Serona pondered as she turned to face Kiron, only to be faced with his perfectly chiselled, nearly bare body a whisper away from her face. Startled, she fell off the chair.
Scrambling a meter or so away from the man, she stood, concentrating on looking at his face…and nowhere else. 'Don’t look down. Don’t look down...' she kept telling herself, as she concentrated to answer his question. If she could remember his question.
“Er, no?” she said, as she could feel her eyes starting to drop. With a curse, she dragged them back to his face. “Do you require anything else of me today?” she asked as she felt herself start to blush despite herself. He certainly was a fine specimen of a man.
“Is something amiss?” Kiron asked, as he watched Serona’s showing of discomfort.
“Yes, your clothes!” Serona burst out, closing her eyes.
Kiron blinked in surprise as he had never confronted this problem in the past. As a soldier, he was accustomed to being in various states of dress around his men and some of the women while conducting missions or urgent business. However, if Serona was bothered, he would try to remedy her discomfort. He returned to his bureau and pulled a shirt from a drawer and dragged it over his head, shaking his hair free of the collar with two quick turns of his head. A glance in a mirror revealed, not much had changed, as all the clothing issued to the troops was designed to be skin-tight and stretchy.
He turned back to face Serona. “I apologize for my appearance offending you. I did not realize you would react so-...negatively.”
Negative was not the word she would have used. In fact, her body had responded very positively, and now, it was clouding her judgement, thinking instead of… A delightful shiver travelled down her spine.
'No, stop it!' she told herself as she frowned a little deeper before opening her teal eyes she hoped did not reveal her lusty thoughts.
The thin layer of material helped her to admire him in a slightly safer way, and instantly, her eyes fell lower than they should, where his muscular legs were still on display. She tried to divert her eyes, only to unwittingly be drawn to his underwear.
Her eyes widened slightly before she shut them again with a slight smile. 'Good boy…' she thought to herself, her heart still pounding.
“You said you were unable to locate any files of interest to you…” Kiron started then leaned over the screen. “Perhaps, I can change the parameters and find something for you. I know you wish to know of your past.”
“What?” That statement quelled any urges that were pulsating through her. “Wait, why? I lived it; why would I want to read up on it?”
Kiron looked at Serona, confused. “I thought you desired knowledge of your species. Was I mistaken?”
Serona looked back at Kiron, their mutual confusion silencing them. “Not my perso-… You mean the history of the Saiyan race?”
A nod served as answer from Kiron. “Of course.”
“Oh,” she uttered as she felt the tension leave her face and body. “Is there much to know? I know that we were…” she searched for the words, circling her arm in the air, willing her brain to find the right word, “a somewhat…volatile race. I know what we did to the Truffles, if you wanted to draw some parallel between that and the Ice-jin...” She stopped herself, just slightly too late, once again.
Kiron’s brows lowered a bit, and he straightened to face Serona, now towering over her. “Why do you put words into my mouth?”
Serona instinctively took a step back as Kiron regained his full height. She wanted to reply, but words failed her. And, she did not know what she would say, anyway.
“I did not attempt to draw any parallel. I do not wish to harm anyone, and I do not think any less of anyone for the content of their files. Perhaps, this information will end some of your misconceptions about me.” Kiron stood still, surveying Serona for her reaction.
“Judge?” Serona repeated. “Judge me? What do those precious little files have to say about me that you would have any basis on which to judge me?” she asked, clenching her right hand in and out of a fist in nerves and anger.
Seeing the reaction his statement brought, Kiron knew he had found a nerve. “Is there something in your file you wish to hide?”
“No!” Serona replied indignantly. “It is just wrong that my life is yours to read as thoroughly as you want! Which I assume you have at least? Was the fact I was already betrothed in there, or has it been updated?”
Rather than rise to the provocation, Kiron simply allowed Serona to vent. “I read your file to determine what to do with you after your imprisonment. I have had nothing new to add to your file other than your new rank and station.” A strange, faraway look crossed his eyes. “Some crew members wished their files revealed half as much about them as yours reveals about you.” Something in his tone intimated, he is speaking of himself.
“That is my point, you decided before even getting to know me. So, what did mine reveal about me? Is there anything you don’t know? Do you know how each scar was made? Do you know how I was taken? Why? Does it tell you the absolute torture those bastards put me through?”
She breathed, her body shaking with anger as his words started to sink into her frantic mind. “What would your file say about you?” she asked solemnly, noticing his thoughts had trailed somewhere else.
Kiron shook his head, avoiding her question. “I read how you came to the Ice-jin. I then skipped most of your file. I had no need to read of Frieza’s-...” his jaw clenched, “entertainment. What I needed was to know if you were a threat. The rest, I learned from speaking with you.”
“Well, apparently, I have revealed too much,” she stated coolly. “You have the luxury of revealing what you want, when you want to me, to anyone. If you don’t want to tell me, that is fine. Now, if you would excuse me, I have some orders to complete before I retire for the day.”
She stood, wanting to turn on her heel and walk out but feeling that would be a step too far – he was the second-in-command, despite the casual tone on which their conversation balanced.
For reasons unknown to him, Kiron felt compelled to explain himself to Serona. “I know nothing of my past. I do not even know from what planet or race I hail. The files do not exist. My history begins when I was given to Prince Gelid and his son, the future Lord Emperor Frost.”
“Given?” Serona asked. “No idea…?” Serona thought about his predicament. Not to know where you came from? The legacy of your ancestors? But then, perhaps it is a blessing. No pre-determined ideas are pushed onto you.
“Have you asked Frost?”
Kiron gave a nod. “Emperor Frost,” he gently corrected and immediately added, “and I have. That is how I know the files do not exist. He knows even less about my past than I. I was given to him shortly after he was born, and I was-…” he thought for a moment, “I cannot remember.” He shook his head at the frustration.
“All the work you do for him, for which I bet you have never asked for anything in return.” Her eyes narrowed at him, warning him not to protest if it was true. “And, he can’t even follow up on one thing? The information must be somewhere.” Her nose wrinkled in disdain as another example of why she detested the Ice-jins was confirmed in her mind.
“He did look,” Kiron admitted. “I was with him when he did. He even entered his information and allowed me to search the data bases. The information does not exist, and since that time, I have been given full access to the all the information we possess. I still have found nothing pertinent in the system.”
“In the system!” Serona said, frustrated and utterly dumbfounded at their reliance on computers. “What about word of mouth? Hard files on paper? I refuse to believe that there isn’t someone who knows something. If he wanted to find the information, he could,” she finished, flustered and wound up.
“He has put out inquiries. Nothing has turned up.” Kiron shrugged. “For all I know, my planet and people no longer exist.”
“How… How can you be so calm?” Serona asked. “If you tell me it is because you trust him, then you are a fool.”
“I am many things, but I am not fool,” Kiron responded in a low voice, and his eyes narrowed dangerously, informing the Saiyan she was out of line. “I do trust My Lord. I have served him since my earliest memories. How could I not trust him? As for being calm, what good would being distraught do me? Would it give me knowledge? No. Keeping a level head and searching for the truth is the only option left to me, and that is the course I have chosen.”
“If that is enough for you…” she started, not sure where to take the topic further. Right now, she was at risk enough, and she wanted to leave. Keeping an eye on Kiron, she stepped over to the dirty plates and picked them up, before standing halfway between him and the door.
“You do not have to remove those. Someone will be in to clean my room shortly after I leave. Did you have any farther questions for which our data bases may hold the answers?” Something about this woman left Kiron unsettled. Certainly, her passion intrigued him. Yet, there was more to her. Yes, he would keep her close and discover her secrets; something deep within him, told him he had no choice in that matter.
“It is no bother… No, I don’t believe so. Is there anything you think I should know?” she asked, itching to get out the door.
Kiron watched her closely for a moment before closing the distance between them and relieving her of the plates. “You fear me?” he softly asked, the question completely rhetorical. “You are still waiting for me to turn on you, are you not?”
Serona could not help but retreat a little further as the plates were removed from her and so any form of protection they had imparted; she felt exposed, again. “No?” she replied, more of a question than an answer.
“If that is true, why did you step back, just now?” Kiron closed the distance between them, again.
This time Serona resisted the urge to step back again, determined to maintain her posture. Her heart was pounding, but she realised it was not necessarily all due to trepidation. There was definitely a twinge of excitement and intrigue he had piqued in her in a way no other being had caused.
She pulled her eyes up his body again, ensuring she did not linger appropriately, before locking eyes with him. He had a commanding presence, which demanded either complete respect, or failing that, fear.
“Under Frieza’s rule, you learn to trust no one and fear everyone. It is safer that way,” she said as she made a point of maintaining the eye contact, before it dawned on her she had just told him the truth. She had not intended to answer at all.
“I am not Frieza. This is not Frieza’s ship,” he commented softly, yet firmly. “In time, you will learn the difference; though, I had thought you would have begun to see that before now.” Kiron’s eyes softened as he felt that inevitable impulse he could not deny, to care for her, comfort her and remove her fears and doubts.
His hand raised itself of its own accord and gently caressed Serona’s cheek. “You are safe now, so long as you do not foolishly seek trouble. No one will harm you, as long as you are under my protection.”
Reaching up, she placed her hand over his, and after letting it linger a little longer than she should, pulled his fingers from her shin. “I have had mind games played on me that spanned months. I simply cannot let myself believe you.”
Kiron gently squeezed her hand with his own. “Then, in one year, you will believe.” His eyes and stance were open, honest with her. “Things are different, now. You will never have to face such terrors, again.”
Though he fought valiantly, Kiron could not stifle the yawn which overtook him, his exhaustion threatening to completely subdue him, whether he was in his bed or on his feet. “You may still stay and look through the opened files, if you like. I must rest.”
“I will leave you to your rest. May I be dismissed?” she asked removing her hand from his, as she glanced at the plates once again.
After searching her face to ensure this was her true desire, Kiron finally nodded. “Yes. You are dismissed.” He reached around her and programmed the door to open for her. “You should try to get some rest, yourself. I will need you on duty for the coronation and the following celebrations.”
Serona turned to leave, rolling her eyes once her face was out of sight from his. She would rather sit this one out, but she did not want to push her luck by defying him. “Yes, of course,” she said in her typical manner of acceptance. “Good night,” she continued, as she turned and dipped her head slightly.
Kiron returned the slight nod and laid on his bed, almost instantly sleep, even before Serona had time to exit the room.
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