New Laws

Pink, Red, and velvety purple fingers of the rising sun stroked the face of King Vegeta, rising the highness from his lengthy slumber. A lone female Saijin, a nameless slave, lay still out cold on the serving bed of the Royal Chambers as the King woke, and began to dress himself. She was still tied up from the night before, her hands and feet bound by rope to the bed posts. A faint sigh left his lips as he tugged on the last piece of his Royal Armor. Only he and Vegeta possessed these ebony armors, and no one else were permitted to wear them. Of course, they were hardly ever worn by his son - he liked his regular blue armor of the solders - they had a bit more weight to them. As usual, his son would likely be spending all day in that infernal training room he\'d had built. He was blinding himself with fighting, to avoid his own insecurities of himself. In all honesty, his son was a pussy. Far to worried about what others thought, did, or said, about whether or nor he hurt someone, or their feelings. Justice and peace were actually IMPORTANT to him. He was far too much like his mother; but at least he was skilled with masking his kindness with evil, much like his eternally powerful father. It was almost worthwhile to disown him, but perhaps there was still a chance to convert his bleeding heart son into the cold blooded killer that he was supposed to be. He just didn\'t know what the means to get him there was.





"Servant." he spoke quietly, stepping through the door. A male servant, who was standing guard at the door, turned his head to the King.

"Highness?" he replied, adding a faint bow to his acknowledgment.

"Go in, and have your fun with that woman. Then, be rid of her. Preferably in a quiet room, so no one turns their heads? And, don\'t be too bloody about it." the low-ranking male nodded his head quickly, regions of his pants growing larger at the thought of a woman all to himself. As the male dashed into the room, his highness sauntered along the hallway, towards the courtyard. Perhaps there was something interesting down there, today.



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Kaana\'s feet carried her as fast as they could, along the roads and dirt paths that led to the other side of the Palace Province. It\'d only taken her a few minutes to rip through the Peasant District, as she\'d taken the risk to fly. None of the soldiers were actually paying any attention; most were too busy fucking the poor women senseless, or getting their tiny, half-pleasing cocks sucked off by the younger-lipped girls of the city. But, in the Palace Province, the soldiers were mostly on duty - so risking the use of her forbidden abilities would land her in jail - or, with the new laws, tied up in the courtyard or somewhere, naked as the day she was born, strapped to a post for anyone to fuck. She shivered at the thought; imagine the masses of dead bodies and injured old men littering the streets, and how far and long she would have to run to remain alive. At least the palace was in sight; getting in would be the problem.



"HALT!" a voice cried out. A male soldier. Fuck. Kaana rolled her eyes, and slid to a stop. Better not piss anyone off today. "Why are YOU in a hurry, woman?" he barked, his short brown spikes held seemingly up with a white headband.

"I\'m seeking an audience with the King, or the Prince." she replied, point blank, glancing around. Bloody hell; there was no one else around.

"Really? A tiny little young thing like you? I think I\'d better check your clothes, you might be carrying a ki-bomb or something."

"I assure you, sir; I carry nothing. I really must be getting on, I have to get back to my ill father. He\'s sick, and I hardly have any time for myself..." she replied, a note of caution in her voice. The guard\'s eyes thinned.

"Enough crap, woman. Remove your clothes..."



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King Vegeta had moved his slowly ambling figure out of the courtyard, into the large expanse of the main province. It wasn\'t much to look at, just hills, trees, and flowers; but the women raved about it. Maybe a walk would prove to be more interesting than the courtyard had been.



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"But sir, I really must be getting along; you wouldn\'t want me to have to report a death of an elder because you made me take too long, would you?" The guard\'s eyes widened.

"You little BITCH!" he barked, shoving his left palm into her shoulder. She fell over hard, landing on her ass. Before she could react, the soldier\'s hands had found their way up her green peasant\'s dress, as the other was fighting desperately to free his raging hard-on. Kaana began to squirm, trying very hard not to release her Ki and fight the male off. She had just raised her fist to strike him away, when his fingers jammed into her pussy, then stopped.

"Mother FUCK!" he swore, retracting his hands and moved off her completely. Kaana stood herself up, backing away from him. "You BITCH, you\'re a VIRGIN!" he bellowed, face turning an angry red. "You couldn\'t\'ve TOLD ME you weren\'t BROKEN BEFORE I TRIED TO FUCK YOU? NOW I HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL MY SHIFT IS OVER TO GET ANY CUNT, I DON\'T HAVE TIME ON THIS BREAK TO FIND SOMEONE ELSE TO FUCK!" he slammed the back of his hand across Kaana\'s face, sending her reeling backwards several feet. He left his cock sticking out, staring at her almost as angry as he looked. "THAT\'S WHAT YOU GET, BITCH!"



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King Vegeta jerked his head upwards as he heard the faintest bellow from across the park. He only heard parts of it, but it was enough to piss him off, and understood exactly what had happened.

"...Told me...broken before...tried to fuck you?...Don\'t have time...find someone else.....what you get, bitch." King Vegeta sneered. He might not agree with his son\'s new laws, but they were still laws, and the soldiers were expected to obey. The king powered up, and flew at full speed towards the scene.



"NOW YOU GET TO SUCK ME OFF!!" he barked, snatching her head with both palms. He nearly gave Kaana whiplash as she was yanked closer, her face shoved into his cock.

"Mmmph!" she protested, trying to get away.

"SUCK IT, BIT--" he began, but then all was silent. A bright light had flashed before her closed eyes, and his hands whipped away from her head, sending her forwards. Luckily, she caught herself, and stood panting on all fours as she let her senses regain.



"Are you quite alright, miss?" Kaana jumped. She hadn\'t made enough sense of everything yet to realize someone had saved her.

"W-what?" she stammered, still not really moving.

"He really must have shaken you. You\'re still young, too, but still legal...Did he rape you?" the voice seemed to familiar. Kaana turned her head as she stood, and surprise overtook her face. The King?

"Highness!" she exclaimed, bowing straight away. "N-no sir, though he would have if you hadn\'t\'ve come."

"Be at ease." he replied, letting Kaana stand up again. "I\'m curious; what is a peasant woman like yourself doing near the palace?"

"I\'ve come to seek an audience with you, Majesty..." Kaana finally had gained enough sense through the fear of her plight to respond with sense.

"Well, I would say you\'re lucky; you\'ve gotten one through fluke and misfortune. I don\'t believe you would have been let into the palace as you are. What do you need, citizen?" the King spoke, walking back towards the palace, slowly, expecting her to follow, which she did. She had enough sense to know protocol around the Royals. Most peasants didn\'t. He was impressed.

"My father is ill, sire. Our doctors don\'t think it\'s curable, but I disagree. I was told that the better doctors cost quite a bit, and I am the only one left to care for him. I cannot afford to heal him, but I was also told that I can sign myself into servanthood of the crown in exchange for debts. I was hoping, sire, that you might let your doctors heal my father, and I could sign myself into servanthood in exchange."

King Vegeta\'s right brow peeked upwards a bit.

"You would offer yourself to us in exchange for a few thousand in doctor\'s bills?"

"For my father, yes. I take the duty of caring for him very seriously."



King Vegeta paused. She seemed like the quiet fearful type; just the kind of woman to get on the nerves of his son; bring out the worst of him. The minor expense of the medical bills would pale to the reward his son would gain.



"The, show me where your father lives; I will personally ensure he receives the best medical treatment in the Palace. I will make you a servant of my son; he is in need of a new servant. But first, I must get you to sign a contract in blood, stating your allegiance to the throne..." he spoke, putting his hand out for her to grasp.

"Of course." Kaana replied, taking the offered hand. Could this really be happening this easily? Could her father really be close to full health to enjoy the last few years of his life, could it honestly be this easy, she wondered, as he flew her off to the castle.



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Kaana frowned as the sharp blade dug into the flesh of her palm, her red blood coating the flesh quickly. King Vegeta placed the blade down, letting her step towards the contract. The Turle-made record pad on the table within the tactical room of the palace stared up at her. It was simple; her blood swore life service to the crown until dismissed or dead, and the rules were simple; Do as she was told, be loyal to the palace, to never wed, and to protect the crown if need arise. A lifetime of making beds, cooking, or whatever else the prince bid her do. Her only saving grace was the fact that she was still a virgin; but now she\'d never be married. She honestly had no interest in getting married; but she liked her options. If that was the only thing standing in her way of healing her father, it was a pittance of sacrifice. Taking a deep breath, Kaana presser her bloodied hand onto the cloth pad below the plastic and lights screen of the computerized document, and shut her eyes as the machine beeped, registering her very DNA. Forever she would be in the system, and forever would she hold the scar of a crown servant on her left hand.

"Speak your name, girl." the King told her, quietly.

"Kaana." Again, the machine beeped, and shut off. Her blood vanished within the cloth pad, almost magically.

"It is done; you\'re now a Servant of Prince Vegeta. Now, show me where your father is."

Kaana nodded, and headed to the exit.



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"Father, it\'s okay...You\'ll be better soon." Kaana reassured the man as the King\'s two assisting men carried him carefully out of the small hut.

"Come; gather what little you can carry, the dearest things, and come. He will be delivered to the best. Hurry." the King told her, walking to the door with his arms crossed.

"But sire; can\'t I go with--"

"SILENCE. You are a servant now; that man isn\'t your concern any longer. I will give you reports to his status as soon as I get them myself; that will be good enough for now. Come, there is much to do." Kaana\'s heart dropped, but she said nothing. The King might be a hard-hearted man to most people, but a liar he wasn\'t. She had to trust that her father would be okay; babysitting him wouldn\'t do a thing. Silently, she walked towards the King. He tilted his head at her. "Have you nothing to bring?"



He took her hand when she shook her head. She was quite destitute; most women had far too many things to bring. This one only had the clothing on her flesh. He didn\'t care much, anyway; his son wouldn\'t let her keep anything of hers anywhere near him. Off he flew, taking Kaana to her new home within the palace walls. Kaana enjoyed the view, but did not like this business of being carted about like some shabby fighter with no Ki, but no one could know of her abilities, unless it was life or death. She glanced about at the pretty flowers on the ground, the needle trees, the puffier trees, and everything she could glance at. It beat staring at the sky ahead of them, anyway. Before long, they had landed within the courtyard, beside a large door. The expanse of the massive building astounded her; it must have been the size of the entire peasant district, if not twice. They could house well over a thousand houses in the huge white stone building. She let a gasp of awe escape her lips.



"It is quite a thing to see up close." the King doted, leading Kaana along the maze-like halls of the palace. She was thoroughly lost already; she could see herself getting many whippings for being late to complete things. "You won\'t be going anywhere unless Vegeta tells you, and he will lead you at least once. After that, you\'re on your own to figure things out, so I would pay attention. For now, you must be measured. The servants and soldiers in this room will sort you out now; I must go inform my son you\'re here." King Vegeta pushed open a large door, which led to a surprisingly small room. It wasn\'t much larger than her home had been; in a palace like this, one expected each room to be large expanses. This room hadn\'t had much more than a desk, chair, table, bed, and what looked like a tool chest - very medical was the atmosphere. Kaana stroke in, glancing around as the King shut the door and left her alone.



"Hello.." a quiet female voice spoke, from behind her. A woman no more than 20 and about double her size in muscle had appeared from nowhere it seemed. Kaana wouldn\'t stand a chance fighting this woman without Ki, and she at least needed to ensure her father was fine before she killed anyone and got her own ass destroyed. "Kaana, was it?" she spoke, grasping the still bleeding hand of Kaana. The dripping had slowed, but hadn\'t quite stopped yet. The red headed nurse pressed some gauze onto the wound, and taped it in place. "Left hand mark, hmm? Lucky. I guess I have to take your measurements. Take off your dress."

"I don\'t understand. Why?"

"It\'s for your file, Kaana. If you commit a crime, and all we have is a body print on a bed, or breast prints on glass, we can look it up on file, and see if it matches. Then you\'ll be interrogated, and if you\'re guilty, dealt with. Of course, that\'s only if there\'s enough evidence, circumstantial or otherwise. Ironically, this has nothing to do with your job..." Kaana perked an eye, but didn\'t bother to ask what she meant. But, it made sense to keep as much information on file as possible. She began pulling off her dress, letting the other woman see her pale flesh, almost B cup breasts, and slightly too thin to be healthy frame. Most peasants looked anorexic; she got slightly luckier with food, as all her father could eat were pastes and broths.



"I\'m Tonnkua, most call me Tonni..." she was trying, sweetly, to ease Kaana\'s nervousness. No one had seen her naked, but surprisingly, she wasn\'t as nervous as she looked. Either that, or it must have been protocol to calm the women around here. Tonni picked up a scanner device, and began typing in information on the screen. A little blue lazer started dancing all over her flesh, taking notes here and there.

"Kaana. Just Kaana. Call me what you like..."

"Kaana, are you a Virgin?"

"Yes." Most women would be shy or horrified at being asked that question; but she wasn\'t.

"Good. You didn\'t lie. Now, I want you to lie at the next question, okay?"

"Sure." Kaana replied, standing casually, as if she were still wearing her dress. Something about another woman seeing her naked didn\'t bother her in the slightest.

"Have you ever performed a sexual act?"

"Yes." she lied, point blank.

"Thank you. Now, I want you to come and lie on the bed, letting your feet dangle off the end. I need to have a look at your sex, and take notes."

"Little odd, but alright. That in case I sit on something stark naked while committing this supposed crime?" Tonni grinned as Kaana laid herself on the bed, as told.

"Something like that. Now, open your legs." Kaana obeyed, now feeling a little awkward. This was growing a little obsessive for some simple physical specs notes. It wasn\'t too long before she heard the scanner beep, and finish itself off. "Thank you, Kaana. I will give you a robe to wear; the next part will be done in your quarters. The King told me you were to be for Vegeta, so I\'ll take you there, alright?" Tonni handed Kaana a black robe, and let the new servant along the corridors. Kaana tried her best to pay attention to which led where, but she was growing confused - and slightly worried as to why she wasn\'t given a clothing to wear.

"In here..." Tonni spoke, walking through a set of double doors. The guards on either side glanced her over, but said nothing. They probably recognized Tonni.



The room was large; it had little in it, though. Two huge beds, a separate bathroom the size of her house, a few pieces of furniture, and some rich-looking decorations such as a bookshelf, a vase, and other ornate decorations.



"Sit on this chair..." she mumbled to Kaana, pointing towards a strange looking complex steel chair. It had wires and tubes everywhere; gears, and many other definite marks of a Turle invention. Kaana obeyed, and let out a scream as the chair snatched her hands and feet. She couldn\'t move. Her forearms and thighs were grasped as well, and the chair yanked her into an upright position. Her legs were bent completely, her heels pressed in beside her hips with her legs held spread eagle. Her arms were held at either side of her body in a T shape, and a steel gag was placed over her lips. She would have demanded what was going on, but something told her that no one would hear her.



"Sorry, Kaana. This part can only be done by Vegeta or his Highness unless they order someone else to do it, because you\'re a virgin. It\'ll all be easier once they get this part of the exam done. For now, until they come, I have to test your endurance. The machine will do everything and I\'ll leave you alone once I turn it on, so you won\'t be embarrassed. I will see you around, I hope. Bye, Kaana." Tonni explained, then pressed a button near the door before she left. As the door shut, something cold pressed against her pussy. She flinched, but couldn\'t move any part of her body. It felt awkward as steel fingers pulled apart her lips. Kaana closed her eyes as something latched onto her clit. It was dawning on her then; what exactly had she signed her life up for? This wasn\'t a simple making beds servanthood, she realized, as the metal fingers began toying with her clit. The sensation was foreign, but wonderful. She didn\'t want to enjoy it, but her body had other ideas. As the probing machine worked her closer to moaning, she knew she wasn\'t just a regular servant.



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AN: I\'m getting a little irked that no one has bothered reviewing. I might go a few more chapters before giving up on this story, if no one tells me they\'re reading it or what they think. No point writing for no one.