LOST

* J’dee *

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* J’dee *
J'dee was given a guided and quick personal tour of Goku's living arrangements. There were four rooms, so it took a matter of pure seconds to be shown. There was a bedroom which also had a shower in the corner of it, but with no shower curtain. The kitchen and lounge were also one and in similar messy condition, and then the bathroom which was the only room that had a closable and non-transparent door. The only thing in the bathroom was a bath, washbasin and toilet.
It was a very humble place, nothing like she'd ever stayed in before. She noted there was only one bed, but she wasn't going to question him about that- it was obvious. The shower though, On closer inspection she noticed it was strangely familiar basis from glass showers, on first sight it didn't look like there was anything to stop the water from spraying everywhere. But when she got close she could see the glass clearly.
"Why a shower in the bedroom?" She questioned.
Goku shrugged. "As a saiiyan warrior we're called upon often, bath's take to long to fill, showers you can just jump in and it's quick, it's easy and it's simple. Not that I don't like baths, I do, but only after a battle where I can rest my joints afterwards."
J'dee nodded. "I haven't had a bath since I was fourteen."
She saw his odd look. "But that doesn't mean I'm not clean. I like clean, clean is good." She nodded her head as if that said everything and turned her head back to the shower to hide her flushed face from the very blonde moment she felt like she was having.
"I have showers though, instead of baths showers are regular, very regular." She turned round from the shower and found Goku sitting at a table.
"Okay I didn't see that there before."
He smiled. "Look at where it's stationed."
She nodded noting its position behind the door. She stood there awkwardly for a moment.
She hated comparing this to what she'd been used to, what she'd taken for granted. Large rooms, tidy lounge and kitchen, computers, stereo's, cars, a backyard even! This wane one of the above; then again she remembered the king or someone mentioning he was a third class. She grew up in an upper class society; she had the poor little rich girl syndrome, until it became the poor little poor girl. But being poor was nothing compared to this! This was slumming it in the lowest of the low, camping almost- how she hated camping.
"Behind the door." She nodded again.
"Very unexpected on where a table should be."
He looked at her. "Oracle."
"I thouyou you weren't goin cal call me oracle?" She questioned.
"J'dee I mean." He corrected himself slipping out from the table and up close to her.
She backed up and felt the cool glass of the shower up against her back and Goku hovering over her his arm up and hand against the glass. It was a very dominating position. It made her feel awkward.
She ducked under the arm and moved away. "Um speaking of unexpected, how about I clean this place up for you?"
"You’re a sex slave not a servant."
She nodded. "You have a servant oh wow. I had a nanny once; I don't remember her much though. She used to walk me home from school cause my parents- well they were always busy working. Is having a nanny the same as having a servant?"
"I make you nervous don't I?"
She shook her head and swung on her heels playing with the fabric of the skirt.
"Oh nonono not me, me... nah I never get nervous I'm completely above the un-nervous-ness-ness..."
They were interrd byd by a knock at the door. J'dee took the chance and ran out of the room.
"Oooh the DOOR I'll get it!!" She opened the door and stopped seeing the burly looking saiiyan at the door.
"Hello?" She remarked.
"Message for Kakarott." he remarked thrusting a letter in her hand and he turned round and walked off. J'dee shut the door.
She turned round and saw Goku leaning up against the doorframe.
"You could’ve run out. The door was wide open, why didn't you?" He asked me.
J'dee blinked.
"I could run but seriously how far would I get, you'd be on me in no time. I can run fast yes, but I can't run THAT fast." She walked up to him and handed him the envelope. He opened it and his eyes scanned over the note and he smirked.
"What is it?" J'dee tried to get a look, but all she was greeted with was a bunch of weird symbols on the piece of paper, she knew instantly it was written in a different language. Frowning she looked at Goku.
"There is a celebration coming up."
"Oh." J'dee remarked.
"You are accompanying me." He added.
"I am?!" She looked confused.
"The Kings orders this is for the rewarded saiyans."
"Rewarded?"
"The ones given slaves."
"Uhh... I don't have to wear this do I?" J'dee asked.
"Not that no, but something similar. It will help the other slaves know your rank." Goku replied.
"Oh... again."
"The King's personal slave also wears an outfit of rank."
"Outfit of rank." J'dee repeated. "So these are like the little badgelitalitary people get when they're promoted?"
Goku looked at her and she beamed a smile at him.
"You don't get promoted?"
"We stay with the class we are born into." He stated firmly.
"Oh I know that, I do to, Pssssh I’m in the upper high class position, can’t you tell by the accent? I liked being upper class, until that whole family fall out then becoming middle class. And now I’m this, if my friends saw me like this they’d scold me." She waved a hand at what she wore. t wht when you join an army don't you have like a cadet stage and then as you get older and have so much more years experience on to you move up a rank..." She looked at him. "Follow me?"
He nodded. "It's not for us third classes unless we become something special or do something that attracts attention. It was my sons that caught the attention. A super saiyan is fine but two hybrid sons who can go super saiyan. That’s noticeable."
"Super saiyan you said that on the ship was that when your hair went blonde?" She asked.
"Yes that’s when it changed colour. For an oracle you seem to ask a lot of questions, I thought your type knew everything, like the meaning to life and all." He grumbled at her sounding annoyed.
"Am I bothering you?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Because if I am, then why you just fork me off on to someone else. I’m obviously only here so I can see the future, answer questions about the meaning to life, help your king destroy other planets, and for sexual pleasure, all of the above except one I seem to of done already."
Goku smirked. "I’m guessing the meaning of life was offensive?"
"Of course it was offensive!!" She growled.
He chuckled. "Your angry now."
"Stop provoking me!!!" She shouted.
He just laughed. She grabbed the handle of the door and he looked at her. "Oh so now you want to run?" He joked.
She grinned at him. "Run? Who’s running? This is a little somethi do do all the time."
And he gasped as she yanked and door right off it’s hinges and through the large chunk of door at him he knocked it aside like it was nothing but looked at her again.
She was truly something, not as strong as a saiiyan but she was strong for a human. Like those warriors that called themselves the Z-senshi, tales of their battles against the saiiyans had stood out when they first attacked. They’d taken two of their women and he and his friend seemed to fthatthat offensive and gathered his friends together to get her back. This had been when they’d first gone to earth. The two women were remembered well. One of who became prince (now king) Vegeta’s concubine, the other, her switches from innocent to pure angry had ended up with Nappa, and she was never heard from again. Though her hair color changes were familiar.
"With training you might be a worthy opponent. Can you fight?" He asked.
She looked at him even more agitated than before.
"Fight? I killed one of your kind and you only go now ‘Can you fight?’" she stalked up to him and prodded him in the chest plate of his armor.
Goku smirked at her. This was the reaction he loved getting from his women. He knew to be weary of her in her ‘scastagstages where she was just like a child and easily entertained. But this was the best part, taking them when they fought against him.
Grabbing her roughly she seemed oblivious to him and he flung her in to a wall and she jumped out of tall all and good a good swift kick right in to the center of his armor.
He chuckled and grabbed her foot she leapt up and spun round her other foot connecting with the side of his neck, he was momentarily caught off guard and let her go. He watched her as she hand sprung backward and then dropped in to a fighting stance.
He grinned. This reminded him of when Chi-chi had first arrived he always loved the ones that could actually physically fight. He was fully aware that in her angered state or an emotional state she like a super saiiyan had the power to kill someone and for some reason that had become a risk he enjoyed.
Goku charged at her and jumped up flipping over her and he spun round and she dropped to the ground taking his feet out from under him. She then did a familiar bounce flip backwards that had some form of corkscrew twist in the middle. He watched her as she landed in the bedroom. Before she was able to even drop in to a follow up stance he phased out and behind her grabbing her roughly he pulled her back with him and on to the bed.
She stopped fighting him as soon as she felt the mattress underneath her and she gasped. She suddenly began to struggle again, he just grinned and then she saw it; his tail. She knew he didn’t want her to grab it, now was a time to hope and pray it was because it was a weak spot. She grabbed it and squeezed it tight. He froze suddenly. She slipped out from under him still holding his tail and then she let it go and ran as fast as she could. But despite the smallness of the place she found herself in the boom oom and cursed herself madly for having the world’s worst sense of direction. She turned round to leave and saw him, leaning up against the doorway glaring at her.
"That was a dirty trick. I expected more from you than that."
She swallowed hard. He looked more than mad- he looked pissed.
"Tonight’s going to be a long night for you."
He grabbed her roughly and she gasped as she felt the top torn from her followed by the skirt and she was pulled back to the bedroom and flung on the bed before she felt herself being chained up. She looked at him astonished that she didn’t see them there before, and surprised that he’d even contemplated having chains in the bedroom in the first place.
"You can’t be serious?" She gasped as she tugged at the chains round her wrists and she watched as he slapped them on to her ankles also.
He then slid over her and she caught his expression.
"Megami. You are."
She closed her eyes and she felt the pain of the forced entrance.
She clenched her teeth hard, and kept the level of her voice down hopefully to not give him the satisfaction of the pain he put her in.
There was no soothing words just an animalistic urge and she felt like she was going to be snapped in half with the pressure of the pain; a jackhammer, is what it felt like. Ramming, pounding her over and over again.
His moods matched her own, sometimes he could actually be likeable. She actually liked him, but this was rape, if he was human and they were on earth she could of reported him and had him locked away for life. But he was saiiyan and they were on his home planet. Her laws were not the same as his. As a foreigner she probably had no rites, she was like what she had studied in history, she still had the bad flashbacks of the textbook photos covering the early 1900’s Lynching.
"Open your eyes." His voice was actually very rough sounding.
She opened her eyes but avoided looking at him, instead she looked anywhere at him to give him the satisfaction of acknowledgement. She felt his lips touch her throat and then suddenly she felt the bite she gasped. Her eyes looked at him. Seeing the blood she felt nauseous, she felt the room spin and then her head started to throhe the throbbing almost went in rhythm with the jackhammer pounding in her nether regions.
"Look at me." He growled.
She gasped as he forcibly turned her face to his, and he kissed her ravaging her mouth with his. She felt the pounding in her head subside, suddenly; she could feel something odder than normal in her head. It was like mind wise she wasn’t alone, like she had two minds a form of schizophrenia.
‘You’re mine.’ She heard the other half remark.
She gasped as she felt a final plunge followed by the climatic release of Goku. A tremble ran through her as Goku moved back. She was breathing deeply and she felt his hands travel down her legs to her ankles. There was a motion in that action that was seductive on it’s on. She felt the chains unclip and then Goku slipped back over her undoing the chains from her wrists. She just lay there under him, she felt his lips kiss her neck moving upward to her ear then his voice so soft whispered in her ear.
"You’re mine."
Gasping in shock she looked at him. "What have you done to me?!"
 
 
 
 
* Nina *
Nina wasn’t sure how much time had passed in this room. She stared around at the two other women with her, there eyes dark and dull from the sedative. Their fear filled the room like a thick fog, so thick that it made her queasy.
She stared at the blank white wall of the room. Studying the contrasts of the walls to her light bronze skin, anything to keep her mind off the past few days…weeks…whatever. Everyday it was the same thing, go go through hours of horrid test, eat some more, get more test, and come back to this blank white wall prison.
It wouldn’t be so bad if she had better company, instead of two girls who do nothing but sob all day. It was their fear she hated; it fueled her own like gasoline dumped over a fire.
Today’s test had been the worst of all, injection after injection. Brain scans, blood work, tissue samples and any other nasty thing you could think of. She just wished she knew why they were doing it in the first place.
‘Then again why did they attack earth, why do they sedate and keep us from speaking, and why did they put me in these skanky outfits? Oh, well we know the answer to that question, they made it perfectly clear what they wanted.’
Nina looked down at the purple top that was a cross between a bikini and a halter-top. Followed with a matching silted skirt that would have made her blush just to see it on someone else.
That assholat wat was his name…Torin, said the color complemented me. I’d like to complement him some time, with a nice kick in the balls.
Then again she had already tried that once, and rewarded with a big purple bruise on the left side of her face to match.
Why me of all people? Oh don’t be selfish, there are a hundred other girls asking the same thing. Still what are these things? What did we ever do to their furry tailed asses. It’s bad enough that they killed my family and everybody else’s but they had to do it on my only day off! Talk about fuck’n considerate.
Her eyes began to well up with tears as a flood of emotion came crashing down on her like a wave. She scrubbed her tears away with her hand, chastising herself for crying again. ‘It won’t do you any good now, beside the last thing I want to give those fuckers is the pleasure of seeing it.’
She grabbed two of her four long braids and tied them in a knot, undid them and tied them in a different one. Anything to keep her mind on something trivial. She flung them around and watched the light shine off the platinum blue dye in her hair.
The hiss of the door tore her from her frivolous amusement and she looked up to see her favorite alien. He stared at her with that ever-present smirk on his face, and she couldn’t help the shiver that ran up her spine. She hated the way Torin looked at her, as if he was about to pounce and devourer her right on the spot. The other four huddled on the floor in fear Nin Nina almost gagged at the onslaught of their emotions.
"You." He said pointing at Nina. "Come with me."