And Loyalty for All
Chapter One – Out of the Army and into Slavery
Kendra ran through the corridor, sweating like a pig already. This wasn't a drill; their planet was under attack by some kind of aliens. She got to the radar outpost and looked at the control panel. The northern rocket turrets suffered the heaviest losses, so she got into her car and drove through the underground tunnels to get her fellow soldiers some backup. Halfway the tunnels she screeched to a halt when she saw the walls crumbling down.
"Shit!" She got out of the car and climbed the pile of rocks in front of her. She was nearly there. It didn't take her long to get the picture inside the rocket turret; the controllers fled like a bunch of cowards as soon as the first pilot was hit. His dead body was lying on the ground in front of his seat.
"Damn you," she whispered. She moved him aside and got into his chair.
"Let's kick some alien ass!" The screen she was looking at had broken glass all over it and she cleared it. She took the controls and started shooting at whatever alien spaceships were attacking her. She was one of the best pilots around; the only reason she didn't get here earlier was that she had just returned from a mission and was in the middle of her debriefing when the aliens engaged.
"You bunch of fuckfaces," she cursed while clearing the horizon one ship at a time. "Mess with my planet and you mess with ME!". Spaceships from her own planet were retreating over her head, she had to be careful not to get carried away and hit them as well. She saw how one of the bigger ships was being pursued by an alien ship.
"Oh no you won't," she shouted and fired. The alien ship exploded and she felt the ground shake when it hit the ground.
"They're getting too close," she thought. "How the hell can there be so many of them? We're not at war with anyone right now."
A new sequence of hostile ships appeared and she shot them down. One of the ships had the chance to shoot though; the turret got hit and lost one of the two barrels on top.
"Goddamn you!" She had to shoot with the left barrel now her power was down by fifty percent. Then things started to happen in slow motion: a ship came flying towards her and she recognized it immediately. It was Marshall's, he was the son of the General and he was in deep shit. Two alien ships were in hot pursuit and he obviously couldn't shake them off. At the same time she saw one of the aliens, who got out of his exploding ship in time to survive, fly towards her turret in rage. He fired a huge energy blast at her and in a reflex movement she wanted to turn on the energy shield to protect herself.
"No," she thought. "Once I turn that thing on I can't shoot anymore and I must save Marshall's ass. We can't afford to lose him."
She directed the left barrel to the two alien spaceships and fired twice. Both ships exploded the moment the turret was hit by the energy blast. She was literally blown away and lost consciousness before she hit the ground.
She woke up in the dark. She couldn't see anything, but it was cold and her body was pretty frozen. She sat up and checked her body for injuries. She found a bandage around her left wrist, but beside some bruises she seemed to be okay. Then she heard a door open and she covered her eyes from the bright light.
"Finally awake, I see. So you're the one who cost us hundreds of ships and pilots."
She got up and looked at the man who walked in. He was a little taller than she was and had long, black hair that was standing up in a spiky haircut. His dark eyes pierced into hers with a cold glare.
"Who the hell are you?" she asked him.
"I'm the one who shot you… You little bitch! Have you any idea what you have done?"
"Who attacked our planet?" she asked in a demanding tone.
"That would be Frieza."
"Frieza? No way, he'd never… We have a treaty with him!"
"As if he cares! Your planet is history, you little runt. He blew it up."
She almost collapsed and fell to one knee.
"Sapphirion… gone?"
"Serves you right," he said aggressively and walked over to her. He grabbed her by the throat and pushed her against the cold, stone wall of her cell.
"You killed my mate! You deserve to die very slowly and painfully."
She didn't even look at him when she groaned: "Go right ahead. You'd be doing me a favour."
He let go of her and she fell to the floor coughing. He looked down on her and said: "No. I have a better purpose for you. Since you've killed my mate, you will keep me company from now on."
"In your dreams!" she shouted, trying to get up. He put his knee into her back and pushed her to the ground. She tried to look over her shoulder but didn't succeed.
"What the hell are you doing?" She felt a short and intense pain between her shoulder blades, as if he shot her with something.
"That's your slave collar. It's a small device that will explode whenever you try to escape." He let go of her and she got up.
"Now follow me."
He led her out of her cell and through several corridors. He opened a door and pushed her into the room.
"These are my quarters. I expect the place to be clean when I return." He shut the door and she heard him lock it.
"You SON OF A BITCH!" she yelled and pounded on the door. "Let me out of here!" Then she stopped, realising no one would bother to listen.
"A slave… Damn." She looked around and was shocked to see the coldness of this place.
"Not what I call a cosy place to live…" It was a large place though; two large bedrooms with kingsize beds, a very well equipped bathroom, a swimming pool, a kitchen… She opened another door and saw a small bed, cleaning gear and a closet.
"Guess this is my place." She opened the closet and saw some overalls. "How trendy! Does he really think I'm going to wear that stuff?"
She left the room and took a closer look at the door.
"A time lock, huh? Great." She decided not to clean the place. She didn't feel like it at all, and what could he do if she didn't: kill her? She couldn't care less. She'd rather die than stay here for the rest of her life. She sat down on the bed and slowly dozed off.
She woke up because of the pain. It felt like she was falling apart! She opened her eyes and saw him standing there while she was crawling on the ground, shaking with fear.
"So you didn't clean it, huh? This is the first and last time I warn you: you will obey me or else I will leave the device this way twenty four hours a day."
"Stop it…" she groaned. "PLEASE…" He turned the switch on the remote control and she fell down, trying to catch her breath.
"You worthless piece of shit. You'll clean the place tomorrow. Now get your sorry ass into the kitchen and make dinner."
She obeyed him as fast as she could. Her back ached like someone drilled a hole in it. How the hell did he do that? It wasn't just pain she felt during the attack, it was an overwhelming fear as well. She completely lost the ability to think, all she felt was intense pain and fear. Still dizzy she prepared his dinner.
"At least you can cook," he said sarcastically. "My last slave was a lousy cook."
"What… happened to her?"
"What do you think?"
"You killed her because she was a lousy cook?"
"No. I transferred her to Frieza's personal harem."
She looked at him in shock.
"Stop looking at me that way." She averted her eyes and stared at the ground. He laughed. "Don't be so fucking afraid. I would never send you to Frieza, so stop worrying. If you obey me everything will be okay."
She looked at his face and it almost seemed as if he tried to be friendly.
"I never answered your question, did I? I'm Prince Vegeta, ruler of the Saiyans."
"Prince Vegeta…" She heard that name a lot when the Sapphirians were negotiating with Frieza, but she never actually met him. She heard many stories about him, and they weren't very pretty. She shivered.
"My name is Kendra," she responded. He laughed again.
"Wrong. You're a slave now, you have no right to have a name. Great Galaxy, how come you're so ignorant?"
"I'm not ignorant," she mumbled angrily. He rose from his chair and looked at her with the same cold glare as earlier that day. He stared her down and said in a soft, threatening voice: "You'll be whatever I want you to be, slave. From now on you'll be my housecleaner, masseuse, cook, but above all you'll be my servant. Got it?"
"Yes," she sighed. He hit her so fast that she only realised what he did when she hit the floor.
"AND you'll address me as Sire or Your Highness." He shook his head. "You have a thick skull, haven't you? Go do the dishes. I'll call for you when I need you."
She got up slowly and touched her nostrils. Blood. I have to be careful with him, she realised. Damn, how fast he had hit her! She never even saw him move! She went to the kitchen once more and got to work like a good slave. But inside her mind she tried to figure a way out of here…
"Slave!"
She ran out of her room and walked towards the sound of his voice. He was sitting on the sofa, his eyes were closed.
"Fill the bath and call me when it's ready."
"Yes, Sire." She went into the bathroom and prepared a hot bath. After that she went to get Vegeta.
"It's ready, Sire."
"Good." He walked to the bathroom and she followed him.
"Help me with this," he said as he begun to take of his armour. She gave him a hand and almost collapsed.
"Damn, that thing is heavy!"
"Of course it is," he said impatiently. "Now take off the rest as well."
She tried not to blush as she proceeded to strip him, but forgot all about her shame when she saw his tail. She didn't say anything about it though, just stared at it for a while. Vegeta got into the tub.
"Perfect!" he said surprised. "Seems I have underestimated you."
"I figured you'd like it hot, Sire."
He looked at her but didn't reply. He closed his eyes and commanded: "Wash me, slave."
She couldn't help blushing now and was glad his eyes were shut. She rolled up her sleeves and got to it. He sat up when she was done.
"Rub my shoulders."
She put her hands on his shoulders and started to rub them slowly.
"Geez! What have you done today? They're hard as steel!"
"Don't speak unless you are spoken to, slave. For your information, I've been training. It's normal that they feel this way, it'll wear off in a couple of minutes."
She continued and found out that he was right; his muscles were literally softening under her caring hands. She couldn't help admiring his body, he was in top shape. She cut herself off at the moment she realised she found him attractive. Damn me, he's the bastard that took away my freedom and dignity! I should hate him for what he did. Without knowing it, she squeezed harder than she meant to and her hand slipped. Her nails scratched him and blood started to come up from the cuts.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," she said.
"Didn't you?" He turned around and grabbed her wrists. "You must be trying to figure out how to escape, all slaves do when they're new at the job."
She looked him in the eye and said: "You're right, Sire. I DO want to escape. But I realise all too well that hurting you is not my ticket out of here."
He turned his back to her and said: "Continue."
She massaged him for over half an hour and her arms were aching when he told her to stop. She got him a towel and rubbed him dry. He put on a bath robe and just stood there, staring at her.
"Take off you clothes," he suddenly said. She backed away, looking frightened. He took out the remote and showed it to her. She shook her head. "No. No, please don't."
"Relax. I asked you to take off your clothes, not to do a striptease and give me a blowjob. Just take them off."
"Why?" she asked bluntly.
"Because I'm telling you to," he said, getting angry. "Or do you want me to take them off for you?"
She turned her back to him and slowly started to take off her clothes.
"All of them," he said when she stopped halfway. A tear was running down her face when she stood there naked.
"Turn around." She turned around, trying to cover herself up with her hands and arms.
"Put your arms down." She put them down and looked at him furiously.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"What am I doing to you?"
"You're humiliating me!"
"I am not. I just wanted to see what you really look like."
"You're going to rape me, aren't you?"
"Why would I?"
"Because you're a mean bastard, that's why!" she yelled. She was crying now.
He smiled. "Stop crying and put your clothes back on. Wake me at six tomorrow morning."
She grabbed her clothes and ran out of the bathroom. She got into her bed and covered herself with the blanket, still crying. She couldn't fall asleep, she was too afraid he would come to her to force her into things she didn't want to do.