-1Fulfillment

Okay, people. This is gonna be my first shot at an A/U fic. The setting: Vegeta-sei. I know, you're all thinking 'Wow. How unoriginal can you get?!' But bear with me. This may sound like another run of the mill fic that probably won't be finished, but rest assured that I plan to do some original things in here. And I will finish it. I've made it a point to never abandon any of my stories once I have them posted. Also, since this is my FIRST A/U, your reviews and encouragement will be both needed and appreciated. So, if you like it let me know. Now, without further ado, my story.

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Home. That one word that had so many meanings. On a more personal level, it was the place in which one resided with their family. On a more impersonal level it was simply where one resided. It could be their house, city, nation, even as broad as their planet. But, no matter how you considered it, you always had a place to call home. Or so it had seemed.

Now, for so many, the word home was naught but a pleasant dream, as they had been so forcefully pulled away from it, in every sense of the word. They had been torn from their loved ones, their houses, their cities. They had been taken from their own planet, everything they once knew as home was in ruins. And the cause of all this? The Saiyans.

They had arrived only a few days beforehand. They gave no warnings, issued no demands. They had just attacked, taking what they wanted, leveling entire cities, pressing all the planet's inhabitants into slavery with little opposition.

One of said inhabitants was a young, raven-haired woman. Her father had been a king, a great warrior feared by all who called him enemy, yet loved by all who called him friend. A great man, her father. Her dark eyes hardened at the memory. He was indeed a great man, and how did the Saiyans treat him? They didn't even allow him the opportunity to speak; they had simply vaporized him instantly. Everyone else in their small principality had been taken as slaves back to the Saiyans' home planet. Again little resistance.

Still, there had been some. The armies of Earth had tried to fight, and were successful a handful of times. But for every Saiyan they managed to kill, their commander would send in five more. And sadly, that was more than enough to get the job done.

Other stories abounded. One declared that one of the officers in charge of the invasion had been killed by some green-skinned creature that possessed incredible power. But then came reports that the creature had been over powered and killed. No one had even managed to get his name.

Then came the one time that victory had seemed inevitable. A report had come through that the commander of the invasion, a Saiyan named Nappa, had been killed, his head sliced clean off and his camp destroyed. The people had thought for sure that the Saiyans would leave now. But that's when their Prince had come to lead the invasion personally. Then things got REALLY bad.

Suffice it to say that the resistance didn't last long. The persons responsible for the commander's death had all been killed, a group of only four, who'd have thought, all save one. The Prince had handled that job himself, publicly declaring that the strongest of them be kept as a 'trophy', as a means of destroying any hope that they had managed to maintain. And for further humiliation, he'd paraded him around the detention camps in chains, his head slung low, and his eyes showing that he had been broken.

The girl's brow furrowed. That man had been the strangest looking human being, so much so that she'd thought him to be another alien: lack of a nose, abnormally short stature, and strange eyes. The whites of his eyes were… well, not white, but the same color as his skin. Very strange indeed. Her mind recalled the term that her new friend had used to describe him. 'Crack baby'. A crude term, but almost definitely accurate. And also ironic: the fate of the world lay in the hands of one who had no doubt time and again been scorned by the very society he was trying to save. Ironic, yes, and sad.

The girl looked out the window of her little cell area, hoping to get one last look at the planet she was leaving behind. Even from here she could see the scarring that the two-year invasion had left. Why they'd wanted it so bad she didn't know and frankly didn't care. It wouldn't be much use to them now.

She was snapped out of her thoughts by her new friend calling her name. "Hey, Chi-Chi, are you okay?"

Chi-Chi turned to look at the blue-haired girl that had so rapidly become her friend during their year long stay together in the detention camp. "In all honesty, Bulma, I don't think I'll ever be okay again. I don't think any of us will."

"I know. It's horrible, what they did. I just don't get it. Why did they want our home so badly?"

A scowl settled on Chi-Chi's face. "Knowing those monsters, they didn't want it. Maybe they didn't even really want us. It was probably just one big, sick game to them."

Bulma frowned. "You might be right. A lot of what they do doesn't seem to have any logical reason behind it." She waited a moment before finally admitting, "I'm scared."

Chi-Chi felt bad for her friend. She knew the cause for her worry; Bulma and her father were undoubtedly geniuses in every sense of the word, and in almost every field of science known to man. No doubt they'd be put to work in some kind of laboratory. But her mother, now that was a different story entirely. She was a nice lady, very sweet and very pretty. She didn't look anywhere near her age; in fact one might mistake her for Bulma's older sister. And that was the problem. Her fate would almost assuredly land her in someone's harem as another pretty plaything.

Chi-Chi had feared the same for her mother until that fear was laid to rest along with her disease-ridden corpse. They hadn't been allowed any medical treatment. As a direct result, many people died of infections and other diseases that could have so easily been cured.

Both girls jumped with fright as the door to their little cell opened and four male guards sauntered in. This made all the occupants nervous, especially considering that this was an all-female cell block. They all seemed to hold their breath which was released in a collective gasp at the revelation of why they had come. There, being drug behind them was that man, the resistance fighter that had been captured. They could only speculate as to why he had been brought here.

Finally, one of them spoke. "Here you go, scum." he said. "Welcome to your new home." As he prepared to release his chains, however, he was rewarded with a quick kick to the face. The other guards responded quickly, knocking him to the ground, berating him with kicks, punches and insults. One of them pulled a rather wicked-looking electric prod from his belt and jabbed the little man with it several times, delighting at the screams he gave each time.

As if that wasn't enough, they decided to add insult to injury as they proceeded to remove the bottom half of their uniforms and urinated on his battered form, an action that they seemed to find immensely funny. After their 'business' was taken care of, the same one from before spoke. "That wasn't very nice, freak. And after we gave you all these new playmates to amuse yourself with. I'm inclined to put you back in the hole you came from, but the Prince's orders are the Prince's orders. Enjoy yourself, little man." With that, the guards exited the cell, their laughter echoing off the walls.

Bulma and Chi-Chi just stared at the badly beaten little man in front of them. Finally, when he was sure they were gone, he pulled himself up with little effort and took note of his surroundings. "Wow," he muttered to himself. "This is a lot bigger than the place they had me before."

The girls looked at each other, the shock evident on their faces. The cell they were currently in was only big enough to hold about ten people, and it currently held twenty-one. If he thought this was spacious, they could only imagine what his last cell was like.

The man stood up and stretched as best he could in the tightly packed space, and sat down on an as yet occupied bed, which happened to belong to Bulma. She and Chi-Chi frowned and walked over to him. Getting a bed had been hard enough; there was no way Bulma was going to give hers up.

They sopped in front of the little man and Chi-Chi cleared her throat to get his attention. He jumped slightly and looked up at the two girls and began blushing uncontrollably, a small, nervous laugh escaping his lips. Chi-Chi stood, arms crossed in front of her chest and Bulma with her hands on her hips, tapping her foot impatiently. Finally, Bulma spoke. "What do you think you're doing?"

He seemed to stutter for a while before finding his voice. "Uh… I'm sitting."

"On MY bed."

"Really?" He stood up quickly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…"

Chi-Chi smiled a little. This guy seemed decent enough. At least he wasn't a jerk like some of the guys they'd run into on this ship. "What's your name?" she asked.

"Krillin."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Chi-Chi and this is Bulma."

Bulma managed a smile and a small "Hello."

The three stood there in a rather awkward silence for several hours, the girls noticing some of the other females in the cell looking at him out of curious interest. Bulma herself had to admit that she was curious about him, too. Curiosity had always been one of her prominent traits. Finally, she worked up the nerve to ask him. "So, why did they put you in here?"

Both girls noticed him blushing again as he started to squirm a little and mumbled under his breath.

Chi-Chi was starting to get a little irritated. "Just spit it out!"

Krillin took a deep breath before speaking. "Do you know why you're here?"

"No."

"Well," he continued, the blush creeping back into his cheeks, "all the girls that were placed in this cell were specially selected based on strength and… uh…beauty. The Prince decided that he wanted the next generation of slaves to be stronger than this one, so he kept you all separate for breeding." He shrunk down even lower as he noticed both girls scowling at him slightly. "Anyhow the Prince figured that if he selected males to breed you with that looks didn't matter. Since he figured you'd be desperate enough to get pregnant to help avoid being put to work. And that's kinda why I'm here, to make sure that the next generation is…" He trailed off there, his face turning beet red from a mixture of embarrassment and shame.

Bulma was the first to pick up on what he was saying. "I see. So they sent you in here to get us pregnant?"

Krillin just slowly nodded his head. "They said since I'm the strongest of my race that I'd produce superior offspring, so…"

Chi-Chi stood there shocked. They had sent this man down here to try to get them all pregnant? The nerve of those… ANIMALS! "And what about you?" she asked him. "What are you gonna do?"

Krillin hung his head again and sighed. "Nothing," he said. "I'm not gonna do anything. I refuse to do something like that." He looked up at the ceiling before continuing. "I always wanted a family, though. Someone to love me, you know? I couldn't possibly do something like that unless they did." He smiled at the girls. "Don't worry, you're safe with me."

Suddenly, the three were jerked right off their feet and landed in a heap on the floor. By the time they managed to stand up, three male guards appeared along with an officer. He turned to the other guards and pointed at Krillin. "Get that one back in his chains." He then turned and smirked at all the occupants of the cell. "I trust you all had fun?"

Chi-Chi made it a point to remember what this one looked like: he was fairly tall, with narrow, sinister black eyes. Perhaps most noticeably was the abnormally long hair he was growing; it grew the entire length of his back.

She looked over to see the guards put the last of the chains on Krillin. This time he hadn't even put up a fight, though she suspected it was because he didn't want to hurt the girls in the cell. She then turned her attention to Bulma; the other girl looked almost petrified. Chi-Chi reached over and squeezed her hand gently, trying to comfort her at least a little.

The Saiyan officer spoke again. "We've reached our final destination. All of you line up and prepare to exit the ship. Now! Anyone who even tries to cause trouble will be killed. Understand, scum?!"

He nodded his head and the women followed him out of their cell, the four guards dragging Krillin not more than three feet behind them. As they exited the ship, the first thing they noticed was the sky. The very sky of this planet seemed to radiate violence, as it was a pale shade of crimson. The air smelled of death, and everywhere they looked there seemed to be signs of death and destruction, from the ruins of buildings to the openly rotting carcasses of slaves being hauled off of the showroom floor. The officer noticed the horrified look on the faces of the women and let out a terrifying, insane laugh. "Welcome to Vegeta-sei, ladies!"

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Well, that's the first chapter. How was it? And before anyone even says that the whole situation with Krillin being sent to the women is a stretch, let me shoot that argument down right now. Often times in the African slave trade, they slave traders would pick out the slaves that they felt were strongest and would produce the strongest offspring and 'breed' them. Disgusting, I know, but then, so is slavery. Please let me know what you thought. Later!