"Princess Bura, we have captured all nine leaders of Earth's Rebellion Force, your father asks of you to join him in the main hall,"
Her thin, painted lips curled into a smile. The Princess would always remember the day, the day she heard of Zukin's fall. One of her guards told her the news. The Boy killed him, stole his maps, food and then assassinated four of his comrades. He caused so many plans to fail and set back their progress. To the Earthlings he was a true hero, saving them from enslavement and death. To the Saiyajin he was a pest whom needed to be either eliminated or captured as soon as possible. Fourteen times they tried to get him, thirteen times they failed. The predecessors of the succeeded ended up either death or got back to their bases with horrible wounds and bruises.
Bura stroked her chin with the silky, light blue gloves she wore over her dainty hands. It was an interesting war, the Saiyajin Empire was only expanding. The first war, also called the Giants war, was versus the Tsufurujin. The brutal Oozaru crushed most of their people, only a handful survived, two of them being her grandparents. The Tsufurujin weren't weak per se, but a very advanced race in the technology field. But their technology was useless against their enemy. The Saiyajin had to make less effort to murder them, and this one planet where the native inhabitants were supposedly as weak as stone, gave them so much trouble.
The Princess slowly pushed a lock of lavender hair behind her ear as she followed the messenger to the main hall. Finally, she was going to meet the Group she heard of in the many tales her servants told her. Stories, true or not, that the rebels would come to Planet Vegita to murder the Royal Family were rumoured by maids and guards around the palace. He and his comrades became legends, known as The Nine Dragonflies. Only a crescent ago, he rose and managed to fight off Saiyajin on his planet. But another human knew of his whereabouts and betrayed him in order to protect his family from certain death.
Pan, another élite warrior, also Bura's personal guard, kidnapped his wife, The Seventh Dragonfly, to lure him in. She succeeded and shortly after her victory, brought them back to Planet Vegita to let the King decide what their fate was. The main hall was filled with guards and slaves, many of them bowed to the Princess' arrival. Her mother kept a chair open for her daughter, the Queen smiled. Her gaze wandered to her father, his perpetual frown seemed deeper today. The King was always stoic, so she didn't expect him to greet her, let alone smile at her. But her brother, at the other hand, was displeased. His teeth bared for another reason.
"What took you so long?" The Prince demanded, the younger hybrid ignored him, taking her seat at the right hand of her mother. She turned her attention to the scene in front of her. Before them stood an infamous slave trader, The Wing of the West. One of the most brutal Saiyajins to ever walk the planet, Cumaber. She was a true barbarian, she didn't fight for pleasure like normal Saiyajin would. No, she had sicker reasons, she killed for the feel of warm blood on her hands and the screams of misery her victims let out in their last hours. The woman was very weak by Saiyajin standards, she only hunted the slowest, weakest and the youngest down. Honorless, the strongest she let her crew capture to be enslaved, auctioned off and sometimes killed. She would sell her own son for a good profit, she often said so. Princess scrunched up her nose at the woman, a filthy brute her father had the displeasure to work with.
But the slaves she brought were of such good quality.
"My King, my Queen, the Nine Dragonflies!" Cumaber exclaimed proudly as she bowed, three of her crew members walked into the hall, pulling a row of chained women and men with them, they could hardly stand. They were all bruised, beaten and bloody, some seemed to be in a better state than others. The Royal family eyed them, how could these puny humans stand them in the way? Buruma raised an arched eyebrow. Her personal guard, Gohan, too wondered how in the name of Hasai these people stood up to their army.
They were brought to their knees, their heads hung. One of them stood out, while the others were looking down, he looked up. In his dark eyes, danced flames of anger. There were several big scars on his muscular chest, some looked like blade cuts and others looked like Ki burns. The rebellion emblem was burnt into his shoulder, leaving a discolored wound on his dark skin. This was their leader, the boy she heard so many stories about, it just had to be. The blonde woman next to him held his hand, squeezing them softly. She soothed him with words, words Bura didn't understand but recognized as a mondial language on the blue planet: English. She only knew a few words, a handful at the most. While her father and Cumaber were discussing the sum and use for them, Bura kept her eyes on the couple.
"I love you," she heard them say. She knew what it meant, to love. She saw this kind of affection rarely among Saiyajin, only with races that had a different kind of mating system called marriage. She knew of the ritual, where a woman and man clarify their love with jewelery of some sort and a man who represented their religion to bond them. And if they didn't love each other anymore, they took off their jewels and went their separate ways. She didn't understand it, if someone belongs to you, why not mark them?
Some races found it weird that Saiyajin never did these things, the beastly ways of declaring 'love' were just too strange. But they were quite simple. A man left his mark on a womans body, whether it is a scratch or a bite that draws blood or not, he left his mark. A woman did the same, with marking they left their scents behind on their counterparts so they could smell one another and sense each other's life forces without scouters, within a certain mile radius of course. It also made the whole process of mating more intense. A mark had to be 'renewed' over a period of time, or else it would fade thereby making the process undone and so losing these abilities.
Nothing more, nothing less.
On the far right, two girls were pressed together as they kneeled, a woman with red, fluffy hair was sobbing. Bura figured she was afraid, her purple eyes welled up with tears, next to her another blonde sat, comforting her. They looked about two moons older than Bura herself, about Gohan's age. The dirty blonde hair was cut boyishly short and a purple line rested under her left eye. Her gaze went back to the boy, she wanted to see him fully.
"Keep the women here, for my son. Those men, I couldn't care less, give them to our army for training. Think of something!" Vegita barked, this was taking too long. Buruma let out a sigh, the King was always agitated for no reason. But since the rebels gave his army so much trouble, he would be angry.
"Wait father, not yet." spoke the Princess.
"Let him stand, I wish to see him," she said, pointing at the boy on the far left. He looked surprised as Cumaber undid his chains and lifted him up. The Princess' lips curved into a smirk. He had, like her brother liked to describe it, a body made for sin. He looked strong enough to cope with Bura's habits of clawing and biting during mating. She twisted her fingers, Cumaber turned him around. She looked at his back, another large blade cut and a trail of dried up blood resided.
"Show me his face," The Saiyajin did so, holding him up by his hair. He snarled in pain, the harsh treatment caused his head wound to reopen, the blood soon coated his cheek. The Princess decided she had seen enough him, pleased, she lowered her hand. Cumaber dropped him, he fell on his face. The girl who sat next to him flipped back her oily hair and rushed to his aid, only to fall herself. One of the brute's crew members stepped on her foot chains and pulled her back. He flashed her a toothy grin when she turned around to face him. By her arm, he pulled her harshly back in line.
"I've decided father, I want that boy. Gohan, take him to my quarters and let one of my servants repair his clothes,"
Marron's eyes widened, she couldn't understand the Pig-Latin like language the Sayajin spoke, but she knew it couldn't be good. A rather large, armored man lifted the unconscious boy up. Uubu couldn't struggle or fight, which made her heart ache worse. She looked at her comrades. Yamucha and Tien, her masters, and her father Kuririn were carried away, back to the ship. She watched her mother, her bottom lip quivered. Marron thought of her mother as a fearless woman, brave and strong. But the moment the short, bald man was gone, hot tears left her eyes.
Earth's Special Forces, The Nine Dragonflies. Broken.
Marron fought back to scream, she bit her lip. For the fourth time in one week, her husband was taken away from her. And this time it was sure she wouldn't see him again.
Before I wrote this story, I thought of something funny. How did Saiyajin measure time? Does their planet revolve around their sun too? Does it turn around its own axis like Earth does?
A good friend of mine, whom had this idea for some time now, came up with a funny solution. The Saiyajin measure time with a moon calendar of some sort. I spent fifteen minutes thinking about it.
Get this,
Time measurements on Planet Vegita are different in this fashion, we say years, they say moons. A full moon represents eight years, a quarter moon is four years, a crescent is two years and a young moon is one year.
Now for the math!
So if someone is twenty-four, he or she is three moons. If someone is twelve, you say they are three-quarters. Get it? Good, because that was the hard part. For numbers that can not be devided by eight, four or two, you do this. Say someone is seventeen, you say seventeen young moons. The rest is the same, months are months, weeks are weeks.
Also, I am getting so tired of the whole telepathy and mindlink bullshit in fictions about bonding. It's annoying. This is my take on bonding goes. Because some people's logic is just weird, how can Vegita have multiple partners when he's young without bonding forever. If this is your logic, Vegita had to be a virgin when he met Buruma.
But that seems unlikely.