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Saiyan princess Kinomi
Part 1 of 3
Chapter 1
Within the palace walls Prince Vegeta and a young girl are completely unaware of the growing problems as they playfully fight together. The girl is younger and weaker than Vegeta, but the Crowned Prince of the Saiyans allows her to win a few times for she is very stubborn and if the girl always lost then she would never want to play.
The two continued their sparring match under the watchful eyes of the Queen. Vegeta is a ruthless spirit, true to his lineage, but he shows a sincere level of kindness when it comes to his sister. This fact pleases the Queen, for the reason she and the King decided to have more children was to give Prince Vegeta a playmate, a constant sparring partner, and lifetime comrade.
As the two sparred the king emerged from the shadows of the hall.
"Kinomi, come here."
"Yes Father"
Vegeta follows and stares up at his dad with his usual stubborn look
"Father, we weren't done playing yet."
"Go play with Nappa." The king responds, unconcerned.
Vegeta shrugs and runs off to find another form of amusement… something other than playing with Nappa for the very idea struck Vegeta a ludicrous.
"Come with me Kinomi."
The King says, looking at her with evident pain in his eyes.
As they entered the throne room the two were met by the sight of Freeza perched upon the King's throne
Kinomi was met with great shock as she watched her father humble himself by going down on one knee. All her life she has seen her father bowed down to, never before has she seen him bow down to anyone, ever.
"Vegeta, this is not your son." Freeza said, no surprise in his voice.
"I know, I brought you my daughter, Kinomi. She is beautiful and she is strong, and… will make a fine servant or slave." He responded, sounding both distraught and hopeful.
Zarbon sneered "We don't have to listen to this kind of rubbish." He whispered to Freeza
"Don't be so hasty in your decisions." not taking his eyes off Kinomi, Freeza has several slaves but none of them royalty. "Very well, I accept your offer, but if I find displeasure I will return for your son. Come with me slave." Freeza stood, ready to leave.
As the King got back on his feet Kinomi clung to his side.
"Go with Lord Freeza."
"No father" desperation in her voice
"Go with Freeza" he demanded again "Promise me you will behave and not act out against Lord Freeza. Do as he commands."
"Father!"
He turned, avoiding her pleading gaze, to loose her is painful but to loose the Prince would be even more so.
"Come slave girl!" Freeza snapped.
Kinomi looked to her father and softly said "I promise."
The Saiyan Princess then obediently followed Freeza out of respect for her father… and out fear of Freeza, the only person she has ever seen her proud strong father submit to.
Kinomi was seated in the cargo hold of Freeza's ship, it was nearly pitch black and the space equivalent of rats roamed the area, if this were any indication of how her life would be from now on…things were not looking good. Kinomi knew that the servants in the palace were not allowed to have nice things and thus she took off and hid her necklace in her shirt under the simple armor she was wearing, direfully hoping it would not be found, that at least this one important piece of her life would not be taken from her.
Upon their arrival to Freeza's home planet Zarbon commanded her to follow, she reluctantly obeyed, glaring at him with hate. Zarbon lead her down a dark narrow hall in the back of the complex. He then opened one of the doors pointing to a plain black long-sleeved dress hanging on the wall inside
"That is what you will wear from now on. This is where you will live." He grumbled, unhappy to be appointed to the lowly task of escorting a new slave. He left the room in a huff, the door zipping shut behind him.
Kinomi stood alone and quiet. To her, the room appeared to be more like a prison cell than a place to live. As her eyes adjusted to the small, dank, dark, windowless room she found there were three beds, two of which look occupied. As she sat on the vacant bed the door suddenly opened, two girls much older than herself entered the room.
"I see lord Freeza got himself another slave girl."
"Yeah, a quite young one this time."
"Well little one prepare for a rough time, it an't easy being a slave."
The two girls went straight to their beds, the first one plopped down
"Oh I hate the way the guards harass me every time I go to gather the laundry." She groaned quietly, obviously worn out.
Both have dust and dirt smeared on their faces, the one girl bore bruises on her arm.
"Well good night new roomie." The girl said turning out the light.
Kinomi laid down pulling the musty covers close to her face.
Yesterday she was a princess, today she is a slave, homesickness overwhelmed her as a tear ran down her cheek.
After that first night she swore she would never cry again.
"I don't care what anyone says, I'm still a princess and one day I will get out of this living hell."
Freeza liked to make life hard for everyone involved, even his right hand soldiers were not always spared from his toying and often wrathy nature. Slaves being at the bottom of the pecking order were always exposed to the blunt force of Freeza, including becoming a mere scorch mark on the floor when Freeza was in the mood to kill out of anger, or just for the mere pleasure of seeing a life ended.
The days of work were long and hard, the food lousy, the harassment from the soldiers and paid staff relentless. Furthermore, fighting, and even training to fight, was strictly forbidden, so when Kinomi found herself at the receiving end of beatings, she was unable to do a thing about it aside from suppress her Saiyan instinct to return the blows.
At the end of the day the slaves were given only six hours to themselves, this time is to be spent sleeping, but each night Kinomi secretly trained herself to fight for at least an hour.
72 slaves in all, and she's the only Saiyan. Often times the other slaves would ask just how does a Saiyan princess become a common slave, every time she wanted to punch them in the face, sometimes she did.
The only people who she could even barely call her friends were her roommates, they were always tired and stressed but every time they were together each girl would put a grin on their face and act as though every thing were okay. The little charade did not fool anyone but it did make them feel better.
Kinomi quite frequently was appointed tasks that were far more difficult than was what given to the other slaves. These tasks were supposed to be a form of punishment from Freeza to make her life more difficult, but the former princess readily accepted and rather preferred the more physically challenging chores. Being forbidden to train or fight she looked at the hard jobs as an opportunity to strengthen her skills.
Upon the night of Kinomi's enslavement a great hate for Freeza began to boil inside her. There were only two things that kept her spirit burning bright in this life of darkness, the first being the thought of one day getting revenge on Freeza, the other was being reunited with her brother.
Every time Kinomi was within sight of Freeza she wanted nothing more than to kick him, but she knew it would be suicidal… and if it weren't for her longing to be reunited with Vegeta, Kinomi would have just kicked Freeza and welcomed the consequences as it would free her from this disgraceful existence.
Several months past, Kinomi grew accustomed to her dismal life, putting on the perfect mask of an obedient slave each day as she left the room, but by night when away from prying eyes she let her Saiyan pride shine through.
On this night the slave quarters were quiet, all of them should be asleep but Kinomi was not at rest. She sat up in her bed, her mind too filled with thought to sleep… today was Vegeta's birthday.
"I wonder how he's doing... he would have had a big ceremony and a banquet with all the foods of his choice and all kinds of gifts… Oh, and what did I get! Chores, kicked down a hallway, and the same lousy food I've been eating every day since I came here! This is all Freeza's fault, the bastard." The Saiyan thought as she untied the string that kept her necklace strapped around her waist, she wore it here for it would stay perfectly concealed under her clothes vs. around her neck. Kinomi touched the glistening red jewel in the middle, reminiscing on the day when Vegeta gave it to her… it was a gift for her birthday, he snuck up from behind her as she played on the floor, Kinomi could clearly remember looking up to see the surprise gift dangling above her face…
"Happy birthday brother." she whispered, curling up into a tight ball clutching the necklace.
The next day dawned unhappy, Freeza was in a foul mood, this made Kinomi nervous, for Freeza is the only one she has ever seen her father bow down to.
Freeza is even more hasty and violent when annoyed, and Kinomi has seen what happens when a slave girl upsets him, it's the last mistake you ever make.
Kinomi managed to get through the day without losing her head, but the next day she wasn't so lucky.
After preparing the soldiers breakfast alongside the other girls she went to the slave master in her boarding wing to find out what the day's tasks would be, she was disappointed to hear nothing physically challenging, but today her task will be challenging in its own right.
Today she cleans the thrown room…and Freeza is still annoyed.
Kinomi entered the room with a scrub brush and bucket, she knelt down and began to clean the floor. To her surprise King Cold was there, this is only the second time she has seen him. Cold and his son were talking, Kinomi tried to listen in, the one good thing she found about being a slave was she could ease drop without anyone taking notice.
She became a bit frustrated for they were speaking too softly for her to catch just what was going on, but then suddenly a name reached her loud and clear startling the former princess. She had heard Freeza say "Prince Vegeta" Kinomi jumped at the sound of his name and the bucket tipped over splashing water across the room, it hit Freeza's feet.
Freeza turned around and stared at her, his tail twitching in annoyance. Kinomi's heart leaped into her throat
"Irritating little monkey"
A small ball of crackling red energy formed at his fingertip but then King Cold interrupted
"Oh don't do that my son, it would be a shame to waste such youthful beauty."
Freeza looked up at his father, the ball of energy flickered and died, Kinomi's heart sunk back to its proper place.
"May I have the privilege take her off your hands?" King Cold continued
"Sure father, do what you like with her, I have to pay King Vegeta a visit."
With that Freeza left the room. Kinomi got up off the floor
"Will you please come with me young lady."
He commanded before she managed to exit. She did as she was told. As the pair walked down the royal wing she looked up at him suspiciously, he ether didn't notice her gaze or chose to ignore it. He opened a door
"Make yourself at home, it is nearly lunch so feel free to help yourself to anything you'd like. Oh one more thing I would like this place straightened up before I return."
He shut the door, Kinomi could not believe her ears
"Make yourself at home, help yourself, is he serious!"
She has never known Freeza to joke around with the slaves so she figured he was just as serious. She walked over to the fridge and almost began to drool at the site of such delicacies, many of which she has prepared herself but was never allowed to eat. She tidied up the room and then seated herself in a cozy looking chair with a snack. King Cold returned within about an hour
"Sorry for the delay, I had to talk some sense into my son, though I doubt my words have made much of a difference." He looked back at he door, his voice sounded a little exasperated. King Cold turned back to her. "I have found a suitable room for you, if you care to follow me I will show you to it now."
They walked about five doors down the hall
"This is were you will stay for the last three remaining days of my visit, I will be off now. Oh yes, seeing as how it is quite late you may retire early, enjoy your extra time.
Kinomi opened the door the room was not much larger than the one she shared with her roommates but it was certainly far more luxurious. And she did enjoy her time... fight training.
Three days after she became King Cold's slave she was finally getting off of Freeza's planet. Kinomi achieved her goal of escaping her living hell, though she achieved it in an unexpected way. As Kinomi followed King Cold to his ship a thought crossed her mind, which puzzled her. The girl thought to herself "Why does Master Cold want me to stay by his side all the time, Freeza didn't even want to look at me. And why is he so nice to me? Why would he be so kind to a 'slave girl' like me?"
The ship was identical to Freeza's, when Kinomi boarded she began to head towards the cargo hold.
"The thrown room is this way, Kinomi."
She followed him, something she found herself doing an awful lot since she became his slave. King Cold took a seat, Kinomi walked up to the dome window and placed her hand on the glass and watched as they left the planet's orbit.
"The planet is so much prettier once you get off the surface."
King Cold's strong voice replied "How true."
Kinomi was a bit surprised, she hadn't even realized she had thought that out loud… usually a slave was punished for speaking when not asked to speak, and yet he replied as if her response was from that of a comrade. Feeling the ice broken she blurted out the question that had been taunting her.
"Why are you so nice to me?"
"You have talent."
"What do you mean by 'talent'?" she said coldly
"Your fighting skills of course."
Kinomi became flustered "What? How'd you find out?"
"The surveillance video."
Kinomi's blood ran cold for a second, she never knew there were cameras in the room. King Cold continued.
"I was visiting my son when one of the soldiers informed him that the 'Saiyan slave' was apparently strengthening her fighting skills in her quarters at night. Freeza didn't seam to care but I was intrigued, I have never known a slave to even exhibit the urge to fight let alone train in secrecy, I had to investigate further. I went down to view the video and when I did I found the extra effort was worth my time. You have a lot of talent and you fight with a lot of spirit, it shows in every move you make. I have been seeking a child with your talent to mould into the perfect assistant. So when the unexpected opportunity to own you presented its self I took the chance. Does that answer your questions?"
"Yes, very well, thank you Master Cold."
Kinomi believed him, she felt better knowing that King Cold did not seem to be hiding anything and did not seem to have any dark intentions in plan for her.
She felt odd; something she hadn't felt in long time, she believed it was happiness.