I don't remember a time in my life when I wasn't sweeping floors, or cleaning dishes.
I've been in slavery since I was born. Traded, mistreated, taken away from my family, and more. Each day that passes by I always hope it'll be okay in the end, but so far my life has been a living hell.
Until he came.

"Do I have to choose just one?" I heard the loud voice of our prince. My eyes shoot open and I sit up, the chains around me rattling.
I look around at the ones next to me, sitting on their knees waiting to either be picked, or rejected. It takes me a moment to realize where I am, then I remember. I'm at another slave trade. I sigh and look at him.
Prince Vegeta is standing in front of me. I almost fall backwards as his dark, cold eyes meet mine. They have almost no emotion, and I hold myself back from shaking in fear. Then he points at me.
"Him." He says abruptly. His father nods, and looks at our trader.
I'm pushed forwards out of the line and fall on my face. I can't make any noises while being traded, so I simply sit myself up on my knees again. Vegeta's looking at another slave, who looks almost like me. I think he was named Turles awhile ago with a different owner, but I forget.
"And him." Vegeta points at Turles, and Turles are shoved forwards as well. He also gets on his knees, and sighs silently. He glances at me out of the corner of his eyes, then looks away.
If I were a slave buyer, I wouldn't treat them as badly as we're treated. If you look into the eyes of a slave like me, you can see how much pain they've been through. So when two lock eyes, it's a moment that makes me want to burst out crying, but I can't, so I don't.
"All right. One more then we have to go." Vegeta nods at his father and continues down the line of slaves.
The King grabs me by the arm and pulls me to my feet. "Stand up like a man." He says to me, his eyes just as cold as his sons. I nod in response. "And talk dammit. I don't want you being quiet the whole time we've got you."
"Yes sir." I say just loud enough for him to hear. I flick my tail back and forth and glance at Prince Vegeta. He's pointing at Broly.
"And this one. Lets go." The king picks Turles up by the arm and tells him what he told me, then does the same to Broly.
The trader gets his money from King, and then wishes him luck with us. I can't help but smirk.
Turles, Broly and I have each been sent back at least ten times to this guy. We've each come back snickering and look like we've had a good time. Sometimes we're covered in soap, water, food, dirt, glass, you name it. Doesn't matter anymore though, that was a long time ago.
And now we have new owners.

The car ride to the palace is along, but exciting one. Usually special people are chosen to serve for the King and Prince, but we we're chosen randomly.
I can't help but smile at the thought, but then pay the price when I get a violent, painful, thump in the forehead from Turles.
"The hell are you smiling about?" He says to me through gritted teeth. "Just because we're being taken in my the King doesn't mean it's gonna be special."
"I know…" I say half heartily. "But I just…." I think for a second trying to get the correct words, but end up shrugging. "I don't know. Just thinking." I look past Turles to Broly.
Broly's staring at the car floor still. He's been staring at the floor since we we're shoved in the back of the car.
I sigh, then look out the window, to almost end up screaming when Turles runs his tail up my bare back. I glare at him and he just smiles. "Hello Kakkarot." I roll my eyes and look back out the window.
Turles is always doing that to me. I wonder sometimes if he does it to piss me off, or get my attention. Either way he should stop it before I end up ripping that tail of his off him.
The car stops suddenly and Broly looks up. Prince Vegeta gets out of the car and opens my door. "We're here. Get out." He pulls me out of the car, then Turles, then Broly.
I look up from the ground and look at the palace. I hide a smile. Just as I expected, a big fancy places.
I find myself staring, then I'm pushed into the mud. I scream when I fall. I'm spitting up mud and look behind me at whomever pushed me. Vegeta and two other guys are standing there laughing at me. I frown and spit mud at Vegeta's shoes.
"Oh you got a tough one on your hands." One of the guys says. "Good luck breaking him in." He laughs, then walks away with the other guy.
Vegeta looks at his shoes, then me. I freeze in fear of what might happen, and almost cry when he walks to me. Instead of hitting me though, he grabs my arm and pulls me to my feet.
"You're not making my house dirty, so as soon as you get in take a shower. Cold or hot I couldn't care less." Turles gawks for a second at what just happened, and I stand there still frozen. I nod quickly.
"Will do sir." Sir? Why sir? I'm nervous that's why. He nods, then half pushes me in the direction of his home.

I turn on the hot water and step in the shower. I let out a sigh of relief and smile as the hot water hits my body. I feel the dirt coming off my body, so I grab some soap and start washing myself.
I hear the door creak open and whip my head around quickly. The shower curtains closed, so I ignore it and go back to washing my body.
"Hey! Don't ignore me!" The curtains swing open, and Turles is standing there also undressed. I scream, but he puts his hand over my mouth. "Be quiet, they might hear us!" He casually steps in the shower with me then puts the shower curtains back how they were before.
"The hell Turles!" I whisper. "Scare me like that, you almost made me shit myself." He laughs.
"Calm down. You should have suspected it was me who came in here. Who else walks in on you in the shower? Literally." I growl.
"I want for once in my life to shower alone. Thank you very much." I don't look away from him, only in fear he'll do something.
"But your little boyfriend said this was the only shower we have, and I wanted to take one. This is the only chance I have!" My tail bristles up.
"Boyfriend?"
"Yeah. Your little prince. Why else would he have helped you out of the mud?" Turles smirks at me and I slap him.
"Maybe he's just nicer than the other people who have taken us in." I squirt soap in my hands, and start washing my hair. Turles laughs.
"He's the freaking prince! Like he'd be any different than anyone else who's taken us in." Turles gets himself a bar of soap, and starts washing his body.
"He might be." I try not to stare at Turles when he washes himself, but my wandering eyes go against my brain and look at him. I close my eyes and focus on washing my hair, but my eyes decide to keep themselves open.
"Hey, you missed a spot on yourself." I jump slightly.
"Where?" I look at my arms when a pair of soapy hands touches my ankle. I freeze up.
"All up here." He starts rubbing up my leg softly.
I bite my bottom lip, and lift my leg up, kicking him in the face and out of the shower. The shower curtain falls down when he tries to grab it for support, and rams into Broly who just came in to brush his teeth. Broly screams and falls down with Turles.
"SONUVABITCH!" Turles stands up and glares at me. "That wasn't called for!" I laugh.
"Don't rub up my legs like that." I growl and thrash my tail around. Broly covers his eyes.
"If you guys are gonna yell at eachother, can you at LEAST put on a towel!" Broly continues lying on the floor with his eyes covered. Turles turns to him.
"Shut up!" He kicks Broly in the side, making Broly scream in pain. "You bastard, always thinking you can tell me what to do!" He reaches his leg back to kick him again, but I kick Turles right between the legs without holding back.
Turles put his hands between his legs and falls on his knees. I help Broly to his feet, and wrap a towel around my waist.
Broly wipes off his eyes and looks at me. "Thanks."
"No problem." I side smile, before looking past Broly and out the bathroom door. Vegeta's standing there. "Oops." I whisper.
Vegeta crosses his arms. "Well, I don't think I need an explanation do I? I gave him-" Vegeta points to me. "Permission to shower, not you two." Broly looks at Vegeta.
"I was just trying to brush my teeth! That's it! See? I'm only wet because Turles rammed into me!" Broly points to Turles, who is still crouched on the floor, swearing silently to himself.
Vegeta grumbles something under his breath. "Fine. Go to the room I directed you three to sleep in. I'm going to have a words with these two." Broly leaves without hesitation. Vegeta looks at us, and sighs.
"I was only trying to take a shower when he came in here! I swear, it's not my fall-" Vegeta puts his finger over my mouth.
"Listen, I saw everything that happened. I've been standing here listening. I looked in right when he-" Vegeta points to Turles again. "Bashed into the other guy. Okay? I'm just telling you, if I tell only you that you can take a shower then only you can. Kick everyone else out almost immediently." I nod.
"Will do." I lock my eyes with Vegeta's before he looks down at Turles. I'm afraid to say more, but I quickly do. "But the way, we have names." Vegeta looks at me. "That's Turles, the other guy is Broly, and I'm Kakkarot." I know I wasn't spoken to, nor asked what our names were I just thought I should tell him.
"Thank you. Now please get dressed while I talk to Turles alone. Thank you very much." I nod and run out of the bathroom, and into the room where I see Broly.
Broly's laying on the bed, stomach down, trashing his tail around wildly. I look around the room and realize there's only two beds. "Great." I grumble, knowing I'LL be the one to sleep with someone tonight.
I pick up my clothes from before, and wash them off with my wet towel, then put them on. Even though it's just a pair of underwear and ripped jeans, I still take care of them. I've had them for awhile now.
Broly looks at me. "I guess you're tired. You usually wash off your pants better than that if they get dirty." I shrug and lay down on my bed.
"Yeah. It's been a tiring day." I close my eyes for a few minutes, then find myself being crawled over. "Broly?" I look up, not surprised to see Turles, bleeding from his cheek.
"Nice guy? Try explaining that to my scar." He lays down his body on mine with all his force. I gasp out.
"Turles get off me!" He smiles smugly.
"You're to tired to push me off, I can sense it." He closes his eyes and I sigh.
He's right. I am too tired, but tomorrow I'll yell at him. I close my eyes again, and drift off into sleep.