I Always Get What I Want

Bear with me here, this is my first story published on this site. Just know that when it's bolded (is that even a word?) and underlined, that's me personally talking to you. In the story, when the test looks like this, Tee-hee, example sentence. That just means someone is thinking. Dragon Ball Z© and its characters belong to Akira Toriyama, so thank him not me. Let me know what you guys think!

Another giant explosion bursted through yet another wall. A raid. A raid for the planet and its resources. A tall, fairly skin toned man with black hair reaching past his knees, stepped in from the gaping hole he had just caused. A pleased smirk etched on his lips. His black eyes scanned the large room. Suddenly the green device over his left eye began beeping once more. It was a signal, a faint signal of energy, but to whom did it belong to? That is what he was to find out.

He searched the entire, what seemed like a living room, but had come up short. There was indeed another person near but locating said person proved to be a challenge. The large man took notice of a black wooden door that appeared to be locked down tightly. Whatever was kept inside, must be worth of value. With another giant smirk crawling on the buff man's face, he conjured a purple colored ki in his right hand and shot off the door handle. He rammed his hand in through the hole and yanked the door out of its hinges. Carelessly tossing the hunk of wood to the side, he entered the dark room. There were several odors that attacked his nostrils. However, none of them were unbearably unpleasant. It smelled of blood, light sweat, heat, fear, and scents that come from intercourse. Most of these scents were all too familiar with the giant and figured that this must have been the ruler's bedroom. But it didn't look like it. It didn't smell like it. Curious, the man investigated. Naturally he saw the bed; an enormous bed that took up most of the space in the room. There, he saw it, something he thought he would never see again.

A Saiyan tail. The scraggly limb had lost it's shine, bright color, softness, and it's natural, thriving energy. Nonetheless, it belong to one of his own. Worried for his member, he quickly floated to the side of the bed the creature was nearer to. The giant slowly pulled the blanket off the Saiyan, only to be twice as shocked as before. Lying, on its side, in front of him, was a female. He took a few steps back, aghast at what his eyes were seeing. It can't be possible! The last of the female Saiyans were terminated by Freeza! He thought to himself. But surely this was no trick. He returned to his member and kneeled next to her. The odors, they were coming from her. It was then that he looked over the bed. Messy and heavily blood stained. Definitely from when, whoever it was, had taken her innocence. The female, though fully awake, never said anything. She never spoke, begged for mercy, or even looked up at who had uncovered her. She just remained still, her wrist cuffed to the side of the headboard of the bed. Had she been abused one too many times that she had just given up? Or was it the fact that one of her own was finally rescuing her and didn't feel threatened? Feeling sympathy for the tortured Saiyan, the giant spoke softly.

"Are you alright?"

No response whatsoever. The man placed a hand on her side, stroking back and forth gently. This caused a reaction. He watched in disgust as the frail female laid on her stomach, positioning herself for what she thought she knew was next. She really had given up. The man's stomach turned, knowing that one of his members was this badly broken.

"No. No, I'm not here for that. W-what's your name?" (He asked worried. Still no response.) "Look, I-I'm going to take you to Prince Vegeta. We're going to take you away from here. You're- you're going to be alright."

(The giant man easily ripped the rusted chains off the fragile young female and he gently picked her up. He heard her whimper, but didn't know if it was from pain or if she was trying to communicate with him. Whatever the reason, the man ignored it for now. I have to get this female in better conditions or else... He didn't even want to finish that thought. As soon as he was outside, he took off flying, searching for his fellow male colleagues. He found one of them, and he was the one Raditz desperately wanted to find first. He gently touched land before hastily rushing to his much more shorter companion. The shorter male Saiyan had erect, spiky, black hair and had a similar device over his left eye. Though, his was red. The shorter male watched in annoyance as he saw his fellow member carry some pathetic life form to him. Surely he would expect pity.

"Prince Vegeta!"

"What is it now, Raditz?"

"I- I have someone you should see."

"What have I told you about 'No survivors'?"

"But my Prince, she's-"

"A female? What makes you think I will have any sort of empathy for a female?"

"But my liege she-!"

"When I said 'no survivors', I meant it Raditz!"

He huffed and turned right around, and went straight for his pod. Raditz wasn't going to stop just yet.

"Prince Vegeta, please, hear me out! This is a female of Saiyan descent!"

Now the so called Prince stopped in his tracks and hesitantly turned around.

"What did you say?"

He whispered loudly, surprise in his deep, charming voice. The giant Saiyan, held out the weak female for the Prince to inspect, and inspect he did. The skeptical miniature Saiyan moved Raditz's fingers to reveal a fully intact, dull, light brown tail. This has to be some sort of trickery! He tugged on it gently. No immediate response from the female. Which didn't please the Prince. Vegeta brushed his thumb carefully over the bristle hairs. This was no trick. This truly was a female Saiyan. A weak one, but a Saiyan no doubt.

"What do we do with her?"

Raditz stupidly questioned. Vegeta released the tail and walked back to his pod. Before entering he fixed his gloves, readjusted his device, and swiped his nose.

"Get in your pod Raditz, we're leaving."

"But what about N-?"

"Nappa can easily return. But that female has no more time to waste. If we want her to live we need to act fast." (He turned around to face him.) "Understood?"

"Understood, Prince Vegeta."

He replied while slightly bowing his head. In doing so, he continued to stare at the pale female. If she is of Saiyan descent, how could she have let this happen to her? Raditz sighed and walked her to his pod. The sealed tight door hissed open and he entered it backwards, trying not to stir the young girl. He plopped down in the cushioned seat, hit a button, and the door closed. As soon as the door was shut, the white sphere rose to the sky and blasted off into deep space. The girl shifted when the turbulence made the pod start to shake. Raditz held her tightly, afraid that even slightly releasing her body, would kill her.

Finally, he took notice of her features beside her tail. She had fairly long black hair reaching her tailbone, meaning she must have been raised with the lower class. Her skin tone seemed to have lost it's natural color, and her body was at it's worst. It looked like someone had covered a skeleton with a pale, light tan paper. This caused him to feel saddened. A feeling he rarely feels towards anyone. To think the last female of their race, had reached a point like this. The shredded clothing that she had on, he found, was the blue spandex that came with the traditional Saiyan armor. She had to have lived on Vegetasei at some point, but when did this happen? She looked younger than Vegeta's and his own age, but since Saiyans age slowly, it was an uncertain guess.

Luckily for the Saiyans, the planet they were raiding was nearby their 'new' home planet. No, it isn't Planet Frieza, it's a smaller planet that was taken over by four adult Saiyans. Prince Vegeta, Nappa, Raditz, and Turles had fled Frieza's reign and started life anew on said, tiny planet. They killed the inhabitants but making sure not to kill whatever other life forms there were to eat. It looked like a crossover between Earth and Vegetasei. Naturally, they took kindly to the foreign planet. Especially knowing that they no longer had to take orders by a lizard with purple lipstick. When more turbulence struck the pod, the girl shifted once again.

"It's alright, we're almost home."

Raditz tried to reassure but felt it in vain when she still didn't speak to him. He licked his lips, swallowed dryly, and spoke again.

"I'm Raditz, your name?"

Yeah I'm done for now. Again, this is my first story published here, so if you like it please let me know and I'll do my best to make another chapter.