Got a letter from a messenger

I read it when it came

It said that you were wounded

You were bound and chained

You were leveled you were handled

You were poisoned you were pained

Oh no, You were naked you were shamed

You could almost touch Heaven

Right there in front of you

Liberty just slipped away on us

And there's so much work to do

Oh the door that closes tightly

Is the door that can swing wide

Oh no, You're expecting to collide

For a minute I let my guard down

Not afraid to be found out

Completely forgot dear

What our fears were all about

Oh no, there's no need to be without

If there's a chance I would take it

This desire I can't kill

Take my heart please don't break it

I would crawl to your foothill

I'm frightened but I'm coming

Please baby please lay still

Oh no, I'm not coming for the kill

I'm not coming for the kill

Kosov watched her intently. She was at Her Waterfall. He knew his prey was going to clean herself. First the White tank top came off. Then the baggy navy blue training pants. 'Such strong beautiful muscles,' he thought to himself. Her naked body dove into the water. She swam a few laps then went back to the shore and took out some things she had in the bag she brought with her. She washed her body and shaved her legs and washed her long midnight-blue hair. She then went back underwater to rinse herself off. Kosov silently moved to where her things were, waiting to grab her the instant she came near. He pulled out a syringe, full with a clear liquid. She came walking out of the water, hair clung to her wet body. She kneeled and picked up a towel. As she stood she felt another person behind her. Then a hand came over her mouth and prevented her from screaming. She was pulled closer to the stranger. She turned to see who her assailant was. Her icy blue eyes widened in fear.

"So you know of me, Lune?" Kosov said with an evil grin. "Then you must know what I plan to do with you." The syringe plunged into her side. After a few moments she passed out.

She couldn't tell if she was awake or not. Everything was dark. She tried moving her arms and legs. No good, they were chained down. She felt a cold metal table beneath her. She realized she was still naked. Her side was sore. Then she remembered. Kosov had her now up in his lab in space. She knew a lot about him. He was supposedly some kind of bio-genetic genius and had some kind of Midas' Touch with being able to metamorph one specie to another. Or combine traits from species and create a whole new kind all together. His experiments were inhumane. The fact that he was deliberately toying with Nature was bad enough. Most test subjects died on the table as he would inject DNA into them, their bodies unable to handle the almost immediate changes. Humanoid/Humanoid metamorphs had the highest chance of survival. Lune cried softly, not wanting anyone to know she was awake. She couldn't figure out how Kosov knew her.

"Do you really want to know?" Lune tensed. He was in there with her! "Easy... I'm not going to do anything to you just yet. That all depends on how you answer my question."

"What question?" Lune asked weakly.

"No no. Your question first. Though I think you already know how I know you. You're Lune, the Great Warrior of Metrans."

She laughed bitterly. 'Great! He knows I could kick his ass and here he is rubbing it in my face that I can't get at him.' "But why me?"

"The answer you get for that question will depend on how you feel about the deal I'm offering: I am willing to leave you as you are, a full-blood Metranian, not fusing you with anything, as long as you, Lune, will allow me to have you."

"What!?"

His hands snaked up her sides, thumbs gently brushing up against her breasts. "You know what I mean."

"Never."

He sighed with disappointment. "Oh well. I might as well tell you why I chose you. Your powerful body could withstand a lot of punishment, so I thought that you could very easily survive whatever I decided to do with you." He turned to leave the room. "I wonder what a female Namekian would look like..."

The next few hours were spent in agonizing silence. Lune knew she was better off staying awake. If Kosov tried anything, she could at least scream at him and bite him. She never knew if anything like that happened for she fell asleep.

A sharp pain woke her up. She felt the pinprick of a needle. She opened her eyes. She couldn't see anything. Strange unpleasant sensations racked her whole body. Her skin felt like it was on fire. She felt her insides churning. She screamed in anguish. She knew she was changing. After a few minutes, the pain began to subside. She survived the initial change. The next twenty-four hours will decide if she could sustain it. Lune had hoped that she wouldn't survive. She quickly fell back asleep.

Bright lights woke her. "I'm glad to see you awake. I was right about my theory."

"What theory?" Lune said weakly. She still couldn't see.

"Nameks have a natural regenerative ability. I thought that would increase the survival rate."

"What are you going to do with me?"

"Maybe I'll find some Nameks somewhere and send you to them. Just to see what would happen."

"Why can't I see?"

"I have your eyes covered. I don't want you to die of shock."

"I want to see."

"That isn't wise..."

"I want to see!"

Kosov undid the chains around her wrists. Lune immediately sat up and took off the cloth that covered her eyes. The first thing she saw were her now green hands. She looked down at the rest of her body. Her skin was green with pink patches where her muscles were. She touched her head. Her hair was still there but she felt antennae sticking out and she found that her ears were now long and pointed.

He unchained her feet then threw some torn clothes at her. "Here. I don't think you want to travel as you are." She put the clothes on. "Wait here." Kosov left the room closing the heavy door behind him.

Lune leapt off the table then began to fire ki blast after ki blast at the door. She kept trying until she managed to make a hole in the door. She ran through the winding corridors of the lab trying to find a ship. Luckily she found one without anyone seeing her. 'He probably wants me to escape, but oh well,' she thought to herself. She got into the ship and punched in some random coordinates. The engine powered up and she blasted off into space.

(AN: I'm so baka... disclaimer: I don't own DBZ..... if I did the Frieza fight would not have been as long.... all original characters are mine

I know I have another unfinished fic here but my friends know I usually have to balance two or more works at a time... One is never enough)