Saiyans Mate For Life
:The Childhood Saga:
A black haired, heavily muscled warrior stood outside the glass window of the nursery area, watching with silent anticipation. His mate had just delivered their second child and it had been a difficult delivery. Most females of their race only survived up to three births before their fragile forms could not stand the hell it took to bring a full blooded Saiyan into the world. Because of this, each child was inspected the moment it was born for any flaws or diseases. The Saiyans were a proud race and anything considered inferior to their standards was destroyed on site. To some it may have seemed cruel, but it was their way of ensuring the survival of their already dwindling race.
Bardock began to pace outside the glass. Raditz, his first son, had passed the inspection without question when he was born. Surely this next son would be the same. Why was it taking so damn long?
Finally, the nursemaid entered with the tiny baby wrapped up to the chin in a soft white blanket. Bardock quickly made his way inside the nursery to greet his new son and the nursemaid placed the child in his arms. He stared down in awe at the tiny creature fast asleep in his arms.
"What will he be called?" He glanced up at the nursemaid, who was entering data into the computer.
"It is a female, Bardock."
"A female?" Bardock stared down in disbelief at the tiny infant. A female? What in hell's name was he suppose to do with a girl? He dropped the child none to gently into the crib and glared at the old woman. "Useless…Why didn't you tell me that before?" He glanced down at the now bawling child and grimaced. "What a waste of time." He turned away and stomped out of the nursery, the door slamming shut behind him. The sound startled the child into silence as a pair of watery brown eyes stared at the retreated back of her father. Useless… waste of time…Female… The words stuck into her tiny brain like a brand to forever remind her just what she was worth in the eyes of men.
"Hmm…. A considerable power level for a female…but still low class none the less. We'll call you…Naomi"
Naomi remained perfectly silent as she crouched low in her hiding spot. From where she was, no one passing by would be able to see her until it was far too late. She knew her brother walked down this exact hallway everyday with some other males that followed him everywhere. She waited, silent and patient, for her prey to get within range. Just a little closer… BAM! She fired a ki blast straight at Raditz head, hitting him square in the face. Raditz roared in a pain and liked a blinded lion, swung out at who ever was closest to him, trying to exact his revenge.
Naomi quickly tried to scamper out of the way of the flying fists. She just made it to the clearing of the hallway when something caught her by the back of this shirt. She growled like caged animal and swung her fists and legs franticly trying to hit anything. Raditz spun her around to face him, his grip on her shirt unyielding. Naomi noted that she'd managed to burn his left eyebrow clean off, but couldn't tell if she'd burned the rest of his face or if he was just that angry with her. She only had the one moment of glory though for in the next second his fist had found its all too familiar mark on the side of her face, sending her crashing back into the wall with a bone braking thud.
"You ignorant little rat! How dare you dishonor me!?" Raditz screamed in his rage, prepared to kick her skull in for good this time.
"Raditz wait. You know the King doesn't want us harming any of the females." Naomi could barely pick out the form of one of the other males stepping in to save her from death once again. Raditz growled and picked her up by the throat, his large beefy hand easily encasing the entire thing. He simply could have just snapped her neck right there and been through with her annoyance. "She's only four man, you know how wild they are at that age. Just let her go. She won't be able to walk straight for a week anyway." Naomi slowly opened her good eye to try and read the expression on Raditz's face. Anyone who took the time to learn their opponent's expressions could see that Raditz was easily swayed. Though he'd like nothing more then to pound her skull into the floor and cover the hallway in her blood, she knew he wouldn't. She was a female. A rarity in these days. They needed her to mature so she could mate and continue their race. The King's wrath was not worth the momentary joy of murdering his young sister.
Raditz tossed her to the ground like a worthless rag doll and walked away as though none of the events had even transpired. The others quickly followed, none bothering to even glance down at her. She knew though that her brother would be turning his rage on the one who stood up for her later on.
Naomi slowly curled up in the corner to assess the damage. The right side of her head where his fist had made contact was definitely swollen. She couldn't even open her right eye, but there didn't seem to be any broken bones this time. She knew for certain that she would have an ugly purple hand print around her neck in an hour or so. The back of her head ached where it had hit the wall, but when she pulled her hand away, there wasn't any blood. She would live, and that was all that mattered. She grinned mischievously as she slowly got to her feet. Though she'd likely be bruised for at least a few days, Raditz eyebrow wouldn't grow back to the full bushiness for a whole month. The pain had been well worth it.
The beating she got as punishment from her father was far worse then what Raditz could ever dish out. It didn't happen often. Most of the time the old man just ignored the fact that she was even around, but disgracing her brother and their family was something Bardock didn't over look. It could have been the sheer timing of him returning from his mission in a fowl mood, but he'd beat her till she was unable to move. She didn't regain consciousness until two days later when the recovery team found her. It wasn't often that they had to put a 4 year old little girl into a recovery pod.
Naomi remained in recovery for a full week. She enjoyed the time alone dispite her injuries. It was peaceful without having to listen to her brother's constant whining. When she left she was still quiet bruised and sore but she could walk properly again. They'd warned her to stay out of trouble or they wouldn't be helping her again. Fools, did they really think she was foolish enough to tackle Raditz again this early? No, she would look for a target a bit more of her own size.
Naomi took to the sky to save herself the effort of walking. She flew until she reached the training grounds for the elite. She'd watched the children of the elite saiyans train many times before, but she still never tried of it. Though some had great potential to grow strong, the majority were there simply because their parents were high class. She sat on the hill side to watch for a while, glaring down at the shinny untouched armor that each child wore to protect them. She'd give anything to wear armor like that. It certainly would help protect her from Raditz's swinging fists. As if those kids needed protection! Who would dare even touch them with the threat of their parents causing an uproar? The kids knew that they were untouchable, and because of their parents protection, they'd become arrogant and foolish.
From what she could see, the students were all sparing with each other while their instructor was busy talking to one of the other adults. A perfect time to sneak in to get some of her aggression out. Armor or no armor, she could blast through them. Naomi quietly slid down the hill and entered the sparing area. None of the boys noticed her until she landed a punch to the back of a boys head, knocking him out cold. The boy fell to the ground with a loud thud. She smiled as she turned to the next opponent.
"Who do you think you are!? Street rats like you can't fight with us! I'll kill you!" The next boy lunged at her, his punch aimed for her face but his speed was nothing compared to Raditz. She easily dodged him and sent a knee straight to his gut. The boy toppled over in a pain next to the first one. Two others had spotted the action and went for her next but she moved out of the way of one and slammed her fist into the other's face, sending him to the ground as well. The instructor looked up at the commotion and quickly flew over.
"That's enough, all of you." He paused seeing the girl. "Why haven't you finished this intruder already? Haven't I been teaching you anything?" He stepped back to let the boys have a little fun with the girl. Surely a child at this age would be of no loss to the King. She was just a low class female anyway.
Naomi stood tense as the boys all began to form a ring around her. She'd expected to get some fighting in but then for them to kick her out. What was the instructor trying to do, get her killed? She narrowed her eyes as a tall string-bean like boy took a step inside the circle and glared at her. She watched him carefully as he circled her looking for an opening. She moved her left foot deliberately, giving him an opportunity to attack. He went for the bait and lunged at her, fist drawn back to strike a blow to her ribs. Naomi quickly crouched down and slid under the boy while reaching up and placing both open palms to his chest.
A loud explosion was herd from the training field, and a few guards ran out to see what had happened. The skidded to a halt and stared in shock when the smoke cleared.
Naomi was crouched down on the grass, with her hands still protecting her face from the explosion. She was covered in bits and pieces of broken armor and blood, but there was no sign of the boy who'd attacked her. Before she could recover from the blast, the instructor landed a quick blow to the back of her neck, knocking her out cold. He picked her up in disgust as it he'd just grabbed a dead rat. He looked to the guards who'd come and tossed the girl to them.
"This low level just murdered one of the elite children. Put her in a cell quickly before she causes anymore trouble." The guards nodded and quickly dragged the limp body away. The other children stared in horror at the blackened spot of grass where one of their own was attacking just seconds before. The instructor growled in annoyance and sent them all scattered back to their homes. He knew there would be hell to pay from the kid's parents for his own foolishness. If all else failed he could claim the girl had gone crazy and went on a killing spree. It would save his hide from the king at least, but who ever that female was, she was dead for sure.
Naomi slowly opened her dark brown eyes and stared up at the small ray of light that was forcing it's way through the cracks in the wall of her cell. She sighed and closed her eyes again, trying to get back to the pleasant dream she'd been having. She'd been on a strange planet, laying in a field covered with wild flowers. The planet still had birds and strange wild life. It had fresh water lakes, and a wide vast ocean that hadn't been used up for the sake of progress. And the sun had been pouring it's loving rays down on her skin. So warm…so…peaceful. But it was no use. She was still laying on the hard stone floor of her cell. She'd spent three years locked up in a cage. That itself would have been a horrible punishment for any saiyan. But the only reason she was in this cell for three straight years was because the King simply did not have time to bother with her case. She was a criminal for certain; killing one of the Elite Saiyan's children was a high crime. Though warriors were killed every day in battle, one could never lay a hand on someone of a high rank, no matter what they did to you. It was the way of the law, and Naomi had clearly set herself up to be a convicted murderer even before her fifth birthday. A child so young locked away learned to grow up mighty fast. It was a hard lesson to learn, since she'd had no contact with anyone but the guard who brought her food and water twice a day, and even he wouldn't do anything more then grunt at her. She wondered if they had just forgotten about her entirely and this cage would be where she'd spend the rest of her life. She'd never been one to just sit back and take punishment lightly though. She'd spent the entire three years training herself, becoming stronger, so that one day she'd be able to attack the guard and free herself. She also passed the time telling the silent guard wondrous stories of her dream planet that'd she escape to. He never spoke to her, but she could tell he wouldn't have minded escaping to her dream planet too. After all, Freiza was their true ruler now. She'd heard the guards faint voices occasionally talking about a 'Lord Freiza' who all but ruled their entire planet now. She didn't see how anyone different ruling their planet made much of an impact on her, but it was disconcerting to know that the Saiyan planet was no longer ruled by a Saiyan.
Later that evening it was not the food guard that came to entertain her house of containment, but two female elite warriors. They dragged her out of the cell without a word to her and took her to what resembled the recovery area. The bright light was harsh on her eyes and she had to squint to adjust to its offense on her senses. She tried asking them countless times what they planned on doing to her, what her punishment would be, or even why they'd let her out in the first place. They answered none of her questions; simply did the task they were told to do and nothing more. They bathed and scrubbed her down, stripping away the years of dirt and sweat and tied her long hair back into a warrior's bun to keep it out of the way. Then they dressed her not in her old worn out rags but real saiyan armor. The stretchy spandex like material fit to her body like a second skin. Then they tugged one of the elite's armored chest plates over her head and boots on her feet to match it. She'd no idea why they would dress her up like an elite warrior, let alone take her out of the cell after three years.
"Please… tell me why you're doing all this!" she caught hold of one of the females' arms. The girl narrowed her eyes and brushed her hand off easily.
"Keep silent if you want to live. You're going to meet Lord Freiza"