Saiyans Mate For Life

:The Training Saga:

A/N: Hurray!! I'm so excited to be writing fan fiction again! WOOOHOOOO! Sorry I'm a bit hyper right now. Multiple Amp cans have been drank so…yeah. But yay! I can't wait to see where the story goes. I'm sorry for the first chapter not having any a/n's. I was really more concerned with just getting it out there. The childhood saga was pretty short since Naomi really didn't have a good childhood. Some of you may ask why her mother is only mentioned once in the whole story. Well… Mother figures weren't big back then. And really Naomi spent most of her time exploring and being mischvious. So there for, no mother figure. Another question I know many of you are dieing to ask 'Why do you time skip so much!?' -' Well good question. Maybe I'm too lazy to write out her whole life story. Maybe I didn't feel those parts were important and would have been boring to read. Maybe it's just my A.D.D. acting up again with the help of energy drink. Beats me, it's just how it worked out in my head. Anyway, all you Vegeta fans out there, not to worry! He shall appear in this chapter and be in most of the rest of the story. So please, feel free to read and please Review! (Kind words make me want to write faster and more often….)

Please Note: Flames will be used for warming my apple cinnamon tea, but that's all they're good for.

Naomi was led to the King's Royal court where she was placed before the King himself. The young prince stood at his right hand and what she assumed to be the one they called Frieza was seated at his left. All three had that look of superior indifference common to royalty. It was in Frieza's eyes though that Naomi saw a glimmer of something that sent a shiver down her spine. Pure merciless evil…

She didn't know it then, but the King had been dealing with Frieza for some time. The dealings were successful at first, but recently Frieza had ordered a number of planets be taken for him. The Saiyan Elite had been hard pressed to keep up with his demands on time, and some planets were putting up more of a fight then expected. The delay for the delivery of the planets was unavoidable, but in Frieza's eyes was unacceptable…but also a perfect opportunity. He had demanded custody of the King's only son, Prince Vegeta, as payment. The King was hard pressed for ideas on how to avoid such a thing, but it just so happened that he had a particularly nagging issue regarding a female that had murdered one of his advisors sons. They had urged him to use her instead of the prince. A simple solution to the problem.

Naomi remained silent as she went down to one knee and bowed her head out respect for her king and prince, and out of fear of the monster that remained by their side. None of them addressed her directly, but simply gazed at her and spoke as if judging a show dog in the ring. She didn't dare move, no matter what she herd.

"Here is the payment you requested, Lord Frieza. Please, take her as a token of our sincere apology for the delay in your order. I assure you the mistake will not happen again." The king's words reached her ears and stung with what he now planned on doing with her. He was trying to kill two birds with one stone; offer her as payment and use this as her true punishment. She noticed that the King wisely failed to mention that she was only the daughter of a third class warrior and nothing more then a common criminal herself. How convenient it seemed now for her to be dressed as an elite warrior.

Naomi felt the dark presence of Frieza raise from his chair and make his way over to her, though she herd no foot steps. She remained with her eyes trained to the floor, her entire body tense. Without warning she was suddenly lifted by the throat by Frieza's tail and drawn into the air. He made his inspection of her, sensing her power level and comparing it to the others. He also reached out and gripped her upper arms, then her stomach, and finally her thigh. She remained silent with her eyes lowered but couldn't help but wince as he dug his claws deep into her skin, enough to drawl blood. He removed his claws and narrowed his eyes in disgust. It was then that Naomi felt the sharp tip of his tail pierce the skin of the side of her neck, branding her as his property before even making his decision. She'd never been so close to something that powerful in her short life, and it was enough to freeze her blood with fear. He could have killed her without thought. Without even trying. When he was finally finished, he tossed her to the ground like a piece of baggage and turned to face the King.

"You insult me, Vegeta. When I demanded your son as payment it was not with an eye towards bargaining. However, since you have seen fit to offer me this girl, I will take her as well." That was it. The King didn't say another word, nor did he look at his son. Frieza finally moved away from Naomi and she felt as though she could slowly start to breath again. One of Frieza's attendances dragged her up by her arm and then, accompanied by another, led both she and the prince away. All the King of the most powerful race in the galaxy could do was remain silent, swallow his anger, and plan a rescue for his son.

Prince Vegeta and Naomi were placed in one of the lower cells of Frieza's ship. The Prince at that point was the most powerful of their entire race, including his father. He was furious about the treatment he was getting and made it damn well known. He was proud of his race and certain that at any moment his father would return and bring him back to Planet Vegeta to fulfill his destiny. What 'destiny' the prince was talking about, Naomi didn't have a clue. But even if the King did return for his son, she had no such hopes of escaping this time. It was only a matter of time before they were both killed.

She slid down the side of the cell and pulled her knees to her chest staring out at the darkness.

"What a joke. I leave one cell only to be put in another by some evil freak he wants nothing more then to kill me anyway." She groaned and pushed her head into her arms. She hadn't noticed that she'd thought out loud, but she'd said her words plan and clear. The prince turned on her in annoyance.

"You'll keep quiet and stop annoying me with your childish babbling! I didn't ask to share this room with you, and if you keep it up, I won't have to anymore." He smiled the threat to her. There was little doubt that up until this point Prince Vegeta was used to getting what ever he wanted, when he wanted it. He was used to people waiting on him hand and foot and catering to his every whim. It was also little doubt that he could have killed her if he wanted.

Naomi saw no great loss if he did. After three whole years of being caged up, finally getting out, only to be put in another cage, she was looking to vent some of her frustrations. Without a word she stood up, went straight over to him, and slammed her fist into his scowling face. She felt blood swell up instantly under her knuckles but damn if it didn't feel good to punch someone again, even if it was the last thing she was ever going to do. She braced for the blow that she knew would surely sending her flying across the room.

Vegeta stared at her for a moment, expecting her to really hit him this time, but then noticed she was waited for his retaliation. He burst into laughter as he looked at her. "You hit like a girl." He managed between his laughter. "That's no way to throw a punch." Naomi blinked in confusion then turned and glared at him.

"Excuse me if I wasn't trained by the royal elite since the day I was born. Some of us had to teach ourselves!" Vegeta just smirked and grabbed hold of her wrist. She quickly jumped back but he didn't let go and held her there.

"You're to tense when you ball your fist. It's like you expect to lose even before you hit. Relaxed your arm and let the punch come naturally to you." Vegeta gripped her wrist until he felt her relax her arm.

"How am I supposed to punch like that? I'd break my damn arm."

"Stupid whining and do as I say."

For the next month, Vegeta spent all of his time teaching Naomi all he knew about fighting. Even at such a young age, he knew a great deal. Often times Naomi wondered if he was just teaching her as a chance to show off, but at that point she didn't care. He was the first person she'd had contact with for more then five minutes in the past three years. She was desperate to find that ray of sunshine again and take her mind off the predicament they were in. Despite his arrogant attitude and stern teaching methods, he was almost pleasant to be around… sometimes.

Food and water came at regular intervals, but there was no way of telling night from day. They took turns sleeping while the other stood guard. There was really no telling what they were standing guard against but in an unfamiliar place, any sense of a routine was a blessing. They continued their training until Naomi because nearly as fast as Vegeta was. She still wasn't nearly as strong as him, but he assured her she never would be because of their sex difference. The routine kept their minds off the situation and just how long they'd been locked up. There were moments though when one of their minds would wonder.

Naomi stared out the cell bars, taking her turn on guard duty, unsure of just what she was suppose to be watching for. She could tell Vegeta wasn't asleep. She'd picked up on different traits he had from all the time they'd spent together, and his breathing hadn't slowed enough yet.

"Vegeta?" she glanced over at him. A soft grunt was her only indication of a response. "Do you think we're ever going to get out of here?" She turned back to stare out of the bars. Vegeta opened his dark eyes for a moment and stared at the ceiling. He could tell she was starting to lose hope. Despite how hard he pushed her, she'd always be the weaker sex in mind.

"My father is rallying his finest warriors even as we speak, woman. They're going to rescue me from this hell and then I can return to reclaim my destiny as the greatest saiyan who ever lived."

Naomi was silent for a time as she continued to stare out the bars. She'd no doubt that they would be more then willing to rescue their prince. But she often wondered if they did come…would just leave her here to rot forever.

"Maybe I could convince them to take you with us…for keeping me entertained all this time. If I told them to, they would, you know." He glanced over at her worried face. She turned and smiled at him, pulling her legs closer to her chest. It was nice to know that at least he'd remember not to leave her there.

It was unclear to both of them just how long they were in the cell before the first messenger had come. It could have been months…it could have been a year. Time was a little value to them at that point.

"The girl is to come with me. Lord Frieza wishes to speak with her." The tall green lizard-like creature addressed Prince Vegeta but wouldn't look at Naomi. She'd matured a good bit over the time she'd spent locked up with Vegeta, and his personality had started to wear on her. She tilted her head to the side as the observed the lizard man.

"Is that so?" She smirked as she raised her palm and blasted a whole straight through his heart. "Oh well." The lizard man dropped to the floor in a heap and the door to the cell creaked with the reminder that it was now open. They both knew they could have escaped at that point, but were intelligent enough to know they wouldn't get far.

They both agreed to have a little fun and make a game out of how many guards Frieza would send before he noticed something was wrong and came down himself. They pulled the bodies of the guards into the corner of the cell and a small pile started to form. It went on for a few hours and kept them for the most part entertained. When Frieza himself finally came down, he found two slit-eyed children perched on top a heap of corpses. He was not entirely amused.

"Which one of your useless monkeys has done this?" he demanded. Vegeta, being the arrogant brat even then, simply crossed his arms and smirked.

"We took turns. We are after all polite children and were taught to share our toys." His sharp tongue shown even in the face of Frieza. Children have little to fear when they don't know any better. For a few moments, Frieza just stared at them both, a bit taken back. But he knew that he had to rid Vegeta of this rebellious streak early on or there would be trouble. He smiled evilly and entered the cell, shutting the door behind him.

"From you," he said pointing to Vegeta, "I expect this. With that attitude you'll go far. However," His smiled faded as he turned his gaze to Naomi. "You will never be a member of my fighting force, and therefore must learn a little more…respect." Naomi felt just from the tone of his focus the beat she was in for. She swallowed her fear and remained seated on top of the pile. Surely it couldn't have been any worse then what she'd gotten from Raditz, or even her father…

She didn't even see his tail coming. One moment he was glaring at her, the next his tail was wrapped tightly around her neck lifting her entire body into the air. Vegeta lunged at Frieza if only for the sake of a fight. But Frieza was in no mood for the young prince's rebellion. He back handed him, sending him flying across the room, knocking him unconscious instantly. Then he turned his attention back to the girl. He kept his power level just low enough that Naomi remained conscious, but in such agony that she was certain her skull was about to explode. She didn't even attempt to retaliate. She couldn't even stand let alone fight back. Naomi remained in his grip for what seemed like hours. It was only when she started to see white spots in front of her eyes from the pain did he finally incinerate the heap of guards and toss her limp form down on the blood soaked floor. He turned and left, confidante that Naomi would no longer be a problem to him and that Vegeta had had his first taste of fear.

It was a week before Naomi could even move again. Without the recovery chamber pain lasted much longer and without sunlight it took twice as long to heal. Vegeta had begun spending his time training with the other soldiers, and they rarely saw each other anymore. Apparently Frieza thought that Vegeta had been given to much lean way and it was now time for the real work to begin.

Within a year of training he was starting to get assignments from Frieza and had been moved to his own private quarters. He'd been given a bed, clean armor, his own private bath, and real food. With the loss of Vegeta's constant influence, Frieza felt Naomi was no longer a threat, and she was free to roam the ship when ever she wanted as long as she didn't cause trouble or get in the way. She in turn spent most of her time locked up in Vegeta's quarters, since this room actually had a window. She would stare out of it for hours and hours when he was sent on assignment, waiting for him to return. He was her only connection to sanity, the only real person she trusted. She later grew to learn that more saiyans occupied Frieza's ship; Nappa and her brother Raditz. It was no great comfort since Nappa saw her as nothing more then a piece of ass and Raditz saw her as a piece of garbage that he should have incinerated a long time ago. She avoided both as much as possible while she explored the ship.

With Vegeta gone sometimes for months on end, she soon found herself looking for escape routes on the ship. She couldn't just sit and mope around everyday, and felt she should at least try and do something useful. She'd found only two launch pads on the ship and both were heavily guarded. Not that they were guarded with high ranking warriors, there would just be a lot of bodies when the time came to escape.

When Naomi finally did get to see Vegeta again, on the rare occasion, his attitude grew more and more sullen. On the one night he returned she attempted to cheer him up with the reassurance that his father would soon be coming to save them, but then wished she hadn't said anything. He turned and looked at her with such despair that it knocked the wind out of her. To see her prince so…defeated. It nearly broke her heart.

"They're not coming." He spoke so quietly that she had to strain to hear him. Even with his sound proof door closed, he spoke as though it were of something forbidden. "They tried, and he killed them all. All of them, even my father. Then the planet." He looked back up at her. "Our planet, he destroyed it….everything…everyone. Our entire race…gone." She stared at him in horror as he left her there and went to his bathroom to shower and change. Gone…they were all gone. There would be no escaping back to Planet Vegeta. No rescue party, no hope of feeling the sunshine again. It was all…gone. She mourned for the both of them since Vegeta refused to. To mourn the loss of their race, to him at least, was to accept it… and accept that he could do nothing about it. He remained dry eyed and more and more vengeful, just as Frieza had planned. For a long time Naomi would wonder why Frieza even kept her alive. She had no use on the ship; she was simply taking up space. Now she knew the truth. She was Vegeta's last link to sanity; even Lord Frieza could see that.

Vegeta returned a short time later, hair still damp from his shower, wearing only boxers to keep himself decent around her. He was one of the few who still did. She went back into what seemed to be routine when he returned from his missions, of having him lay back as she dressed any wounds he might have. She could tell it must have been a harder mission since he muscles were tense and knotted. She started cleaning the cuts and listen as he spoke of what he'd seen while he was away. Then his thoughts would grow more vengeful again.

"There's an old legend you know. A prophecy." He glanced up at her, finding that he only spoke this way around her. He knew how vulnerable he was at that moment, but from all the time he spent with her, he felt he could a least trust in her if no one else.

"Of what?" she glanced up at him as she finished bandaging up one of the cuts on his legs.

"The coming of a new Super Saiyan." His voice was full of pride and she knew he truly believed the legends. "I swear I'll make Frieza pay when I become a Super Saiyan. He'll wish he'd never even herd of the Saiyan race when I'm through with him. There won't be anything left to identify him. Nothing but dust. You'll see, I'll destroy every last bit of him and then I'll rule the universe as the most feared being of all time." Naomi smiled as he rolled over on his back. She could tell that he told her all these things because it made his dreams seem more real. It gave him the strength to keep going and endure the hellish acts Frieza put him through. She hummed softly as she massaged his tired muscles, letting her fingers linger over his skin. She cherished the time she got to spend with him now, since it was so rare when he returned. Anymore it seemed like Frieza was pushing him harder and harder, molding him into what he wanted Vegeta to be. Just another puppet. But Vegeta was strong, she just knew it. He'd destroy Frieza one day and save them all. She paused and glanced down noticing that Vegeta's breathing had become much slower and deeper. She smiled down at his sleeping form and curled up next to him for a moment, resting her head on his bare back.

"I believe in you Vegeta…some day soon, you're going to be the most powerful being ever to live." She yawned softly and felt her eyes drifting close. "Just wait and see..."