I felt the sun's rays hit my face harshly, like I had been sleeping for a very long time. I opened my eyes slowly and looked up, to the sky, and saw a deep and warm orange sky with lovely matching colours. I was out of that damn ship that was for certain. But I still had other mysteries to solve. For one, I had to know what happened to me after being kidnapped by that man. He had hurt my shoulder, but I looked at it and I felt no pain. I raised my upper body into a sitting position and I also wondered who helped me get here and how I got on this planet. I knew, for instance, that this golden haired man had brought me here, but if so, how could he have survived a descent into atmosphere? How could I have survived such an impact? Decidedly, destiny had other plans for me while I was alive. I was bound to die almost a dozen times while I was Frieza's prisoner, but now it seemed I had survived all of this and that my power had come back. I raised my arms in the air and felt the energy surging inside of every muscle, down my forearms and into my tendons, lowering into my hands and fingers. My legs felt solid again and the core of my body, where ki is being stored, has been restored back to health. I looked around and saw an open field, just like there used to be on the planet I lived on. It was a beautiful scene and it felt very soothing and very different from anything I've seen in the past days. I could rest.

Minutes later, I rose on my feet and felt whole again. My wounds had been mended and I was cleaned and someone had changed my clothes. Even the long, silky black hair cascading on my shoulders was brushed and braided, like a Saiyan warrior would. I felt like my old self again, proud and ready for anything. I tried powering up and a suddenly aura of energy circled around my body, proving to myself that my power was one hundred per cent back. I looked around once again and saw Paragus, also in full health, sitting nearby. He looked at me and grinned. "So, you're awake… Are you feeling any better?" he asked.

"Much better, thank you. I feel as if nothing ever happened to me. My body and my strength are back to normal. I feel like a Saiyan again." I replied to him. He smiled and got on his feet, walking towards me. He had regained his Saiyan armour and a dark red cape. I noticed that his right eye had been gashed and therefore rendered useless. His right arm also took a lot of damage while resisting to Frieza's henchmen's assaults. This man could never fight a day in his life ever again and that saddened me deeply, for I knew that Saiyans only had one desire in life, one aspiration and that was to fight. It was our sole reason for living. But that didn't seem to affect him much. He didn't seem burdened by his fate and he, in fact, seemed at peace with himself.

"Do not look at me with that pitiful glance, Kori. I am fine, I am living and I have my son with me. I do not need to fight again, for I have him to defend ourselves." He said. I gasped. So that man with this warm and powerful, divine golden aura was his son? That man, with deep blue eyes that glimmered in the darkness of my sorrow, was his son? So he wasn't bluffing when he said that his son, the Super Saiyan of legend would come and save him… and I in the process. I looked around and failed to see him of feel his presence. I looked back at Paragus and he smiled while putting a hand on my shoulder.

"My son has decided to spare your life. He must've had a really good reason to do so, because, as you might have noticed with the bruise on your shoulder when he picked you up, he is not the gentle kind. Actually, to me, it is still a mystery why he would save a young defenceless Saiyan woman from the hands of Frieza…" he said, mumbling about. I frowned.

"Young and defenceless, you say? Funny it is that I was the one who gambled everything I had going in life to save your sorry self, Paragus. I might even kill you for your words, but I fear that might not prove beneficiary for me. Well, I want to thank you and your son for saving my life, but I have to go now." I said, snapping away from Paragus's stare. He chuckled.

"I don't think you'll be going anywhere soon, my dear. There is no way out of this planet except for the space pods I have hidden somewhere in this land. I managed to steal them to some lowlife wretches of Frieza's army while you were recuperating. And besides, you do not have the strength to fly, so… What?" he said, seeing as I was hovering in the air, ready to leave. I smiled at him and shrugged. What was an old man's threat to me, Kori, one of the strongest, if not the strongest, female Saiyan that ever lived? I could practically run circles around this old fart and still get away with it. The only problem I had to this point was his son. He was off somewhere and I could not sense his power. I decided to land on the ground and think my way out of here. Paragus was right: I had no way of this planet except with ships and I couldn't escape the super Saiyan man of legend for long. What was I to do? I sat down and closed my eyes to think.

"Even if you do think hard, Kori, I doubt you'll find something, well, anything that will help you out of here. I have a business proposition for you. Listen to me carefully. I have a plan that might have you interested. See, my plan is to rebuild a planet Vegeta so the remaining Saiyans can live on. Knowing Vegeta and some other Saiyans survivors are still under Frieza's control, I have to have soldiers under my command to bring back the prince of all Saiyans on this planet of ours." He said. I was suspicious of his idea.

"Why would you want prince Vegeta here, of all places, where you can live alone with your son and to not worry about danger anymore?" I asked him.

"Well, that is none of your concern, young lady. I shall do as I please. Now, we shall discuss about you entering my army and about other things as well." I took a step back, angry.

"How dare you make decisions without my consent! What I do with my life regards only me! You are not my father, nor my brother! Actually, you're the one who should be my vassal, for I was the one who spared your old, sorry ass!" I said, now rendered to cussing my way out of this conversation. This man was aggravating my mood already.

"Do not anger yourself out, lady. I wish you to have a very special place under my command. And also, I know this will sound very strange coming from me, but I want you… soften the emotions of my son, Broly." I laughed.

"What a request! I am no nanny! I am a Saiyan! I do not have the time or desire to, and I quote, soften the emotions of your son! What else? You want me to become his mate or something? You want me to bear his children and you expect me to say yes to all of this? You are strangers! You know what I do to strangers, right? I kill them. I am the sole commander of my fate and you, of all people, shall not dictate my future!" I screamed, inches away from his face, now. I could feel the blood pumping inside my body and the veins in my neck were apparent. Paragus didn't seem impressed by any of what I said and I decided to punch him in the face, sending the older man into a nearby tree, uprooting it and caving in the ground. Some people underestimated us, female Saiyans, but it seemed that even men cowered in fear when they saw us on the battlefield. Paragus was no exception. I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at me. Then I felt a immense source of energy right behind me, flying at the speed of light, right towards my back. I heard someone feet on the ground and the steps grew closer to me. I knew he was here. Even though it wasn't the same aura as yesterday, the man standing behind me was unimaginably strong and presumably angry. I turned around and met a pair of deep, black orbs.

The man was so tall that I had to bend my neck to reach his gaze. His body was firm and big and his muscles were protuberant, like all Saiyans. His physical proportions were intimidating, but the worst was his eyes. They were soulless and hollow, but wore an angry and frustrate expression. The man's black hair fell on his shoulders and his bangs could hide some of the scars on his thick skin. The evil grin he wore on his face made his appearance much more troubling than it seemed. And there I was, a small-framed woman, before this monster. He seemed so pure, yes, but pure with darkness in his heart. For the first time in my life, I had been scared of a man. This was no ordinary man: he was a force of nature. He overwhelmed my glare and grabbed my shoulders and brought my face right in front of his. He made sure I couldn't move and then examined me, head to toe. His grip was crushing my bones and I winced. He smiled. "Let me go." I said to him. He smiled again and this time, he brought his face so close to mine that I gasped. The warm air he was breathing ran down my neck, making me shiver. His rough hands were gripping my arms and his chest was inches away from mine. I would not have him let any more of my personal space. I powered up and tried to free myself of his grasp. He laughed. "Puny woman." He then threw me on the ground and I jumped back, taking a fighting stance.

"What do you want from me? I will not ask again!" I said to him. This only amused him more. Paragus was now getting up, battered from the single blow I landed on him. He wasn't very strong, nor enduring, but he knew when to get up. "I suggest you stop making Broly angry, woman. You wouldn't like to know what he does to women who resist him, now, do you?" he taunted. I knew what men would do to women who struggled against their authority. They raped them, violated every single part of their conscience and made them slaves. I would not end like that. I promised my mother, long ago, that any man that tried to put his hands on me would perish by my own. This man had grazed and soiled the very last thing I had left of my own: my pride. I would have to make him pay for what he had done to me. Broly smiled again and this time, he was serious.

"You, woman, are my servant. If you fight me, you know what will happen." Was all Broly said, flying towards me, very slowly. I showed him my teeth, meaning in the Saiyan language to leave me alone or that I would bite his head off, just like the black widow. I had no choice but to comply right now, for I was outnumbered. I had the super Saiyan of legend and his father cornering me into a corner and I had no plan for the moment to get me out of this mess. I lowered my power and looked away from the monster standing before me. I didn't want him to look at me. I was back to square one.

"I think she shall do, Broly, don't you think? I've seen her fight. She's a good fighter with brute strength and an undying spirit. She shall serve you, my son, like the woman she is and she will obey your every command. That is her debt towards you for you saving her life." Said Paragus to his evil son. Broly chuckled and retired his presence from me. I had enough for one day. I crumbled down on the ground and I couldn't help myself but to scream in frustration as my jailor, Paragus, grabbed my arms and flew me to an abandoned castle atop of a mountain. I figured this is where they lived. When I arrived in the castle, servants and other aliens under the command of terror of Paragus showed me where I would live for the next part of my life, that I considered hell. I had closed the door of my apartments and cried in silence, thinking of my poor mother, who would be ashamed of me. I would spend a lot of time in this room during the day and at night, I would look up to the starry sky, wondering if destiny was now playing against me.

I had spent nearly six months like this, training, serving both Broly and Paragus and cursing their lives. I would think, everyday, about the ways I should use to kill that traitor Paragus, for he brought me here, in this nightmare. My days consisted of waking up in the morning, training, eating, serving Broly and Paragus, washing off in the evening and going to sleep. I had no one to talk about and I didn't have a single idea how to express my feelings without being beaten. I would often, at night, escape the castle and bathe in the lake water, into the moonlight. It was a real delight to do so, for when I had a tail, such an activity would prove to be personally forbidden. I enjoyed this part of my life where I would not worry about turning into an ugly, fat ape. I would then go back to the castle and go to sleep, without a sound. If they knew I went out of the castle, I would regret it, I knew. Serving Broly was like serving a rabid dog: always afraid this one would bite my head off, I did everything he wanted and I would thank him everyday, to my displeasure, for saving my life. Before long, I knew that it was Paragus who controlled Broly, entirely. Broly had, according to my observations, very limited self-control and when he was angry, which seemed to be all the time, he turned into a bloody savage and Paragus had to control him with witchcraft. Broly's powers and its extends were so great that only himself would be able to stop his angry rampages. Paragus wasn't dumb: he would control Broly by controlling his ability to surge his powers so that he wouldn't turn against his father. In a sense, I felt horrible for Broly, for after numerous reflections, I discovered that he was also a slave to Paragus's desires and plans.

After a year spending time alone, talking to no one but only when ordered to, I grew tired and took the initiative to try and talk to Broly, even though it was foolish. I knew very well that I would pay dearly for talking to such a dangerous person. One night, I took a stroll in the castle and I saw him struggling to keep his anger under control in a hollow corridor. He probably did something that day because his father, Paragus, ordered him to and he hasn't been able to refuse and thus, Paragus would have used magic and witchcraft to make him do his dirty chores. I felt sorry for the guy, but I felt angry towards him to not fight back his father's authority. He had such massive strength and immense power beyond belief, why couldn't he just break free? His hands were on the cold stonewalls and he was vocally trying to calm himself down, but to no avail. I looked from a dark corner who was the real Broly: a frustrated man living in a life he did not choose out of his own. In a sense, he was exactly like me. He was a prisoner of his own fate. I took a step into the moonlight and walked towards him. He quickly sensed my presence and turned his head towards me. His eyes couldn't say more: he wanted me gone. He was growling and shaking his head, like he wanted the voices in his mind to stop. "Broly, what's happening to you?" I asked him. He only answered with a threatening growl. I didn't listen to what my head was telling me and I walked closer.

Broly was, as I envisioned, a fairly minded person and what his head was telling him was to get rid of me for I had seen a moment of weakness. He walked towards me and grabbed my arms and surprisingly, I let him. I wanted him to know that I was defenceless and that he could do anything. Maybe that would calm him down. "What are you looking at?" he said to me, his dark eyes glimmering in the dark.

"I was only asking if you needed my assistance." I replied, petrified. I knew he would not hesitate to gash my throat, for he was a bloody assassin through and through. His nails ripped the flesh off of my arms and that seemed to have made him forget about his issues for a while. Little drips of blood fell on the floor and Broly, in a purely sadistic gesture, licked the falling blood off my arm and then licked his lips. He was mortifying or at least, he mortified me. Never mind what I said about him being a misunderstood creature: he was vile and evil.

"Quit your staring, woman, you're flushing already. What can scare you most, now? Me licking you blood, or you licking mine?" he asked. I had no idea what he meant and I had no desire to make him bleed, for it would ruin the perfect skin of his. Without a moment's hesitation, Broly grabbed my head and rammed it on his neck. I was so shocked I opened my mouth and that was exactly what he was looking for. He pressed harder and my teeth drew out the smallest prickles of blood in the crease of his neck. He seemed to have been in ecstasy for a moment. My mouth now tasted like metal and he smirked. "There, now, woman. Was that the first time you bit a man? What a peach you are." He said, putting me down on the ground. I was fazed. What did I just do? I mean, I never bit a man before and neither was I planning to do so.

"What did you make me do, Broly? What kind of ritual was that? I swear if you made me do…" I couldn't finish my sentence. Broly grabbed my shoulders and pinned me to the cold wall. He was grinning. His darks eyes met mine and I felt something was off with him. He was not the same as moments ago. "See, woman, Saiyans bite because it gives them pleasure. You're lucky this time for it is me who will be doing this." What happened next was so quick and yet so mesmerizing I also passed out. Broly lowered his head into my neck, opened his mouth, and sunk his teeth into the delicate skin of my neck area. I was afraid now, for it was the most memorable moment of my life. It felt so good I ran my fingers in the skin of his bare back. I wanted it to continue but at the same time, I wanted to rip his head off. I was battling the facts that it was the first time I've ever felt this close to a man, albeit a dangerous, sadistic one. When he released his grip, I fell on the ground and he laughed, simply adding: "Frail woman. Go to sleep and never talk of this." He said, walking away. Broly had violated my body for the last time, I promised to myself. I went back to my room and screamed violently against a pillow, screaming all the frustration inside of me away.