Book I: Fate's Fury

Chapter 3

She has been here for months now. She wasn't real sure about the time, but knew that it had to at least be six or seven. And she hadn't seen her sons in that whole time either. They wouldn't allow her to. That enraged her. She tried to escape a few times, but always stopped at the gate. She couldn't leave. Not without her boys. Her and the prince couldn't stand one another either, always verbally fighting with each other whenever they got in the vicinity of one another. Which amused the King, to the displeasure of both parties. The King always sent his son to collect her when she was requested at certain times, and he seemed to always enjoy the barbs and nasty words they would send each other. It made Gena so furious once that she threw a dagger at the man one time. He caught it, of course, before it buried itself in his chest. That had made him laugh also, to the disbelief of the others in the room. And all he said to that was:

"The little human has fire!"

She had stalked out, being trailed by that cocky ass prince.

Now she was standing on her balcony, contemplating whether or not to fling herself over onto the jagged rocks. It would put an end to many things, one of them being in the presence of that bastard Vegeta. Both of them! She walked closer to the railing, studying the expanse of black rocks miles below her. She wrapped her hands around the railing, watching the waves of the ocean that was shoved up to this part of the castle. Giving the royal family a false sense of security. And the belief that she couldn't escape. But they were wrong. There were many places she could escape back here, if it weren't for leaving her son's all alone on this godforsaken planet. She leaned a little further over, watching birds fly below her, landing on outcrops that held their nests. She studied the jagged, volcanic rock again, so tempted to just let her body plummet to her death.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

She straightened up, glaring at the man floating a few feet from her. Vegeta eyed her as she lifted her gaze to his, his face marred by a deep frown. She snorted a little, her eyes raking over him before stepping back. She turned away without a word, banging her balcony doors closed.

She was "summoned" to the throne room a few weeks later, the King wanting her special 'talent'. Whatever! It got her out of the damn bedroom. She walked in, not even paying attention to the people huddled on the other side of the room, apparently terrified this was going to be their last minutes. The King had her doing this for the last several months, to single out the one's she could 'see' would benefit the King. She stood beside the empty throne, the King sitting in the middle one and Vegeta on the other side. The King did the same thing he did every time he called her here. He gestured to the empty seat beside him, the one she was standing next to, and grunted.

"Please, have a seat child."

Gena glared at him, narrowed eyed. Exactly like every other time. She was not sitting in that damn chair! She was not a concubine. She was not a whore. And she wasn't going to sit beside the man as if she shared his bed. Fuck that! She turned away from him, taking a closer look at the group of people crowding the room below the steps. She jerked to attention when she saw a head of blue hair, her gaze zeroing in on the odd color. It couldn't be! She unconsciously took a step forward, ignoring the curious glances she was getting from the King and his son. She suddenly turned towards them, not caring if this was out of character.

"I'd like to choose a few people from this group to be my personal assistants," she stated. Gena ignored the surprised looks they sent her, lifting an eyebrow.

The King studied her for several minutes. She held his gaze, not looking away as the man assessed her to see if she was trying to pull something. He finally, slowly, nodded his head.

"Be my guest," he said quietly, waving his hand towards the people.

She turned back to the crowd, watching as they raised fearful eyes to her. She supposed she probably looked a little intimidating, especially with the outfit the King had her wearing to these stupid things. It was a one-piece dress. White, with slits up the front, showing her legs as she walked. A long, flowing white cape adorned it, draping over her shoulders and settling behind her on the floor. She didn't know why he had her wearing this getup, but it was better than what she'd seen some of his damn concubines wearing. They might as well have been naked. She slowly walked down the steps to the floor below, her eyes on that head of cerulean blue hair. She couldn't believe it! It was Bulma! She was standing beside her parents, her mouth pinched, her arms folded close to her chest. Bodies parted as Gena walked closer to them. She stopped beside the blue haired woman, sending a small smile to the woman's parents when they looked over at her.

"Come with me," Gena said softly, gesturing to Bulma and her parents. She turned, making her way towards the doors when she spotted another person that should be saved. She didn't stop, just grabbed cueball and kept walking. She didn't let go of him until they were on the outside of the room, letting him fall in with the others. She heard him question Bulma.

"Have we done something?" Krillin whispered fearfully. "Where are we going?"

"I don't know," Bulma whispered back. "What's your name?" she asked. Gena could hear the curiosity in her voice. Huh! They didn't know each other. Interesting.

Gena kept quiet, listening to them softly talk amongst themselves. They finally made it back to her room, and she ushered them in, quickly closing the doors behind her. She locked them, pausing in turning towards them. They were watching her fearfully, apparently because she locked the door. She cleared her throat, moving across the room and sitting in a chair.

"You all can sit wherever, you're safe here," she stated softly, watching them eye her warily before settling on the bed.

"Who are you," Bulma asked, crossing her arms.

Gena fought a smile, letting amusement cross her features. "I'm just like you, a prisoner as well."

The group looked around the room, before looking back at her. They sent her skeptical looks, clearly not believing her. She did chuckle at that.

"The King has use for my...gifts." She paused for a moment, "And he's set me up here, for me to be comfortable."

"What gifts?" Krillin asked, his brows furrowing.

Gena bit her lip, looking away for a moment. "Well, first off I know things I shouldn't. And..." she trailed off, a little embarrassed.

"And?" Bulma asked, scooting closer to her mother. The blond woman put an arm around her daughter's shoulders, sighing a little.

"And they want me to breed for them. Apparently because I produce strong, healthy offspring."

"How do they know that about you?" Mr. Briefs asked, his mustache twitching slightly.

Gena swallowed, staring at the ground for a moment before lifting heartbroken eyes to the group. "Because I already have two sons. They took them from me, to train them."

She took a shuddering breath. "I haven't seen either of them in months," she whispered, wiping a lone tear off her face.

It was quiet as the prisoners digested everything they were told. Gena finally stood, taking a key out of her pocket. She slowly walked towards them, meeting Bulma's eyes.

"Lock the door behind me," she commanded, handing Bulma the key. "Don't let anyone in."

Gena sighed slightly. "I have to get back. No one should bother you, since I'm under the protection of the King, and you all are now my personal assistants," she said with a slight smile.

"How come you chose us?" Krillin asked, swallowing a little when she looked over at him. "It's not that I'm complaining or anything, just...curious."

"I will explain soon Krillin," Gena said softly, ignoring the surprised look he sent her. "Please, get some rest. You're welcome to any room in these chambers."

She started walking towards the doors when she remembered something. "Oh, and Bulma," she waited for the woman to lift her shocked eyes to her before speaking again. "Don't let them know that you're a genius, not just yet. Your father either. It could be good, or bad...I'm not sure which, and I don't want to find out anytime soon so...keep it under wraps for now okay?"

She waited for all of them to nod before leaving the room, standing on the other side until she heard the click of the lock, before taking her time walking back to the throne room.

Things were the same as before when she walked in, a few minutes later. She ignored the suspicious glance Vegeta sent her, and took her place back on the side of the vacant throne. Her gaze scanned over the rest of the occupants, not seeing anyone else that she recognized. She saw Mr. Satan, but he wasn't really a concern. He would be recruited into the lower ranks of the militant, seeing as how he's one of the more powerful humans. The process of going through all those people was exhausting, and she sighed, for the umpteenth time that night, leaning against the stone seat.

"Can't take the pressure of delegations?" a voice taunted in her ear.

She looked over, not even bothering saying anything to the prince of assholes, just turned back to the dwindling group of people from earth. It was sad really. Being shipped to another planet like lambs to a slaughter, being forced into service, whether it be soldiers, chambermaids, or concubines. Exactly what happened to her and her sons. The only difference was that she was under the Kings protection, although how long that's going to last, she didn't know. But she was going to milk it for all it was worth, especially being able to tell this jerk off beside her exactly what she thought of him.

"Shut up idiot. I'm tired. I haven't ate today, and I don't like going through people like you go through bloodshed."

The prince was, surprisingly, quiet for awhile after that. Gena looked around half-halfheartedly again, jumping a little when a steaming plate of food was set before her. She glanced over at Vegeta, narrowing her eyes. He didn't pay no attention to her, seeming to ignore her. She wouldn't put it past him to 'accidentally' poison it. She caught the looks the earthlings were sending the plate in front of her, their eyes almost desperate with hunger. She pushed her plate away, her jaw clenching.

"Are you not going to eat child?" King Vegeta asked, shoveling more food into his mouth, not looking up from his plate.

Her jaw clenched even harder, and she shot daggers at his head. That seemed to make him finally look up, a brow raising at the look on her face.

"I will eat when they," she gestured to the prisoners, "get to. Until then, I'll starve."

She settled back in her seat, crossing her arms. She didn't look at either royalty pain in the ass at the table, just gestured for a little girl to come forward, pushing her plate towards her. The girl grabbed it and disappeared behind the adults. It only took around five minutes for plates to be passed around the people below them, another plate appearing before Gena, as hot as the last one was. She grunted, eying the group. Once she saw food in everyone's hand, then and only then did she pick up her fork and eat. She ignored the glance she saw Vegeta send her, the bastards could rot in hell for all she cared! Starving people like that! How barbaric! She ate slowly, therefore giving the people more time to eat below her, before she finally sat down her fork, not saying anything. She sighed inwardly this time as shuffling among the prisoners commenced, almost groaning out loud at the announcement that there was going to be another shipment coming in the morning. That meant she would have to get up at the crack of dawn. Again! Endure this grueling process again! Be in Vegeta's company...again! Shit! She resisted the urge to bang her head against the solid rock wall, therefore making her senseless. There's no telling what they would do to her while she was out. Probably try to get her with child while she didn't know it! Fuckers! So far they haven't pressured her too bad about that, although she knew the King was getting antsy. He could crow and grumble all he wanted! She wasn't warming no damn saiyan's bed.

After another three hours, they were finally done, and she dragged herself towards her room, pulling the key around her neck out as she sighed, unlocking the doors behind her and leaning against them. She ducked a moment later as a chair slammed against the doors, right where she had been standing. Bulma stood in front of her, holding two legs in her hands. Gena let out a chuckle, ignoring the knocking on her door.

"Open up! What was that ruckus!?" a guard asked from the other side of the door.

Gena saw Bulma's face go white, sending her a reassuring smile.

"Go the hell away! That was me you idiots! I'm pissed at that ape you call a prince!" she shouted, snickering softly at their cursing and badmouthing of her.

She really pissed a lot of saiyans off, talking about prince Vegeta like that. It didn't help that she tried stabbing their King. It was a good thing she was under the man's protection, or else...she pushed the thoughts away, focusing on the blue haired woman in front of her, still looking a little white. She put an arm around the woman, turning her towards the bed and sitting her down.

"Why did you do that?" Bulma asked, her voice quivering a little. "You could have easily sent me away for attacking you."

"Yes, I could have, but I didn't. I knew one of you would do that. It's instinctive to try to protect yourself, although I'm just glad you didn't build anything that would have fried my ass!" Gena said, chuckling.

She saw Bulma smile a little, although she could tell the gears were grinding behind those eyes. She sighed a little, shaking her head.

"Bulma, I'm on your side. I'm just as much a prisoner as you, the only difference is that I have the King's protection. Though for how long I don't know. Probably until I pop a baby out. Which isn't going to happen, so hopefully it will last awhile. And listen," she shifted a little, sitting on the floor. "This way you won't become a concubine, Krillin won't be drafted into the army, your parents won't be separated from each other..." Gena paused, letting out a deep sigh.

"Thank you," Bulma whispered.

Gena nodded, finally getting up and nudging the woman over, crawling in the bed and laying down.

"I'm so tired, and I have to get up at the crack of dawn again. Hell!" She looked at the blue haired woman, studying her for a moment. "Have you all got what you need?"

She saw the woman hesitate slightly before nodding.

"What?"

Bulma winced a little, her cheeks going red.

"Um...we didn't get to eat," she whispered.

Gena shot up out of bed with a "Shit!", and went and pulled a cord hanging from the ceiling by the door. She unlocked it a few minutes later at the knock. She instructed the guard to bring her a couple carts of food, before closing and locking it back. She didn't trust nobody in this castle.

About twenty minutes passed before another knock sounded, and four trays of food were rolled in. The doors were quickly closed and locked afterward. She stopped them from eating anything, taking a bite of everything before handing them each a plate that she knew wasn't poisoned. The group gave her looks of horror when she explained what she was doing.

"Well," she stated, taking a drink of the dark nectar that saiyans were so fond of. It tasted kind of like honey and nectar mixed together. It was actually really good. "I wouldn't put it past the prince to try something like that, seeing as how we hate each other." She shrugged off the sounds of outrage, already used to the man's antics.

They stayed up for a while, talking and learning about each other, before the group from earth finally stumbled towards whatever room they chose for themselves to sleep off the full belly and overload of information they had gained, thanks to Gena.

She stayed up a little while after listening to everyone else settle down in their beds, just thinking. She took another sip from her cup, finally setting it aside, choking back a sob as she thought about her boys, now going on six and three. What were they doing? Where were they at this moment? Would they even remember her, once she got a chance to see them again? If she ever got a chance to do that before her life was snuffed out. She held back a sob, swiping the tears off her face as she finally sank into sleep.

The sun made its debut a little sooner than she liked. Meaning Gena was in a foul mood the next morning from not enough sleep, and the crying. Her eyes were still slightly puffy, but she didn't care. She splashed her face with ice cold water, brushing her hair out before sighing and pulling the outfit she would wear to yet another 'cattle drive'. That's what she called these things. They all might as well be branded on the ass, the way the King and his son just...claimed the prisoners. Well, she thought, it could be worse. They could be standing in front of Frieza right now. Sighing again from exhaustion, she pulled the robin's egg blue dress over her head, this one coming with a furred jacket that flowed into a cape. It was actually nice. She liked this one more than the others actually. That was one of her favorite colors. She yanked her hair out from beneath the jacket, letting it fall freely behind her, not caring if the King didn't like it. Her hair was naturally curly, and at times it could be the most pain in the ass thing, but today it was actually behaving, not having as many tangles. She didn't bother with any of the cosmetics the King had put in here, didn't care for them. They were a pain in the ass anyways. She quickly donned the shoes, trying to be as quiet as she could as she left her rooms, locking the door behind her. She strolled through the halls, not paying attention to any of the soldiers walking through them, just leisurely making her way to the throne room. Again! Damn! She was getting to hate that room!

The shipment of prisoners were already there, shooting terrified glances at her when she walked in. She kept her face impassive, although she really wanted to wretch. "Shipment"! How vile! The King and his son finally came in, after leaving her and everyone else waiting a good twenty minutes. Crack of dawn my ass! She scowled at them, earning a smirk from the prince. She curled her lip slightly, looking back over the people standing below them. Some of them looked half starved, seeing as how its almost a three month journey from earth to Planet Vegetasei. She leaned over a little, catching the King's eye.

"Have they ate?"

The man scowled at her, apparently none too happy about her 'soft' heart. Ha! If he only knew! Gena watched him shake his head, frowning at the King. They eyed each other for several minutes, until King Vegeta sighed and signaled for them to bring the prisoner's food. A small smile appeared on her face.

"There's hope for you yet," she stated softly, seeing him turn sharply to her out of the corner of her eye. She ignored him, scanning the many faces in front of her. Her eyes narrowed a second later, thinking she saw someone she recognized. A sigh left her a moment later. She would have to wait until they stood before them, one by one.

The prisoners ate quickly, and another grueling day of herding commenced. She listened halfheartedly, not really paying attention unless she needed to. About halfway through, a woman was pushed forward, her long dark hair swinging behind her, her chin lifting a notch, even though it was quivering.

"You can be my personal maid," Gena stated quickly, before either Vegeta could say anything. "And," she continued, "your father can be my personal guard."

"Now Gena," the King chided, "We have sufficient guards enough."

She didn't say anything, just clenched her jaw. ChiChi's father walked up, his massive size making the royal's eyes widen a little.

"I see," The King said, staring at the Ox King for a moment before looking back at Gena. "Okay," he said softly, "You made a good choice."

Gena snorted. "I know," she stated firmly, before leading the two down the steps. They were quiet, following her. She stopped at her room, unlocking the doors and gesturing for them to go in. The Ox King had to duck to enter, but otherwise it went smoothly. ChiChi and Bulma actually knew each other, and they gasped when they saw one another, before running up to each other and hugging. She let Bulma give the two the news of what was happening, and quickly went back to the throne room, quietly taking her spot beside the vacant chair. It was uneventful after that, the prisoner's going to their designated areas and the King finally sighing and stating they were done for the day.

"Thank God," Gena muttered, quickly leaving and heading towards her rooms. There was excited chatter on the other side of the doors as she unlocked them, and quickly entered, not sure what they were talking about. The group looked up as she entered, but went back to their discussion within seconds. She grabbed her change of clothing, going into the bathroom. After taking a shower, to try to wake herself up, she changed and left, not bothering to ask one of the guards to shadow her. She really didn't care what these saiyans did, and didn't really care if one of them took a crack at her. A deep sigh escaped her as she made her way to the garden, the only place that seemed good on this whole damn planet. She took a deep breath of the intoxicating smells, the honey suckle and slightly bitter smell of grass. She sat after awhile, situated up against a tree that was standing on a large hill, overlooking the training grounds for the soldiers. She went here as often as she could, in hopes to getting a glimpse of her sons. Of course, the men and boys were too far away to get a good look at who was who. But she liked to sit here and watch, and pretend that the boy that just learned how to fly was her Dominic, or the one playing tag with some other toddlers was her youngest, Christian. It made pain lodge in her chest, a golf ball of emotion to stick in her throat, making it hard to breath sometimes. But she did it to calm her mind, to not think of the other option that was a good possibility...that they were dead. One of the boys started flying around the compound below, actually coming close enough for her to make out some features. Her heart skipped a beat, and her breath stuck in her throat. It looked like Dominic! She almost cried out. Almost. But refrained at the last second, settling back down on the ground slowly, clenching the fabric of her shirt, over her heart. It ached, from not seeing her sons for this long, for not getting to hold them in her arms. To think of them forgetting her. Her youngest was only three, an easy age to forget your parents if you're away from them long enough. A sob choked out, and she cursed herself, calling herself all kinds of a fool. If anyone, especially Vegeta, caught her up here crying, he would use that to ridicule her and cause her even more pain than he already does. She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. She stood after awhile, lifting her arms over her head, stretching for a moment before just becoming still, listening to the silence. The barracks down below had cleared out an hour ago, for chow time. Her stomach growled, but she ignored it, just stood there staring into the sky for a moment before turning and leaving, not bothering to look back. That would only be admitting that she had a slight hope of ever seeing her sons again, and she couldn't give herself that. Wouldn't allow it. The disappointment would kill her.

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