Book I: Fate's Fury

Chapter 4

There was a commotion outside a few weeks later, causing everyone to pour out of the castle, leaving the interior amazingly silent. Gena didn't mind, that meant people would leave her alone. Besides, she didn't give a rats ass what was happening outside. She strolled down the corridors, going around a corner. Someone slammed into her, head first.

"Holy Hell!" she shouted, holding her head. She kept her eyes closed, to lessen the pain. She heard someone moving in front of her.

"Watch where you're going, concubine!"

Gena's eyes popped open. "Do I look like a fucking concubine to you, you little shit!?" She glared at the boy in front of her, resisting the urge to punch him in his face.

"I don't care how you earn your keep, just remember to address me in the proper manner woman."

"Oh that sounds familiar!" She said sarcastically, getting to her feet. She shot daggers at the boy, ignoring his little nose in the air.

"You better watch it!" she exclaimed, smirking a little when he narrowed his eyes. "You'll drown if your nose is that high when it rains," a snort of laughter came out as his eyes widened.

"Now we wouldn't want that, would we high and mighty?" she snickered at the look on the boys' face. His fists clenched at his sides.

"And for your information, I do not spread my legs to earn my keep you little fucker! Now YOU watch where you're going next time you little twerp!"

Gena went to walk around the teen when there was chuckling behind her. She turned, narrowing her eyes. The King and Vegeta were standing behind them, apparently listening to the whole thing. Just her luck, dammit! And here she was having a good day! It was gone now! She snorted, before turning back around and stocking off, grumbling to herself.


The boy was there when she sat down for dinner, having just come from her room. She had ordered even more food, tasting every dish before letting the others eat it. ChiChi and the Ox King had watched her, apparently knowing what she was doing, thanks to Bulma. When all was deemed safe, she left them to dine, a little full from all the damn food she just tasted. Now she wasn't even hungry. She grumbled a little, moving her food around on her plate. Her brows furrowed, thinking that she seriously should have just stayed in her damn rooms, instead of in here, with people she didn't even like! Why did she even bother!?

"Why are you wasting food!?" Vegeta snapped across from her. Yeah, she had gotten the short straw, having the damn annoying man sitting in front of her. Dammit!

"Because I can't stand eating it while looking at your ugly face!" she snapped back, glaring at the man.

Someone sputtered their drink loudly, causing everyone to look over. It was the boy from the hallway, who she now knew as being Tarble, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand while looking between her and Vegeta. They finally rested on the prince.

"You let her talk to you like that brother!?" he squeaked, his eyes wide. His mouth hung open a little, apparently in shock she actually talked to Vegeta like the ass he is.

"Of course I do," Gena piped up, "He deserves it for being such an ass!"

Vegeta growled across from her, and she smirked at him, before getting up and leaving the room. Screw them! She wasn't going to be in their company any longer than necessary.

She ran into Kakkarot on the way back, the first time since their first meeting, when she had been chained. He gave her a small smile, his face not so hostile now.

"So..." he said after a few pleasantries. "How have you been doing?"

Translation: Have you decided to breed!?

Gena scowled at him, frowning for a moment before walking around him.

"NO," she stated, "I haven't let none of these animals touch me!"

The man didn't say anything, just trailed her back to her room. She glanced back at him, giving him a questioning look. He raised a brow.

"Just escorting you safely to your room. Word is that your fixing to lose your head," he said simply, clasping his hands behind him as he walked.

Gena rolled her eyes, uncaring. "Oh Joy! I see everyone loves me! Not!"

Kakkarot actually sent her a smile at that, and the man's smile was as catching as when he was Goku. She smiled back, turning back to her room. She unlocked it, pausing when the tall saiyan seemed to hesitate.

"Yes?" she asked, holding the door open just enough for her body. She waited.

"Just be careful okay? Especially what you say about the prince. There's a few who would stab you...in...the...ba..."

The man trailed off, his eyes a little wide. Kakkarot was staring behind her, and Gena turned to see what was so spellbinding. She resisted the urge to burst out laughing. ChiChi was standing behind her, holding a cup. She seemed to stare at Kakkarot too, before Gena cleared her throat. She hid a smile as ChiChi blushed a deep red, mumbling something before heading across the room. Gena looked back at the tall saiyan. His eyes had followed the brunette, moving his body closer to the door as she disappeared around it. He leaned in, almost invading Gena's personal space, until she cleared her throat again. Loudly! She smirked at the look on his face, before he seemed to come out of it, clearing his own throat and looking away. He seemed to fidget for a moment before finally finding his voice.

"Just be careful okay?" he said softly, before stalking off, his hands clasped again behind his back. He went around the corner, and she let a chuckle escape, shaking her head.

Apparently in any time line, certain couples stay true to one another. Now to think of a way for Bulma and Vegeta to meet, and it will start feeling a little like the world that she knew.


She came up with a plan a few days later, excitement going through her at those two finally meeting. Okay! She knew sparks flew and they basically shouted at each other for the first like...two years, but still! They needed to meet! She dressed for yet another assembling of herding, this time choosing a light rose colored outfit, this one similar to the others but for one thing. Instead of a flowing cape at the shoulders, the back dipped low, excess fabric trailing in a short train at the lower back, where the show of skin stopped. It was the most revealing, and the one she was the most uncomfortable with. But she didn't have any others, the King had only provided her three! And secretly, she suspected him of doing that so she would wear this damn dress more often than she actually would. Dammit! She put her hair in a bun this time, figuring if the King wanted her to give him a heart attack, she would oblige him. And hopefully he will for real! Along with his son! Then she could get her boys and go home. She quickly left the room, strolling quickly to that damn throne room. Man! She wanted to burn it down sometimes! Everyone was already there when she arrived, the royal pains in the asses already in their seats, the prisoners already lined up by how they would be pulled forward. It got silent as she walked in. She ignored it, along with the gasps of some when they caught sight of the exposed skin. She didn't say a word, just took her usual spot, automatically scanning the faces for anyone she recognized. Again...no one. She let her body relax somewhat, finally looking over at the King as he stayed silent. He was studying her, along with his son. She scowled at both of them.

"So are we going to start the chopping block, or what!?" Gena said loudly, immediately regretting her words as she heard some prisoners cry out in fear.

She faced forward, making sure her face was impassive. One of the men from the back was pulled in front of everyone, and she watched him fight with everything he had, but apparently he was too weakened by hunger and being cramped into such a confined space. She recognized him, underneath all the dirt and filth. It was Yamcha. She swallowed, trepidation going through her. The man was pulled up onto the little block, where the prisoners stood for determination of where they were placed.

"This here man is a thief! We should give him as a punching bag to the militia."

She could see the creeping fear in the scarred man's eyes, feeling a little sorry for him. She saw the King look at her out of the corner of her eye. She didn't bother looking at him, just slowly strolled forward until she was face to face with the warrior. She sent the soldiers a look, and they moved away, returning to the side wall, watching the prisoners. She returned her gaze to Yamcha, watching him lift his chin, still fearful his life would end within minutes. She leaned forward, ignoring the smell coming off him. She bent towards his ear, speaking softly.

"What did you steal?" she whispered, her voice low.

She heard him swallow, his breathing labored as he stuttered his answer.

"Ss...some bb...bread," he choked out, fear coating his words.

Gena straightened back up, grunting a little. "Thought so," she said softly, keeping her arms clasped behind her.

"And are you hungry enough to steal food again?" she asked gently, watching as the blood seemed to drain from the warriors face. He started furiously shaking his head.

"It's okay," she whispered, "You won't be punished for your honesty."

She watched the man swallow with difficulty, keeping his eyes on her as if he was trusting her to keep her word, and very slowly, barely nodded his head.

Gena sighed, studying the man for a moment before looking over at the soldiers, glaring at them until they started squirming, before doing an about face.

"Follow me," she commanded, walking towards the doors. She didn't look back to see if the man followed, she could hear him scrambling after her, his breathing labored with fear. They topped the stairs, and she quickly made it to her room, unlocking it and ushering the scarred warrior into the room. She was met by the whole group, who immediately took this other prisoner in, one they were all familiar with.

"Oh my God!" Yamcha whispered when he caught sight of the whole group, tears slowly streaming down his face. Gena watched him swallow, before collapsing onto the floor. She went over and pulled the cord, shouting "FOOD" when there was a knock on the door minutes later. She wasn't worried about dirt on the floor or on the furniture. Didn't care. They helped the man to his feet, sitting him down. They all talked amongst themselves for several minutes, before there was another knock on the door. She quickly pulled the several carts of food in, doing a quick taste test before leaving them with instructions to let him eat as much as he wanted, then show him the bath.

Gena made her way back to the throne room, not saying a word. She could feel the curious stares of Vegeta, but didn't spare his ass a glance. She did what she was supposed to do, help with the choosing and if anyone was seen as a potential threat, before letting her shoulders sag a little as she walked out. She swung her elbow back when she felt a hand on her lower back. On her skin. It was caught with a resounding smack, both of them eying each other before Vegeta finally moved away, his gaze raking over her. It made her narrow her eyes at him. Well, even more than usual.

"Don't touch me!" she snapped, turning to leave. He grabbed her arm, holding her immobile. Because lets face it! He was stronger!

Gena watched the prince move to stand in front of her, his body way too close for her comfort. She took a step back, glaring daggers at the man.

Vegeta smirked at the movement, letting his hand fall from her arm.

"What do you want?" she asked, very agitated. The skin on her lower back was still burning from where he touched. She frowned. Probably trying to burn off from the contact! Vegeta studied her for a few moments, making her growl a little in frustration.

"Have you decided to breed yet woman?" the prince asked quietly, his voice low.

Gena furrowed her brows, a little shiver going through her. What the hell!? She pressed her lips together, her lip curling slightly at his unwavering gaze.

"No! And I'm not going to!"

She went to go around him, just for him to stop her yet again. She let out a breath, clenching her jaw.

"What the hell do you want!?"

"That's a loaded question Onna," Vegeta stated quietly, seeming to watch for her reaction.

Gena let out a sound of disgust, barely glancing at him before wrenching her arm away. She paused after a moment, thinking. Would this be a good time to introduce him and Bulma!? She turned, studying the prince behind her. He smirked, raising a brow. Gena ignored it.

"Actually," she took a step towards him. "I have someone I want you to meet," she stated softly, a smirk of her own appearing at his furrowed brows. She turned and started walking away.

She looked back when she didn't hear him following. She paused, sighing. He was still in the same spot, watching her with narrowed eyes, seeming to be all kinds of suspicious. She snickered slightly.

"Well," she said a little loud. "Are you coming or not?"

She turned and started walking towards her room, listening to him mutter behind her.

"Not yet," the prince whispered, before the sounds of his footsteps joined hers along the hallway.

She ignored the little remark, figuring this man will forever be an ass, and that comment just proved it.

They made it to her chamber doors, thankfully not getting into any more verbal sparring matches, before she unlocked the door, and peaked in. Bulma was sitting in a chair by the balcony, and everyone else seemed to be asleep. Gena felt a small smile appear. It couldn't have been more perfect! She felt the prince's presence at her back, and quickly went into the room, trying to get away from him. She opened it wider, silently inviting the prince into the room, before shutting it behind her. She walked up to Bulma, who hadn't turned, and touched her shoulder. The woman sighed, slowly turning. Gena smiled at her, before straightening back up.

"Bulma, this is Vegeta," she said softly, watching as the blue haired woman's eyes went to the man, then back to her. Gena turned slightly, looking at the prince briefly before looking towards the wall. "Vegeta. Bulma," her voice was a little more clipped with him, the frown returning to her face. She walked away, letting her hair down as she made her way towards the bathroom, hoping those two didn't start a fight that would wake the whole damn castle up. It was silent in the other room, which was a little puzzling, and she shrugged before starting a bath. Gena soaked for a long time, letting the warmth relax her muscles and letting her mind drift for awhile. She finally got out, sighing in relief as she wrung the water out of her hair. She towel dried it enough that it wasn't dripping water, and changed into her night clothes. The small lamp Bulma had on earlier was out, and there was no sign of either the blue haired woman, or the prince. Gena grunted, briefly wandering if they were sleeping together, before shrugging and opening the balcony doors. She closed her eyes as a wind blew in, whipping her hair behind her. She sighed, before opening her eyes again and stepping out onto the balcony. She folded her arms, gazing out onto the ocean. A bright moon resided in the sky, a red ring around it. Her brows narrowed. She'd never seen the moon like that, not the whole time she had been here! She tilted her head a little, narrowing her eyes. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the rail as she continued to study the weird colored moon, wandering why it was so different now. She finally closed her eyes, dismissing it. It didn't concern her, so she wasn't going to worry about it. She sighed, letting her head lower, her hair falling forward to shade her face. She watched the water burst on the rocks below, the black surface somehow seeming to shine in the moonlight. It was actually pretty, and she watched it for awhile, the sound sort of lulling her after a length of time, and she seemed to come to, straightening abruptly and turning to go into her rooms. She froze. Vegeta was there, leaning up against the archway. She furrowed her brows, slightly confused.

"I thought you...had left," she said softly, frowning a little.

"Wanting rid of me?" he asked softly, straightening from his relaxed pose.

"Yes."

A dark chuckle came from the prince. "Now I know why my father enjoys having you around," he stated, walking out onto the balcony, sort of crowding her space.

She discretely moved away from him, crossing her arms. Apparently it wasn't too unnoticeable, since Vegeta smirked when she finally faced him.

"Oh yeah. And why's that?" she asked, listening to the silence as the man seemed to study her.

"You're honest," he admitted, crossing his own arms and leaning back against the rail.

They stayed in silence for awhile, until Vegeta moved, facing the moon. He seemed transfixed by it, the quietness around them lengthening until she was ready to just enter her rooms and shut the door on the prince, when he spoke.

"Blood red," he whispered, his body still for a moment before he finally looked back at her.

"When that moon starts to turn blood red," he said softly, his voice almost mesmerizing. "You need to stay indoors. You and your friends," he advised, watching her intently.

"Why?" she asked softly, honestly curious, instead of her usual attempt to get on his nerves.

He didn't answer, just turned back towards the red rimmed planet above them. "Just trust me," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Gena felt a small laugh escape. "Me! Trust you!? That'll be the day!"

Vegeta suddenly moved, and he was right in her face, his gaze holding hers as he spoke.

"I am not," he growled through clenched teeth, his tone furious. "trying to tell you what to do woman! I am advising you."

The prince stepped back a little, but was still only inches from her face. "Unless you desire to die, I suggest you and your little entourage in there stay indoors when that," he pointed behind him, his eyes still holding hers. "becomes blood red."

"Again why?" Gena asked, her voice soft. "I honestly want to know. So I'll have an idea in the future of what I should do when it happens again."

"The blood red moon triggers the mating response in the male saiyans' olfactory system," Vegeta said firmly, studying the woman in front of him. "They will try to find an un-mated female, and if the woman's pheromones coincide with the males senses, then they will stop at almost nothing to mate with the woman."

Silence fell between them for several minutes, until Vegeta's low tone had Gena looking back at him.

"But there's always those who take, no matter what. And that's why," he seemed to move closer, and Gena swallowed, meeting his eyes. "I would think it was wise for you and those other females in there stay in their rooms, for the whole duration of the blood red moon."

Gena didn't say anything, a little shiver going through her as she absorbed his words, making her bite her lip. Her gaze strayed to the moon, watching it for a moment before looking at Vegeta again. She nodded her head slightly before going into her room, closing the balcony doors behind her, firmly shutting the prince out.


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