Chapter 4
It only took a minute or 2 for her to get to the lobby at an easy run. She caught up to Jin just as he was mentally giving up on inventing an excuse for her. He sighed heavily in relief and thanked her for hurrying.
"Thank me? Thank you for covering for me again. I really needed it too," she said patting her stomach.
He laughed putting one hand behind his head a little sheepishly. He looked at her again and noticed some crumbs on the corner of her mouth and scattered across her chest. He gulped and looked away blushing. "Ah, you have some crumbs..." he mumbled. He reached out and brushed them away from her mouth. "Some on your uh...blouse, too." He looked away again blushing bright red.
She started when he touched her and mentally stopped her impulse to shove him away for invading her space. "Oh," she said quietly brushing them off her chest. Then with more vigor, "Close on. Thanks for noticing. That would have cost me, not to mention Von. What would I do without you?" she asked jokingly.
He just laughed again in response. She smiled at him one last time before mentally steeling herself. She closed her eyes and let out a long, slow controlled breath while putting on a disinterested, sour face. They turned the corner and walked into the most ornately decorated room on the entire station. It was full of richly colored tapestries and lavish, fluffy couches. There was a stylish well stocked bar at one end of the room where several important looking men sat surrounded by some of the girls who lived there of their own free will. Kakalina looked at them growling low in her throat when she noticed a certain blue skinned vixen among those doting on the men. She looked away and quickly scanned the rest of the people there, looking up briefly to see a group of men on the balcony overlooking the scene surrounded by more flirting girls. Though many of them looked dangerous enough to warrant calling her to the lobby she did not sense malice coming from any of them.
It was her and Kamala's unfortunate role to be given to the strongest and most brutal of the station's patrons, soldiers and mercenaries usually, men that would kill any of the other girls here, slave and willing alike. Because of their strength and tough Saiyan bodies they usually only got slight injuries and when they were severe enough they were put in the rejuvenation tanks and would be good as new within hours. This was the only thing that worked to their benefit in their lives there. Kamala even looked at it as a sort of training because every time either of them was put in the tanks they came out that much stronger, though they keep that as quiet as possible.
They had become something of a commodity to the proprietor of the establishment. When they had been small children Klep had bought them dirt cheap from some slavers for manual labor. He forgot about them after that resolving to let them mature a little before putting them to their eventual use. Then about 7 years later it came to his attention that they, the younger one be specific, had nearly killed one of his guards for touching her. He had roughed her up quite a bit before she creamed him, but didn't shed a single tear or complain about the pain at all, even though she was only about 12 years old at the time. When she was brought to him she just stood there proudly, looking him right in the face without a trace of fear, and boldly demanded he get her punishment over with so she could get him out of her sight.
It was then the idea formed in his twisted mind to put them to work a little sooner than he had initially planned. They had already matured nicely. You could barely tell they were under the legal age because of their heavily muscular and defined physiques. They had fought it at first, causing him more than a little trouble. Then one of his guards had made an accidental, but incredibly clever deduction that secured their cooperation from then on. He had probably been joking, but one night said the little brats reminded him of how vulgar and violent the Saiyans had been. Then it had dawned on him. He had bought them half a year after the Saiyan homeworld had been destroyed. It fit perfectly; their looks, their manner, not to mention their unusual strength. He didn't know how the two young girls had escaped the disaster, but he was going to use it to his benefit. He had heard Lord Freeza was looking for any remaining Saiyans to employ in his army, but the business man knew better. His inner circles informed him about the truth of Freeza and the Saiyan homeworld and that now the tyrant was conducting a Saiyan man hunt, so to speak, across the galaxy. As soon as he threatened them with revealing their existence to the mighty Lord Freeza the brats shut up and started following orders. That's not to say they didn't still cause trouble, but when it got to be too much he just renewed his threats which could usually guarantee him at least a few months without any guards being injured.
Kakalina continued to search for the meanest looking ass in the room and finally spotted a muscular man dressed in grade A fighting armor in the corner eyeing her hungrily. She couldn't help but shudder internally, but stood firm outwardly. She intensified her battle face, the coldest, most disinterested look she could muster, and started to walk toward him as proudly as possible. Klep spotted her and grinned. He leaned toward the man and informed him that that was indeed the lovely young lady that would be taking care of him today. He also reminded him not to take her at face value and to keep an eye on her. She was a wily one and stronger than she looked.
"Good, I like it when they fight back," the muscle bound brute replied, not taking his eyes off her beautiful, sleek body. He got up slowly as she reached him, not knowing her excellent hearing had picked up their entire conversation.
"Take our guest to the Velvet Suite," Klep said to her. She merely turned on her heel and walked away without a word, walking as stiffly and quickly as possible as he followed in her wake.
Above her a young man watched their exchange with interest. He had noticed her from the moment she had entered the room taking in everything about her. He took note of her not only because of her unusually high power level, but also because of the way she had looked at the women fawning over the men at the bar and on the balcony. She had looked up so briefly she had not noticed his intent stare. Typically, he hated these visits to pleasure planets. He understood they were necessary, not only to release his frustration once in awhile, but also to keep up his bad ass persona with the other soldiers he was forced to deal with on a somewhat regular basis. Regardless, they always left a bad taste in his mouth. He had never been to this brothel before and was glad to see there might actually be something here worthy of his attention. He smirked remembering the way she proudly strode over to the man who had obviously bought her for the morning. A proud slave girl! His loins tightened slightly as he remembered her figure. She was not a weak twig like every other whore he had ever had. And her face, though she had twisted it into a look of contempt and not so subtle hatred, was damn near angelic. Yes, he would have to investigate this further. He chuckled softly to himself.
"What's up Vegeta? Someone finally caught your eye?" Nappa called from the middle of a gaggle of giggling girls. Vegeta's smirk faltered as he looked at the pathetic sight of his first officer.
"You could say that," was all he said before heading downstairs to speak with the owner.