Last night's horror still crept inside like a venomous spider. Broly had truly terrified me for the last time. As I stood in the shower, my body still reacting to his disgustingly white teeth markings on my neck, I shivered. What if I couldn't beat this monster? What if my powers weren't enough to stop him? Would I be his slave for the rest of my life? Would I be the witness of my horrible destiny? I dare say not! I clenched my fists and bit my lip. If dying were the price to be free, I would gladly pull the knife on my neck. I got out and dressed to go to sleep. I let myself fall on the bed and couldn't help but to graze my fingers on the bite mark, on the most sensitive part of my neck. It was so sore and yet it didn't hurt as bad as yesterday. He had humiliated me, robbed me of my will and was going to pay for it. I had a plan.
When the sun's ray woke me up, I got dressed and wandered the castle while walking towards the dungeons, where I usually trained. It was damp and nasty, but nobody came here, so I assumed it was a safe place to develop my skills. But that morning, I had no intention of training. I slowly walked towards the dining room and saw Paragus, that lecherous traitor, sitting at the other end of it, talking to Broly, who seemed bored and even murderous towards his father. I walked towards them, looking Paragus straight in the eye. He stopped talking. "Kori, good morning, have a seat." He said, pointing at the chair besides Broly. I frowned. "No thank you, that won't be needing a chair." I pointed out. I grabbed an apple from the banquet lying right before me and looked at it very intensely. I looked at Broly and aggressively bit a chunk of apple, much like I would do to kill off my diner. He knew what this meant. I wasn't going to let him touch me ever again. He evilly smiled.
"Is there something you want, woman?" he continued. I smiled and gazed back at him. "I was wondering when you would have something planned for me. I have been here, doing nothing but serving you for the past year. I expect you did not bring me here to be a maid. What exactly are your plans for me?" I asked, not leaving any room for him to cut my conversation. He laughed and looked at Broly. He was about to say something to him but I sent a ki wave in his direction, making the entire room blow around me. Broly had grabbed his father's arm and swiftly pulled him in the air while the explosion lasted. He then quickly dropped him on the ground, Paragus now angry. "You wench! How dare you try to blow me up! I swear, if you try one single little bold move like the one you just pulled, I shall have your pretty head, do you understand?" It was now my turn laughing.
"Paragus, you old fool. What exactly do you want from me? I am a fighter, a survivor, not a servant woman. Look at me, you dumb monkey. You once told me I would be part of an army and that I would be the head of operations. I demand that position this instant or I will blow this planet to pieces, therefore making you and that bastard son of yours extinct." He smirked, but Broly wasn't very pleased with my threat. He gave me such a horrific, murderous look that even in this moment, I couldn't help but to back away a foot or two. Paragus laughed very loudly and his son, Broly, looked like his ears were bleeding. It seemed the very sound of his father's voice seemed to throw him off edge. He thought I was bluffing. I quickly pulled a hand on my neck and squeezed it, ready to put my life to an end. That's when Paragus stopped moving and froze, his hand in the air, trying to prevent me from pulling the plug on my life, which was a terrible sin in the Saiyan world. I knew it! He didn't care about the planet we were living on. He didn't care that any of his imaginary plans wouldn't come to life. He was afraid of what I might do to myself. Exactly as I thought: he didn't want me to die.
"Don't do this, you stupid selfish woman! Do not display the courage you naturally don't possess!" he screamed, both his of hands now in fists. This is where Paragus miscalculated. He needed me for something and I was desperate to learn what his reasons were. If I were so invaluable, he would not have kept me alive, all this time.
"I am match for any man, Paragus. Do not test my limits, old man. I am ready for death." I said, forming an energy blade and putting it to my jugular. I could feel the blood dripping down my arm as I pushed the blade further into the skin, making old Paragus flinch with unease. He was out of options. He couldn't stay on his decision for too long, now that I had a deep cut in my neck. "Do whatever you want, woman. I do not care weather or not you get killed on the battlefield or simply by another man's hand. I am a man of honour and you shall learn that soon enough." He then turned around to Broly, who seemed to get angrier by the minute. He was struggling, just like last night. His head was in turmoil by something, somehow. "My son, you will train her until she is ready to assume her new position. Do not kill her. Do you understand me?" said Paragus in the most controlled way, making his son, the great Saiyan of Legend, tremble with fury. He did not seemed to be liking his new assignment at all and I could see the blood dripping from his palms for his hands were clenched so tight. Paragus raised his arm and seemed to be holding the strangest instrument that made Broly much calmer, very fast. I turned around and left the two of them alone with their business, smirking my way back to the long corridor leading to my room. Seconds later, I could hear heavy footsteps behind me and someone grabbed my hair violently and rammed my body through the wall. The stone wall collapsed under the pressure and the man pulled me back up, taking another handful of my hair. His breathing was warm and alluring, but his touch was violent and vile.
"What a sly woman you are… You'll learn to enjoy all this time with me… unless you find suffering to be intolerable. I will make sure you live through everything I put you through, but barely enough so you can see how weak you really are. I will chew you up, spit you out and squash you like a bug. I will make you my bitch and this time, you won't enjoy it at all. I'll see you tomorrow, little woman." He said, his voice sending shivers up my spine. I ran to my room and locked the door shut. I cleaned my face and spent the entire day strengthening my core so that the next morning, my body would be ready for any blow he could throw at me. The training Paragus had put me through was the harshest thing I've ever experienced in my entire warrior life. I had scars from open wounds, several concussions, broken bones, energy drainage, mental breakdowns and foremost an injured pride after all of Broly's murder sessions. My body was broken, but my will was still burning strong. He kicked me around, sparred with me and almost killed me several times. The training sessions were from sunrise to sundown. It lasted a couple of weeks. Paragus deemed enough the time I had spent with his son and was ready to send me on missions, now.
One terrible night, during that time, I decided to sneak out of the castle and take a swim at the nearby lake, like I used to do. The moonlight was refreshing and the water seemed cold, but inviting. The night's air was warm and calm and I was about to put a naked feet in the water when I saw the most terrifying sight: Broly was standing at the other side of the lake and his black eyes were centred towards me. His white pants only covered his body and his hands were, surprisingly, not showing any sign of aggression towards me. I still had major injuries because of those and I wasn't ready to greet him in the dark. I froze. I knew I wasn't allowed to leave the castle at night and it was punishable by death. I froze like a helpless lamb before the lion and this one seemed to have been getting closer to me. His body hovered over the water, sending the faintest water rings across the lake. His power seemed so pure at the time that I let myself be washed by it. There he stood, now meters away from me, like he did back on Frieza's ship, almost a year ago. All of this time, I never felt this mysterious energy emanating from him, but on that night, Broly opened his energy to me. In the Saiyan world, opening up like Broly did could be represented as someone opening his inner fortress, his inner walls.
Broly continued to advance towards me as I let his energy flow through me. It felt so powerful and yet so subtle that I found it mesmerizing. His eyes wore a soft expression and his body language seemed to be inviting me to come closer. Was he… trying to get closer to me on purpose? I tensed up. What were his expectations? What was he waiting for? He had laid a trap and like a rabbit, I felt in it. I felt so helpless, but at the same time, I wanted him to get closer, somehow. Soon enough, Broly was hovering right in front of me, his chest almost grazing my face. He was so close I could feel the body heat coming from his skin. He had never been this close to me before. What was his deal? I tried to take a step back, but he silently stopped me by grabbing my leg. I gasped. Was he going to throw me to the ground, pummel me down until I felt no more? My instinct told me to close my eyes and wait for the pain. After a couple of seconds, I opened my eyes again to see Broly still standing, my leg in his hand still.
His gaze was now focused on that leg and he gently pulled up the fabric of my pants to reveal the slightest glimpse of skin. His hands were rough against my skin, but his touch was not at all stiff. He was acting so out of character it scared me. I tried to pull my leg back, but he grabbed the other one and opened up my legs. I felt so uncomfortable. I disgusted him, most of the time, so why was he doing this? He pulled me in the hair and grabbed my arms and pulled me towards him. I was breathing so fast and uncontrollably I thought I was in cardiac panic. He then pulled my head and put it right on his torso, near his heart. I always wondered if he ever had one, for he was so cruel and vile. His skin was very warm and I gasped as I heard a loud series of thumping. It was his beating heart. I was literally inches from his heart and it was beating very strongly. He held my body so close I could feel his strong legs against mine. I closed my eyes and enjoyed listening to this creature heart pounding in his chest. He was so accessible, all of a sudden; so open and so warm to the touch he seemed human.
"Woman, can you hear it? You always thought I lacked one." My hands now rested in his powerful chest. I wanted to explore the human, alive side of him. I didn't care for his evil, violent side anymore: this one was more enchanting and enticing. "What are you doing to me, Broly?" I asked him, breaking away from his grasp. He smirked.
"This is the only time where I can think for my own: at night, I can do anything I want. My father thinks he can control my powers, but that seems to cease at night, when he's asleep." I was shocked and my mouth opened. "Broly, you just told me something and with that a complete sentence." I said. He laughed very silently, almost like a whisper.
"It's hard to ever say something when my mind is not my own." Was all he replied. He then looked around my body and noticed the scars and the bruises he had put on it. This seemed to anger him. His teeth were showing and his breath was laboured. "It doesn't seem like I can stop this. But I want you to know that I would have spared you this if I had a choice." He said. His attitude changed completely: during the day he was a complete animal and at night, he was a normal functioning man. He had a disorder, which was for sure. As for myself, I was flabbergasted. I tried to push him away, but he held me back.
"Let go of me, Broly. I have no idea what's going on inside this think Saiyan skull, but this…" I pulled away my leg from him and landed on my feet, in front of him. "… Is not acceptable. If you wish to court me, do it the right way." I said, turning away from him, walking away. I was about to turn back and explain myself when I heard him laugh a little. I frowned and turned around. "What is funny to you?" I asked. His smile shimmered under the cold moonlight.
"Courting is unnecessary, little woman. I can tell I won you over, already. So spare me the details and offer yourself to me." He said, smirking. How rude! I gasped and turned my back again, this time for good. How pompous! How dare he! I wasn't attracted to him in the least bit and there he was, prancing and saying he owned my heart. He was cruel, wicked, dark and crude. I could I ever end up with such a primate? Never. I knew the old ways were now gone and that respect wasn't something to ask anymore, but I wouldn't tolerate this. I swiftly turned my head around and saw Broly walking slowly behind me, like a feline ready to pounce on its prey. The nerve of him! He was getting me really pumped now. He would not give up. Offer myself to him… What did he see me as, a plate of meat? And then it hit me. I smiled to myself. I had been so foolish. This was destiny. Broly was my way out of here. Broly was the only thing that truly scared Paragus and he was the only creature I knew that knew the location of the space pods, on this planet. I had to be smart here. I had a plan. I knew the man was still walking behind me like a creep. I took the opportunity to unbraid my long black locks and looked at him. His eyes were so deep and dark; they were so damn hard to read. What was he thinking right now? He stopped in his tracks and smiled, his eyes narrowing. He understood what this meant.
"Listen, I thought a little and the only way I could accept… this… I won't give up fighting. Martial arts have been part of my life since my birth and I will not give it up. I will make your life a living nightmare if you ever think that you can take it away from me." I said to him, making him laugh.
"Perfect." Was all he said, his tone now very dark. The next thing I knew was that he had grabbed me so swiftly and hard that I didn't have the time to protest. His mouth had grabbed the faintest glimpse of skin on my neck and I could feel his teeth sinking into it. This time, it was not pleasurable. It was a new kind of pain I've never experienced before and I perfectly knew what it was. He had put his mark on me, like a mating Saiyans did. Droplets of blood ran down my neck and I smiled. I kicked him in the stomach, putting all my strength into it, and he fell to the ground, surprised. I crawled down to him and put my hand to his neck, just like he did to me so many times in the past. He laid still and I pulled his head by his hair and bit his neck so hard I heard him grunt. I let his head fall on the ground and rose up, my body facing down on him. "Woman, I hope you can handle me." He said with a wide, creepy smirk plastered on his face.
"I should say the same to you. Actually, I am pretty satisfied with you for now, Broly. You are the only Saiyan who survived asking proposal to me. I hope you live long enough to give me a son." I said to him while he rose up to his feet. He put his hands on me and ripped part of my shirt away and I pulled his arms away from me.
"Don't you think you should be a little less of a prude if you want me to fertilize you, woman?" he said, now angry. "I can't do this right now, Broly."
"And why not?!" he screamed.
"Because I have to get up early tomorrow. I have a mission at sunrise and I am expected to kill many of Frieza's men that have landed to the southern part of this planet. After all, I am the military commander of your father's army. I need to be in perfect shape for this operation and quite surely I will need to recover after the traumatic incident that will be mating with you. Now, be gone. Let me get back before your father learns about you putting this mark on my neck." I said, flying back to the castle, to my room. The first phase of my plan was now in motion. I was mated to the most dangerous and the most powerful man in the universe. I just had to stretch, for the longest possible time, the period of time before conceiving and giving birth. I had to bring Paragus to my knees and to achieve this, I had to have his son, the legendary super Saiyan twirled around my finger.