Unrelenting: Not yielding in strength, severity, or determination

Book I: Fate's Fury

Chapter 7

The prince spent the next few nights in her room, settled deep in the chair by the balcony. She knew that couldn't be comfortable, and finally told him to pick one of the beds in the connecting rooms. He denied the offer, crossing his arms and ankles, narrowing his eyes at her. Gena rolled her eyes at the idiot, before slightly shrugging and walking away. It wasn't her problem if he woke up with a crick in his neck in the morning. Stupid man! Their arguing continued, but now it was more out of boredom than hatred, which from the way the man has been acting lately, she didn't think he felt for her now. She grunted to herself, grabbing a change of clothes and heading for the shower before he did, and taking all the hot water again! When she snapped at him about it, he had just smirked down at her.

"We could always share," he suggested, his voice low.

Gena narrowed her eyes on him, frowning before looking him up and down.

"Pig!" she stated loudly, enjoying the frown that appeared on his face, before going around him into the bathroom, firmly slamming the door.

That was just the first of sexual innuendos, the prince seeming to make it a game to turn everything she said into something that its not. And he argued with her constantly! Like he was a child or something. She snorted to herself at that, thinking of when he had came out that day from the shower, just a towel wrapped around his waist. He had seemed not to know she was awake, the damn thing riding low on his hips as he grabbed a fresh change of clothes. He hadn't glanced at her as he went back into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. No, he was definitely not a child! At least his body wasn't! His mouth, however. God! The man was making her crazy, always having something smart to say all the time. And he acts like he enjoys it too! Figures!

Gena sighed, trying to focus on her book and not the man sitting across the room. The prince was infuriating her to the point of distraction! She scowled, rereading the same chapter again, finally closing the book. She had no idea what she just read. She threw it on the bed, scooting down until she lay flat, staring at the ceiling. A moment later the bed moved, and she looked over. She watched Vegeta sit on the end, picking up the book she just discarded, furrowing his brows as he read the title.

"Shadow Fever," the prince mumbled, grunting and laying it back down. He looked over at her. She raised a brow as he stayed silent.

"You ready to leave?" he asked softly, his face giving nothing of what he was thinking away.

Gena raised a brow, glancing at the chamber doors before looking back at the prince. "Is it safe," she asked, not moving from her position.

Vegeta studied her for several minutes, before scooting beside her on the bed. He glanced down at her when she turned her head to study him. She looked at him expectantly when he stayed silent. He looked away, studying the wall.

"No one will touch you," he stated in a gruff voice, propping a leg up, setting an arm on his knee.

"How do you know that," she asked softly, waiting for him to look back at her before finishing her sentence. "if your people want me dead."

He held her gaze, the only sound in the room was the slight wind seeping in through the cracks between the balcony doors and the stone. Vegeta suddenly swooped down, his face inches from hers. He watched her eyes widen.

"No one," he growled softly, "will touch you."

They studied one another, the prince's black eyes taking up her whole world, before he glanced down at her mouth. Gena furrowed her brows, moving her head to look towards the opposite wall. Neither said anything else, silence heavy between them. She gasped in surprise a moment later at the feel of the prince burying his face in her neck, taking a deep breath. She swallowed, staying still as his chest moved to within an inch of hers, his hand resting on the other side of her body. She stared at the ceiling in confusion, wandering why he was copying the same actions he did when the red moon was creeping up on them, when she had gotten away from Raditz! There wasn't a damn red moon anymore, so what was making him do this!? The man didn't even like her! Well...she swallowed again when she felt his lips on her neck, goosebumps rising on her skin...maybe he didn't hate her so much anymore. Gena closed her eyes, waiting for the man to move away. They popped open a moment later at the feel of his lips on hers, softly grazing her mouth. Her eyes were wide as they met his own lowered ones, silently questioning him. The prince didn't say anything, just captured her mouth in a full kiss, his tongue swooping in. A whimper escaped her, and she heard an answering growl from the prince, still leaning over her and ravishing her mouth. He seemed to get even more aroused as he grabbed her hair and gently yanked, arching her neck to deepen the kiss. Oh God! Her hands came up and settled on his arms, not even thinking of what she was doing. It'd been so long! She couldn't even remember what it felt like to be with anyone, let alone someone as passionate as the prince seemed to be. She gasped for breath when he finally moved, trailing open mouthed kisses down her neck. Gena slowly opened her eyes, studying the ceiling for a moment. Was he doing this to try to get her to mate with him!? Fuck! She swallowed, pushing on the man's shoulders as a little fear went through her. Vegeta finally lifted his head, staring down at her. He seemed to search her face before moving back, quickly getting off the bed and stalking to the other side of the room. He reached the chair before she even sat up, still a little flustered. She smoothed her hair back, biting her lip as she watched the prince don his cape, having been sitting folded on the seat of the chair. He didn't look at her, just sighed a little before turning and strolling to the doors. He grabbed the handle, finally glancing back at her as he opened it.

"Like I said," Vegeta stated in a tone devoid of emotion, "no one will touch you."

Gena was left staring at the doors as he left, wandering what the hell just happened, and why the prince was so protective of her all of a sudden.

She came down at dinner, her eyes watching warily, wandering if someone was going to jump her. According to what Vegeta told her when they were holed up in her room, the saiyans wanted her dead, even more now than before. She sighed. It didn't look like she was going to get to see her sons before she died after all. Everyone was talking amongst one another when she got to the supper room, but halted as she walked in. She could see some of them eying her, and ignored it. She took her usual seat, across from the prince. A plate of food appeared in front of her as people slowly started talking again. Most were still staring at her. She could feel their eyes boring into her. Most of all the Kings'. Gena sighed, picking up her fork. Before she could even move her utensil towards the plate, it was snatched away from her. She jerked her head up in surprise. Kakkarot stood at her shoulder, looking down at her with narrowed eyes. She settled puzzled eyes on him.

"What are you doing?" she asked, watching as he forked some into his mouth. It was silent as he chewed, finally lowering it back down in front of her. He studied her for a moment.

"It's not poisoned," he stated softly, watching her eyes go round.

Gena could feel her face go ashen, and she stared at the tall saiyan behind her, speechless. She knew she did it when her food came to her room, tasting it for poison from the prince, but in the back of her mind, she always knew that he wouldn't kill her, maybe just put enough to make her sick. Now one of her friends, one she did not want to see anything happen to, was tasting her food for damn poison!

"Don't do that again!" she stated loudly, narrowing her eyes.

She watched him quirk a brow, his gaze focused on her in silent question.

"You are not tasting my food again for poison," she said, "You are not getting poisoned because of me!"

"But-"

"I said don't! If you argue with me, I'll just take my meals in my room, before you can try that little stunt again."

No one said anything, and Kakkarot studied her in silence for several minutes, before slowly nodding, his face grim. She wasn't stupid, if the man wanted to take it upon himself to be her taste tester, he would find a way to do it. Dammit! Gena frowned, laying her fork down. She wasn't even hungry now. She scooted her chair back, ignoring the King's question, and made her way back to her room.

She found out from her friends that Frieza had hightailed it out of there when he regained consciousness, mad as hell! He lost three things that night. His pride and firm hold on the saiyan empire, and her. Apparently he wanted to use her to make himself more powerful. Well, Duh! She could have told them that! Most lower level saiyans stayed away from her, going as far as moving out of the way when she was coming down the hall. It annoyed her. They acted like she was going to use magic on them or something! Idiots! The higher levels, however, tried to test her whenever they thought they could get away with it. They would throw ki blasts at her, just to see what she would do. She skirted them for the most part, what with them being just a ball of static mostly, hardly anything behind them. The most those blasts would have done was blackened her clothing. This pissed her off! What the hell!? Why do they think she would fight them? She was human! She wouldn't stand a chance against a damn saiyan child! She scoffed at the men, grinding her teeth as she felt them studying her as she crossed the courtyard, heading for the side door leading into the kitchen. She hadn't ate much in the past few weeks, always a little apprehensive about them poisoning her. She ignored the kitchen staff eying her as she stepped in, heading for the ice box. She grabbed a hunk of cheese and some bread, grabbing a jug of nectar and making her way to her room, ignoring the looks some of them were giving her. She locked herself in, ignoring the knock that came around dinner time. The person knocked again, but she just put a pillow over her head, after eating and finishing the jug of sweet juice. She soon fell asleep, her dreams making her whimper in the silent room, her body jerking every now and then.

She was standing out in the courtyard, staring up at the sky in horror. Frieza had returned, and his spaceship was stationed just above their moon, visible for all to see. A massive purple ball of energy was taking up the sky, almost the same size as Vegetasei's moon. There were thousands standing around her, staring in horror as well. She swallowed, looking around. She didn't see any of her friends, just a sea of black hair and olive skin. She was suddenly whirled around, the grasp on her arm bruising. "You did this! You're the cause!" someone shouted right in her face, making her wince. She looked up, her eyes widening. Bardock, Kakkarots father! Why was he accusing her of something that damn lizard was doing? "I-" She didn't get a chance to finish, as the man pushed her back, making her trip and fall in the red dirt. It billowed around her, making her cough. The saiyan stepped up to her, glaring down at her in rage. His arms raised to his sides, his hands balling into fists. "If you had went with him to begin with, we wouldn't be doomed right about now!" he shouted at her, a snarl coming from the man. Others around them were gathering around, silently agreeing with his words. "That's not true!" she tried to explain, trying to reason with them, that this most likely would have happened with or without her going with the lizard."Shut up! You fucking human!" the man shouted, shooting his hand out. Her eyes widened. Her gaze stayed on the raised hand, waiting for the blast to hit her. She knew she wouldn't be able to stop it. A hand shot out, grabbing Bardocks' arm. She blinked, looking over. She almost sighed with relief, until she really looked at his face. Kakkarot was studying her, his eyes narrowed and a frown on his face. "Father," he said softly, not taking his gaze away from her. "Don't kill her." The younger saiyan paused, finally lowering his arm from his father and taking a step toward her. Kakkarot held her gaze as he slowly crouched down. "Let her perish with the rest of us," he stated softly, "That's what she deserves for bringing this down on our heads." She was slowly shaking her head at his words, but the man seemed to not be paying attention to her, just stood after a moment and walked away. Everyone glared down at her, some with disgust on their face, others with resignation, as if they didn't give a damn about her, because they were going to die too. She gulped back a sob, slowly getting to her feet. She slowly raised her head, meeting Bardocks' gaze. "It wouldn't have mattered if I went or not," she stated softly, watching the man's lip curl. "Frieza would still have blown this planet up." The older saiyan didn't say anything, just stood there for a moment before turning and walking away. She swallowed, turning and looking up at the sky again. The massive ball of energy was slowly coming closer, the feel of it starting to effect everyone around her. She could feel it too. The slow burning of her skin, the crackling of the grass and trees burning. The pressure that slowly pushed down on them as the thing got closer to the planet. She never took her eyes off the ball, tears running down her face as she watched it burn through the protective ozone in the sky. The heat from it was intense now, and she smelled her clothing burning, her hair searing. She watched it lower closer to them, letting a sob escape. She finally closed her eyes, listening to the screams and yells around her as some burst into flames from the intense heat coming off the attack. She could feel her own body burning, not moving. What was the use! No matter where you went, you were dead anyway. Another tear slid down her face before she felt herself burn from the inside out, a bloodcurdling scream finally passing her lips before she didn't feel anything anymore.

Gena shot up in bed, gasping. She clutched her chest, her heart feeling like it was going to beat out of her body. She gulped, feeling her hands shaking. That felt so real! What the hell kind of dream was that! Was it a premonition of what was to come!? She looked around her room blindly, not seeing anything as she recalled what she saw in the dream. She swallowed with difficulty. Shoving the covers off her, she slowly stood, standing there for a moment on shaking legs. She started moving, throwing her night clothes off and donning something more appropriate. She pulled her hair into a pony tail, looking out the balcony doors. She studied the moon for a moment, before turning and leaving her room. She made her way towards the sections reserved for the royal family, on the other side of the castle. It was silent as she made her way down the corridors, her footsteps echoing whenever it met solid rock flooring. She finally reached the hallway belonging to the prince, the rooms housing him and his bodyguards and whoever else was part of his entourage. Not real sure which set of rooms were his, she hesitated slightly before approaching one of the guards in the hallway. She watched him narrow his eyes, his jaw clenching as she walked up to him.

"Could you tell me which rooms belong to the prince?" she asked softly, folding her arms.

The man didn't say anything, seeming to ignore her. She scowled slightly. Asshole! She asked again, and got the same response. She glanced at the others, and they seemed just as nonverbal towards her as this one was. One of doors slammed open down the hall. The men seemed to straighten as the Prince stalked out, his brows narrowed.

"What the hell is all this noise out here!? It's the middle of the night!"

His eyes seemed to narrow more at the sight of her standing there. He stopped a foot away, scowling down at her. The guard in front of her finally spoke.

"Sire!" the man said, banging his fist against his chest, over his heart.

"Ah! So you can speak!" she said, noticing that the damn man ignored her. Again!

"This woman is the cause for the ruckus. If you please, I will escort her out of your sight."

"Ruckus!? All I did was ask your ass a question," Gena stated, glaring at him. "And you put a hand on me, I'll make sure you can't sire any kids, or enjoy it ever again," she said quietly when the man went to grab her.

The guards' face went white, and he glanced at the prince. So did she. He was studying her, a smirk on his face. It slid off his features a moment later, his eyes narrowing again.

"What are you doing in this part of the castle?" he asked, seeming to be studying her intently.

"I came to see you!" she stated. The prince just raised a brow. "It's important," Gena said, waiting for him to start moving so they could get out of the hallway.

"What is it?" Vegeta asked, his eyebrow still raised.

"I said it was important!" Gena scowled at him, wandering how he could be such an idiot sometimes.

"So," he said, crossing his arms.

"That means I don't want them listening to what I have to say!" she stated, jerking a thumb towards the guards.

"Hn," the prince grunted, slightly glaring at her for another moment before turning and strolling down the hallway.

Gena let out a sigh of relief. Finally! The door shut with a bang as soon as she stepped over the threshold, causing her to glare at the man responsible for almost smacking her in the shoulder. Vegeta ignored it, leaning against the wood and eying her. He crossed his arms, his gaze steady on her, his brows lowered. They stayed in silence for several minutes until the man spoke.

"Well?" he asked, his voice loud in the still room. "What is it? I haven't got all night! I was sleeping, and I'd like to get back to it sometime this week."

Gena looked away from him, having just now noticed what he was wearing. A tank top and track pants. She cleared her throat, trying to tamp down the burning in her cheeks.

"It's about Frieza," she stated, still not looking at the man.

"What about him?"

She silently sighed in relief. It sounded like he was still against the door. She glanced back at him before looking away again.

"He's not finished. He's going to come back, and if nobody stops him," Gena paused, closing her eyes. She jumped at the feel of hands on her waist, popping her eyes back open and looking down. Strong, toughened fingers were grasping her hips, slightly fanned out. She gulped, moving her gaze to the wall. She felt herself being pulled back, the heat hitting her was doing all kinds of things to her stomach. She felt the prince's breath on the side of her face as he spoke.

"And if nobody stops him?" he asked softly, his voice a little deeper than before.

Gena could practically feel her body softening. Dammit! "He...uh," she cleared her throat, swallowing. The prince slowly wrapped his arm around her, firmly pinning her up against him. The other hand settled on her arm, his touch firm but gentle. Oh God! What the hell was he doing!? "Um...he'll obliterate..." she trailed off at the feel of his mouth on her neck, seeming to just be taking in her scent. She swallowed again, her heart racing. "He'll..." she sucked in a breath as his hand moved to her breast, squeezing slightly. A small moan came out of her, and she slid her eyes closed. Vegeta squeezed again, slowly this time, before moving his hand underneath her shirt and doing it again without the cloth barrier. Her back arched involuntarily at the contact, the heat just from his hand making her legs weak. She gasped, her head falling to the side as he ran his tongue over her skin. Another moan came out of her, and he pushed his hips against her, the feel of his arousal making her shiver. She felt his breath on her ear as he spoke.

"What were you saying?" he whispered, grazing his teeth against her skin.

"What?" she asked softly, moaning again as he moved his other hand to the other breast, squeezing and massaging them both as he waited for her answer.

"About Frieza," he mumbled, pushing against her again, his tail slowly sliding up her thigh.

The sound of the tyrants name was like a splash of cold water, and she froze. Oh God! What am I doing!? She straightened, taking a step away from the man. She jerked her shirt down, her cheeks burning as she studied the floor, feeling the prince finally let his arms fall and step away from her. She didn't look at him as she finished what she came here to tell him in the first place.

"If no one stops Frieza, he'll come back and blow your fucking planet up," she stated, stalking to the door. Vegeta's words had her pausing.

"How do you expect us to do that!?" the prince snapped, causing her to finally glance back at him. There was no sign of the man who just felt her up, the one slowly walking towards her was the cold, ruthless prince that she first met. He stopped in front of her, looking down at her with narrowed eyes. "You're such a know-it-all, why don't you tell me," he taunted, a small smirk on his face.

Gena narrowed her eyes, her jaw clenching at the look he was giving her. Like she was some sort of scum on his shoe! Asshole! She didn't give him an answer, just grunted a little, fury almost choking her at the way he was acting towards her, before she opened the door and quickly left, slamming it behind her.

"Asshole!" she snapped, stalking back towards her room, ignoring the wide eyed looks she got from the guards.

Fine! If he wanted to be a dick, well then he could come up with an idea all by himself. She wasn't going to help his ass! Bastard! Probably treated all the women he groped or slept with the same way! No wonder he's still single! She snarled, furious at herself for even allowing the man to touch her. Again! She scowled at her reflection as she changed back into her night clothes, taking her hair down and crawling under the covers. She shivered a little, still scowling as she fell back to sleep, trying to convince herself that the shiver was from the cold sheets, and not the touch of a certain prince still burning her skin.

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