Chapter Nine: Business And Pleasure
A/N: Small lime alert at beginning of this chapter...the lime was orignally a lemon, but I edited and pared it down to lime level; hope the experiment worked. If you want the unedited version and you're eighteen or over, you may email me at mtsawnya@aol.com.
Three days later, planet Ritan…
"Ah!" Journa sighed contentedly, as the tall, muscular, green-skinned male masseur with a thatch of red hair massaged her broad shoulders. She was lying on her stomach having a massage while Raditz was off in one of the special training rooms in the hotel. The gravelly-voiced masseur sure knew how to give a massage, almost as good as the ones that Raditz would give. Having Onsur, the masseur, work on her hard body, made Journa crave Raditz more than ever. Did he really have to use their vacation time for extra training? Journa sighed in frustration, as she lay on her stomach with her head resting on a fluffy, silken pillow and a long, heavy white towel covering everything below her waist. Only her back, shoulders, and still-striped tail were exposed, with the tail curled around her waist.
"Would you like me to massage you down further?" Onsur asked his royal customer.
"Yeah, sure, why not, just stop above the crack of my buttocks, will you, 'cause if my mate were to see you massaging below there, he would-"
She was cut off by a deep baritone voice that was very familiar…
"GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF OF MY MATE BEFORE I DISINTEGRATE YOU!"
Onsur abruptly jumped back away from Journa and fell down backward. Journa leapt up quickly at Raditz's voice.
"What is he doing here, Target?" Raditz growled. Raditz glared darkly at a terrified Onsur, who was thinking on how he could escape with most of his body intact.
Not about to be intimidated by anyone, not even her bonded mate, Journa snapped, "I told you that I was having a masseur come up here, Stripe, while you were off training! I thought that we came here to relax!"
"I didn't know that 'relaxing' would involve some sweaty male rubbing your shoulders and back!" Raditz retorted. The longhaired Saiyan then roared at Onsur, who was cowering against the nightstand next to the bed, "You get out of here now, greenie, before I decide to kill you after all!" His striped tail swished back and forth menacingly, like a snake about to strike.
Onsur didn't hesitate. He just learned what the rest of the Luxury Heavens Hotel staff had: not to get on the bad side of "Prince Stripe" and "Princess Target". The Lemurians seemed to be as bad-tempered as the Saiyans once were. Within less than a minute, he had vanished from the hotel room.
"Journa, you didn't tell me he'd be touching you so intimately!" Raditz hissed, as he came closer to the bed. "He wanted you, I could tell! He is forbidden to come up here again! In fact, no more masseurs! No man is ever touching you again! I didn't know that a so-called masseur would be feeling all over you!"
"He was giving me a massage, nothing more!" Journa retorted. "Even if I wanted to leave you for some other man, which I don't, he would be one of my last choices! Do you honestly think that I would leave you for some hulk who prefers to jump Sutos's bones instead of a woman's?"
"I think that-wait, did you say that oaf was Sutos's lover?"
Journa smirked. "That's right, Raditz. Onsur lusts after Sutos the way that Dodoria lusts after Frieza. Only Onsur's feelings are reciprocated. Sutos likes both men and women, just like Dodoria."
Raditz nearly retched. He, Journa, and everyone in the Elite knew of Dodoria's obsession with the tyrannical Frieza. Frieza himself also knew, but he had chosen to pretend that Dodoria's passion for him did not exist. Dodoria had accidentally blurted out his desire for Frieza on planet Kyui when he, Frieza, Jaden, and Balair had gone there to retrieve Chestra and Zarbon, and the Elite had given him a hard time for it since. Almost everyone in Frieza's Elite had his or her own private joke about Dodoria wanting Frieza.
"Ugh! Dodoria and Frieza! Bad images, Journ, did you really have to bring them up? When I'm taking time off, I prefer to forget that those two exist!"
"Hell, so do I!" Journa declared, sitting up and allowing Raditz a full-frontal glimpse of her well-developed, if not curvaceous body. She casually slipped off the towel that had been her only garment. Raditz forget his ire, as he took in Journa's muscled, yet well-shaped form. Her breasts were small, but firm and defined, and her large nipples were dark and tight as rosebuds. He stared appreciatively at her chest, and then his eyes traveled along down her flat stomach down to that special, private area between her well-toned legs. He grinned wider, as he viewed her enticingly swishing tail; he could tell that she was as excited and aroused as he was.
After swiftly removing his clothes and armor, the huge Saiyan then crept towards Journa closer stealthily, and he suddenly leapt upon her, growling approvingly. Journa threw herself at him, wrapping her tail, her legs, and her arms around his hard, fully muscled, unclothed form.
She nuzzled his throat and nibbled along his collarbone, purring contentedly as her mate stroked the soft, dyed fur on her tail that was wrapped around his waist. Raditz pushed her down onto the bed, pinning her beneath him, as he nipped at her small, pointed nose. His mouth then greeted hers, passionately, ferociously, as he slipped his tongue inside her eagerly awaiting mouth. Journa pulled him closer to her, kissing him back fervently.
Raditz's lips then left his mate's, and they started a long, scorching trail of kisses down her chin, along her jaw, dancing down her throat until they reached her firm bosom. Raditz then used his skillful hands, tongue and lips to pay homage to one of his favorite parts of his mate's body. Her back arched and her tail tightened around his waist, as his tail embraced her, giving her strong, supple body a possessive squeeze. Journa rubbed her hands along his chest and back, and she then began to caress his tail, causing him to emit a feral cry of pleasure. She trailed kisses and small bites all along his face.
And for the next couple of hours, Journa and Raditz refreshed their bond in the soft bed, as they passionately and possessively claimed each other, both physically and emotionally, coming together as one.
A long while later in that soft bed, both Saiyans tightened their hold onto each other; they were pressed together so tightly against each other that not even a slip of paper could have passed in between their drenched and satisfied bodies. Within minutes, they fell asleep, with Raditz resting on top of his mate.
Downstairs in the Luxury Heavens Hotel manager's office…
"Ah, Prince Stripe is a very jealous man! I was merely massaging his wife at her request when he came storming in! I feared for my life; why, if I hadn't known any better, I would swear that he was a Saiyan!" Onsur told Sutos, who was cuddling against him on his lap on a divan in the brown-and-gold lavishly decorated office.
Sutos chuckled, as he nuzzled his lover's neck. He was bisexual, but lately, his only partner in his life had been the devoted Onsur. The hotel manager had lusted after both men and women, but now, it was only Onsur that could make him happy; Onsur had no objections to Sutos still admiring women, however. Sutos was thinking of asking him to marry him; homosexual marriages were common on Ritan.
"They do behave like Saiyans! It's a good thing, my love, that they're not, or otherwise Lord Frieza and King Cold would have our skins for giving the best suite to Saiyans instead of Lord Frieza! I shall have to hire more servants this week, darling, for Prince Stripe and Princess Target are keeping the entire staff occupied. They must be spending some private time together right now, or there would be some demands for food and drink! I swear that those two eat enough for everyone in the hotel; why, just yesterday, I had to order more food supplies. Cursed suppliers charged me extra for rush delivery too! Ah, things are getting ridiculously expensive on this planet! I don't care if this is a resort planet owned by Frieza and his father; prices are getting to be astronomical!"
"We could always move to Cristabel-Centauri."
"Not a bad idea, my love, but the wages on Cristabel-Centauri are not as good as they are here."
"Well, Sute, let's forget about that for now. I've been thinking about you ever since I left the Lemurian royals' room. Just looking at you, handsome, makes my body tremble!"
"Oh, Onsur, kiss me!"
"With pleasure!" But before Onsur could give Sutos a passionate kiss, a loud, demanding knock banged on the office door.
"OPEN THIS DOOR NOW BEFORE I BLOW UP THIS HOTEL!"
Sutos dashed off of Onsur's lap. "Sorry, Lord Frieza, sire! I am coming!"
When the nervous hotel manager had opened the door, Frieza seized Sutos by his throat. Onsur wanted to go attack Frieza to protect his love, but like everyone else on Ritan, he knew better than to anger Frieza any more than necessary. Even a cough at the wrong time could bring down Frieza's wrath on an unfortunate victim. Sutos shook his head at Onsur, silently pleading with him to stay put.
"The service in the past few days here have not been up to my satisfaction!" Frieza roared, as he wrapped his tail around Sutos's neck as well. Frieza then took his hand away from Sutos's throat, as he crossed his pink, ribbed arms. Choking Sutos every now and then with his powerful tail, Frieza hissed, "I cannot even get a servant to come upstairs and bring me a towel! I have been two days without towels, and you know that I like to bathe at least twice a day! No one has come up to change our sheets and covers, or even attempt to clean our room! And room service has been horrid; why I can't even get someone to bring my girls and me some wine. My bedmates and I are dying of hunger and thirst! What do I have to do to get the top-quality service that a warlord of my position deserves-assassinate Prince Stripe and Princess Target?"
"S-Sorry, s-sire! I am hiring m-more servants today…and I will have a team of-of them set up personally to wait on you only, milord. Please, s-sire, we wish to m-make everyone happy here!" Sutos cried, with tears streaming down his face. He looked at Onsur out of the corner of his eyes, and Onsur's terror reflected his. Onsur was backed up against the edge of the front of Sutos's desk, and sweat was raining down his grizzled face. Both staff members were wondering how much longer Lord Frieza would allow them to live.
Fortunately, today would not be their last day, for Frieza flung Sutos against a wall with his tail. Sutos took some deep breaths, relieved to have his throat freed. Frieza said calmly, icily, "You better make sure that happens, Sutos, or else you and your entire staff will be destroyed, understand? My father can easily replace all of you. Remember that."
Sutos sobbed and nodded, as Frieza walked out into the hallway, slamming the door behind him. He continued to sob, as Onsur rushed to him and cradled him close. The hotel manager wept into the masseur's stomach, as Onsur stroked his head.
Somewhere in space, in Diamonique's space pod…
"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!"
Diamonique was waving her deadly diamond nails, now coated with clear, glittery nail polish. She blew on them gently, as she gazed at herself for the umpteenth time in her mirror that she had installed some time back to use to apply her makeup. Her eyelids were now painted with silvery-blue eye shadow, and the rims of her eyes were now a deep blue. Soft, plum blush tinted her cheeks, and baby-blue shimmering lipstick coated her plump, pouty lips. Diamonique smiled flirtatiously at the image in her mirror, quite pleased with herself. Her crystal-blue teeth were sparkling, and her makeup and nails were done. All she had to do now was her hair.
She had tried to ignore the beeping for ten minutes now, so that she would not mess up her nail polish. She waved her hands again, as she became increasingly agitated. Finally, after more irking beeps she decided to answer it. Cautiously, she reluctantly tapped a button to answer a call on her scouter. She said crossly, "Yes?"
"Diamonique, why in the HELL didn't you answer me for the past ten minutes?"
"Because I was waiting for my nails to dry, do you mind?" Diamonique snapped. "Have you ever tried to answer a scouter with wet polish on your nails, Jaden? Why the slightest nick can ruin a perfect manicure."
Diamonique ignored the curses in the Rybanese language that came from Jaden's end of the scouter channel. Jaden's crude and foul language grated on the elegant Gemstarian warrior's nerves. Diamonique said impatiently, "Jaden, exactly what was so important that you had to interrupt my beautifying session?"
"Beautifying session? You're putting on makeup and doing your nails? Diamonique, we're going to rescue Vegeta and Nappa, capture Prince Barley, and clear planet Grain, not attending one of King Cold's balls!"
Diamonique huffed, "I have to look good when I rescue Vegeta! Vegeta, a Saiyan prince, would surely want me looking my best when I save him. I can't go to him looking like a scullery maid! A prince likes his future mate to always look perfect in every way. When Vegeta gazes upon my exquisite beauty once more, he will remember the delicious woman that he desired before. He will finally see that we are meant to be. So I am practicing different makeup techniques to use when I see him."
Jaden said edgily, "Diamonique, Vegeta does not want you, and it would not matter to him, if you came to him looking like one of the Ginyu Girls or one of King Cold's concubines. He cares nothing for you, and he's not going to fall into your arms when we save him. Vegeta's not exactly known for gratitude. Give it up, Diamonique, before you make a bigger mess of things between you two. When we get back to Frieza's mother ship, go find one of your many discards to play with!"
"Vegeta will be mine!" Diamonique snapped. "And as for my so-called 'discards', you're just jealous, Jaden! Someone like you couldn't possibly understand what it's like to have men desire you! You don't have my exquisite beauty, or my prowess in the bedroom. I've been told that the only man that ever wanted you, you killed; at least that's what Dodoria has told me in the past. Really, Jaden, someone with your looks and disposition can't afford to be choosy whereas I have that luxury of refusing those men that I don't deem worthy of me."
Jaden roared through the scouter, "YOU WENCH! I swear, Diamonique, that if you weren't in that space pod right now, I would-"
"Oh, Jaden, enough," Diamonique said airily, sweetening her tone. "Just give me your message, will you? I have to do my hair; my hair has so many split ends, that it's starting to look like the head of a broom!"
"Oh, I'll be happy to do your hair for you, Diamonique," Jaden said in an even tone. "I just can't promise you that you'll have any left when I finish."
"Don't threaten me, Jaden," Diamonique said coolly. She feared Jaden any other time, but they were in separate pods, and so she thought that Jaden couldn't really touch her at this time. Unfortunately, she forgot that unlike her, Jaden had the ability to breathe in space, and Jaden could reach her pod within a matter of hours and blow it up, if she chose. Not thinking about that, however, Diamonique said confidently, "You're going to need me later, Jaden, on this mission."
Jaden said in a steely tone, "Diamonique, I've destroyed plenty of populations and cleared dozens of planets long before your parents even thought of conceiving you, so you better watch how you talk to me. It wouldn't bother me to bring you back to Frieza in a body bag. Remember, we're landing close to each other, and I can destroy you faster than you blink. I am not someone you want for an enemy; you should remember from past experience…remember the last time that you tried to kill Chestra years ago? I should have ignored Chestra's request to turn you back into natural form after I turned you into glass. Don't ever forget that lesson, Diamonique. And you also know that I can breathe in space, and my pod is closer to yours now then ever. All it would take would be one blast from me. And I know that you have to take your space-breathing course again because you failed it last time. Don't forget that you're the only Top Elite officer who can't breathe in space for more than thirty minutes."
Diamonique paled under her generously applied makeup; she knew that Jaden was right. The fierce, temperamental Rybanese warrior was not one to mess with. She knew that Jaden could carry out her threat easily.
The Gemstarian warrior laughed nervously. "Of-of course, Jaden! I apologize," she said quickly. "Now what was that message that you had for me?"
"We've got to stop by on Planet Frieza Number Fifty-Five to pick up this new gadget that the technicians there claim can help us out a lot. It's supposed to mask our ki signatures completely, so that those beings that recognize our ki signals won't be able to recognize or detect us too quickly. Ki-masking bracelets, very experimental, and we'll be the first to try them. We'll be able to hide our ki the way that the Astorians can, if those tech geniuses are telling the truth."
"Interesting…" Diamonique murmured. "Then we'll be able to sneak up on any Astories and their friends before they can stop us."
"Exactly. That's what those technicians are hoping, Frieza too," Jaden said more calmly. "Well, Dime, I've got to get some sleep. I suggest that you do the same and stop worrying about your looks 'cause it won't make any difference to Vegeta one way or the other. 'Night, Dime!"
"Don't you call me Dime, you-" But Jaden cut off communication before Diamonique could berate her fellow Top Elite Officer. She hissed under her breath; Jaden knew, like everyone else, that Diamonique hated to be nicknamed "Dime", but people now called the Gemstarian beauty that from time to time to irritate her. Jaden had deliberately called her that just to irk her; Diamonique growled an unladylike growl and then set about to work on her hair.
On Frieza's mother ship, in Captain Ginyu's room…
"No, Roban, you can't leave me! I love you! I've given you my life and a son! You told me that I was the woman of your dreams! You mustn't leave me, please! Why, Roban, why?"
"I'm sorry, Dayla, but I no longer love you. I'm leaving you…for your father!"
"NO!" Dayla sobbed.
"Curse that Roban!" Captain Ginyu hissed to his fellow Ginyu Force members, who were paying close attention to the exchange between the lovely Dayla, a humanoid alien woman with four arms and long, orange hair and big pink eyes, and Roban, a humanoid male from the same race. They were in Captain Ginyu's luxury suite watching the humiliating event.
"Dayla's too good for him!" Jeice declared. "Why, if I had a babe like that in my bed every night, I'd never leave her for her daddy!"
"I hope her brothers gut Roban, like they did the last guy that cheated on Dayla!" Baata fumed.
"Luthron, Dayla's father, should be made impotent!" Guido declared.
"Impotence is too good for him! He ought to have his wanger sliced off!" Jeice hissed.
"Dayla's daddy never did treat her right; he always chased after every guy that Dayla ever had! Even a guy as ugly as Luthron can find other guys other than his daughter's men!"
"Poor Dayla," Reccoom murmured sympathetically.
"She's better off without him," Captain Ginyu declared. "I never did like her and Rogan together to begin with."
"Neither did I," Baata agreed. "Dayla should be with a nice guy like Elkor; he's always had a thing for her."
The Ginyu Force was watching the scenario on Captain Ginyu's big-screen television. The Ginyu Force was of the half of Frieza's forces that liked to watch television; the other half considered it to be a huge waste of time that interfered with fighting and training. There were only a handful of planets in the Rosetta Galaxy that had television systems similar to those on planet Earth, and two of Frieza's planets happened to be among them. A good majority of the television programs featured on the two stations accessible to Frieza's forces showed many different ways to propagandize Frieza and his family, usually glorifying them and their deeds. Any anti-Cold family programs were forbidden, and a single disparaging remark against Frieza, King Cold, or Coola could cause that television program to be removed the same day, with all of the employees involved murdered. The rest of the programs were primarily for entertainment purposes, such as the popular soap operas, "All My Concubines", "As The World Burns", "One Life To Kill", "Last Days Of Our Lives", "Young And Tailless", and "The Bold And The Deadly". "Last Days of Our Lives" and "All My Concubines" were the personal favorites of the Ginyu Force, and right now they were watching "All My Concubines", a show telling the saga of a rich and powerful planetary dictator, his wives and concubines, and their many children.
"Down with Luthron!" Captain Ginyu shouted. "I don't care if he is the brother of the ruler of planet Alti; no man should sleep with his daughter's boyfriend!" Alti was a fictional planet created by the show's producers.
Suddenly the Ginyu Force heard a knock at the door.
"Jeice, get that!" Captain Ginyu ordered.
"And miss this, Cap'n? No way! Why, Dayla just sent her butler after Rogan to kill him! I love it when Prince Luthron's servants assassinate people! And now Tarli and Buuk are about to make love for the first time! Whoever's there is just gonna have to wait unless one of the others wants to get it!" Jeice replied. He then turned to Guido, as the knocking grew louder and more demanding. "Guido, go get the door."
"No way!" Guido cried. "And miss Tarli and Buuk, my favorite couple, I don't think so! Baata, you get the door!"
"Yeah right!" Baata laughed. "Tarli and Buuk are my fave couple too! I've been wantin' those two to get together like this for some time! Reccoom, go get the door!"
"Uh-uh!" Reccoom insisted. "I'm not missin' my chance to get a peek at Tarli's cute tush! Cap'n, why can't you get the door?"
"'Cause I want to see Tarli's butt myself," Captain Ginyu insisted. "That actress who plays Tarli is hot; I wrote a letter to her sometime back, trying to talk her into joining the Ginyu Girls, but I've received no response. One of you go get that door!"
The knocking grew louder and louder, and it turned into pounding, as if someone was banging the door with both fists.
"You get it!" Jeice told Guido.
"No, Baata can get it!" Guido insisted.
"Reccoom's closest to the door, let him," Baata protested.
"I don't want to get up!" Reccoom cried.
"Fine," Jeice insisted. "Let's all do rock, paper, and scissors. Loser has to answer the door!"
"Rock, paper, scissors, rock, paper, scissors, rock, paper, scissors!" the Ginyu Force members cried out, as Captain Ginyu paid them no mind. He was too busy trying to get a good glimpse of either Tarli's bottom or full, plump breasts.
"I've got rock!" Jeice cried.
"I've got paper! Paper covers rock!" Baata shouted.
"Scissors cuts paper!" Reccoom declared.
"Yeah, well rock crushes scissors!" Guido insisted.
"Yeah, well my paper covers all rocks!" Baata argued.
"And my scissors cuts paper!" Reccoom yelled.
"Yeah, well since Guid and I got rocks, it's down between you and Baata," Jeice said firmly. "Guid, we're out."
"That's not fair, Jeice!" Baata hissed. The banging and pounding on the door continued.
"Someone answer that blasted door!" Captain Ginyu roared.
Dodoria's voice came through the door. "Are you morons gonna answer this door or what?"
"Oh, it's fatty," Jeice sighed.
Dodoria tried a new tactic. "I've got chocolate nut bars for the first person who answers the door!"
All five Ginyu Force members leapt out of their seats immediately and raced to the door. Reccoom opened the door first by pressing a button. A grinning Dodoria stood there with two chocolate nut bars, which Reccoom swiftly swiped, from his chubby hands.
"Hey share the wealth!" Jeice demanded.
"Yeah!" Baata and Guido ordered.
"Quiet, men!" Captain Ginyu demanded. He said to Dodoria, "What brings you here?"
Dodoria said sulkily, no longer grinning, "Diamonique took my place on the Grain mission, and I want to know if you all heard from Zarbon?"
The Ginyu Force members shook their heads, and Baata said, "This is what you interrupted our soap opera watching for, Dodoria? Tarli and Buuk were about to get it on, and Rogan's just left Dayla for her father!"
"Don't tell me that you guys are watching "All My Concubines" again," Dodoria groaned. "Don't you guys have better things to do?"
"Not really," Reccoom replied.
"What's so great about those soaps anyway?" Dodoria wanted to know.
"Well, why you don't watch and find out," Captain Ginyu said snidely.
"Fine!" Dodoria declared. "I will! And then I'll show you guys just how silly these soaps are!"
Somewhere in space…
"Zarbon, are you there?"
"Yes, Lord Frieza, I am."
"Good. Zarbon, I am giving you, Jaden, and Diamonique new orders. But speaking of Diamonique…how did she wind up taking Dodoria's place on the mission?"
"Diamonique informed me that Dodoria had suddenly became very ill, and he asked her to take his place on the mission. Last time I contacted the mother ship, Dodoria was on his way to recuperating; the Medical Officers cannot seem to detect what caused his ailment, but he's recovering."
"I…see. Anyway, Zarbon, I have new orders to add to your mission. There is a certain Intergalacticpol technician that I would like to add to my forces that I want you to capture. Our spy in Intergalacticpol has told me that this technical genius is headed towards planet Grain to hear some insignificant Calmagian princess sing for the famous Melodian singer, Operetta. You know who I am speaking of, don't you, Zarbon?"
"Of course, sire, and I happen to know personally who the Calmagian princess is. She was once married to Alberm Dunlop, one of our spies before he died. Now she is living with the Clan of Chloe, or she was before she went to planet Grain with Princess Tayla Chloe."
"Well, I'm not worried about the Calmagian girl, but I do want that technician who is visiting her; he will be a great asset to my forces in the Technical Division. Of course, he will not come to us willingly, but he is not to be harmed; you can easily knock him out for a while. Do not fail me, Zarbon; see that Prince Barley and this technical genius are captured."
"Will do, sire, consider it done."
Thirty minutes later…
"Curse that Rogan! How can he treat a nice girl like Dayla that way?" Dodoria wanted to know. "And I never knew what a hottie Tarli was! That cute little rump of hers…ah! And what was the name of that ugly guy with the six legs, one arm, and square-shaped head called again?"
"Arfak, the king of Alti. He's Tarli's father," Captain Ginyu responded.
"Aw, the show's about to end," Dodoria groaned. "What's coming up next?"
"Our second favorite, 'Last Days Of Our Lives'," Baata replied. "Today, Megarie is going to discover that her sister, Saalo, tricked Megarie's husband, Farr, into bed by drugging him. It's about time that Saalo got her comeuppance! You'll love that show, Dodoria!"
"I'm sure that I will," Dodoria said enthusiastically, even though he had no idea who Megarie, Saalo, and Farr were.
"Oh no! Arfak just found out that Tarli and Buuk have been seeing each other! Arfak's going to have Buuk executed when he finds him, I just know it!" Jeice wailed.
"Don't worry, Buuk's a smart guy, even if he is only a footman. Remember that he and Tarli plan to elope," Baata assured him.
"I hope that they escape before Arfak catches up with them," Captain Ginyu said worriedly.
Just as Arfak on the television screen was about to board his ship to go after Buuk and Tarli, the show's announcer said cheerfully, "Will Arfak reach Buuk and Tarli and emasculate Buuk, or will the lovers flee Alti in time? Will there be a happy ending, or will the love of Tarli's life be eliminated? And how will Dayla's butler punish Rogan? Will Rogan ever see Luthron again? Find out next time on…'All My Concubines'!"
As the credits began to roll, Captain Ginyu said to Dodoria, "Gonna be back here tomorrow?"
"Sure, why not?" Dodoria replied happily. "I want to see what Dayla's butler does to Rogan!"
Somewhere in space, near Planet Frieza Number Fifty-Five…
"Head Commander Zarbon, are you there? Commander?"
"Yes, this is he. Glad to hear from you. Have you heard any more about the Saiyans' situation?"
"Yes, Commander. They are to be indicted and arraigned in three days' time. Princess Tayla Chloe is to be the main witness against them, along with Dollan Rubenstein, a Calmagian Intergalacticpol officer. A council trial has been decided upon. It is likely from what I have heard that execution is a likely punishment for Prince Vegeta and Nappa; they like Saiyans just as much as you all do."
"We must hurry as soon as possible. Have you learned yet how to disable their ki-restraining collars?"
"I'm working on it now, Commander Zarbon, although I haven't been able to hack into Intergalacticpol's computer system just yet. Prince Kekron Chloe is the one of the few who knows the entire system in and out, but he's sworn Seven Moons Oath not to tell anyone, not even me, his partner. I have to keep working to gain his trust even further than I already have, but I cannot give myself away."
"No, you haven't, and I can't blame you. You are young, but you are one of the finest spies that we've ever had. Lord Frieza has been pleased with your work in the past two years. And he has also been pleased with Prince Kekron Chloe. With all the information that you gave us on him, he has contacted me recently to tell me that he wants Prince Kekron Chloe inducted into our army. The Astorian prince would make a fine addition to our technicians; Jaden, Diamonique, and I have new orders to capture him as well as Prince Barley. Keep your eye on him and inform us of any moves that Prince Kekron makes."
"Yes, Commander. I will not fail you. I agree that Prince Kekron will fit in perfectly in our army. You needn't worry for now until you and the others arrive."
"See that it stays that way." And with that, Zarbon cut off communication.
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A/N: Now Kekron is on their list of targets; what are his chances of avoiding capture? And who is the spy for Frieza in Intergalacticpol? Will Frieza get better room service? Will Onsur and Sutos live happily ever after? And will Dayla's butler get to Rogan...oh, wait, forget about that one.
And for the more essential questions: will Bendros ever get to explain himself to Tayla? What will happen when Kekron arrives on planet Grain? Caline's audition in front of Operetta is coming up...will her lovely voice be enough to win her way into Operetta's circle? How will she feel about leaving her friends and new family behind if she passes? Find out next time on "All My Concubines"...er, I mean, "Hope Never Dies".
A/N: Small lime alert at beginning of this chapter...the lime was orignally a lemon, but I edited and pared it down to lime level; hope the experiment worked. If you want the unedited version and you're eighteen or over, you may email me at mtsawnya@aol.com.
Three days later, planet Ritan…
"Ah!" Journa sighed contentedly, as the tall, muscular, green-skinned male masseur with a thatch of red hair massaged her broad shoulders. She was lying on her stomach having a massage while Raditz was off in one of the special training rooms in the hotel. The gravelly-voiced masseur sure knew how to give a massage, almost as good as the ones that Raditz would give. Having Onsur, the masseur, work on her hard body, made Journa crave Raditz more than ever. Did he really have to use their vacation time for extra training? Journa sighed in frustration, as she lay on her stomach with her head resting on a fluffy, silken pillow and a long, heavy white towel covering everything below her waist. Only her back, shoulders, and still-striped tail were exposed, with the tail curled around her waist.
"Would you like me to massage you down further?" Onsur asked his royal customer.
"Yeah, sure, why not, just stop above the crack of my buttocks, will you, 'cause if my mate were to see you massaging below there, he would-"
She was cut off by a deep baritone voice that was very familiar…
"GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF OF MY MATE BEFORE I DISINTEGRATE YOU!"
Onsur abruptly jumped back away from Journa and fell down backward. Journa leapt up quickly at Raditz's voice.
"What is he doing here, Target?" Raditz growled. Raditz glared darkly at a terrified Onsur, who was thinking on how he could escape with most of his body intact.
Not about to be intimidated by anyone, not even her bonded mate, Journa snapped, "I told you that I was having a masseur come up here, Stripe, while you were off training! I thought that we came here to relax!"
"I didn't know that 'relaxing' would involve some sweaty male rubbing your shoulders and back!" Raditz retorted. The longhaired Saiyan then roared at Onsur, who was cowering against the nightstand next to the bed, "You get out of here now, greenie, before I decide to kill you after all!" His striped tail swished back and forth menacingly, like a snake about to strike.
Onsur didn't hesitate. He just learned what the rest of the Luxury Heavens Hotel staff had: not to get on the bad side of "Prince Stripe" and "Princess Target". The Lemurians seemed to be as bad-tempered as the Saiyans once were. Within less than a minute, he had vanished from the hotel room.
"Journa, you didn't tell me he'd be touching you so intimately!" Raditz hissed, as he came closer to the bed. "He wanted you, I could tell! He is forbidden to come up here again! In fact, no more masseurs! No man is ever touching you again! I didn't know that a so-called masseur would be feeling all over you!"
"He was giving me a massage, nothing more!" Journa retorted. "Even if I wanted to leave you for some other man, which I don't, he would be one of my last choices! Do you honestly think that I would leave you for some hulk who prefers to jump Sutos's bones instead of a woman's?"
"I think that-wait, did you say that oaf was Sutos's lover?"
Journa smirked. "That's right, Raditz. Onsur lusts after Sutos the way that Dodoria lusts after Frieza. Only Onsur's feelings are reciprocated. Sutos likes both men and women, just like Dodoria."
Raditz nearly retched. He, Journa, and everyone in the Elite knew of Dodoria's obsession with the tyrannical Frieza. Frieza himself also knew, but he had chosen to pretend that Dodoria's passion for him did not exist. Dodoria had accidentally blurted out his desire for Frieza on planet Kyui when he, Frieza, Jaden, and Balair had gone there to retrieve Chestra and Zarbon, and the Elite had given him a hard time for it since. Almost everyone in Frieza's Elite had his or her own private joke about Dodoria wanting Frieza.
"Ugh! Dodoria and Frieza! Bad images, Journ, did you really have to bring them up? When I'm taking time off, I prefer to forget that those two exist!"
"Hell, so do I!" Journa declared, sitting up and allowing Raditz a full-frontal glimpse of her well-developed, if not curvaceous body. She casually slipped off the towel that had been her only garment. Raditz forget his ire, as he took in Journa's muscled, yet well-shaped form. Her breasts were small, but firm and defined, and her large nipples were dark and tight as rosebuds. He stared appreciatively at her chest, and then his eyes traveled along down her flat stomach down to that special, private area between her well-toned legs. He grinned wider, as he viewed her enticingly swishing tail; he could tell that she was as excited and aroused as he was.
After swiftly removing his clothes and armor, the huge Saiyan then crept towards Journa closer stealthily, and he suddenly leapt upon her, growling approvingly. Journa threw herself at him, wrapping her tail, her legs, and her arms around his hard, fully muscled, unclothed form.
She nuzzled his throat and nibbled along his collarbone, purring contentedly as her mate stroked the soft, dyed fur on her tail that was wrapped around his waist. Raditz pushed her down onto the bed, pinning her beneath him, as he nipped at her small, pointed nose. His mouth then greeted hers, passionately, ferociously, as he slipped his tongue inside her eagerly awaiting mouth. Journa pulled him closer to her, kissing him back fervently.
Raditz's lips then left his mate's, and they started a long, scorching trail of kisses down her chin, along her jaw, dancing down her throat until they reached her firm bosom. Raditz then used his skillful hands, tongue and lips to pay homage to one of his favorite parts of his mate's body. Her back arched and her tail tightened around his waist, as his tail embraced her, giving her strong, supple body a possessive squeeze. Journa rubbed her hands along his chest and back, and she then began to caress his tail, causing him to emit a feral cry of pleasure. She trailed kisses and small bites all along his face.
And for the next couple of hours, Journa and Raditz refreshed their bond in the soft bed, as they passionately and possessively claimed each other, both physically and emotionally, coming together as one.
A long while later in that soft bed, both Saiyans tightened their hold onto each other; they were pressed together so tightly against each other that not even a slip of paper could have passed in between their drenched and satisfied bodies. Within minutes, they fell asleep, with Raditz resting on top of his mate.
Downstairs in the Luxury Heavens Hotel manager's office…
"Ah, Prince Stripe is a very jealous man! I was merely massaging his wife at her request when he came storming in! I feared for my life; why, if I hadn't known any better, I would swear that he was a Saiyan!" Onsur told Sutos, who was cuddling against him on his lap on a divan in the brown-and-gold lavishly decorated office.
Sutos chuckled, as he nuzzled his lover's neck. He was bisexual, but lately, his only partner in his life had been the devoted Onsur. The hotel manager had lusted after both men and women, but now, it was only Onsur that could make him happy; Onsur had no objections to Sutos still admiring women, however. Sutos was thinking of asking him to marry him; homosexual marriages were common on Ritan.
"They do behave like Saiyans! It's a good thing, my love, that they're not, or otherwise Lord Frieza and King Cold would have our skins for giving the best suite to Saiyans instead of Lord Frieza! I shall have to hire more servants this week, darling, for Prince Stripe and Princess Target are keeping the entire staff occupied. They must be spending some private time together right now, or there would be some demands for food and drink! I swear that those two eat enough for everyone in the hotel; why, just yesterday, I had to order more food supplies. Cursed suppliers charged me extra for rush delivery too! Ah, things are getting ridiculously expensive on this planet! I don't care if this is a resort planet owned by Frieza and his father; prices are getting to be astronomical!"
"We could always move to Cristabel-Centauri."
"Not a bad idea, my love, but the wages on Cristabel-Centauri are not as good as they are here."
"Well, Sute, let's forget about that for now. I've been thinking about you ever since I left the Lemurian royals' room. Just looking at you, handsome, makes my body tremble!"
"Oh, Onsur, kiss me!"
"With pleasure!" But before Onsur could give Sutos a passionate kiss, a loud, demanding knock banged on the office door.
"OPEN THIS DOOR NOW BEFORE I BLOW UP THIS HOTEL!"
Sutos dashed off of Onsur's lap. "Sorry, Lord Frieza, sire! I am coming!"
When the nervous hotel manager had opened the door, Frieza seized Sutos by his throat. Onsur wanted to go attack Frieza to protect his love, but like everyone else on Ritan, he knew better than to anger Frieza any more than necessary. Even a cough at the wrong time could bring down Frieza's wrath on an unfortunate victim. Sutos shook his head at Onsur, silently pleading with him to stay put.
"The service in the past few days here have not been up to my satisfaction!" Frieza roared, as he wrapped his tail around Sutos's neck as well. Frieza then took his hand away from Sutos's throat, as he crossed his pink, ribbed arms. Choking Sutos every now and then with his powerful tail, Frieza hissed, "I cannot even get a servant to come upstairs and bring me a towel! I have been two days without towels, and you know that I like to bathe at least twice a day! No one has come up to change our sheets and covers, or even attempt to clean our room! And room service has been horrid; why I can't even get someone to bring my girls and me some wine. My bedmates and I are dying of hunger and thirst! What do I have to do to get the top-quality service that a warlord of my position deserves-assassinate Prince Stripe and Princess Target?"
"S-Sorry, s-sire! I am hiring m-more servants today…and I will have a team of-of them set up personally to wait on you only, milord. Please, s-sire, we wish to m-make everyone happy here!" Sutos cried, with tears streaming down his face. He looked at Onsur out of the corner of his eyes, and Onsur's terror reflected his. Onsur was backed up against the edge of the front of Sutos's desk, and sweat was raining down his grizzled face. Both staff members were wondering how much longer Lord Frieza would allow them to live.
Fortunately, today would not be their last day, for Frieza flung Sutos against a wall with his tail. Sutos took some deep breaths, relieved to have his throat freed. Frieza said calmly, icily, "You better make sure that happens, Sutos, or else you and your entire staff will be destroyed, understand? My father can easily replace all of you. Remember that."
Sutos sobbed and nodded, as Frieza walked out into the hallway, slamming the door behind him. He continued to sob, as Onsur rushed to him and cradled him close. The hotel manager wept into the masseur's stomach, as Onsur stroked his head.
Somewhere in space, in Diamonique's space pod…
"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!"
Diamonique was waving her deadly diamond nails, now coated with clear, glittery nail polish. She blew on them gently, as she gazed at herself for the umpteenth time in her mirror that she had installed some time back to use to apply her makeup. Her eyelids were now painted with silvery-blue eye shadow, and the rims of her eyes were now a deep blue. Soft, plum blush tinted her cheeks, and baby-blue shimmering lipstick coated her plump, pouty lips. Diamonique smiled flirtatiously at the image in her mirror, quite pleased with herself. Her crystal-blue teeth were sparkling, and her makeup and nails were done. All she had to do now was her hair.
She had tried to ignore the beeping for ten minutes now, so that she would not mess up her nail polish. She waved her hands again, as she became increasingly agitated. Finally, after more irking beeps she decided to answer it. Cautiously, she reluctantly tapped a button to answer a call on her scouter. She said crossly, "Yes?"
"Diamonique, why in the HELL didn't you answer me for the past ten minutes?"
"Because I was waiting for my nails to dry, do you mind?" Diamonique snapped. "Have you ever tried to answer a scouter with wet polish on your nails, Jaden? Why the slightest nick can ruin a perfect manicure."
Diamonique ignored the curses in the Rybanese language that came from Jaden's end of the scouter channel. Jaden's crude and foul language grated on the elegant Gemstarian warrior's nerves. Diamonique said impatiently, "Jaden, exactly what was so important that you had to interrupt my beautifying session?"
"Beautifying session? You're putting on makeup and doing your nails? Diamonique, we're going to rescue Vegeta and Nappa, capture Prince Barley, and clear planet Grain, not attending one of King Cold's balls!"
Diamonique huffed, "I have to look good when I rescue Vegeta! Vegeta, a Saiyan prince, would surely want me looking my best when I save him. I can't go to him looking like a scullery maid! A prince likes his future mate to always look perfect in every way. When Vegeta gazes upon my exquisite beauty once more, he will remember the delicious woman that he desired before. He will finally see that we are meant to be. So I am practicing different makeup techniques to use when I see him."
Jaden said edgily, "Diamonique, Vegeta does not want you, and it would not matter to him, if you came to him looking like one of the Ginyu Girls or one of King Cold's concubines. He cares nothing for you, and he's not going to fall into your arms when we save him. Vegeta's not exactly known for gratitude. Give it up, Diamonique, before you make a bigger mess of things between you two. When we get back to Frieza's mother ship, go find one of your many discards to play with!"
"Vegeta will be mine!" Diamonique snapped. "And as for my so-called 'discards', you're just jealous, Jaden! Someone like you couldn't possibly understand what it's like to have men desire you! You don't have my exquisite beauty, or my prowess in the bedroom. I've been told that the only man that ever wanted you, you killed; at least that's what Dodoria has told me in the past. Really, Jaden, someone with your looks and disposition can't afford to be choosy whereas I have that luxury of refusing those men that I don't deem worthy of me."
Jaden roared through the scouter, "YOU WENCH! I swear, Diamonique, that if you weren't in that space pod right now, I would-"
"Oh, Jaden, enough," Diamonique said airily, sweetening her tone. "Just give me your message, will you? I have to do my hair; my hair has so many split ends, that it's starting to look like the head of a broom!"
"Oh, I'll be happy to do your hair for you, Diamonique," Jaden said in an even tone. "I just can't promise you that you'll have any left when I finish."
"Don't threaten me, Jaden," Diamonique said coolly. She feared Jaden any other time, but they were in separate pods, and so she thought that Jaden couldn't really touch her at this time. Unfortunately, she forgot that unlike her, Jaden had the ability to breathe in space, and Jaden could reach her pod within a matter of hours and blow it up, if she chose. Not thinking about that, however, Diamonique said confidently, "You're going to need me later, Jaden, on this mission."
Jaden said in a steely tone, "Diamonique, I've destroyed plenty of populations and cleared dozens of planets long before your parents even thought of conceiving you, so you better watch how you talk to me. It wouldn't bother me to bring you back to Frieza in a body bag. Remember, we're landing close to each other, and I can destroy you faster than you blink. I am not someone you want for an enemy; you should remember from past experience…remember the last time that you tried to kill Chestra years ago? I should have ignored Chestra's request to turn you back into natural form after I turned you into glass. Don't ever forget that lesson, Diamonique. And you also know that I can breathe in space, and my pod is closer to yours now then ever. All it would take would be one blast from me. And I know that you have to take your space-breathing course again because you failed it last time. Don't forget that you're the only Top Elite officer who can't breathe in space for more than thirty minutes."
Diamonique paled under her generously applied makeup; she knew that Jaden was right. The fierce, temperamental Rybanese warrior was not one to mess with. She knew that Jaden could carry out her threat easily.
The Gemstarian warrior laughed nervously. "Of-of course, Jaden! I apologize," she said quickly. "Now what was that message that you had for me?"
"We've got to stop by on Planet Frieza Number Fifty-Five to pick up this new gadget that the technicians there claim can help us out a lot. It's supposed to mask our ki signatures completely, so that those beings that recognize our ki signals won't be able to recognize or detect us too quickly. Ki-masking bracelets, very experimental, and we'll be the first to try them. We'll be able to hide our ki the way that the Astorians can, if those tech geniuses are telling the truth."
"Interesting…" Diamonique murmured. "Then we'll be able to sneak up on any Astories and their friends before they can stop us."
"Exactly. That's what those technicians are hoping, Frieza too," Jaden said more calmly. "Well, Dime, I've got to get some sleep. I suggest that you do the same and stop worrying about your looks 'cause it won't make any difference to Vegeta one way or the other. 'Night, Dime!"
"Don't you call me Dime, you-" But Jaden cut off communication before Diamonique could berate her fellow Top Elite Officer. She hissed under her breath; Jaden knew, like everyone else, that Diamonique hated to be nicknamed "Dime", but people now called the Gemstarian beauty that from time to time to irritate her. Jaden had deliberately called her that just to irk her; Diamonique growled an unladylike growl and then set about to work on her hair.
On Frieza's mother ship, in Captain Ginyu's room…
"No, Roban, you can't leave me! I love you! I've given you my life and a son! You told me that I was the woman of your dreams! You mustn't leave me, please! Why, Roban, why?"
"I'm sorry, Dayla, but I no longer love you. I'm leaving you…for your father!"
"NO!" Dayla sobbed.
"Curse that Roban!" Captain Ginyu hissed to his fellow Ginyu Force members, who were paying close attention to the exchange between the lovely Dayla, a humanoid alien woman with four arms and long, orange hair and big pink eyes, and Roban, a humanoid male from the same race. They were in Captain Ginyu's luxury suite watching the humiliating event.
"Dayla's too good for him!" Jeice declared. "Why, if I had a babe like that in my bed every night, I'd never leave her for her daddy!"
"I hope her brothers gut Roban, like they did the last guy that cheated on Dayla!" Baata fumed.
"Luthron, Dayla's father, should be made impotent!" Guido declared.
"Impotence is too good for him! He ought to have his wanger sliced off!" Jeice hissed.
"Dayla's daddy never did treat her right; he always chased after every guy that Dayla ever had! Even a guy as ugly as Luthron can find other guys other than his daughter's men!"
"Poor Dayla," Reccoom murmured sympathetically.
"She's better off without him," Captain Ginyu declared. "I never did like her and Rogan together to begin with."
"Neither did I," Baata agreed. "Dayla should be with a nice guy like Elkor; he's always had a thing for her."
The Ginyu Force was watching the scenario on Captain Ginyu's big-screen television. The Ginyu Force was of the half of Frieza's forces that liked to watch television; the other half considered it to be a huge waste of time that interfered with fighting and training. There were only a handful of planets in the Rosetta Galaxy that had television systems similar to those on planet Earth, and two of Frieza's planets happened to be among them. A good majority of the television programs featured on the two stations accessible to Frieza's forces showed many different ways to propagandize Frieza and his family, usually glorifying them and their deeds. Any anti-Cold family programs were forbidden, and a single disparaging remark against Frieza, King Cold, or Coola could cause that television program to be removed the same day, with all of the employees involved murdered. The rest of the programs were primarily for entertainment purposes, such as the popular soap operas, "All My Concubines", "As The World Burns", "One Life To Kill", "Last Days Of Our Lives", "Young And Tailless", and "The Bold And The Deadly". "Last Days of Our Lives" and "All My Concubines" were the personal favorites of the Ginyu Force, and right now they were watching "All My Concubines", a show telling the saga of a rich and powerful planetary dictator, his wives and concubines, and their many children.
"Down with Luthron!" Captain Ginyu shouted. "I don't care if he is the brother of the ruler of planet Alti; no man should sleep with his daughter's boyfriend!" Alti was a fictional planet created by the show's producers.
Suddenly the Ginyu Force heard a knock at the door.
"Jeice, get that!" Captain Ginyu ordered.
"And miss this, Cap'n? No way! Why, Dayla just sent her butler after Rogan to kill him! I love it when Prince Luthron's servants assassinate people! And now Tarli and Buuk are about to make love for the first time! Whoever's there is just gonna have to wait unless one of the others wants to get it!" Jeice replied. He then turned to Guido, as the knocking grew louder and more demanding. "Guido, go get the door."
"No way!" Guido cried. "And miss Tarli and Buuk, my favorite couple, I don't think so! Baata, you get the door!"
"Yeah right!" Baata laughed. "Tarli and Buuk are my fave couple too! I've been wantin' those two to get together like this for some time! Reccoom, go get the door!"
"Uh-uh!" Reccoom insisted. "I'm not missin' my chance to get a peek at Tarli's cute tush! Cap'n, why can't you get the door?"
"'Cause I want to see Tarli's butt myself," Captain Ginyu insisted. "That actress who plays Tarli is hot; I wrote a letter to her sometime back, trying to talk her into joining the Ginyu Girls, but I've received no response. One of you go get that door!"
The knocking grew louder and louder, and it turned into pounding, as if someone was banging the door with both fists.
"You get it!" Jeice told Guido.
"No, Baata can get it!" Guido insisted.
"Reccoom's closest to the door, let him," Baata protested.
"I don't want to get up!" Reccoom cried.
"Fine," Jeice insisted. "Let's all do rock, paper, and scissors. Loser has to answer the door!"
"Rock, paper, scissors, rock, paper, scissors, rock, paper, scissors!" the Ginyu Force members cried out, as Captain Ginyu paid them no mind. He was too busy trying to get a good glimpse of either Tarli's bottom or full, plump breasts.
"I've got rock!" Jeice cried.
"I've got paper! Paper covers rock!" Baata shouted.
"Scissors cuts paper!" Reccoom declared.
"Yeah, well rock crushes scissors!" Guido insisted.
"Yeah, well my paper covers all rocks!" Baata argued.
"And my scissors cuts paper!" Reccoom yelled.
"Yeah, well since Guid and I got rocks, it's down between you and Baata," Jeice said firmly. "Guid, we're out."
"That's not fair, Jeice!" Baata hissed. The banging and pounding on the door continued.
"Someone answer that blasted door!" Captain Ginyu roared.
Dodoria's voice came through the door. "Are you morons gonna answer this door or what?"
"Oh, it's fatty," Jeice sighed.
Dodoria tried a new tactic. "I've got chocolate nut bars for the first person who answers the door!"
All five Ginyu Force members leapt out of their seats immediately and raced to the door. Reccoom opened the door first by pressing a button. A grinning Dodoria stood there with two chocolate nut bars, which Reccoom swiftly swiped, from his chubby hands.
"Hey share the wealth!" Jeice demanded.
"Yeah!" Baata and Guido ordered.
"Quiet, men!" Captain Ginyu demanded. He said to Dodoria, "What brings you here?"
Dodoria said sulkily, no longer grinning, "Diamonique took my place on the Grain mission, and I want to know if you all heard from Zarbon?"
The Ginyu Force members shook their heads, and Baata said, "This is what you interrupted our soap opera watching for, Dodoria? Tarli and Buuk were about to get it on, and Rogan's just left Dayla for her father!"
"Don't tell me that you guys are watching "All My Concubines" again," Dodoria groaned. "Don't you guys have better things to do?"
"Not really," Reccoom replied.
"What's so great about those soaps anyway?" Dodoria wanted to know.
"Well, why you don't watch and find out," Captain Ginyu said snidely.
"Fine!" Dodoria declared. "I will! And then I'll show you guys just how silly these soaps are!"
Somewhere in space…
"Zarbon, are you there?"
"Yes, Lord Frieza, I am."
"Good. Zarbon, I am giving you, Jaden, and Diamonique new orders. But speaking of Diamonique…how did she wind up taking Dodoria's place on the mission?"
"Diamonique informed me that Dodoria had suddenly became very ill, and he asked her to take his place on the mission. Last time I contacted the mother ship, Dodoria was on his way to recuperating; the Medical Officers cannot seem to detect what caused his ailment, but he's recovering."
"I…see. Anyway, Zarbon, I have new orders to add to your mission. There is a certain Intergalacticpol technician that I would like to add to my forces that I want you to capture. Our spy in Intergalacticpol has told me that this technical genius is headed towards planet Grain to hear some insignificant Calmagian princess sing for the famous Melodian singer, Operetta. You know who I am speaking of, don't you, Zarbon?"
"Of course, sire, and I happen to know personally who the Calmagian princess is. She was once married to Alberm Dunlop, one of our spies before he died. Now she is living with the Clan of Chloe, or she was before she went to planet Grain with Princess Tayla Chloe."
"Well, I'm not worried about the Calmagian girl, but I do want that technician who is visiting her; he will be a great asset to my forces in the Technical Division. Of course, he will not come to us willingly, but he is not to be harmed; you can easily knock him out for a while. Do not fail me, Zarbon; see that Prince Barley and this technical genius are captured."
"Will do, sire, consider it done."
Thirty minutes later…
"Curse that Rogan! How can he treat a nice girl like Dayla that way?" Dodoria wanted to know. "And I never knew what a hottie Tarli was! That cute little rump of hers…ah! And what was the name of that ugly guy with the six legs, one arm, and square-shaped head called again?"
"Arfak, the king of Alti. He's Tarli's father," Captain Ginyu responded.
"Aw, the show's about to end," Dodoria groaned. "What's coming up next?"
"Our second favorite, 'Last Days Of Our Lives'," Baata replied. "Today, Megarie is going to discover that her sister, Saalo, tricked Megarie's husband, Farr, into bed by drugging him. It's about time that Saalo got her comeuppance! You'll love that show, Dodoria!"
"I'm sure that I will," Dodoria said enthusiastically, even though he had no idea who Megarie, Saalo, and Farr were.
"Oh no! Arfak just found out that Tarli and Buuk have been seeing each other! Arfak's going to have Buuk executed when he finds him, I just know it!" Jeice wailed.
"Don't worry, Buuk's a smart guy, even if he is only a footman. Remember that he and Tarli plan to elope," Baata assured him.
"I hope that they escape before Arfak catches up with them," Captain Ginyu said worriedly.
Just as Arfak on the television screen was about to board his ship to go after Buuk and Tarli, the show's announcer said cheerfully, "Will Arfak reach Buuk and Tarli and emasculate Buuk, or will the lovers flee Alti in time? Will there be a happy ending, or will the love of Tarli's life be eliminated? And how will Dayla's butler punish Rogan? Will Rogan ever see Luthron again? Find out next time on…'All My Concubines'!"
As the credits began to roll, Captain Ginyu said to Dodoria, "Gonna be back here tomorrow?"
"Sure, why not?" Dodoria replied happily. "I want to see what Dayla's butler does to Rogan!"
Somewhere in space, near Planet Frieza Number Fifty-Five…
"Head Commander Zarbon, are you there? Commander?"
"Yes, this is he. Glad to hear from you. Have you heard any more about the Saiyans' situation?"
"Yes, Commander. They are to be indicted and arraigned in three days' time. Princess Tayla Chloe is to be the main witness against them, along with Dollan Rubenstein, a Calmagian Intergalacticpol officer. A council trial has been decided upon. It is likely from what I have heard that execution is a likely punishment for Prince Vegeta and Nappa; they like Saiyans just as much as you all do."
"We must hurry as soon as possible. Have you learned yet how to disable their ki-restraining collars?"
"I'm working on it now, Commander Zarbon, although I haven't been able to hack into Intergalacticpol's computer system just yet. Prince Kekron Chloe is the one of the few who knows the entire system in and out, but he's sworn Seven Moons Oath not to tell anyone, not even me, his partner. I have to keep working to gain his trust even further than I already have, but I cannot give myself away."
"No, you haven't, and I can't blame you. You are young, but you are one of the finest spies that we've ever had. Lord Frieza has been pleased with your work in the past two years. And he has also been pleased with Prince Kekron Chloe. With all the information that you gave us on him, he has contacted me recently to tell me that he wants Prince Kekron Chloe inducted into our army. The Astorian prince would make a fine addition to our technicians; Jaden, Diamonique, and I have new orders to capture him as well as Prince Barley. Keep your eye on him and inform us of any moves that Prince Kekron makes."
"Yes, Commander. I will not fail you. I agree that Prince Kekron will fit in perfectly in our army. You needn't worry for now until you and the others arrive."
"See that it stays that way." And with that, Zarbon cut off communication.
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A/N: Now Kekron is on their list of targets; what are his chances of avoiding capture? And who is the spy for Frieza in Intergalacticpol? Will Frieza get better room service? Will Onsur and Sutos live happily ever after? And will Dayla's butler get to Rogan...oh, wait, forget about that one.
And for the more essential questions: will Bendros ever get to explain himself to Tayla? What will happen when Kekron arrives on planet Grain? Caline's audition in front of Operetta is coming up...will her lovely voice be enough to win her way into Operetta's circle? How will she feel about leaving her friends and new family behind if she passes? Find out next time on "All My Concubines"...er, I mean, "Hope Never Dies".