Cemniopla

BUTTERFLIES

Ysonia's story

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Dragonball Z. I'm in love with them though.

WARNING: YSONIA'S STORY CONTAINS A LOT OF ANGSTY DETAILS, AND IS FOLLOWED BY A LOT OF RAPE TALK. SKIP THAT PART IF IT OFFENDS YOU.

Today's quote is from Loesjes Grandpa: "There was a DNA-test today, and I put some saliva from the dog in my mouth." (Anyone who is interested, this was a Loesje-quote. They are from a Dutch site, which has been made international. You can visit it at: http://www.loesje.org Try it sometime. It is fun.) Lotsa thanx to all the wonderful people who reviewed me so nicely. This support really helps me, you guys. I love you all!!! Tonight I saw this beautiful movie, called 'The Last of the Mohicans' (anyone ever seen it?) and it was so beautiful… I'm still really impressed. Haven't spoken a word since it ended half an hour ago. It was sad and… beautiful… I don't know… I loved it.

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"Hey Trunks!! How are ya feeling?" Bra said to her brother as he opened the door. He blinked at her, while she giggled at his 'morning look'. His hair was ruffled, and half of it stood up right (I know it really can't, but work with me here), his eyes were still half closed and his pj's were definitely to large. "How come you're already up so early, bright and shining? Normally you not only wake up more than an hour after me, but you also take over an hour to get ready. Considering this you must've gotten up at…" he glanced at the clock, "…six thirty this morning!! You never get up after nine!!" Bra grinned and punched him playfully. "Come on bro. Let's get some food. You know dad is too busy to have 'ceremonial' breakfast with us, so let's just go grab something and then spar till classes start, kay?" saying this she was pushing him into his room towards the shower. "Alright, alright. Just chill down. You definitely have too much energy today, sheesh!!" Bra grinned again, as he groggily walked into the bathroom. "And you'd better hurry!!" she happily yelled after him, as she heard another grumbling remark towards her over-happiness.

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"Well, I'm sorry, Sanae, but you'll have to. No one can afford to disobey the Royal Family. Not even you." Sanae said nothing, but just turned her head away and humped. Bardock also stayed silent as he crossed his arms and accepted the silent challenge for a staring contest. After ten minutes Sanae finally sighed. "Okay… but only for you, Toussan." And muttering curses under her breath (just like Trunks just did, see a connection here?) she blasted off towards the palace.

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"What are you here for, little third class girls are not allowed to enter the palace." Sanae shot both the grinning guards her death glare. "I have an appointment with the Prince. Don't think I like it, cause I really don't, but I have to. So JUST OPEN THE GODDAMN DOORS!!" The two idiots were actually impressed by this outburst and quickly opened the doors, as one of them led her over to the Princes Laws class.

"My Prince, here is a girl that says that you sent for her. Shall I tell her to wait till the end of your classes?" Trunks shot up from his desk. He had just been dozing off by the monotone sound of his teacher's voice. "No. Send her to my rooms, but first make sure that all the windows are locked and protected with a ki-shield. I will be there in ten minutes." The guard nodded and took off to do as the Prince had ordered. Trunks knew he'd get in trouble because he skipped his classes, but they were so boring and this girl was way more interesting. "Well, Sonto, it seems that we will have to presume my law-lessons later. I have some important matters to deal with now." Sonto simply nodded, what else could he do? This was his Prince and he had to follow his orders. Trunks then strode off to his wing, hoping he would not meet his father on the way there, who would surely be mad if he found out Trunks had skipped classes.

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"Well, we meet again…" Trunks smirked, as he walked into his room, where the girl from the day before already sat waiting for him. She snorted and turned her head away. "First of all, tell me your name." Sanae had really no choice. "My name is Sanae, adopted daughter of Bardock, I'm a third class by birth, first class by power. Sixteen standard years old." Trunks nodded in approval. Only sixteen and already a first class!! Well, in power at least. "I have seen you fight, and I was quite impressed by your speed. I want to spar with you. If you are good, you will become my permanent sparring partner with one other warrior I selected yesterday, and will get a room in the palace. Can you spar in those clothes?" Sanae looked down at what she was wearing. Just some simple green shorts and a red T-shirt. "Yeah, sure. But don't think that I'd be honored or something. I'm only doing this cause I have no choice." Trunks frowned, but didn't even answer to this. "I'm going to call my servant for lunch, and after we eat something we can spar." He walked out, internally laughing for what he was sure she would try. He laughed out loud as he heard a huge explosion only ten seconds later. Those ki-shields had not been too much. He called for Lana to bring some lunch, and then walked back into the room.

Sanae had just carefully opened her eyes and was dusting herself off as the Prince came back in. She snarled at him, as he looked at her with an incredible smug smirk written over his features. "Well," she coughed, "I hope you're proud of yourself!!" Trunks grinned even wider. "As a matter of fact I am." He reached out a hand to help her get up, which she slapped away as she got up. "I don't need your stupid help after such a 'funny' trick." She grunted. "Well, it was you who tried to get away, after I told you to stay. So it's your own damn fault. It is perfectly in my right to shield my windows." She narrowed her eyes at him, but in the back of her head thought that she wouldn't get away after throwing much more insults at him, so she shut up. He gracefully walked to the dining room, motioning her to follow him. So she did.

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Bra tried her hardest to concentrate on the teacher, but kept dozing off. Back on earth this had all seemed one big adventure, but her father had insisted that she and Trunks would be properly educated in his culture. How he'd ever survived those boring lessons, and that when he was only five years old, was incomprehensible for her. "Princess Bra? Are you paying attention?" She snapped up. "Oh!! Yeah, yeah. Sorry. I guess I'm just a little tired today." She apologized, as she blushed a little. "Oh. In that case, maybe a little break would be good. We can continue the classes in three hours." The teacher kindly said. Bra smiled at him. "Thanks. I think that would be a fine idea. Thanks a lot." "Oh no, Princess, you don't need to thank me!! I'm honored to be allowed to teach you." She grinned. "Guess I'm still not used to the fact that I don't have to pay the teachers my respects." The teacher bowed for her. "That's okay, Princess Bra. With your permission, I'll just go get some rest now too." She jumped up and nodded quickly. "Of course. You can go now." She shook her head a little as the teacher left her alone in the room. Suddenly she heard a movement at the window. She quickly turned around, and smiled as she saw who had just flown inside. "Milanco!! How cool that you came back so soon!!" He smiled. "Of course, Princess." She grinned as she gave him a little kiss. "Oh, don't call me that!!! You know perfectly well that my name is Bra. Just use it that way. Come on, let's go to the gardens!!" Milanco swallowed a lump in his throat as he nervously looked around. "Aww, come on!! I know my dad is overprotective, but I bet he's training now anyways! Come on!" She grabbed his hand as she pulled him towards the door. But, of course, just at that moment a scary figure stepped out of the shadows, blocking the doorway. Milanco immediately dropped to the ground. "My King!!" Vegeta growled as he began preparing a blast. Bra jumped at him and grabbed his arm. "Toussan!! Don't!!! You let Trunks invite a whole bunch of beautiful girls and you don't let me invite Milanco?" Vegeta snarled at her. "I won't let some stupid second class baka mate with you!!" She grabbed his arm again, and pulled the aiming finger away from Milanco. "We didn't do anything!!" she yelled. "Oh yes, you did!! I smelt a male in your room yesterday night, and now I'm positive that it was this baka. And I tasted him on your lips, so don't even give me that young lady!!" "Aww come on, Toussan!! Just one kiss!!" Vegeta didn't give in. "Okay, if you hurt him, I'll go away, I'll… I'll… I'll go pick up guys. I swear!!" Now Vegeta lowered his arm a little. He wouldn't win anything by killing the baka. But on the other hand, he had dared to lay his hands on his little Princess. He looked at his daughter, who gave him the puppy dog look, and let the blast vanish. "I'll let him live… for now. You can spar with him, but…" here he directed his words at Milanco. "If you ever, in any way, touch my Princess again if it is not in sparring, you die a horrible, painful death by my hands." Milanco swallowed and nodded. "Thank you, my King." As he didn't even dare to lift his head at the furious Royalty. Bra sighed and kissed her father on the cheek. "Thanks, Toussan. Aishiteru." Vegeta humped and strode off to his gravity room. "Milanco? You can get up now." The young Saiyan slowly got up and shot a fearful glance in the direction the King had left in. "Phew. Thanks, Bra." Bra smiled at him, and grabbed his hand. "It's okay! Now, let's go outside. I wanna show you this beautiful lake."

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Pan turned out to be a tremendous training partner for Trunks. They sparred all afternoon and more, and it was eight until they realized it was dinner time. Panting, Trunks walked Pan over to her rooms, which were, conveniently, next to his. Then he asked Lana to bring her dinner, and walked off to his fathers rooms, to see if there'd be a 'family' dinner. Vegeta dismissed the members of the counsel and walked up to his son. "Hungry, Toussan?" Trunks asked the groggy King. Vegeta frowned at him. "If I ever talked to my father like that, I'd get a beating so severe that I couldn't train for a week, brat!" Trunks raised his eyebrows in a very arrogant manner, and turned around to walk away. Vegeta heard the guards around them gasp in shock. He had to save his face, so he blasted Trunks in the back, and when the surprised boy jumped around, he smirked. "Let that be a lesson to you, brat." Trunks narrowed his eyes, but knew that causing trouble would only result in more trouble, so he angrily marched off. The guards emotionlessly looked forward again, and Vegeta chuckeled softly as he followed his son. "Why did you have to go and do that, Toussan?" Trunks said angrily as they sat at the table together, eating dinner. "No one embarrasses me in front of my men, brat. You should know that. I have to keep my honor up." Trunks groaned at this, but just let it go. "Now, where is your sister?" His father asked annoyed. Trunks only now noticed she was not there. "Oh. Uhm… I have no idea actually. I haven't seen her after we sparred this morning, oh wait, later she came out of the gardens and went up to her room, with a guy…" Vegeta growled, but she had promised not to mate the lowclass baka, and he would trust her for this time. He'd go to her room later, to check for himself. Trunks sighed, but knew it was not his business, so he dropped the subject, and went on telling Vegeta that he had installed Pan in her rooms.

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Bra sat down on the couch with Bachso on her lap and Milanco's arm around her shoulders. They talked for a while, until after a few minutes, Ysonia came in and took Bachso over from her. "Thanks for holding him while I was busy, Bra." Bra smiled at her. "No problem." The girls cooked dinner together, while Milanco played with Bachso. Well, actually Ysonia did most of the cooking, and Bra did her best not to burn it all. When they were done, they set the table and all sat at the table to eat, chatting casually about the beatiful gardens. Milanco seemed to be really impressed by how much Bra knew about nature. He was kinda embarassed to admit that the only two subjects he knew something about were fighting and laws. But Bra was really impressed by that, so no problems rose. After dinner, they had a drink, and cosily sat down on the couch. Bra felt bad about breaking the comfortable air, but she was too curious about Ysonia's past not to. "Ysonia, do you want to tell me about the purge of your planet? Or… or is that too hard?" she tried her best to ask as carefull as possible, but what she'd feared had happened. The green-haired girls face saddened immediately, and she gripped Bachso a little tighter. But a determined look was evident on her face. "Yes, Bra. I will tell you about it. I trust you, and I want you to know what happened. Be-because my sister is still somewhere around here. M-maybe you can save her too." Bra nodded breathlessly, shifting a little closer to Milanco. And Ysonia started the horrible tale that was her life.

"Back on my planet, Porti-sei I was married to the Prince." Bra gasped, but did not interrupt Ysonia's story. "I was one of the most respected women on the planet, and a very good friend of the Princess and the Queen. But of course, the same fate that has befallen so many planets after Freeza died, and his reign faded, our planet was to be purged by Saiyans, to extend their empire. That fatefull day came far later than we thought it would. Twentyfive years our race lived in peace, being our own masters. But of course, this could not last forever. That day, the day the Saiyans, those monsters," she cast a sideways glance at Milanco, but he ws so caught up in the story that he didn't even seem to notice the insult, "came, I was walking with my baby son, also named Bechso in the gardens of the palace. He was only two at the time, and loved walking in the gardens, and I oftenly took him whenever his father was in counsel. Suddenly, it was like we saw the entire capital blow up in front of us! Even worse, it was. I screamed and picked Bechso up, running back to the palace as fast as I could. But suddenly that was blown up too. I cried, thinking that Kero, my husband was still in there, but he wasn't, for he suddenly landed in front of me, extending his arms as to protect me from the men, who that I only now noticed were standing in front of us. 'Stay away from her!' he yelled at the men, who mearly chuckled. I could tell that he was terribly afraid what they would do to me, would they get their hands on me. I was, afterall, known as one of the most beautiful women on the planet. I remember that I screamed as they blasted him." Her voice sounded so monotone as she told this, even though some small tears were tickling down her cheecks. "And then, then they took Bachso from me. They… they killed my baby right in front of my eyes. I went hysterical, tried to attack them, hurt them, no matter how, I had to!! They'd killed my baby!! He was only two years old!!! He couldn't even…. He couldn't even defend himself…. My baby…." She was silent for a long while, clutching her second child to her chest, and Bra had to restrain herself to get up and run up to Ysonia to comfort her. But she knew that Ysonia had to tell this, had to get it off her chest. So she just sat, waiting for the green-haired beauty to continue. Eventually, she did. "… I believe I bruised some of them a fair bit then, before they knocked me out. When I woke up again, I was in a huge steel room, with over a million matresses on the floor. No windows, scarce light, smelling horribly. I looked around and I was sure there were at least two million people in there. All dirty, wounded, smelly, clothed in rags, some crying, some cursing, some just numbly sitting there. I looked around, and noticed that the few of my people they had captured, were gathered around me, tending to my wounds. As soon as they noticed that I was awake again, my sister carefully helped me sit up. You can't imangine how relieved I was to see my sister alive. I thought I'd lost everyone, but look, here were still about twenty of my people left, and among them was my sister!! And we lived in this hall for over a year. Never one shower, Saiyans kept on taking the women away at night, and some of these women never came back. In the end only two men, me and my sister, Syqua were left. We got one meal a day, consisting of… well, I actually never found out. It was no recognisable substance. More slaves died every day, and thank god the bodies were taken away twice a week. Then, after a few months, a Saiyan came to take me away. The last two men of my race jumped up in front of me to protect their princess, to the death if need be. And it indeed led to their death. I cried again that moment. Now only me and Syqua were left… The Saiyan took me away, of course, and had me that night. I cried the entire time, and I think he felt sorry for me, because he didn't take me back. Instead he fed me, washed me, tended my wounds, combed my hair and kept me in his room. In only a few days, I grew to love this man. He was my only comfort here, my protector, and he was the father of my second son, Bechso." She lovingly looked down at the child that had cuddled up in her lap, drowsily, almost falling asleep. "But of course, this could not last. Three weeks later, I was discovered in his rooms, and while he was killed, I was thrown back with the slaves. I will probably never know why they killed him and left me alive… wasn't he more important than me? Guess it's bad to break the rules. So that's how I lost my second love. Nine months later, Bechso was born, and immediately taken from me. I am still surprised how he managed to survive. No milk, undernourished like everyone, unloved… But he survived. A few more incidents happened… But nothing big. Until we were almost there. We were told we'd land in a week, and Syqua and me were praying that life would be somewhat better than here. But that night Syqua was taken and raped to the brink of death. That... that's why I'm so worried about her. Though I tended her wounds as good as I could, I don't know if she survived. I lost track of her by the unboarding…" she looked up at Bra hopefully. "Can you please help me find her, Bra-chan?" Bra had kept crawling up more and more to Milanco, who tried to comfort her as much as he could, softly stroking her hair, and hugging her. Now she got up and ran over to Ysonia, hugging her so tightly that the other girl chocked. "Oh Ysonia!! I never knew!! How could those cold, arrogant, malicious, goddamned bastards do this to you!! To anyone at all!! Oh…." She narrowed her eyes in sudden anger, and stomped out of the room. "You guys wait here. I need to have a 'talk' with my father."

Vegeta shot up from his chair as his door was blasted open, and his eyes met the flaming eyes of a blue-haired fury. "TOUSSAN!!!! DID YOU KNOW HOW THOSE BASTARDS YOU CALL SAIYANS TREATED MY FRIEND AND ALL THOSE POOR OTHER PEOPLE!!! DID YOU EVER EVEN WONDER IN THE SLIGHTEST WHAT THEY GO THROUGH ON THOSE CURSED SHIPS OF YOU!!! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!" He walked up to her to calm her down, but she moved out of his reach. "Stay away from me, Toussan!!! How many orders for purges have you written with those hands!?!! How many deaths and tortures have you caused?!?!!!" "Brat, calm down." "No I won't!!! Oh, wait a second, I almost forgot… YOU'VE PURGED COUNTLESS PLANETS TOO!! YOU HAVE TAKEN MILLIONS OF SLAVES!!! HOW MANY OF THEM HAVE YOU RAPED HUH, TOUSSAN? HOW MANY HAVE YOU TORTURED, RAPED AND KILLED? I BET YOU WERE JUST RAPING THAT GIRL SERVANT OF YOURS TOO BEFORE I CAME IN HUH? YOU BAAAASTARD!!!" That was it for Vegeta. He grabbed both her wrists and yelled in her face. "NOW THAT'S IT!! DON'T YOU GIVE ME THAT, BRAT!! I AM FAITHFULL TO YOUR MOTHER!! AND EVEN BEFORE I MET HER I DID NOT RA…" Here he cut off. Because he had raped many women. More than he could count. Goddamn it. "Bra, you have to calm down." But she pulled herself loose violently, and ran off. Shaking his head, he started another series of push-ups. He needed some time to think this over.

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Bra angrily stomped through the halls back to her room. Tears were staining her face, and she was blasting every guard unconscious that came in her way. When she arrived back in her room, she collapsed in Milanco's arms, shaking with sobs. "How… how dare they do that!! I hate Toussan!!" Ysonia just sat there, looking wideeyed. Finally she walked over to Bra, and carefully lifted her head to look at her. "Bra-chan, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you. Look at what I did. Come on Bra. I ain't crying that hard either. You have to get a grip on yourself." Bra looked deep into those sad eyes, and stopped crying. She then got up and disappeared into the bathroom to get a shower. Twenty minutes later she came back out, looking refreshed, but with a new flame of anger in her blue eyes. "Come on, Milanco. And you too, Ysonia. But don't take Bachso with you. This might get nasty." Milanco and Ysonia exchanged a worried glance, but just followed Bra. And their worries were justified. Bra was marching right towards the slave quarters. But they were surprised when about twenty foot before the entrance, she calmed down entirely, only her cold superiority stayed. At least, on the outside. "Guards!!" she barked. They immediately came running out. "My Princess! What are you doing here, your highness?" She snarled at them. "I am here to find some more slaves." The left one nodded. "Of course, Princess. What race?" She cast one sideways glance at Ysonia before she continued. "Somewhere around here there should be another Porti-jin female in here. I want her NOW!!" Both guards winced. Then one of them shyly spoke up. "I… I have the last Porti-jin in my home, Princess." He bowed his head. "Good. Where do you live?" "I will bring you there, my Princess. It will be an honor to welcome you in my home." She grunted, and quickly flew after him. When they came there, they immediately saw Syqua, as she was standing in the kitchen, cooking. Ysonia cried, and ran over to Syqua, and sobbing they fell into each others arms. Bra walked over to them, and smiled a little. "Did he treat you well?" Syqua nodded. "Compared to that ship, he sure did." Bra then turned back to the guard. "You're lucky that you treated her well. I'll let you live… for now." The guard gulped, but thankfully nodded and bowed for her. The next thing he knew the Princess had already left with Milanco and the two girls. Then she set the girls of at her rooms, grabbed Milancos arm, and flew straight back to the slaves quarters. "Bra-chan? Are you sure you should be doing this?" He carefully asked. But all he got was a deathglare, and they flew on. "Your highness, are you already back?" the other guard asked, surprised. Bra ignored him completely, and flew straight into the hall, blasting him out of the way. Suddenly she calmed down as she entered an enormous room, where millions of slaves sat, clothed in rags, manufacturing armor. Her eyes widened. She never knew. Milanco was shocked too. All the slaves he'd ever seen were at home, and those were well fed, well clothed, and considerably happier. He was pulled out of his train of thoughts by Bra shooting a large blast in the ceiling. The entire hall silenced, and all eyes were directed at her. She stood proud and tall in front of all the people. "I want you all to work on, and all of the women in here who have babies still somewhere around here to come with me." Immediately about thousands and thousands of women rose, and went to follow Bra. She was amazed. How was this possible, this was never gonna work. "No, no! Wait!! We will do this differently. We will blast open the wall, I'll get all the babies out of the infermary into a ship and take them after you." She then turned around to whisper at Milanco. "Milanco, will you please help me in this and guide these people to somewhere in the plains? Then I will go get the babies and come after you." He shook his head in thought. "But Bra-chan, this are over ten million people that is way too much to take with me. If you have to get them somewhere, let's get them in ships and put them on a planet with all the materials they need to rebuild their home." She stared at him in shock, and then a smile slowly started to break through the royal scowl. "Oh Milanco!!" she shouted, falling into his arms. "You are such a genius!!! That is a great idea!!!!" She kissed him deeply, and then turned back to all the people. "The plans are changed. We will take four of the ships, and fly to a deserted planet, to settle all of you in there. But first I will go get the babies." Milanco blasted the whole southern wall to pieces, and walked the slaves to the dock. He knew he'd be tortured to death for this, but he was too much in love. He didn't care anymore. Anything for his Princess. All the Saiyans standing in the dock were amazed, but couldn't do anything to stop such a large number of people. So they just blinked their eyes, and blasted off to the palace, to inform the king.

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Of course, when Vegeta arrived at the scene, the ships were long gone. He cursed violently and immediately summoned all his men to ready the Royal ship and go get Trunks. Trunks arrived and heared what happened, and had a hard time trying to contain his laughter. This was so characteristic for his little sister. But it was something really big. A goddamned revolution of over ten milion people. But Trunks didn't know what she had heard to make her do this. He was embarrassed to admit to himself that he had not paid much attention to Lana. He did not know anything about her except that she had been raped very often, which was terrible at itself. Then he heard his father bark orders around and smiled again. He was already looking forward to finding out how far Bra had gotten with her little escape action. Ten minutes later, they boarded the ship and blasted off after the runaway slaves.

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HAHA!! This is getting longer and longer. Do you guys know that in the original idea I had for this fic Bra wasn't even in the story? I had waaaay other plans. But don't worry, I'll include those too. This is just getting too good to let go. Please review me to tell me what you think, that would really help me write this. Oh, one more question. If there is anyone out there who can draw, would you like to make a pic of Milanco? Cause a friend of mine drew one, but she doesn't want me to put it online, and I want a pic of him (maybe with Bra) on my homepage. So can you please mail me, then I'll give you her pic of Milanco, and you can work it out. Okay, that was really it. Goodbye everyone! I love you all!! - Marlyne