Chapter Thirty-Four: Kaydra's Fate
Despite being on opposite sides, Chestra and little Princess Kaydra
became fast friends. After Chestra had taken her to use the toilet, she had
stopped at a snack cart and had given Kaydra a chocolate bar, which Kaydra ate
gratefully. Chestra had asked Kaydra numerous questions about her past life and
family, and the little princess answered eagerly, having not yet learned not to
talk to strangers.
Chestra turned on her scouter and used it to examine the girl's
power level. The scouter indicated a reading of seven hundred. Chestra was
amazed then, for it was rare for a child of most species to have a power level
reading that high. But then Kaydra was an Astorian.
"Are you training to be a warrior, child?" Chestra asked her softly.
Kaydra nodded. "Yes, Miss Chestra, I am. My father is teaching me
to fight with a sword, and I can electrocute people too."
Chestra nodded. "I see. I bet you are quite strong for your age."
Kaydra agreed. "My Pappa says that no child has had a power level
as high as mine since my Aunt Tayla had her power level read. It was only a
little bit higher than mine when she was my age."
"You've never been to your home planet of Astoria, have you?"
Kaydra and Chestra were almost near the dining room now. Kaydra
spoke, "No, Miss Chestra, for my Pappa and my Mamma ran away from there a long
time ago. Pappa says that my great-grandmother didn't approve of Pappa and
Mamma being together, so they had to leave Astoria behind forever. I still hope
to see it someday."
Chestra smiled sadly. "You probably won't, my dear, but we are
looking for your Aunt Tayla on planet Calmag. We will bring her here for you to
meet her, and maybe you will have a new friend to play with and train with."
"So we can't go back home to planet Dijon?"
"No, little one, I'm sorry. There is nothing there for you to go
back to."
"What about my friends?" Kaydra asked worriedly, running her small
fingers along the shiny steel walls of the corridor of Frieza's mother ship.
The metal was smooth and cold.
"They won't be there, my dear. They have gone away from there,
never to return."
Kaydra hung her head down, and Chestra patted her back, as she and
the child reentered Frieza's private dining room. Dodoria grinned when he saw
Chestra and Kaydra enter.
"Glad you're back, finally," he told Chestra. "Guess what? Frieza
wants all of the Astorian prisoners eliminated, except for that slut that Balair
plans to keep for his concubine. Kill the brat now."
Chestra was horrified, and she turned her red and green head towards
Frieza. Frieza nodded. "Chestra, kill the little girl now."
For the first time since Chestra had started to work for Frieza, she
refused to obey him. "I will not kill her," Chestra told him calmly.
The room grew silent then. Even Jaden stared at Chestra in shock,
along with the others. Jaden understood why Chestra was refusing, but she
feared for her friend's life. Chestra had to surely see that the child was not
worth dying over.
Frieza tried to remain calm, for Chestra had never defied him
before. "What did you say?" he prompted her.
"I will not kill her, Lord Frieza," Chestra repeated again quietly.
"She is a child, a powerful child with a high power level of seven hundred. She
is an innocent little girl who does not deserve to die." She then looked at the
burned skeleton of Darcos on the dining room floor and nearly vomited. "Why did
the boy have to die, sire?"
"I have ordered all of the Astorians here to be killed, Chestra,
except for that woman that Balair insists on making his whore," Frieza told her
edgily. "Now why won't you kill the child?"
Chestra tried to remain calm. She had to come up with a reason that
would appeal to Lord Frieza, so that Kaydra could live. "Sire, she has a power
level of seven hundred, impressive for a child of any species, even an
Astorian's. She is only five years old, and she is young enough that she may be
trained to grow up and serve you with complete loyalty. You have admitted
before that the Astorians are a powerful race, and here is a pureblooded one
with much potential. Why do you think slave masters would rather choose to
breed slaves then buy them? Because a child can learn anything and learn to
become anything that those raising her want her to become. Young children are
much more easily trained and taught than older children or adults. Allow me,
sire, please, to keep her and raise her myself. I am even willing to forego my
bonus pay, if will allow the girl to live and become my ward."
Frieza looked at Chestra skeptically. "Chestra, you are a fine
warrior, but you are still young. Are you certain that you are ready to train
and raise someone to work for me? Are you up to the task of raising a child?"
Chestra nodded astutely. "Yes sire, I am. I love children, as you
may have heard. You insist that us Top Elite officers train the lower-level
soldiers to become better fighters for you, and Kaydra Chloe will be excellent
practice for me. Training her will keep me occupied between assignments. I am
asking you to please allow her to live and allow me to raise her as my own. I
do not ask much from you, Lord Frieza, as you well know."
Frieza closed his eyes in thought and meditated for a few minutes.
The air was pregnant with suspense, and Jaden and Zarbon looked at Chestra with
"do you have any idea what you're doing?" looks on their faces.
Finally, after what seemed to be an hour, Frieza opened his eyes and
grinned. Chestra hoped that it was a good sign.
Frieza spoke again, "It is true that you don't ask much of me, my
dear. I still think that the Astorian brat is more trouble than she's worth,
but I will allow you to keep her, providing that of course she does grow up to
be loyal to me. She is yours to do with as you wish, and I will even allow you
to keep your bonus pay. You will need to buy supplies for the girl, will you
not?"
Chestra looked at Frieza gratefully. "Thank you, sire, I greatly
appreciate this."
Frieza chuckled. "You're in for some trouble with any descendant of
Shalila Chloe's, my dear, but I am sure that you can handle it, although I don't
know what Zarbon will say about this. Do you plan to become a father,
Zarbon?"
Zarbon's face was unreadable. What in the universe had his mate
gotten herself into? An Astorian child could grow up to become useful, but
equally dangerous, as well. He saw Chestra looking at him, with a pleading
expression in her emerald eyes that matched the green half of her hair.
He sighed resignedly. "She will need help with that one, sire, so I
will be involved."
Frieza chuckled again. "I never thought that you two would become
parents this soon, but who can predict the future? Take care of the girl and
raise her well. Everyone is dismissed."
The Elite officers were relieved to be excused, as they all left the
dining room. Frieza pressed a button on the dining room table and ordered some
low-level officers to come take away the corpses of Jaypros and Darcos.
Zarbon shook his head when he and Chestra were alone in the
corridors with a worried Kaydra, who kept asking where her mamma was, and why
her father would not get up off of the floor. Chestra and Zarbon tried to
answer the girl's questions the best they could without giving away too much
information.
"So, my Pappa has died?" Kaydra asked tearfully. "Why did he die?"
"He just died suddenly," Zarbon said indifferently. "And your
brother has turned into a skeleton, and he can't turn into a person again. But
Chestra and I will be looking after you and taking care of you."
"Where is Mamma?"
"She's not here now," Chestra spoke quickly, deciding not to tell
the girl that her mother was now Balair's concubine. Chestra had thought about
saving the woman, but Zarbon advised her against it, saying that Frieza or
Balair would probably have the lady killed soon anyway. Chestra felt awful
about this, but she knew that Zarbon was right; the Astorian mother had no
chance of survival. She herself was not strong enough to fight Balair on her
own without help. She and Zarbon just hoped that Kaydra would not accidentally
run into her mother anytime soon, assuming that Balair allowed the woman to
live.
The three went into Chestra's bedroom, where Chestra tucked the worried, sad
little girl into her bed for a nap. She sang lullabies to soothe the crying
girl, and she held Kaydra for a long time. Zarbon just looked on, not used to
children.
Finally Kaydra faded off into an uneasy sleep. Chestra looked at
her with already sprouting mother-love. She stroked the girl's whitish-gold
hair, wondering at how soft and silky it was. She tucked the covers further
around the tiny princess and sat on her bed, watching over her.
"Are you sure that this is a good idea, allowing her to live?"
Zarbon asked his mate quietly, after he was sure that Kaydra was sound asleep.
He sat down next to Chestra and put his arm around the woman that he had come to
love so much. Chestra rested her head on his caped shoulder.
"I have always wanted a child, Zarbon, but we have had trouble
conceiving in the past, remember? This may be the only chance that I'll get to
be a mother."
"If Lord Frieza is pleased with the girl's progress, that is,"
Zarbon reminded her. "I don't wish to rain meteors on your planet, Chestra, but
I would not get too attached to the child, if I were you. You know how Frieza's
moods can change from one moment to the next." He had to admire Chestra's
cleverness, however, in getting the girl's life spared.
Chestra looked at Zarbon determinedly. "She will live to grow up.
I will not allow anyone or anything to harm her. She will grow up to become a
powerful warrior, and she will live a happy and productive life. And I will
insure that that will happen, no matter what."
"Even if it means possibly going against Lord Frieza's wishes one day?"
"Yes!" Chestra declared vociferously and fiercely. "Not even Lord
Frieza will be allowed to harm her." Zarbon just sighed and shook his head; he
just hoped that Chestra knew what she was getting herself-and him-into.
7PM (Frieza Stellar Time), 9PM (Astorian Galactic Time)
Frieza was in his private sitting room, decorated with purple velvet
chairs and mahogany furniture and paneled walls. He was watching a super nova
explode thirty million light-years away, and he watched it appreciatively.
Dodoria was standing near him.
"Sire, are you sure that it was a good idea to spare that brat's
life?"
Frieza smirked. "Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't, but it won't hurt
Chestra to have something to keep her occupied between her assignments besides
sleeping with Zarbon. Even if the child doesn't meet expectations, what harm
could that girl really do, if she became loyal to me? What harm can it really
do?"
"If she finds out the truth about her family, she could rebel
against you. Remember that I also said that about allowing Prince Vegeta and
Princess Journa to live? If the whole truth about everything came out, that
would be three powerful kids against you, sire."
"I can assure that they will not rebel against me, Dodoria. You are
worrying too much. Don't you have some training to do for Calmag?"
"Yes, sire, but-"
"Then get on it, Dodoria! I wish to be alone now. Now go away, and
see that no one else disturbs me."
"Yes, sire," Dodoria reluctantly said and left.
The next morning, 9AM (Frieza Stellar Time), 11AM (Astorian Galactic Time)
Balair grinned evilly at the naked, battered, violated woman lying
beside him, unconscious. He stroked the whitish blond hair and smooth back of
his latest victim. What was her name again: Fara, Fayra, or Furla?
No, it was Farla. Even though she had resisted him and begged him
not to harm her, she had given him great pleasure. He licked her back
sensuously with his long, rough tongue. They had fit together perfectly, and
she had been smooth and soft, exactly as he hoped she would be. Of course, her
screaming had irritated him to the point where he had to bruise her a few times,
but other than that, she had pleased him. He had forced himself on her several
times before he was finally satisfied, each time bringing him more pleasure than
the last. He liked biting her as well, biting her so hard that he had left deep
gashes on her body, not deadly ones, but definitely bloody, painful and brutal.
And everyone said that he wasn't mating-compatible with an Astorian!
He could understand now the legendary Saiyan lust for Astorian females; maybe
he himself ought to pay a visit to planet Astoria someday before Frieza
eventually had it cleared of its inhabitants. He decided that he'd mate with
humanoid women more often. As for Farla, he definitely keep her alive for his
own pleasure; he could keep her on Frieza Planet Number Seventy-Four, where he
was stationed at in his own small mansion reserved exclusively for himself.
Farla awoke then, and she screamed when she saw Balair still lying
beside her. His burning eyes and hot breath reminded her that she was not
dreaming, nor had she been dreaming last night when he had raped her repeatedly.
She tried to back away from him, but he quickly seized her, and before she knew
it, Balair was lying on top of her, crushing her with his massive weight. She
could barely breathe, and the tears were sliding down her cheeks.
Balair kissed her roughly and laughed. "I guess we've both had
enough for one session, sweetness! You sure know how to please a man! We'll be
doing this again soon, I can promise you that!"
Farla's eyes rolled back, and mercifully, she fainted beneath
Balair's sweaty body.
Despite being on opposite sides, Chestra and little Princess Kaydra
became fast friends. After Chestra had taken her to use the toilet, she had
stopped at a snack cart and had given Kaydra a chocolate bar, which Kaydra ate
gratefully. Chestra had asked Kaydra numerous questions about her past life and
family, and the little princess answered eagerly, having not yet learned not to
talk to strangers.
Chestra turned on her scouter and used it to examine the girl's
power level. The scouter indicated a reading of seven hundred. Chestra was
amazed then, for it was rare for a child of most species to have a power level
reading that high. But then Kaydra was an Astorian.
"Are you training to be a warrior, child?" Chestra asked her softly.
Kaydra nodded. "Yes, Miss Chestra, I am. My father is teaching me
to fight with a sword, and I can electrocute people too."
Chestra nodded. "I see. I bet you are quite strong for your age."
Kaydra agreed. "My Pappa says that no child has had a power level
as high as mine since my Aunt Tayla had her power level read. It was only a
little bit higher than mine when she was my age."
"You've never been to your home planet of Astoria, have you?"
Kaydra and Chestra were almost near the dining room now. Kaydra
spoke, "No, Miss Chestra, for my Pappa and my Mamma ran away from there a long
time ago. Pappa says that my great-grandmother didn't approve of Pappa and
Mamma being together, so they had to leave Astoria behind forever. I still hope
to see it someday."
Chestra smiled sadly. "You probably won't, my dear, but we are
looking for your Aunt Tayla on planet Calmag. We will bring her here for you to
meet her, and maybe you will have a new friend to play with and train with."
"So we can't go back home to planet Dijon?"
"No, little one, I'm sorry. There is nothing there for you to go
back to."
"What about my friends?" Kaydra asked worriedly, running her small
fingers along the shiny steel walls of the corridor of Frieza's mother ship.
The metal was smooth and cold.
"They won't be there, my dear. They have gone away from there,
never to return."
Kaydra hung her head down, and Chestra patted her back, as she and
the child reentered Frieza's private dining room. Dodoria grinned when he saw
Chestra and Kaydra enter.
"Glad you're back, finally," he told Chestra. "Guess what? Frieza
wants all of the Astorian prisoners eliminated, except for that slut that Balair
plans to keep for his concubine. Kill the brat now."
Chestra was horrified, and she turned her red and green head towards
Frieza. Frieza nodded. "Chestra, kill the little girl now."
For the first time since Chestra had started to work for Frieza, she
refused to obey him. "I will not kill her," Chestra told him calmly.
The room grew silent then. Even Jaden stared at Chestra in shock,
along with the others. Jaden understood why Chestra was refusing, but she
feared for her friend's life. Chestra had to surely see that the child was not
worth dying over.
Frieza tried to remain calm, for Chestra had never defied him
before. "What did you say?" he prompted her.
"I will not kill her, Lord Frieza," Chestra repeated again quietly.
"She is a child, a powerful child with a high power level of seven hundred. She
is an innocent little girl who does not deserve to die." She then looked at the
burned skeleton of Darcos on the dining room floor and nearly vomited. "Why did
the boy have to die, sire?"
"I have ordered all of the Astorians here to be killed, Chestra,
except for that woman that Balair insists on making his whore," Frieza told her
edgily. "Now why won't you kill the child?"
Chestra tried to remain calm. She had to come up with a reason that
would appeal to Lord Frieza, so that Kaydra could live. "Sire, she has a power
level of seven hundred, impressive for a child of any species, even an
Astorian's. She is only five years old, and she is young enough that she may be
trained to grow up and serve you with complete loyalty. You have admitted
before that the Astorians are a powerful race, and here is a pureblooded one
with much potential. Why do you think slave masters would rather choose to
breed slaves then buy them? Because a child can learn anything and learn to
become anything that those raising her want her to become. Young children are
much more easily trained and taught than older children or adults. Allow me,
sire, please, to keep her and raise her myself. I am even willing to forego my
bonus pay, if will allow the girl to live and become my ward."
Frieza looked at Chestra skeptically. "Chestra, you are a fine
warrior, but you are still young. Are you certain that you are ready to train
and raise someone to work for me? Are you up to the task of raising a child?"
Chestra nodded astutely. "Yes sire, I am. I love children, as you
may have heard. You insist that us Top Elite officers train the lower-level
soldiers to become better fighters for you, and Kaydra Chloe will be excellent
practice for me. Training her will keep me occupied between assignments. I am
asking you to please allow her to live and allow me to raise her as my own. I
do not ask much from you, Lord Frieza, as you well know."
Frieza closed his eyes in thought and meditated for a few minutes.
The air was pregnant with suspense, and Jaden and Zarbon looked at Chestra with
"do you have any idea what you're doing?" looks on their faces.
Finally, after what seemed to be an hour, Frieza opened his eyes and
grinned. Chestra hoped that it was a good sign.
Frieza spoke again, "It is true that you don't ask much of me, my
dear. I still think that the Astorian brat is more trouble than she's worth,
but I will allow you to keep her, providing that of course she does grow up to
be loyal to me. She is yours to do with as you wish, and I will even allow you
to keep your bonus pay. You will need to buy supplies for the girl, will you
not?"
Chestra looked at Frieza gratefully. "Thank you, sire, I greatly
appreciate this."
Frieza chuckled. "You're in for some trouble with any descendant of
Shalila Chloe's, my dear, but I am sure that you can handle it, although I don't
know what Zarbon will say about this. Do you plan to become a father,
Zarbon?"
Zarbon's face was unreadable. What in the universe had his mate
gotten herself into? An Astorian child could grow up to become useful, but
equally dangerous, as well. He saw Chestra looking at him, with a pleading
expression in her emerald eyes that matched the green half of her hair.
He sighed resignedly. "She will need help with that one, sire, so I
will be involved."
Frieza chuckled again. "I never thought that you two would become
parents this soon, but who can predict the future? Take care of the girl and
raise her well. Everyone is dismissed."
The Elite officers were relieved to be excused, as they all left the
dining room. Frieza pressed a button on the dining room table and ordered some
low-level officers to come take away the corpses of Jaypros and Darcos.
Zarbon shook his head when he and Chestra were alone in the
corridors with a worried Kaydra, who kept asking where her mamma was, and why
her father would not get up off of the floor. Chestra and Zarbon tried to
answer the girl's questions the best they could without giving away too much
information.
"So, my Pappa has died?" Kaydra asked tearfully. "Why did he die?"
"He just died suddenly," Zarbon said indifferently. "And your
brother has turned into a skeleton, and he can't turn into a person again. But
Chestra and I will be looking after you and taking care of you."
"Where is Mamma?"
"She's not here now," Chestra spoke quickly, deciding not to tell
the girl that her mother was now Balair's concubine. Chestra had thought about
saving the woman, but Zarbon advised her against it, saying that Frieza or
Balair would probably have the lady killed soon anyway. Chestra felt awful
about this, but she knew that Zarbon was right; the Astorian mother had no
chance of survival. She herself was not strong enough to fight Balair on her
own without help. She and Zarbon just hoped that Kaydra would not accidentally
run into her mother anytime soon, assuming that Balair allowed the woman to
live.
The three went into Chestra's bedroom, where Chestra tucked the worried, sad
little girl into her bed for a nap. She sang lullabies to soothe the crying
girl, and she held Kaydra for a long time. Zarbon just looked on, not used to
children.
Finally Kaydra faded off into an uneasy sleep. Chestra looked at
her with already sprouting mother-love. She stroked the girl's whitish-gold
hair, wondering at how soft and silky it was. She tucked the covers further
around the tiny princess and sat on her bed, watching over her.
"Are you sure that this is a good idea, allowing her to live?"
Zarbon asked his mate quietly, after he was sure that Kaydra was sound asleep.
He sat down next to Chestra and put his arm around the woman that he had come to
love so much. Chestra rested her head on his caped shoulder.
"I have always wanted a child, Zarbon, but we have had trouble
conceiving in the past, remember? This may be the only chance that I'll get to
be a mother."
"If Lord Frieza is pleased with the girl's progress, that is,"
Zarbon reminded her. "I don't wish to rain meteors on your planet, Chestra, but
I would not get too attached to the child, if I were you. You know how Frieza's
moods can change from one moment to the next." He had to admire Chestra's
cleverness, however, in getting the girl's life spared.
Chestra looked at Zarbon determinedly. "She will live to grow up.
I will not allow anyone or anything to harm her. She will grow up to become a
powerful warrior, and she will live a happy and productive life. And I will
insure that that will happen, no matter what."
"Even if it means possibly going against Lord Frieza's wishes one day?"
"Yes!" Chestra declared vociferously and fiercely. "Not even Lord
Frieza will be allowed to harm her." Zarbon just sighed and shook his head; he
just hoped that Chestra knew what she was getting herself-and him-into.
7PM (Frieza Stellar Time), 9PM (Astorian Galactic Time)
Frieza was in his private sitting room, decorated with purple velvet
chairs and mahogany furniture and paneled walls. He was watching a super nova
explode thirty million light-years away, and he watched it appreciatively.
Dodoria was standing near him.
"Sire, are you sure that it was a good idea to spare that brat's
life?"
Frieza smirked. "Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't, but it won't hurt
Chestra to have something to keep her occupied between her assignments besides
sleeping with Zarbon. Even if the child doesn't meet expectations, what harm
could that girl really do, if she became loyal to me? What harm can it really
do?"
"If she finds out the truth about her family, she could rebel
against you. Remember that I also said that about allowing Prince Vegeta and
Princess Journa to live? If the whole truth about everything came out, that
would be three powerful kids against you, sire."
"I can assure that they will not rebel against me, Dodoria. You are
worrying too much. Don't you have some training to do for Calmag?"
"Yes, sire, but-"
"Then get on it, Dodoria! I wish to be alone now. Now go away, and
see that no one else disturbs me."
"Yes, sire," Dodoria reluctantly said and left.
The next morning, 9AM (Frieza Stellar Time), 11AM (Astorian Galactic Time)
Balair grinned evilly at the naked, battered, violated woman lying
beside him, unconscious. He stroked the whitish blond hair and smooth back of
his latest victim. What was her name again: Fara, Fayra, or Furla?
No, it was Farla. Even though she had resisted him and begged him
not to harm her, she had given him great pleasure. He licked her back
sensuously with his long, rough tongue. They had fit together perfectly, and
she had been smooth and soft, exactly as he hoped she would be. Of course, her
screaming had irritated him to the point where he had to bruise her a few times,
but other than that, she had pleased him. He had forced himself on her several
times before he was finally satisfied, each time bringing him more pleasure than
the last. He liked biting her as well, biting her so hard that he had left deep
gashes on her body, not deadly ones, but definitely bloody, painful and brutal.
And everyone said that he wasn't mating-compatible with an Astorian!
He could understand now the legendary Saiyan lust for Astorian females; maybe
he himself ought to pay a visit to planet Astoria someday before Frieza
eventually had it cleared of its inhabitants. He decided that he'd mate with
humanoid women more often. As for Farla, he definitely keep her alive for his
own pleasure; he could keep her on Frieza Planet Number Seventy-Four, where he
was stationed at in his own small mansion reserved exclusively for himself.
Farla awoke then, and she screamed when she saw Balair still lying
beside her. His burning eyes and hot breath reminded her that she was not
dreaming, nor had she been dreaming last night when he had raped her repeatedly.
She tried to back away from him, but he quickly seized her, and before she knew
it, Balair was lying on top of her, crushing her with his massive weight. She
could barely breathe, and the tears were sliding down her cheeks.
Balair kissed her roughly and laughed. "I guess we've both had
enough for one session, sweetness! You sure know how to please a man! We'll be
doing this again soon, I can promise you that!"
Farla's eyes rolled back, and mercifully, she fainted beneath
Balair's sweaty body.
