Chapter Thirteen

Dikon placed a hand on her foot and started to drain her energy, he wanted her to be weak enough to be contained. He pulled out exactly the same amount he had pulled when they had first clashed, he always made a point to remember details like that, and could tell exactly how much energy he was taking, it was a gift.

He blinked as he finished. Without the adrenaline of the fight the process of draining was almost as exhausting to him as it was to her. Shaking the feeling off he gazed at his only love with curiosity. She had not awakened. It was not unusual for a person to open their eyes in an almost instinctual response to the loss of energy and yet she didn't move.

Females, Dikon scoffed to himself as he cupped her face, they just don't have the same reflexes as men. How sad and helpless they are, no wonder they need a man's presence to make them feel safe.

Gently patting her cheek he crooned to her softly, "Time to wake up."

"That's not how you wake up a saiyan!" The King erupted, "She is an animal of the lowest sort!"

Hmmm, Dikon ignored the irate King, a more drastic measure . . .

Without a second's more hesitation Dikon slapped her, as gently as possible, and was rewarded with a sharp gasp of awareness.

"Dikon," she growled as she took in her surroundings, "You bastard son of a --"

"No time for endearments, love, we have company," Dikon interrupted her while gesturing to King Friun.

Her hands fisted.

"Splavoid!" She writhed, trying to get free.

"Why do saiyans hate splavoids?" Dikon questioned curiously.

She glared at him defiantly.

"See, I told you!" King Friun glared at her.

"That voice," her gaze swung to the short alien, "You were the one Dikon worked for when he was on Earth. I will kill you, you started this whole mess!"

"Nothing more than a bloodthirsty animal," King Friun lifted his nose at her, "Right vegetable."

"Better a vegetable than a fruit!" She spat as she squirmed still trying to find a way out of her chains, "I'll show you what a vegetable can do you fruit!"

"All right, you guys lost me," Dikon was completely amused by their display.

"Soft, stupid, squishy race of people," she went still as she laughed suddenly, "We are the ones who named them."

"Why would you go by what the saiyans named you?" Dikon turned to the King.

"Because by the time the rest of the universe noticed us the saiyans were already well known. No matter how many times we have tried to correct other species of our true name they would still refer to us as splavoids," the King stated with deep remorse.

"Really," Dikon considered this fact.

"We named them that because they go splat!" She continued to laugh as her tone took on a more sarcastic edge, "One, two, three, no animals are we. . ." her voice grew momentum, ". . .Five, six, seven, there is no splavoid haven. . . Eight, nine, ten, no splavoid shall live because we killed them dead!"

Dikon blinked.

"I am not the one in chains! Filth! How dare you say that to me! I am not just any splavoid! I am the King!" He roared.

The saiyan yawned, as if suddenly bored with everything.

"Let me kill him, he is a waste of organic matter."

"I'll kill you first! Whore!" King Friun charged her, pulling a knife from nowhere.

**

Trunks rounded the corner at a breakneck speed with Goten in close pursuit.

"Trunks, where are we going?" Goten whispered as they turned yet another corner.

"We're going to see if there is anymore ice cream. I think I heard my mom telling Gohan to go buy some more," Trunks slowed down a bit as they neared their destination.

"Oh boy, I hope so, Trunks, do you think they bought a different flavor? 'Cause I like chocolate and all but the best is--"

"I don't know, Goten," Trunks interrupted him, "We just have to go see."

"Ok," Goten paused behind Trunks, "What are you looking at Trunks?"

"You are not going to believe this, Goten . . . " Trunks trailed off as he gestured his friend to take a look for himself.

"Trunks, what's my dad doing standing in the corner?"

"I don't know, Goten, I just don't know."

**

Dikon watched the scene with interest as the female tensed in anticipation. But really what could she do? She was unarmed and chained. He would just have to save her at the last possible moment and gain her everlasting gratitude.

The splavoid came within arm's reach of the saiyan and just when Dikon was about to make his move the saiyans tail snapped out to wrap around the splavoid's wrist.

A sharp jerk and the splavoid was unarmed. Pulling the small alien off his feet, the saiyan visibly strained with the weight, she put the splavoid within reach of her hands.

"Dikon! Help me!" The King screamed with terror as she managed to wrap her fingers around his neck.

Dikon just watched amazed.

"You started this," she snarled, "now your finished."

There was an audible snap and the King went limp.

Dikon watched a pleased smile cross her face as the body landed with a thump. She looked positively radiant with joy, she was beautiful, and she was going to belong to him.

"Now," she panted lightly, making shivers go up and down Dikon's back.

He would remember her saying that in the darkest time of night, he just knew it! Tormenting his every dreaming moment!

Her tail made a come hither movement and Dikon's imagination exploded with thoughts about what she could do with that tail . . .

"Come closer," her lids lowered fractionally in an extremely alluring way.

Dikon swallowed. The only thing that stopped him from accepting her invitation was the dead splavoid between them. She wasn't as helpless as she looked but she was still a weak female!

"Usually I would accept such an invitation with open arms . . . I guess I'll need a shackle for your tail . . ." Dikon thought aloud, pleased when the teasing air dissipated.

The saiyan seemed to drop the whole seduction act as her tail coiled behind her back.

"What kind of ship is this?" She glanced beyond him, her voice devoid of emotion.

"Mine, especially designed for my energy absorbing abilities. You see, love, when I drain your energy it is transferred to the ship. Though, most of it is lost expelled into space, some is used to charge the ships power stores." Dikon stated with pride.

She seemed to consider this for a moment.

"Why have you brought me here and where is my daughter?" She lifted her midnight eyes to meet his forest green.

Dikon cleared his throat nervously.

"Blue is safe with you former partner and you . . . well . . . I have decided it's time to start a family and I have chosen you to be my partner for life," Dikon nodded to himself.

"I am a taken female, thus, I cannot be your . . . partner," she cocked her head to the side.

"Tsk, don't feed me that garbage. Women are fickle and change partners easily," Dikon retorted.

"Not saiyans," she lifted her nose with disdain, "we mate for life."

Dikon felt his blood boil at her disregard for him. He was Dikon and he was not one who was DISMISSED!

He slammed his hands on the wall by her head and was pleased when she jumped within her bonds. He leaned in closer, enjoying his height advantage as he meet her eyes on her level.

"You will be mine," he threatened, his voice lowered an octave.

"I will not," her eyes were scared but still defiant..

"You WILL be mine," his eyes bored into hers.

Dikon gasped with disbelief. He had forgotten about her tail, which was now wrapped around his neck.

"Remember, I could have killed you," she released him, "Let me go."

Dikon took a startled step away from her.

"I can't . . ."

"Why?" She demanded.

"Because I feel for you . . ." he spoke truthfully.

He watched her go limp with apparent shock. She glanced at the floor and then back at him.

"I am hungry," she said softly, obviously trying to change the subject.

Dikon nodded, she needs time to think.

"All right, I'll be right back."

Ava watched the weird alien leave the room. What kind of species falls for its enemies? She was extremely entertained by everything. Who would have thought being held captive could be fun? It was almost pathetic, how well she played him. In fact, it was positively shameful, a couple of years earlier she might have accepted his offers . . .

She shook away the thought, self-reflection was not a thing to do on an enemy ship. Now was the time to play her role and wait for 17 to get her since the ship had indeed turned out to be unfamiliar.

She smiled suddenly, this was an easy assignment and one not to be lightly taken.

"He's putty in my hands," she whispered softly, "and 17's unmoldable."

**

"Daddy, where's Mommy?"

17 glanced at his daughter who was in the process of being groomed by her Aunt 18.

"She's with Dikon," 17 informed her.

Sasoli nodded.

"Don't worry, Daddy, Dikon is very nice."

"Oh?" 17 lifted a brow.

"Yeah! He said that we were the only species close to his since Coola destroyed his planet," Sasoli said sadly.

"Who is Coola?" 18 frowned as she brushed her niece's impossible hair.

"Frieza's brother," Sasoli frowned.

"So he doesn't have a home planet," 17 considered.

"No, he lives in his ship! Only he can pilot it because it was made by his people and in his language." Sasoli tilted her head back to give better access to her hair to 18.

"So where would he take Ava if he has no home?" 18 thought aloud.

"To planet 627 in the white solar system," Sasoli smiled as the attention focused on her.

"How do you know this?" 17 was intrigued.

"I listened, like Mommy told me to on survival skills day," she clapped her hands together, clearly delighted.

"What else did she say?" 17 leaned a bit closer.

Sasoli opened her mouth to answer and then closed it.

"It's a secret," she said aloofly.

"We must tell Vegeta," 18 stood up and set the brush down.

Sasoli giggled.

"What's so funny?" 17 stood up as well.

"I thought you didn't like Bardock, he is still with Uncle Vegeta. I can feel them," Sasoli hugged her legs as she regarded her elders.

The androids exchanged glances.

"What are we going to do 17?" 18 questioned.

"What we can. We will wait until he leaves or we can lure Vegeta in the room," 17 started to pace.

"We can't stay in here forever," 18 pointed out.

"No we can't," 17 paused as an idea hit him, "Eureka."

**

Trunks and Goten peeked into the kitchen and saw a surprising sight. Their mothers plus Videl were sitting at the table actually getting along.

"I never knew that was how you handled him, Chichi," Trunks' mother laughed, "It's only too bad it wouldn't work on Vegeta!"

"All you need is a good frying pan," Chichi smiled despite herself.

"A frying pan?" Videl smiled.

Chichi nodded.

"I had a frying pan but now I can't find it," Videl folded her hands.

"Look under his bed," Chichi touched Videl's shoulder, "That's where he hides everything."

"You know what I do to keep Vegeta in line?" Bulma smiled.

"We all know what you do to keep him in line," Videl giggled, "You're only so open about it."

"You think so?" Bulma sat back in her chair as she considered it.

"Totally," Videl looked at Chichi, "Don't you think so?"

"I am not too fond of Vegeta," Chichi shrugged.

"Why?" Videl frowned, "He's a little rough around the edges but he seems . . ."

"Hot enough," Bulma sat forward, "What do you have against Vegeta, anyway?"

"He only tried to kill Goku for most of the time they knew each other," Chichi's brow lowered.

"Yeah, but it was Vegeta who got us wished back as well as Vegeta who saved us from Majin Buu." Bulma argued.

"It was also him who released Buu in the first place," Chichi shot back.

"Well, Goku is the one who could have defeated Buu when he was weaker but didn't!" Bulma snapped.

"Well, it was Vegeta who got himself killed instead of waiting to fuse with my Goku," Chichi lifted her chin.

"Chichi . . ." Videl shook her head at the older woman.

"First of all!" Bulma slammed her hands on the table, "Vegeta sacrificed himself to save his family and if that isn't worth anything than Goku's sacrifice against Cell was MEANINGLESS!"

Chichi narrowed her eyes.

"Just because you're jealous of me having Goku--"

"Jealous! Now listen here! Sister! If I had wanted Goku, I would have had him! I met him first and he believed everything I told him so if I had told him I was his long lost wife, he would have believed me!"

Bulma didn't back down from the younger woman when she shoved her face in hers.

"Hey, you guys! Can I come out of the corner now?" Goku's voice came from the living room.

"NO!" Bulma and Chichi screamed in unison.

"Hey, do you think Gohan is back with that ice cream yet?" Videl broke in.

"I don't think so dear," Chichi sat down and patted her hand.

"Yeah, we probably would have heard him come through the front door," Bulma took a seat.

"I can't believe he ate all of the chocolate ice cream," Videl fumed.

"Tell me about it, what nerve saiyan men have," Bulma waved her fist.

"They're uncontrollable eating machines," Chichi shrugged, "The sooner we accept it the sooner we can get on with our lives."

"We could still teach them a lesson, Chichi," Bulma lifted a sardonic brow.

"True," Chichi smiled.

"Good, then we're all in," Videl nodded.

"Trunks, what are they planning to do?" Goten inquired.

"I think they are going to have revenge on our dads, Goten, and Gohan too." Trunks tilted his head considering.

"Should we warn them Trunks?"

"Naw, it would be more fun to watch what happens to them," Trunks grinned.

"Yeah, and then maybe our dads will want revenge on our moms," Goten grinned.

"Easy city, Goten, because if they're fighting then we're Scott free!"

The two boys high-fived, extremely pleased with the entire situation.

**

"Uncle Vegeta?"

Vegeta turned to look at his niece, completely breaking off his conversation with Bardock. They had been discussing possible places Dikon had taken Ava..

"What?"

Sasoli motioned him to come closer.

"It's a secret," she whispered darting a glance at Bardock.

Vegeta complied and leaned down enough so she could easily whisper in his ear. He was used to this ritual, he and Trunks had gone through this many times. Usually, when the boy had broken something and was reluctant to tell his mother, depending on the object, he would cover for the boy and pretend he had broken it. Couldn't train the boy if he was being punished, now could he?

Bardock watched this interaction, somewhat confused at the Prince's extremely tolerant behavior with the child, especially since she was a girl. It was almost tradition to teach a female her place early on so that as she grew it would be subconsciously guiding her actions and if she should step out of line, which was rare, then her father or mate or brother would step in.

Not that saiyan females were submissive, not by a long shot, and the rules for stepping out of line was flexible for each family, except the royal family. The royal family had the strictest rules regarding the females since they had to be an example for the entire kingdom. When the Prince had been young, he had been a holy terror while the Princess stood on the sidelines with a small smile on her face. She was probably responsible for half the things Prince Vegeta did.

And it was this unspoken tradition that made saiyan females so dangerous, both in battle and in life. They leaned to hide their emotions even better than the men sometimes, though they had no qualms about using their emotions when it suited them especially against the enemy that was reluctant to hurt females in the first place.

Bardock could remember his teammate Sasha in battle once.

Flashback.

Bardock stood on the side next to Sasha on a planet Nout. The enemy was huge and powerful, this mission was not going to be easy.

"This is simple," Sasha smirked.

Startled Bardock turned to her, "What?"

"Look Bardock, there are no females in their rank. Didn't you notice how they tensed when they saw me?" Sasha was amused.

"Yes," Bardock had noticed.

"Good, now hit me," Sasha smiled as Bardock frowned.

"Why?"

"Just do it and don't pay attention to what I say or do. Hit me and then approach me like you are going to beat me," she lifted her voice a little so the others could hear her, "I want you guys to make noises like you approve of Bardock's behavior, got it?"

"Why?" Tora looked at them from the corner of his eye.

"Just do it. I got this mission on the bag," Sasha gripped Bardock's his arm suddenly, leaning on it as if she were infatuated with me, "Now hit me."

Bardock watched the enemy army watch him as he hit her. She went flying and landed harshly and the enemy bristled angrily.

"Way to go! It's about time you put her in her place!" Tora stated loudly.

"Yeah, she's lucky I didn't hit her first!" Someone else said.

Bardock started to walk toward her slowly while keeping an eye on the enemy. With each comment the Noutens would tense more and more though their eyes appeared glued on Sasha.

She picked herself up slowly and painfully before lifting her head pathetically to look at him.

You faker, Bardock mused as she started to scoot away from him.

"Please, I am sorry . . . I didn't mean to love you . . . I couldn't help it . . ." she pleaded with tears in her voice.

"We are saiyans and we do not harbor feelings!" Bardock said feeling quite stupid.

"You ANIMALS!" The Noutens exploded and half of the massive army charged them.

A fierce battle begun though all kept a eye on the downed female. She looked at them with tears flowing down her cheeks and flinched when a Nouten warrior touched her shoulder.

"Do not worry, female, we will protect you," the warrior was surprised when she buried her face into his chest.

The other half of the army got in front of her, obviously intent on protecting her from her fellow saiyans.

Bardock ducked beneath a punch and delivered one of his own with deadly accuracy. The Noutens had become sloppy in their anger and their advantage of numbers had decreased suddenly.

Bardock risked a glance in Sasha's direction and was shocked to say the least. The ground was littered with bodies and the reserves were no more.

"Looking for me, Bardock?" Sasha jumped on his back playfully.

Bardock spun around looking for a new opponent.

"Get off my back," Bardock was disappointed, there was no more, "What happened to the reserves?"

"You disappoint me, Bardock, I killed them of course. Mission accomplished," Sasha slid off his back and started away.

"Sasha," Bardock called after her, "What you said when I walked to you . . ."

She laughed.

"You bum!" Bardock laughed as well.

"Well, let's just say it's too bad you met Cara first," Sasha winked at him.

End Flashback.

Yes, female saiyans were extremely dangerous, their only visible weakness was often their slighter frames and children. They grew up learning to deceive and manipulate thing/people around them with almost frightening skill

The Princess was the most dangerous of all. Though it was a curious situation, what did she do on a planet that did not demand her obedience? With a brother who did not enforce unspoken rules? Free to do what she wished?

Bardock studied the girl before him. How would she turn out with all knowledge of the female secrets and no male dominance what-so-ever? She's going to be hell on wheels . . .

End of Chapter Thirteen