Title: Jadin, this is my life

Rating: PG

Author: Hudine

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Warnings: an OC fic

Spoilers: None

Summary: Ever wonder where you came from? What you are and where you alone? What happens when chance or fait, if you believe in such things answers some of these questions for you, and all you want is more? My name is Jadin, and this is my story.

Disclaimer: Not mine, only borrowing the characters for a little harmless fun. No money was made and no copyright infringement was intended.

Authors Notes: It's 4am I haven't slept properly in 3 weeks so don't ask me where this came from.

Dedications and credits: To all my fellow insomniacs who can't sleep and really has to write down every detail.

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Chapter 1

My name is Jadin, and this is my story...

It was a busy space port, traders, bounty hunters, smugglers and the like of all shapes, sizes and species could be found here. There was a busy promenade, massive crowds of aliens selling their wears and the odd outlet to the shady bars where the undesirable people were to be found. The odd scattered plant life, and fountain could be seen in the city like dome where the promenade was situated, and if you looked up you could see the surrounding space through the crystal clear force field dome, loads of ships passing through like it wasn't even there as they docked or headed out into space.

Oh look there I am!

Zooming in on a tall man, very fat, who wore expensive looking clothing, with purple scaly skin and yellow eyes.

No not him! That's my master Yotoshi, he's a famous trader/smuggler, one of the richest too. No look down.

Tilting down to see a walking pile of creates about 3 feet high. Then it stumbles and a little boy is revealed to have been carrying the pile. He is around three feet, with wild spiky brown almost black hair that went up in the shape of a flame; his frame was too skinny as if been severely under fed, yet there was a spark in his big dark eyes. He had a large brown almost black fury tail that was currently being used to stack up the boxes again, as well as his little hands. His black t-shirt with jean-like trousers hung on him and was tattered, and one white boot almost had a whole in the toe, while the other had part of the soul hanging off.

Yep that's me. Being a slave isn't easy, specially when your every instinct screams at you to not take orders, fight, or eat. But where I get them from I don't know, after all I've only ever been a slave, and I really don't remember ever having parents. In fact I've never even seen someone the same species before. I get fed no more or less than the rest of the slaves do which really isn't bad considering what most get, but it's never even close to enough. I'd probably be dead by now if I wasn't so good at lifting stuff, fixing things, hacking, as well as picking locks and pockets.

"Watch it you stupid monkey!"

"Sorry sir."

Sorry I didn't trip and knock you over onto that big fat ass of yours.

"Go on I'm finished with you, head off to the ship and help get everything stalked up."

"Yes sir."

Three bags full sir.

The boy ran off in the direction of the space port, while someone approached Yotoshi, hooded in brown robes it was hard to make out any features other than a humanoid shape.

"A very interesting little slave you have there. How much to take the scrawny little runt off your hands?"

"The boy is not for sale."

"But surely everything has it's price. I will pay you handsomely after all Saiyans are hard to come by."

"In that case thirty million credits, no less."

"But that price is worth a hundred slaves."

"The boy is Saiyan, maybe one of the last. He is worth a hundred slaves, just by status alone."

"Twenty million, take it or leave it."

"Fine, twenty million."

"Good, glad you came to your senses, I shall have the money transferred to your account. Send the boy to the east docks, hanger thirty-two."

And just like that I was sold just like an expensive slab of meat to a fancy restaurant. Although looking back I was glad he didn't want to eat me, too skinny anyway.

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Jadin showed up at the space dock looking confident but inwardly was trembling like a leaf. He looked around to see a small passenger ship that was designed for one person, but a small boy like him would be able to squeeze in. He approached the ship and looked around him and found the same cloaked figure his old master had been talking too. The figure held out one hairy black hand and held up the boy's chin and looked him over.

"Yes, you look just like the monkey prince. My master will be pleased how well his experiment has gone along."

"Experiment?"

"DON'T TALK BACK UNLESS SPOKEN TOO BOY!" The man struck Jadin hard across the cheek, Jadin really didn't feel it hardly at all but experience taught him worse follows, if he doesn't act as if it has, so he flinches back and holds onto the flesh as if in great pain. This seemed to please his attacker, who grabbed him and brought him into the ship, closing all doors behind him. "The master will be pleased to have you back, may even reward me."

It wasn't long before the space ship took off and headed out into space, to an unknown destination.

Well little did I know it then but my whole life was about to be changed forever....

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Jadin awoke to the sound of an alarm blaring and looked around to find him curled up in the small cock pit. There was another ship attacking them, and the man that bought him was currently engaged in firing lasers at the other ship. He made a direct hit then the other ship blew up but not before it launched a torpedo that hit their engines taking out hyper drive and life support.

"Darn space pirates."

"How much air we got left?"

"Enough to get to that planet over there, it seems to have a breathable atmosphere. Also untouched by Frieza, very uncommon for this part of the galaxy. All the better for us."

As the ship made it's decent into the atmosphere of the green and blue planet below, Jadin remembered suddenly about the other man's comment about the monkey prince. He looks like him? An experiment? Could he be the same species of the much feared solider of Frieza, the legends call the monkey prince? He didn't even know who he was or what species, just that people still tell their children stories of the man to scare them into going to bed at night.

There was a loud impact and Jadin was thrown across the cockpit and banged his head, there was blood oozing out of his forehead and he was seeing double, but he got up to see that his companion had been killed on impact as a branch had forced it's way through the windshield, impaling the man through the head and blood and bits of brain could be seen splattered around him. There was a light flashing with an odd beeping on the control panel, Jadin headed over and red the writing. Seeing it was bad real bad, he staggered out off the impact whole made by the tree and made it about ten feet before the ship exploded.

Jadin didn't know what to do, he was dizzy his head was throbbing, but in the distance he could see some sort of dwellings. He made his way over with a brand new determination and got within ten feet where a small crowed had gathered to see what the noise had been. Jadin looked and oddly noticed there was a tall man there who also seemed to have a tail, but that was all he could see or think as the world turned to darkness and he blacked out.

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A/N: Yes I know it was a short chappy but it seemed like the right place to end it. Please tell me what you think.