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Author's Note: ******VERY IMPORTANT**** In chapter 3. I made a few typos that I'm going to correct here. I'm also going to go back later and fix those in Ch. 3 as well, but until then here they are I stated that Tanvi becomes a woman at the age of 13, I meant 6 that may seem young, but today's chapter will explain. The next one was that I said Sundar, Tanvi's dad, had eight daughters and I meant twenty-eight. Also for this chapter when I state Namekian ages, I will put there age in human years in parenthesis (). Another thing I want to apologizes for today's chapter, because it doesn't have anything in it from my preview at the end of chapter 3 this is not likely to happen again, but I want to give some in sight into why as one of my reviewers said "they be pretty high strung." However, in chapter 5 the thing I stated at the end of chapter 3 will happen. ******VERY IMPORTANT****
Other Notes From the Author:
When they are speaking in Namekian, it will look like this, ("Hey, everyone, I'm speaking in Namekian.")
Thank you for Reviewing the last chapter Dreamwraith, Jumper Prime, Velasa, Rin, and The Dealer.
In this fic, I'm going to use certain vocab. term, and just so nobody gets confused, I'm going to define them here.
p.s. You might have been able to figure them out, but I just wanted to avoid confusion.
1. B.G. — (Before Guru) this term is used to designate the time in Namekian history before Guru's hatching. In plane English, the Ancient World of Namek, Tanvi's time.
2. W.G. — (With Guru) this term is used to designate the time in Namekian history directly after Guru's hatching. In plane English, this is the time-period Namekian history when Guru was alive and kicking.
3. A.G. — (After Guru) this term is used to designate the time in Namekian history after Guru's death. In plane English, this is the time-period started right after Guru's death on earth.
4. New World—this term has a few definitions, depending on who is using the term.
a. When used by a male Namekian with the one exception of Sundar (Tanvi's father) or in indication to there thought process, it is in reference to New Namek.
b. When used by a female Namekian or in indication to there thought process, it is in reference to the B.G. time-period and A.G. time-period Also this goes for Sundar as well.
5. Old World/ Old Namek-- are a direct of reference to the world on in the B.G. time-period. However, when used by a male Namekian with the one exception of Sundar (Tanvi's father) or in indication to there thought process, it is in reference to Namek.
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Last time on, But there are no Female Nameks...
Tanvi stands calm as she watches the display, sizing Bulma up. She can't find any power level just like Mrs. Briefs, She's good, better than I thought, not even I have that kind of control. She's furious and still manages to keep her power under control. She wants me to make the first move, to underestimate her. I'll do only one. Let's get this started.
She places her hands at her sides, making herself ready for Bulma's attack, then demands her voice even and dangerous, "Listen, I came here to speak with you, but," she powers-up a bit in a flash of purple firer, "if you want to take this to the next level, step to me." Her power level is as high as her father's was when he fought Gohan, pieces of the ground flying up in chunks with the hurricane of power. The firer cools into a flame. Bulma shuts her mouth instantly at Tanvi's words, and show of strength.
With a scream of power, Trunks powers-up to SSJ, and in a blink, he stands in front of his mother protectively.
"Leave my Mom alone!" Trunks yells forcefully. Tanvi eyes the boy with aversion, and turns a hate filled glare to his mother. Her fists clinch in pure fury at this display, a deep growl of rage coming from her throat as she bares her fangs, I understand very clearly what kind of a female this Bulma is. Bulma can see the hate in her glare as well as Mrs. Briefs. They both shrink back, further to hide behind Trunks, in terror. She turns her glare to Mrs. Briefs as well.
"You call yourselves WOMEN!!!" Tanvi yells with complete revulsion at both the women hiding behind the small boy. Instantly, her right arm shot out from her side, shooting a transparent glowing blue orb covered in dark purple lighting bolts as she screams, "Confining Orb Shining Light!" Trunks stands his ground preparing to block the attack, but as soon as the orb hits him, it consumes him whole, tripling in size. It doesn't hurt, Trunks notes, but he's trapped inside. It's still transparent, so he can see what's going on.
"Trunks!" Both humans yell as they see the colorful orb consume him. In a blink, Tanvi has Bulma jacked up to eye level by the collar of her lab coat. Her eyes burn in to Bulma's and it's all she can do not to faint. Trunks seeing this struggles with all his might to be freed, but the orb simply absorbs his energy.
"I despise women like you." Tanvi says her voice laced with venom, a cool aggression surrounding them all. She turns her head to eye Mrs. Briefs detestfully as well. She turns back to Bulma, "You hide behind your own child. He is a son, but does he have no value to you?" She turns to look at Mrs. Briefs, "And you, no wonder you thought I would fight a child." Tanvi spits at her feet, "Not even the respectable traditionalist, on my home world would stoop so low, as to use Shield Training on there males, and one so young at that." She looks between them both slowly, "I have haft the mind to kill you both, but being without the head of there house holds wouldn't be good for them either." She looks back to Bulma her eyes burning into hers with rage, "Obviously, you know I'm superior to you, so listen very carefully, you had better get your house in order, and keep your men out of my affairs. If the Fool, the one you call Vegeta interferes in my affairs again, I will not hurt him. I will come see you, and I guaranty it, only one will part." She drops Bulma then, and looks to Trunks, "Be wise boy, and don't test my patients. I will not kill you, but I will hurt you." She waves a hand in his direction and the orb releases him. She flies away.
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Chapter 4—Customs of a Female Namek
Tanvi flies back to her ship fuming, I thought perhaps this planet was different. They let there males roam so freely here, but I was wrong...Shield Training... She growls low in her throat at the thought of it, her mind drifting to the past. Shanobee blossoms...she can remember the Shanobee blossoms. The Shanobee vines, climbing the trunks of the Tacorerha trees, its blossoms standing out against the vast green jungle. The beautiful blossoms a stark contrast to its dark green vines, its virgin white petals streaked with lines of dark purple so delicately that it seems as though the goddess, herself, came down to paint each one, its yellow stamen shooting out in long arks, falling like a waterfall to one side of the blooms purple center. Its sweet fragrance fills the air, overwhelming her senses, and brings her back to a time of her childhood.
So let us go back together with Tanvi into her present past.
To understand this world, one must first realize that it is nothing like the W.G. or A.G. time-periods. There are some similarities, but they are rare. The entire planet's biosphere is nothing like the one of the New World. The entire planet is basically a tropical forest, making this ancient world a jungle planet, there entire world like something out of the deep jungles of Peru, Africa, China, or Japan. Think of any of the great jungles of Earth, and that is the picture of there world. In fact, not even there Namekian development is the same. In this time, every Namekian is hatched with the look and intellect of a two-year-old child; after that, they age in two-year increments, until they're sixth hatchday. Aging is normal from there, until there twenty-third hatchday when there aging slows to a craw, in human standards at least.
The Date, it is the year of Our Empress Aloysia Honoria 6053 B.G. in the third month, Devorna, on the fourth day of the week known as Sohda. We join Tanvi on a hover-carriage ride to the High Matron Ishi Hoshiekaidoe's castle.
The jungle of the Hoshiekaidoe Estate is truly beautiful. Tanvi thinks to herself as the smell of Shanobee blossoms surrounds them on the way through the jungle path. The jungle of this path is full of them, the Shanobee vines, climbing from the very base of the Tacorerha trees to entangle themselves at the very top. It's a breath taking sight, the New World, seems a dead land compared to this beautiful landscape with its lithe colors, spanning every color of the spectrum. True, the path is mostly filled with the lush color of green, but in the thick foliage, dots of bright yellows, reds, oranges, purples, and blues shine through. Though Shanobee blossoms aren't Tanvi's favorite flower, she inhales deeply, taking in the sweet fragrance. This isn't the first time Tanvi has gotten to come along with her mother on one of her ventures, but she is excited nonetheless. Tanvi is the youngest of her sisters that has gotten to come along at the age of two (6), Phedra age nine (16), Akako, Fola, Petula all age ten (17), and Zeva age thirteen (20) are there as well, but even so to be included out of 189 sisters makes Tanvi feel very special. Her brothers, Atif, Gamal both age seven (14), Murad age eight (15), and her brothers' father, Hassan, came along also.
High Matron Ishi's family is known for there trade in Sacoya wine, and there mother, Imperial High Matron Chhaya Atul, is working out a trade agreement with her to deliver directly to her estate. Part of the agreement entailed the possibility of marriages and or bindings in between there families. Any family would jump at the chance at such an agreement with Chhaya Atul's house. Chhaya's house is known for its strength. 'To have strong daughters you must first have a strong male to breed with,' this is a strong sentiment held dear by every house and family on the planet. No sons come stronger than Chhaya Atul's do. The Atul family at whole being Intel Warrior class Namekians are naturally strong, but Chhaya's family is the strongest in physical strength as well as influents out of the entire Atul household. In fact, in physical strength there are only four families that might compare to them in the strength of there sons. Only one house truly surpassed them, and that house is the greatest house in all of Namek, the Empress Aloysia Honoria's house.
Needless to say, the deal is in the bag all that is left is the simple technicalities of the process. That's why her brother's came along, to see if any of High Matron Ishi's daughters would be interested, which they are, and vice versa, her sisters are there to check out Ishi's sons, the true reason they'd come. Zeva, who had moved out of her mother's house when she was nine (16), got a special invite just for this occasion. There are four hover-carriages in all, the first one carrying Tanvi, Phedra, and there mother, the second one carrying Akako, Fola, and Petula, the third carrying Atif, Gamal, Murad, and Hassan.
As they near the castle, they can see a nice size mountain climbing towards the heavens, but not quite touching the clouds. In the Old World, the Namekian's lived with the land, only building cities in natural clearings and such. They lived with nature, rarely using there advanced technology to disturbed the planets natural flow. The mountain that they gaze at is really High Matron Ishi's castle, and as they get closer, they can see the details more clearly. It's grand, nothing compared to Tanvi's home, but still she looks out the window in amazement. The architecture is beautiful, nothing like the common works of the New World. Like most in this world with large estates and castles, Ishi's castle is carved into the base of the mountain.
They pull up to the castle all in a row and get out of the carriages. Tanvi is very excited but she keeps it to herself, this is the first time she'd gotten to come on this type of journey, and she was eager to prove herself. Twenty-five servants file out to greet them in two rows of eight, one row of seven, and standing alone in the front of them all is the Head Domestic, the only female among them. She's dressed better than the rest do to her position, not her gender. She step toward Imperial High Matron Chhaya's party, and bows low to the ground the others following suit.
The female rises partly, looking up to Tanvi's mother as she says, ("Welcome Imperial High Matron Chhaya Atul and her most honorable daughters.") She puts her face back to the ground, ("Regrettably, my Lady is unable to greet you properly, and begs hole heartedly for your utmost forgiveness. I, Rajata, the Head Domestic of this house, am most unworthy to greet one of such stature, but please, except my Lady's most sincere apologies, and allow me to escort you into the castle.")
("Rise Good Servant Rajata, take me to your Mistress, and let her convey her apologies.") Imperial High Matron Chhaya says coolly. Rajata rises to her feet, the relief showing on her face. The others do as well following her example.
She does a standing bow, and then says, ("Before I take you to the Mistress, you've all been assigned servants for your stays convenience. Nuri, Yaro, and Gannon will be your servants, My Lady.") All three kneel down on one knee where they stood, bowing there heads to look to the ground when there names are called. Rajata continues, ("May I ask the young Mistresses names, My Lady?")
Chhaya gives a curt nod and points to her daughters one by one, ("This is Tanvi, along side her is Phedra, Akako, Fola, Petula, and Zeva, she is a Young Matron, new in her house.") She then turns to her left slightly looking behind her, ("This is my sixth husband, Hassan, his sons Atfif, Gamal, and Murad.") Each male slightly averts there heads at the mention of there name. Rajata intently looks to each girl as they are introduced her eyes slightly averted to show them respect; however, as the males are introduced she barely gives them a glance.
("Greetings Young Mistresses,") Rajata says with a smile and a bow, ("Lady Tanvi, your servants are Vinay and Pramod.") Like before when there names are called the servants kneeled down on one knee where they stand, bowing there heads to look to the ground. It went on like this each of Chhaya's daughters getting two servants, until it came time for Petula.
Petula turns her head force fully to look at each male she is assign, ("The two you have assign me are pathetic. Do you insult me, with such disgraceful excuses of servants? Simply two of them will not be enough. I demand two more.") In all truth, there is nothing wrong with the two servants Petula is assigned she simply wanted two more, and so after Rajata utters her fifth apology, she gives Petula the servants she demands. Of course, Zeva, a Matron of her own house, gets the customary three servants. She accepts them graciously, shooting Petula a disapproving look; however, there mother doesn't seem to mind her behavior. Chhaya's sixth husband is assigned one servant, and his sons, one boy servant each.
They go into the castle and Tanvi looks around awed at the beautiful architecture, though it doesn't show on her face. It would seem that Shanobee blossoms are High Matron Ishi's favorite flower, because the breath taking vines even cling to some of the walls with in the castle. It's done tastefully every vine strategically place for effect. Hassan and his sons walk the customary three strides behind them, but it comes time for them to part when they reach another corridor.
("You may leave your males here, My Lady, so that they may prepare themselves for inspection, after your journey I'm sure they'll need to refresh themselves.") Rajata says graciously looking to Chhaya respectfully.
("Prepare your sons well, Hassan.") Chhaya replies without looking to him, her way of saying he may go. Rajata gives a nod of acknowledgment and turns back around continuing in there journey. Hassan and his sons bow to his wife with a fisted left hand over there heart then follow the male servant down the corridor.
They all follow Rajata, there servants trailing behind them. They stop at a large stone door with a gorgeous mural engraved on it. On the door where the handle should be is a smooth metallic surface, its well disguise, and looks as though its part of the mural etched in the stone. Rajata lays her hand on the smooth panel and the double doors open inwardly. They walk into the large sitting room, huge windows lining one of the walls, letting in the natural light, and on the wall with the door along with one other, books lined every available space. The scent of Shanobee blossoms is pleasantly potent in the room. The striking vines lining the walls in there strategically placed way. After they enter, the doors close behind them.
("Please, sit...High Matron Ishi, will be with you shortly. Would you like any Sweet Water or Sacoya wine, perhaps, while you wait?") Rajata asks as Chhaya and her family takes a seat, Tanvi sitting next to her mother.
("Sacoya wine will be acceptable.") Chhaya answers looking to her older daughters to make sure that is agreeable. There are no looks of displeasure, so she continues, "And Sweet Water for my youngest."
("As you wish, My Lady,") Rajata answers with a bow. She leaves the grant room through a smaller side door.
Shortly after a servant boy, no older than four (10), came in with a bottle of wine along with glasses, and a tall cup of cold Sweet Water through that same side door. He's nervous and curtsies as he bows his head upon entering the room, but tries very hard not to construe his unease. Nuri, now the head servant in the room, quickly walks over to the boy, promptly inspecting the trays contents for any flaws in a concealed manner. Satisfied that the tray was acceptable, Nuri leans down whispering in the boy's ear, low enough so that only the two of them could hear. The boy visibly relaxes a bit at his words and Nuri walks over to Chhaya bowing his respect, the boy following to stand in front of her, making a small curtsey as he bowed his head. Nuri pores her a glass of wine carefully when he finished, the boy steps closer to Chhaya, lowering it so that she could take the glass to drink. Chhaya tastes the wine and nods her approval, so Nuri and the boy move on. The boy lowers the tray again so that Tanvi can take her glass and they wait to see if her drink is satisfactory. She two nods her approval. When everyone is served, the boy leaves the tray with one of the other servants in the room and makes his exit.
About ten minutes later, High Matron Ishi comes in the room through the small side door.
("I'm terribly sorry about your welcome and wait, Imperial High Matron Atul.") High Matron Ishi says with a bow. ("A disturbance in the Rookery that needed my personal attention immediately, kept me.") The Rookery is the nesting place for there eggs.
("Is all well, Hoshiekaidoe? Trouble in the Rookery is trouble to your entire house. I will be willing to return when this 'disturbance' is resolved.") Chhaya asks calmly a slight concern coming through in her voice. In this society females, especially ones in high standing, often understate facts, so when Ishi says a disturbance, she could have meant something far more serious.
("No, that's quite alright. The disruption has been resolved. If you are ready, we can go inspect my sons.") Ishi replies calmly.
("Yes, let us move on to business.") Chhaya answers graciously as she stands, her daughters following suit.
They walk out the small side door, servants trailing slowly behind them. They walk down her castle's long corridors until they reach the Inspection Room. The sound of soft drums greets them as they enter the dim room, a sound so light that it is barely heard. The room is large with ceilings so high it gives an outdoorsy feel. A sweet musky sent of sweat and flowers hangs in the air, taking the minds of the females above the age of puberty to things not suitable for children to think of. It's warm and humid inside, so much so that they can taste the humidity on there lips, it's a slightly tart flavor, uniquely male, but not unpleasant. There are no chairs or tables just the room, and fourteen of Ishi's sons under soft spotlight. They all sit on the floor there knees bent under them, there eyes trained to the ground. They are clad in a skimpy pair of short shorts that left nothing to the imagination. There bodies shimmered with oil, the soft light on them making the sight even more appealing. They are all handsome and well built with muscle. It's quite the erotic scene. The females walk to stand before them and the servants trail off to a far corner of the room.
("Out of all my sons, these are the strongest and the fairest, a taste of what my house has to offer. Rise my sons.") Ishi says proudly. The males rise as they are instructed.
("We are here to please you, Mother.") They all say upon rising as they bow with a fisted left hand over there heart.
What do you see when you look at them Tanvi? Her mother asks her telepathically.
Tanvi looks at the skimpy clad males in front of her and there oiled muscles, Concubines, whores, these are pleasure males.
Yes, very good, do you see anything more? Her mother coaxes.
Closer inspection is needed; however, as of yet I see only things used for pleasure, these are not husbands, but concubines. There power-levels are low now, but could heighten. I see no male displaying his peek power output. Tanvi answers her mother looking to her for approval.
Chhaya lays her hand to Tanvi's back lightly and gives her a ghost of a smile to show her approval as she telepaths, Very good.
("Are they not handsome, as I promised?") Ishi says as she gestures for them to take a closer look.
("They are pleasing to the eye, Hoshiekaidoe.") Chhaya answers as she and her daughters begin to walk the line of males. Then one at a time, they circle each one, there eyes dissecting them like livestock for sale. The males simply stare straight a head of them, some even boldly meeting the eyes of there inspectors. All the males are between the ages of seven (14) and ten (17). Only one dares to bare his teeth when one of her sisters leans in a little to close on him, taking in his sent.
It's Akako. She's only a head and a half taller than him, but she seems to tower over him as a low growl rumbles in the back of her throat at his daring, ("What is your name?") She leans into him more, her breath ghosting across his skin as she speaks, and his eye shoot to the floor as he steps back a bit.
("Aidan,") He answers as he boldly looked back up and into her eyes.
("What's your T.I.S. {Total Intelligence Score}?") Akako asks as she starts to circle him again. She so close he can feel her body heat.
("1400,") Aidan answers finding a place to fix his eyes on the far wall.
Akako stops in front of him, ("What's your P.L.C. {Power Level Classification}?")
("I am a G class fighter, ma'am.") He answers trying very hard to keep his calm, I knew I shouldn't have bared my teeth, but I couldn't help it. She was just to close, she was to close, and now she's giving me far too much attention for my comfort. Oh Goddess, please, please, don't let her choose me. I don't want to be a concubine, please, Goddess, please; I don't want to be a concubine. Let her choose another of my brothers, please, let her move on. Akako can feel his unease despite his efforts to hide it.
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Tanvi and her mother watch from a far stepping out of line. Akako seems to like this one. He's well built, and I believe he said his name was Aidan. I'll check the data link on his value scores and classifications. Tanvi says telepathically to her mother as she holds out her wrist, pressing a small button on her golden bracelet. A holographic image projected from it. The image has a view screen at the top and underneath it is a bunch of Namekian symbols.
Yes, you're right. He's a bit bold, for Merchant Class, what's his O.A.I.S. {Over All Intellect Score}? Chhaya telepathed back to Tanvi, just to make things clearer an O.A.I.S. is a score that assesses a person's capacity for knowledge, the capacity for rational or intelligent thought especially in highly developed thinking. On the other hand, a T.I.S. is a score that assesses a person's mental acuteness; there ability to learn, understand, and to deal with new and trying situations, also to assess the skilled use of reason, the ability to apply knowledge to manipulate one's environment, and to think abstractly as measured by objective criteria like a test. Tanvi punched a few keys on the image while her mother was talking and on the screen, Aidan Hoshiekaidoe's file comes up. There is a picture of Aidan and his information.
His O.A.I.S. is 28, just a little above average, and he's a G class fighter. I believe combat testing is necessary, but if he shows himself to do well, he would be a good choice. Tanvi answers trying to hold the image up to her mother but she's to short, so her mother looks down.
I agree, but he's a young one. His hatchday was yesterday, he just turned seven (14), barely legal; however, he is well developed. Check his medical records. Chhaya telepaths as she looks down on the chart. Tanvi brings up the records.
He is in good health. The only reason his been placed in the infirmary is for Training Damage. Tanvi states nonchalantly to her mother.
This is true Tanvi, but something is odd about this...can you see it. Chhaya replies her mental tone considering. Tanvi's face becomes distressed as she looks up to her mother, she doesn't want to displease her to lose her place at her side. Out of 189 sisters, if she would to displease her now she may never get her mother's attention again. Some of her sisters have never had such close contact with there mother in all there lives and she doesn't want to lose that. You reveal yourself Tanvi. Her mother says reproachfully, noting her distressed features. Tanvi quickly tries to remove her face of her revealing emotions, but still they betray her. She was never one to hide her emotions well when they were strong. She is so passion it for someone so young. She is young still though, the showing of her emotions on the surface can be changed. Chhaya thought to herself as she watched her daughter search the medical charts for the oddity she spoke of.
Tanvi looks as though she might cry for an instant, but then she stones herself and looks back to her mother, I cannot find it mother. What is the oddity?
He's been checked into the infirmary 25 times for Training Damage. He's seven (14). Don't you think that's a bit much? Chhaya says thoughtfully.
Many of my brother's have been checked into the infirmary far more than that for Training Damage. Tanvi replies and at that her mother gives her a considering look. Tanvi pauses and thinks then the lightbulb goes off, But we are Warrior class and they are Merchant. Merchant Class Namekians usually don't go in to heavy energy training so there's no way he should have been damaged dad enough to go to the infirmary so many times. What does it mean mother? Tanvi asks curiously.
Perhaps Hoshiekaidoe is trying to give her family line a Dual Classification or she is trying to raise her house to Fighter Class, it has been done before. No family is bound to there Class forever, one can rise just as one can fall, but it is a rarity. Hoshiekaidoe is a very respectable traditionalist and business female, there is one more option, but I doubt with a female of such respectable standing that this would be the case, Shield Training. It is very conman among the sleazy females of Namek. Even the 'respectable' females among them don't go so far as to use it on there males. Chhaya answers her mental tone serious. Tanvi doesn't show it, but she doesn't have a clue what Shield Training was. She doesn't have a clue, all she knew is that it isn't used in high-class society so she figured it isn't something she needed to know.
("Akako has moved on the Combat Testing.") Tanvi says looking over to one of the far corners of the room. A space in the room the size of a football field rises up from the floor to make a fighting platform. The lighting over the platform becomes brighter and Akako along with Aidan flies up and stands on opposite sides. As there feet touch down a red tinge surrounds the platform, a high intensity force field to contain the ki blasts. With a snap of his fingers, he changes in to a pair of pants to battle in, and the test began.
Needless to say, Aidan is no match for Akako, but she doesn't expect him to be; however, she is very impressed. His hand-to-hand-combat skills are very advanced. She's never seen some of his moves before, and is almost hit a few times, because he catches her completely off balance, she can't help, but to wonder where he comes up with the stuff. His power level isn't strong enough to do any real damage; after all, he's a G class fighter and she's a first class M warrior. Warriors are on a completely different level from fighters. It is like comparing SSj2 Gohan to Piccolo, both strong, but is there really a challenge. She basically plays with him in the battle, think of the fight between Frieza's second form and Vegeta, it's the perfect image of there brawl; however, his response to her vicious attacks are far better than Vegeta's with Frieza's. He can take her heavy blows well, fighting above the pain and blood. His tactic in the fight also impresses her, his mind is very battle oriented, and she can't help but think, Either his house combat teacher is an old veteran from the Nestchian Wars or he has real tactical talent, even more than myself at this point in my life. I've only seen veterans with that kind of creative skill. She let the fight go on for about fifteen minutes, but she ends it with him sprawled across the floor, a thin line of amethyst trickling down his chin. He has three broken ribs, four hairline fractures to his forearms, two fractures to his legs, and several deep bruises all over his body.
She looks down to her mother and sisters with a faint smile, ("He is a good choice, is he not? He will make a good concubine.") Her mother nods approval and the field is let down. The platform sinks to the floor, and Aidan just lays there, sprawled out on the floor. She turns to him and says demandingly, ("Submit to me.") He just lays there. Moments pass, but he still doesn't move. ("Are you damaged beyond your capability to regenerate on your own?") Akako asks him calmly, her voice softer with concern.
He doesn't answer or even look at her he just lays there, his body numb to the pain, to everything but his own thoughts after her announcement. He thinks, I do not want to go with this female. I do not want to leave my home. I do not want to be her concubine, to be little more than a glorified whore. I'd always dreamed of being first husband to some beautiful merchant, but now, now, my dream is dead...now, I'm nothing more than a warriors whore. I could resist, but that will only bring me more pain in the long run. I could never defeat her in open battle, and would be lucky to survive. I can only hope she is a considerate lover, a gentle lover. His body shivers at the thought that she is not, things would become very painful for him if that is the case, and no one will care if she miss treats him. I would have rather been her fifth husband than her whore. Husbands have more rights than concubines, if one could even call what 'liberties' husbands have rights; nevertheless, there fate would be much better than his own. He knows all to well his newfound destiny. He has seen how his mother treats her whores, how her husbands treats her whores. Hell, he is the son of her second husband. He knows how he, himself, treats her whores. Finally, her last words break into his mind and he speaks answering her, ("No, I just need a moment.") He regenerates himself and stands.
Akako reiterates her demand, ("Submit.")
Aidan quickly kneels before her, his eyes down cast, ("I am yours, my Lady.")
Slowly, Akako kneels down to him, there bodies so close his breath tickles her collar. Despite himself, he begins to tremble. He knows what will come next and was told it could be very painful. She will claim him now with the Namekian bond. Everyone else in the room turns there back on them as Akako begins to descend to him, this is not for there eyes to see. She brushes the back of her hand across the side of his face, letting it rest shortly on his temple, the equivalent to a Namekian kiss on the cheek. Her eyes soften to him as she lifts his face up by the chin to look at her. His eyes are wide with fright at first, he doesn't want this, but then he quickly blanks his face, the only evidence of his fear, being the slight trimmers going through his body. She leans down, taking in his sent, her nose slightly brushing against the smooth skin of his cheek. His slight trimmer turns in to full-blown shaking, and he curses himself for his weakness. She licks some blood from the corner of his mouth. He stiffens automatically; clinching his jaws tightly shut as he closes his eyes...he doesn't want this...he really doesn't want this. He wants to jerk away at her tongues wet touch, but he knows it will only make it worse on him.
She licks her lips, savoring the taste of him. His blood is sweet, good. It will make the bonding easier. She thinks then she slowly skims over his mouth with her parted lips sensuously, her lips barely grazing his, teasing him to open his mouth. He only stiffens, so she kisses him softly, her tongue coaxing his lips to part. If it is possible, Aidan becomes even more stiff, his mouth remaining tightly shut, he doesn't want this. She leans back at this and looks at him reproachfully, but stays her anger, seeing his body shaking. She felt it before, but seeing that he is too scared to act for himself, she calms herself. Then brushes the back of her hand across his cheek, stopping at his chin, she strokes it with her thumb before gripping it firmly and forcing his jaws apart. He resists at first, but with one firm look from Akako, he let's her open his mouth.
Try and calm yourself, your blood is sweet, I like the taste of it. It means your genetics are pliant and it shouldn't hurt much, but you must try to relax. Akako says telepathically her tone gentle. His shaking turns into a slight trimmer and she presses her open mouth on to his, her tongue cajoling him to open his mouth wider. She grabs him around the waste with her left arm, pulling his body flush against hers. He tries to pull back, but her steel like grip holds him tight against her. Her whole body trembles a little, as it begins to rise in her, a Namekian organ that only females have called the vellum. Thick and lubricated, the long eel like organ slides up her throat and into his mouth. He jerks back, but a well placed right hand on the back of his head, holds him firmly in place, tears roll down his face as he thinks, My dream is dead. It wasn't suppose to happen this way. It wasn't suppose to happen this way...Not with her...Not like this. She was suppose to make me feel comfortable. She was suppose to tell me everything would be okay. She was suppose to tell me there is nothing to fear. I was suppose to be happy. I was... His thoughts are cut short when her vellum starts to go down his throat, it so thick that the width of it fills his mouth, slightly grazing against the teeth in the side of his jaw.
In Namekian, vellum literally means the flesh that binds together. It is a physical bond between them, body and mind, it has the strongest effect on males. It's movement is fast and finally it reaches his aperlum, it's a male Namekian organ that is a hole inside his throat that opens for the vellum to enter the nollum, the holding place for the vellum. It begins to enter the hole, stretching it wider as it enters, it hurts, it really hurts, and a muffled sob escapes him, as more tears follow, but it's almost over. It's completely inside him now, and Akako pulls back closing her mouth. He can feel it beginning to connect with his every sense, and he thinks, I will miss father and, and, and Qasim, Anwar, Habib, all my brothers. I will miss them very much. I'll never see them again...but I must be strong. I mustn't show her that I am weak, weakness is looked down on by all Namekians, and how much more true will it be for a warrior. I have to be strong. There's still hope if I train and work hard to become stronger, maybe, just maybe I can earn a place in her house, maybe I can work my way up into being fifth husband at least. Goddess, let her be a gentle lover.
This all takes about a minute, and he quickly closes his mouth when she parts from him. Her vellum inside him already beginning to do its work, drawing him to her, giving him a desire to be closer to her, but that's not all, unbidden some of his private memories, and thoughts begin to flow into her. Swiftly, using all the mental training he ever had in his life, he puts up a mental barrier to keep his mind to himself.
They rise and she says, ("The bonding is completed.") At that, everyone in the room turns back around. ("Go prepare yourself for our journey home. I will call for you when it's time to leave.") Akako says to him then walks over to stand with the other ladies. A few servants come and take Aidan away to help him prepare for his journey. Fola and Petula both chose one of Ishi's sons, there bondings taking place as well. Servants take them away also, and Ishi dismisses the others.
("Your sons and husband will be brought into the room shortly. Do you have any specifications for the room or is this décor fine.") Ishi asks Chhaya. Chhaya reaches up her sleeve and pulls out a clear rectangular sheet of thin plastic.
She hands it to Ishi, saying, ("This has all my specifications.")
("Good,") Ishi replies taking the sheet and walks swiftly to a panel on the far wall. She lays the thin sheet on the panel and an orange light scans over it. In a flash, the room changes to an arena setting. The ceiling changed to a blue sky and in the middle of the room set a large fighting pallet. It is a beautiful arena with flowering vines climbing the walls. It has a distinctly feminine touch to it and has an air of comfortability to it. To the far side there is a slight garden area with several sets of chairs and tables. It looks like the perfect setting for a prudish tea party, complete with a stylish tarp overhang above the tables to keep out the artificial suns, which is shining brightly; however, there is also a hardness to the room that speak of battles long past, and to come. Ishi looked around the room awed. Chhaya and her daughters walk over to the garden area and take a seat.
("You do realize Hoshiekaidoe that none of my sons have ever submitted to a female without first challenging her. A female must be stronger than the male she intents to claim, so that she may tame him, and if she can't she doesn't deserve him. Don't take offence, because I did warn you when you propose this deal. My family has made it a practice for millenniums to make this task hard for potential suitors, because the stronger the female, the stronger the offspring, a duty to keep the Namekian race powerful, if you will. My son, Faraj, didn't even submit to Uttara Honoria, niece of Empress Aloysia without first challenging her, he barely survived that challenge. They are all the same in that they will fight until they can fight no more. We are warriors to the core, and of the highest class. They were trained one and all to be suitable for a warriors needs. I never had it in mind that they would be paired with any other class; however, I am not against it and it is not impossible. Several of my sons where paired with Fighter Class females, and I must say from your son's display your house may just be on the border of a Duel Classification, but do understand that if none of your daughters are strong enough to claim any of my sons, I will not tolerate you backing out of our deal.") Chhaya says coolly as she crosses her legs. There are only two single tables in the room, the others seating sets of four. She sits in the one closest to the arena.
Ishi looks a bit taken back but nods her understanding as she replies, ("I did think of this as well Imperial High Matron Atul that is why I gathered the strongest of my daughters, thirty to be exact, chances are in my favor that at least one of them will be successful.") Chhaya motions for Ishi to sit at the second single table on her left. She does and moments later, Tanvi's brothers with there father enter the room.
Chhaya's sons are dress nothing like Ishi's. They all have there own style, none are dress the same, and they are all tall. There styles are somewhat like the clothing they ware in the New World, but so much more sophisticated and sleek. They look very handsome in there outfits, and unlike Ishi's sons they don't show that much skin. Murad shows the most skin, his top being a vest showed off his sculpted abs, pecs, and biceps. Atif is next in line showing off the chiseled muscles in his arms and his ripped abs through his tight white sleeveless shirt. He wares a lose vest over it, but it does nothing more than enhance his shirt's effect. Gamal is the most conservative, wearing a sleek long sleeve shirt, and pants. They all ware just about the same style pants, but they definitely show there individuality.
They walk before there mother and bow with a fisted left hand over there hearts.
("Are they to your satisfaction, my wife?") Hassan says his head bowed humbly.
She gives him a faint smile, ("You have done well. I am pleased, come sit at my side.") He looks up, visibly stunned at her words. Only second husband gets the honor of kneeling at her side, maybe even third or fourth but not sixth. He was little more than a glorified concubine. The average Namekian female takes in five husbands and no more. Some of the upper class takes in concubines, but two or three at the most. Yes, Imperial High Matron Chhaya Atul is a rare one, but he never thoughts she would do a thing like this. In most ways, she is the complete traditionalist. He was fully expecting to be sent off to stand in a corner somewhere behind her. He quickly averts his eyes again, and smiles, a real full smile as he swiftly sits on the ground his knees bent under him by her chair. At her side, he looks like the devoted lap dog, sitting happily at the feet of his master, just happy with her nearness, a cruel comparison, but true. ("Go take your places in the center of the arena, my sons.") Chhaya says turning her attention to them.
("As you wish mother,") They all say together giving her a bow with there left hand fisted over there hearts. They go to the center of the room and all sit in the middle of the arena there knees bent under them then train there eyes to the floor.
Shortly after, Ishi's daughters arrive. Chhaya watches them as they enter the room. They are both awed and a bit put off by the room's aggressiveness. It's obvious Ishi's house has never married outside of there class, or at least not into any of the Battle Classes. This should be interesting. Chhaya thinks to herself. When the last girl enters the room, she and Ishi rise to greet them. Ishi's daughters bow in greeting to Chhaya and there mother.
("Greetings, Ladies, these are my sons, Atif, Gamal, and Murad.") Chhaya says as she walks over to them, Ishi, and her daughters following. ("Rise my sons,") She says facing them, then turning back to the others she continues, ("See if they are to your liking and claim them if you can.") She gestures with her hand for then to begin.
Just as her daughters did, Ishi's daughters walk the line of males, circling each one with a dissecting eye. However, unlike Ishi's sons, all of Chhaya's boldly look there inspectors in the eye. The audaciousness of that act alone is enough to put some of the girls on edge. Not only do they dare to look them in the eye, as if they are equals, but they let there, eyes say what there mouths are forbidden too, weather they like or dislike them. For the most part, what the three males' eyes say is stay away from me. They don't stare or even truly glare at them, it is a simple meeting of the eyes, just long enough to let there inspectors know, they will not be claimed without a challenge. It unnerves most of Ishi's daughters to see how daring they are, how untamed. It makes others angry that a male would look to them with such defiance, but then again the elders don't call the time of first meeting the Taming Period for nothing.
Things are going smoothly until one of Ishi's daughters, Bohdana, gets to close on Murad. She's eighteen (25), the oldest of Ishi's daughters there. Most females have married all five of there husbands by then, but she's looking for her fifth husband. She's been to hundreds of these things, and is very confident. Murad doesn't like her, and his eyes tell her so, but she simply leans in on him. He glares at her fiercely, telling her without words to back up; however, she doesn't take the clue, moving in even closer. He growls dangerously low in his throat, baring his teeth at her in warning. She stops. She simply cannot believe his daring. Her eyes narrow indignantly, and she growls louder than he did, baring her teeth as well. She doesn't step away from him, but looks him challengingly in the eye, daring him to show his impudence again. He looks down and away from her.
A tiny smile pulls at her lips, and being a little daring herself, she reaches out a hand, running it down the length of his arm as she says, ("Submit to me.")
He clinches his fists as his power level rises a bit at her touch, pulling away from her, he says, ("I will not.") He looks back up to her. Everything stops, the other girls in the room clear the line, stepping off the platform, and Chhaya's sons do as well. Bohdana's power level shoots up to battle status, the displeasure clear on her face as purple-blue fire whirls around her in angry hues, she snaps her fingers turning her flowing dress into a skirt and top.
("Submit to me!") She yells aggressively. In an instant his power level spikes, pushing her away from him in a gust of power. She lands in an ungraceful heap on the floor, blue hues of fire circle around him as he looks down on where she lays.
His reply comes out short, ("I will not.")
In a blink, she is on her feet, her ki flaring brightly. She's so embarrassed to be caught unaware by a male, everyone else in the room, stands watching. The red hue of the ki force field surrounds the large arena, and Bohdana strikes out at him with a vicious punch, but he dodges kicking her in the stomach. She flies back with the blow and he shoots her with an energy beam from his hand. She moves away quickly the beam skimming her right shoulder. She grits her teeth trying not to cry out, and the fight is on. They battle on for about two hours. Tanvi and her sisters play card games, having there servants bring them drinks, paying little mind to the fight, but when it goes on for so long they begin to pay a little more attention, it's odd. Chhaya and Ishi talk casually; however, Chhaya attention too becomes divided and she pays a little more attention to the fight when it goes on for so long, Bohdana is a merchant and Murad a warrior this fight shouldn't be lasting this long. Hassan on the other hand watches the fight intently the entire time. He prays for Murad to win, he thinks, If she wasn't so much older this fight would be over already. She's very cunning. She's got to be seventeen (24) at least, she's got more experience in these types of battles.
Suddenly, there's a huge explosion with in the arena as the smoke clears Murad is seen laying flat on his back. A very battered Bohdana slowly makes her way to him. She walks with a limp, and her left arm is gone completely. She kneels by his side to claim him. Hassan almost jumps off his place on the floor to stop her, but Chhaya sensing his distress, places a hand on his shoulder to stay him. He stops but grits his teeth as he clinches his fists. Abruptly, Murad's eyes snap open as he sees her so close to his face his body is filled with an unexplainable power. His ki flairs violently throwing her away from him then with his right arm he lets out a wicked energy blast that takes off her head. Ishi jumps to her feet, and several of her daughter's rush the energy field. Murad lays his head back to the platform floor, That was to close...to close...to close. I can't believe how strong and cunning she was. In two years of being pursued by the Warrior Class, none of them has ever gotten that close to my face, ever. There's something odd about this family. Chhaya notices it as well, but says nothing, They are very strong for Merchant class. This is the first time Murad has had to kill to stop a bonding. There is something very odd going on in this house, first, the concubine's odd medical records, and now this.
The field is let down and she rises to go to her son. He jumps when she leans down to him, but he relaxes when he realizes it's his mother. She lays her hands on him and he is covered in a yellow glow as she heals his wounds. As she heals her son, several servants curry up quickly, and respectfully take Bohdana's body away. She finishes and stands. He does as well.
("Is your healing complete?") She asks him giving him a once over.
("Yes, mother.") He replies taking his place back on the platform. His brothers take there places and Chhaya says, ("Continue, if you dare.") To Ishi's embarrassment most of her daughters leave, only thirteen remaining.
When Chhaya comes back to her seat, Ishi says a bit ruffled, ("With all do respect, Imperial High Matron Atul. I did want you to bring strong sons, but did you have to bring them this strong, after all, I am just a humble merchant.")
("Then your daughter should have thought of that before she took his challenge, and I a sure you he is not the strongest of my sons.") Chhaya replies curtly, I have the feeling you are more than a merchant High Matron Ishi Hoshiekaidoe, much more.
To continued...
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Please review and tell me what you think, this was the hardest chapter I've ever written. I'll finish this flash back in the next chapter and move on to the present. I hope that this is giving you some in sight in to these females behavior and the motives for there actions. Also, know that Tanvi's just a kid in this flash a back and they'll be others later to explain how she got to be where she is right now.