Chapter 2: Punishment

Zelina combed back her thick black hair. She was nervous. Zelina had returned to her chambers wondering what in the world Frieza had in mind for her punishment. It was Zarbon who no doubt would carry out her punishment. He was Frieza's right hand man, and Frieza left all the dirty work for him. Frieza didn't like getting his hands dirty, no, not when he had others to do it for him. It had only made her happier that Vegeta got yelled at as well. She didn't like Vegeta's attitude, she doubted if anyone on the ship enjoyed his arrogance. He liked to think of himself on a pedestal, more worthy then anyone else. Hopefully Zarbon had knocked him down a couple notches. Zelina peered at herself in the mirror. Her big green eyes stared back at her. She gave a half smile, she wondered if Zarbon's punishment would cause her to be sent to the healing center again. Not a scar was upon her; the healing had made sure of that. It was a miracle of modern science that she was able to keep her lovely complexion with all the fighting she'd been through. She put down her brush, and stood up. Her scouter was vibrating, and almost fell of the table. When she picked it up and placed it over her right eye she could here a voice shouting. "Where are you woman get in here now!" The angry voice of Zarbon echoed through her head as she opened the door and walked down the corridors.

The door slid open and Zelina walked through, Zarbon was standing there. His face had a mixture of anger and pleasure on it. Zelina hung her head. "You wished to see me?" She said. She felt a hand encircle the top of her head. Not the hair she cried out in her mind. Zarbon yanked her upward then flung her to the ground. She slid across the floor at least a foot. Zarbon straddled her and opened his hand. A small white light appeared. Zelina couldn't help herself, she screamed.

Raditz was walking through the corridor not doing anything in particular. A scream made his head turn. It was coming from Zarbon's chambers. He twiddled with his scouter. What was going on in there? He laughed thinking that perhaps Zarbon had gotten a woman who wasn't all that eager to spend quality time with him. Raditz hadn't ever had a woman. He had never found one worthy of his time, he was a Saiyon, and not just any woman would suffice. The door to the chambers opened and a woman came crawling out. Her once beautiful face was bloody and bruised. Her Saiyon armor was cracked and blood seemed to be oozing out of her every body part. "Take me to the Healing Center now!" The woman screamed at him. Raditz looked at her for a second, and checked his scouter. Even injured this woman could smash his skull in. He hated being as weak as he was. If he refused to help her she could make him pay later, he had no desire to tangle with her. He also didn't want to help her. Why should he? A bloody hand reached up and grabbed him by the arm and she pulled herself up, using him as leverage. The woman looked into his eyes, her green eyes dug in him like daggers. "You will help me!" It wasn't a request. It was an order. If there was one thing Raditz had learned while being Frieza's fighter, it was never to disobey your superiors. He put a firm hand under her arm and led her down the corridor. Blood was getting on his hair, now he'd have to use extra conditioner to get it out! This was not going to be a good day for him, not at all.

The doctor was not impressed; Zelina was going to get herself killed if she kept doing what she was doing. He shook his head. The poor girl, when would she ever learn? He checked the computer readings again, the girl would recover, but he wasn't sure how well. She seemed to be getting weaker because of her constant run-ins. If she kept it up she would soon be no use to Frieza at all. The man who had brought her in didn't seem too happy. He cursed at the doctor when he had asked what had happened. "I don't know, Zarbon did something to her." Raditz had said. The doctor shook his head. What had she done to insure that Frieza would allow her to be punished so? Raditz hadn't stayed around to see her recover, but had left immediately, mumbling about blood in his hair. No one cared about the woman it seemed, all except himself. But then again it was his job to care for all the fighters. He healed them and they went off. The woman however, always thanked him for his healing before she left. It seemed she actually appreciated something. It made the doctor feel better, knowing that he was doing something worthwhile.

Zelina felt weak, even after she was healed she could not perform her fighting duties as well as before. Zarbon had sure given her a beating she wouldn't soon forget. It took her 2 days to fully recover. Luckily no missions had been assigned to her in that time period. Zelina had finally sometime to spend alone, thinking. She did that often, just thinking. She liked the silence of her chambers, just sitting, wondering about the more important things in life. The only reason she served Frieza was because she had to. No one defied the most powerful being in the galaxy, not if they valued their lives. After several minutes Zelina decided to go for a walk through the corridors. The corridors were almost empty. Some big assignment must have been occupying everyone else's time. When she rounded the corner of the one of the corridors she almost ran right into Nappa. He was blundering through, swinging his arms. She wondered where is buddy was. "Hi Nappa." She said. Nappa seemed preoccupied with something.

"Oh, hi." He finally grunted. "What are you doing wondering around the corridors? Why aren't you on assignment with the others?" He raised an eyebrow.

"If it wasn't for Zarbon beating the crap out of me I would have been on assignment with the others." Zelina said. "Speaking of which, why are you still here?"

"The assignment was only for the low-class fighters." Nappa said. Zelina understood that Nappa thought of himself as an elite. Zelina wasn't exactly low-class to begin with. Her power level was 3,000, only 2,000 less then Nappa's. A loud string of curse words came from behind Zelina. Raditz had stopped short, and apparently wasn't too happy when he spotted Zelina talking to Nappa. "You!" He spat. "Do you know how long it took me to wash that blood out of my hair?"

Zelina started laughing. Raditz face turned red. "Stop laughing! Stop that right now!" He yelled. Nappa started laughing as well. Zelina lifted her left hand. She opened the palm of her hand to reveal a small white light in the center. "If I were you Raditz I wouldn't mess with me." Zelina gave him a wicked smile. Raditz glared at her, but did nothing more. She let the energy she had gathered in her palm extinguish. "Why don't you go away crying Raditz, everyone hates you." Zelina said. Raditz's fists were squeezed in balls. He was quick, and flung his fist at her. Zelina was quicker, and dodged his blow. She grabbed onto his arm and flipped flung him face forward into the wall. His face made a sickening crunch on the side. Blood squirted from his nose, and dripped down his chin.

"What the hell is going on in here!"? A fat pink alien was making his way toward them. Dadoria was breathing heavy, and was red in the face. "Stop that right now! No fighting in the corridors!"

"Dumb bitch!" Raditz spat. Blood continued to drip from his face to the floor. Nappa stood, arms crossed. "How dare you disgrace the Saiyon race Raditz!" Nappa growled. "You let a woman get the best of you!" Zelina was grinning, served him right. Dadoria was pissed and stepped between Zelina and Raditz. "I said that was enough. "Go get yourself healed Raditz. Frieza wants you ready for your next assignment." Dadoria turned to Zelina. He grabbed her by the front of her Saiyon armor. "If I ever see you trying beating up on your subordinates again, I will personally teach you a lesson." She wished the pink slime would get his hands off of her. "Understood." She said simply. Dadoria let go and stalked off. "Stupid pink blob." Zelina mumbled to herself as soon as Dadoria was out of earshot. "Nice one." Nappa said. "By the way, nice job with Raditz. The little punk sometimes gets too full of himself." He gave her a half smile, then turned his foot to walk down the corridor. Zelina laughed to herself. The day was turning out to be very interesting.