"Where the HFIL were you?" Ugly Zarbon demanded as Fiona ran into the training hall, out of breath and flustered.

"I…was…at…the…med wing…with…Vegeta…he…"

"Never mind him. Get your breath back and we will begin with some meditation. Sit." He ordered as he sat in the centre of the hall, in the lotus position. Which was actually rather amusing considering his hefty size and bulk.

"Yes sir." Fiona rolled her eyes and sat like a mirror image of her master. "So…what now?"

"Now do as I say. Close your eyes." She closed her eyes. "Take a deep breath and exhale slowly. Let your eyes see what your ears hear.

Nothing.

Silence.

Let only my voice reach into your mind.

Slow down your breathing.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

There is a breeze, a summer breeze.

Do not see the trees sway, feel them sway.

Do not see the birds as they soar on high.

Feel them.

Ignore your eyes.

Forget your heart.

Let your skin tell you what is happening.

Let your ears whisper to you where certain objects are.

Trees

Birds

People

Free problems, hatred in your minds and muscles…flow away.

Let your skin become calm, cool like water is pouring off it.

As it flows, let all the tensions of your life flow away with it.

Let the water run off your body and take the Demon of uncertainty and weakness with it."

Zarbon and Fiona both breathed in sync, in and out. In and out. Fiona went into a full trance and found everything simple, bright, yet with meaning. Zarbon opened his eyes a good few hours later and looked at her frozen state. Good, she has taken to meditation quicker than I expected. Tomorrow we will begin the rigorous training, as I obviously do not need to continue with this topic. She managed it in one session; it took Vegeta months to shrink his fat head small enough to get into meditation. Well done Fiona, you have made me proud. He stood up and didn't expect what came next. He made the slightest movement and Fiona's fist shot out from her knee and punched him square on his knee. It didn't hurt or even faze him, but her accuracy with her eyes closed was amazing!

She shuck her head and slowly opened her eyes.

"W…what? Where?" She scratched her head, as if trying to remember what she did in the last 24 hours with a hangover, and it clicked. "Oh, man that meditation really worked. Master."

"Once again, nice save." He smirked and offered her his hand. But she batted it away and got to her feet.

"Hands to yourself. What next?"

"Next, we eat. We have been meditating nearly half the day now. After we have eaten, the day is yours. Make good use of it as tomorrow, the training will be extremely difficult. Your mind seems sharper than I could have hoped for. Tomorrow, I work on your body." She scowled and raised a brow. "You know what I meant. Now get to the mess hall before I beat you into showing me more respect." Zarbon pushed her shoulder and she dug her heels into the floor.

"Do not touch me!"

"I can do as I like! I am your master and if I see fit to punish you like Gynu did Vegeta, then I can!" he pushed her again, getting more than pissed off with her attitude problem and almost sent her flying. She fell on her ass outside the door and quickly stood up.

"Now you listen here!" she growled and clenched her fists. "I will not be." But a stampede of feet came from nowhere and Zarbon had to yank her out the way, back into the training hall.

"Saiyans. Overly eager for their food. No wonder Master Frieza has them under control." She pushed away from him and scowled.

"Don't change the subject! You can't just."

"You forget my little pet, you are mine to mould into my second, Frieza's third in command. If you thought you were going to have it easy, you were wrong. I respect you and your wishes to be a spinster, that is your choice to close yourself to the male half of the universe, because of the actions of one Bastard. But I will break you into shape and place in any way I see fit. And if you need proof, here is the proof!" Zarbon fished one hand into the bustling crowd and lifted a young Saiyan boy up and into the hall with them. He locked the door and shoved Fiona into a perfect place to watch. "Watch and learn." He spat, and grabbed a fistful of the lad's hair. He was slightly taller than Vegeta, had a small brown pigtail and a fringe over his raised eyebrows. His mouth was open and his hands were desperately trying to free his hair from Zarbon's grasp.

"What are you doing!"

"SILENCE!" Zarbon shouted and snapped the boy's had back, so he could look directly into his quivering brown eyes. "You have done nothing wrong. But my pupil seems to think she can address me as she likes and disrespect me as she wishes. You are here to show her what I think about insubordination!"

"Please, no." he quivered, and the hard truth was starting to sink in for Fiona. She gasped and ran forward.

"Master, please, forgive me. Punish me instead, don't." but Zarbon battered the boy across the hall and had his back to her. The boy landed in an unnaturally twisted position, blood spurting from his nose and his gums bleeding so heavily, that he was choking on it.

"You Bastard! He was innocent!" Fiona ran forwards and started to pelt his chest with furious, but futile fists. He simply folded his arms and scowled down at her.

"You will show me more respect. Or that will be you lying in a bloody heap. I have tried being pleasant with you; I have tried being patient and understanding. But you threw all my attempts of us having a friendship and forced my hand. I am not trying to be popular; most charges hate their masters, because they are too stupid to see what we are trying to do. You will be the best you can be and you will be the next Third of command. Even if you hate me for it, I will make you succeed." A single tear fell down her cheek, and she stood back. Fiona looked right into his eyes and resorted to her emotionless mask. But this time, not even her body language gave anything away. She looked like a zombie.

"Yes sir." He was a little unnerved by this show of compliance, but was glad she didn't make this any harder.

"To the mess hall with you. I need to report to Master Frieza." Zarbon watched as she bowed her head, turned her back and walked slowly to the mess hall. He followed her until she entered the mess hall, where she sat alone. Maybe I overreacted. But she had to learn her place. Besides, now I can just move in as 'pretty boy' and win her over that way…though I hated doing to her what I did. But she did have to learn. After me she will report to Frieza. And if she doesn't show complete compliance and obedience…

Zarbon knocked on his master's door after he walked there. Then who knows what he could do to her.

Zarbon gave his report of her progress and pleased him greatly. Zarbon did however leave out the incident between the Saiyan lad, and Fiona and himself. He returned to the mess hall to find Fiona not there. Then he passed the mess hall and found her hoisting the bloody recruit over her shoulder and struggling with him out the door. Zarbon watched from afar and followed her all the way to the med wing. When she came out, she must have given the boy to Piccolo. He hid behind a corner, and watched her walk past him. Were is she going?

Fiona felt empty, cold. She had watched her master beat that poor boy into a bloody heap, and then force her to go and eat.

Eat?

How could she eat when all she could see was that mangled pile of a boy in the back of her mind. In the end, she waited for a few minutes, until she thought he would have gone. She then got up from the table, and walked straight back to the training hall. She got a funny look from Piccolo when she brought him yet another bleeding boy to deal with, but said nothing.

So Fiona walked back through the hall, and leaned against a wall.

That boy got hurt because of me.

He was an 'example' of what Zarbon could do. I don't care if he beats me like that, but that boy…what have I gotten myself into? She chuckled to herself and closed her eyes. Well, it isn't as if I chose this. It was either go with them, or have the world blown up. I had no choice in the end. So anything that happens, is just something I will have to deal with.

They are all aliens up here, not one human. Only the 'Saiyans' seem human.

Master Zarbon isn't even human. He got so angry…he knows why I hate men. I was stood right outside when he questioned…and then killed my parents. But he doesn't know I know that. She sighed and pulled away from the wall.

"The day is mine now huh?" Fiona said, lacking her usual attitude or life. "Well…" she looked around. "I could go for a walk I suppose." She folded her arms, and began to wander the halls. Usually she would have been stopped, but with the badge from Zarbon firmly clipped to her, she was allowed complete freedom. Not that she tried to talk to anyone for directions. So she didn't really know where she was going. She just knew she wanted to get as far away from Zarbon as possible at that moment. Reminds me of Hitler. Do as I say, or I will make you sorry kind of campaign.

She found herself a few hours later back at Zarbon's corridor. She decided to call it that, as everything behind that door seemed to be his. Well he is the second of command, he would have some perks from that I guess. She stood outside the door, just looking at that. Her hand raised to push it open, but then retracted to her side.

Every time she was about to open it, she saw the body of that boy. "I have to see if he is alright." She decided, and turned on her heels. After her walk, she had pretty much learnt (from how many times she had been there today) where the medical wing was. So she auto piloted her feet to take her there, and zoned out. I hope he isn't angry. I mean, Zarbon flat out told him it was my fault he was being beaten to crap. So…I can at least say I am sorry. If he is even awake yet.

"Back again? At least you don't have another bleeding boy for me to deal with. I have come to wonder what to expect when you come here kid."

"I came to see if he was alright." She pointed to a tank, with the second boy she brought here in it. "It was my fault he came here…Oh, and if Vegeta would be out soon. But…will he be alright?" she looked for the first time in her life, sorry for something.

"I gathered that. You looked a little out of it when you came." He rolled his eyes. "Angered your master did you? I must say, not a wise thing to do on this ship." He walked out in his white cape and odd clothing. "They are as good as your mother on this ship. They are the only thing keeping you alive and safe." He rolled his eyes over her. "And a virgin in your case most likely."

"I think you will find I am perfectly able to prevent that kind of problem myself, thank you." She spat, and saw him chuckle at her.

"And now I see why your master had to show you an example. You have a temper problem. If you are Zarbon's charge, you will be the future 3rd in command, yes?"

"Yeah…why?"

"Because when you become the third, you will not just have to answer to Master Zarbon as you do now as a trainee." He stabbed a tube to the tank with the green liquid, and looked very seriously at her. "You will have to answer directly to Master Frieza. And he will not 'show you what you will get next time' like Zarbon did." He looked deadly serious. "Because when it comes to Master Frieza, there is no next time." She gulped. "You screw up under his watch; you pay for it with your life." He turned to the tank, and patted it. "Not even I can help you if you anger his highness." He then sighed, and looked over to the other side of the room. "So, you are ready then?" Fiona raised a brow. He was looking over her shoulder.

"Indeed. You can't keep a true worrier down for too long. I get testy." She heard a chuckle, and turned round. She rolled her eyes, as she saw Vegeta leaning against the wall in a 'bad boy' pose, his blue spandex suit on, white gloves and boots too. His armour was on the table and too battered for him to keep. "Hello Fiona."

"Vegeta." She nodded. "Good to see you up and about."

"It feels good." He smirked and pulled away from the wall. "Come to see me did you? And I thought you didn't like me."

"She came with you and brought you here your highness." Piccolo then vanished around the corner.

"You did, did you?" he smirked.

"It seemed like the right thing to do." She folded her arms. "So don't think anything of it."

"Very defensive, aren't we?" he stalked towards her.

"Not defensive, just honest and cautious. So…" she looked up at him, as he was slightly taller than her. "I have the rest of the day to 'do as I wish'." He started to smirk. "What do we recruits do after hours around here?" she didn't like how his eyes twinkled evilly with delight at that.

"Are you putting your fate, in my hands? I am honoured and will, how would you put it?" He chuckled. "Show you a good time." He walked forward, and looked over his shoulder. "Come, I will show you just what 'we recruits' do for fun. But mind you…" he smirked evilly at her, and seemed to have some joke planned or about to enjoy himself greatly at her expense. "…we are all men. You must be the only female recruit on this side of the ship. So if you come with me…bigger smirk…you will be surrounded by men."

"Men?" she chuckled, a smirk of her own. "If they are anything like you Vegeta." She stood next to him, defiant as ever. "Then they will all be mere boys. And boys I can handle."

"We shall see." He chuckled, and pushed the doors open. "But don't say I didn't warn you."

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"And then I got her to turn around." Another alligator creature, but this time yellow, was sniggering with his friends, when Vegeta walked in with Fiona. She gasped as she realised just where Vegeta had brought her.

"Vegeta…is this…"

"Welcome Fiona." He snickered, and brought her further into the room. It looked like it used to be a hall, until the recruits had their way with it. "To the Den." It almost looked like a basement now. It might as well have been after all the levels they had to go down to get here. The walls were a dark grey, and there was a HUGE bar all along the left hand side of the hall. In the centre, was a circular stage with poles all the way around, and lighting focused on it. Loud music boomed and spot lights of bright colours illuminated the room like in a night club on earth. She saw lots of recruits, they were all recruits actually. But they were wearing their own clothes, and the girls were all scarcely covered.

"This isn't a Den…" she gulped. "This is a brothel." She said nervously, as Vegeta smirked at her.

"Welcome. Time for you to get to know your peers." He grabbed her wrist and dragged her through crowds of lecherously dancing couples of every species. So she was very timid about being dragged through them all. "Hay, get me two pints of sake." He said with a Japanese accent on the last word. (Said, sa-kay)

"What's sakay?"

"Sake, and don't worry. You'll find out." He chuckled to himself, and dragged her towards a table.

"I swear Vegeta, if you don't stop dragging me around then-" but then Vegeta threw her forward, and she went flying. "AAA!" she landed on her back in a heap, and sat up. "Arsewhole!" she shouted, until she heard chuckling behind her. She slowly turned around, and then snapped back. She was sat one someone's lap.

"Well Vegeta, what have you brought me today?" that voice was perverted, and had every underlining sexual innuendo you could imagine.

"A human, age 15, power level 20 when angry, gender female, eyes sapphire blue, hair mahogany meets chestnut, skin ivory white and no, she isn't part Ice-jin, body shapely, ass fine…" he smirked and his fangs were on show. "Fiery spirit, and from what I have learned, doesn't like men much."

"Lesbian?" she snarled and tried to get up. But hands grabbed her hips and pulled her back.

"No, actually!" she seethed. "I just don't trust men as far as I can throw them."

"And with your power level, that isn't far."

"Hey!" she didn't quite know what they meant by power levels, but she guessed it was an insult to have a low one. "Get off me now before I make you, bastard!" She jumped up and grabbed onto Vegeta's shoulders. So this time, whoever she was sat on, couldn't pull her back. Vegeta held her arms, and smirked over to the man.

"So what would you say?"

"What exactly do you want me to do Vegeta?" she let go of him, and looked to him at last. He was an older man (eww) had grey hair and regulation uniform covering an aged body.

"ERRR!" she shuddered and jumped behind him. Vegeta laughed his head off.

"I suppose that sprey you made doesn't effect humans then Gero."

"That's Doctor Gero. And no it doesn't, I don't have her DNA."

"Ok, 1, spray, 2, why the fuck did you shove me into an old man, 3, what the hell did he mean 'what exactly do you want me to do Vegeta?' and 4…" she whimpered. "Where is the exit?" there were so many people around here, the door was completely out of sight to her.

"1." He started. "This is Doctor Gero. He was an ancient being who recreated himself as an android to cheat death. He has the most brilliant mind in the universe, and can invent anything." He chuckled. "He has invented a special spray that will attract all females to him and all they need is to touch him or be near him. As you are the first human ever to leave your planet, you are immune to the spray. He can't make humans susceptible to it, if he hasn't encountered them before."

"So?"

"So 1, that is the spray. 2, that is why I pushed you near him. The spray would have made you into a pussy cat and high for a while."

"Bastard." She seethed. But he simply chuckled.

"3, he is excellent. You see that woman next to him." She saw a girl with bright yellow skin, a canary orange beak, and feather gold hair. She looked very attractive actually. Especially in her red hot pants and boob tube. "She is 69 years old in your human terms."

"No." she gaped at him. "She looks in her 20s."

"I have achieved many feats my dear." He chuckled. "And because of her accelerated growth patterns, I can just as easily reverse the age process in her species." Vegeta pulled them both up a chair, and two pints of dark brown liquid appeared on the tray of a topless waitress. Instantly, Fiona pulled her cloak off and wrapped it around her. Vegeta laughed his head off, and the waitress just gave it her back, and left quietly.

"They are paid to walk around like that, woman." He chuckled. "Oh you make me laugh."

"I am glad I can help, but that is just wrong." She frowned.

"Anyway, as for 3. Dr Gero is also very excellent when it comes to any sort of genetic make up and tempering with it. So many a 'butt ugly' fighter on this ship have gone to him, for what you could class as an 'upgrade'."

"What kind of upgrade? Youth upgrades?" she nodded towards the yellow bird girl, who was swooning all over another of her kind.

"No my dear, I can do a lot more than that." He chuckled. "Tell me one thing you want me to change, and I will change it."

"I have a suggestion." Vegeta chuckled. Fiona crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.

"Let me guess? Bigger boobs? That is all you men think about." She pouted.

"No actually, I was thinkig more along the lines of your fear." Vegeta smirked slyly at her.

"Huh? Fear? I don't-"

"So if I was to do this-" he yanked her over his lap and smacked her butt.

"GET OFF ME!" she seethed and her dagger came right out of her glove, and against his neck. But he smirked.

"So if I was to do that, you would show me your fear?" he looked to Gero, as if the cold blade wasn't against his throat. "Can you help her?"

"So…" he rubbed his chin. "Afraid of men are we? Or is it an inability to address your sexuality? Or even the fear of what would happen if you let yourself be open with your feminine side…mmmm…" he thought as he looked over her. Fiona put her dagger back, sitting far away from Vegeta.

This was a big mistake.

"AAAA!" someone grabbed her elbow and she was yanked into the moving crowd by a boy.

He had short brown hair in a small pig tail at the back of his neck and a thin braid falling down his front. Only one hazel eye bore into her as the other was hidden by his unruly fringe.

"Hello." He said coldly. "Remember me?"

"Oh I am so glad I found you. I took you to the med-wing and asked if you would be alright later on, but-"

"But it was your fault I was there in the first place!" He pushed her back, and held her shoulders when he reached her again. He slowly dragged her off her feet and held her arms at her side by her shoulders. His Saiyan tail lashed out at her legs violently, and whipped at her. "I have been meaning to 'thank' you for that." He scowled, and pushed her back painfully against the stage front. People who were dancing around them, stopped and started to gather around them.

"It's always fun to let the Saiyans join the party, they always start a fight and it is always over nothing. Amusing really." One of them said, and gathered closer.

Fiona groaned in her throat as he squeezed her arms hard. She swore she was bruising instantly from his manhandling.

"It wasn't my fault." She said, hard for breath as he moved his hands to throttle her instead. This jolted her back hard against the stage.

"Wasn't your fault? Wasn't you fault! It was because of you that I get beaten within an instant of my life. Not your fault huh?" He squeezed around her throat, and smirked. She was starting to feel dizzy and her limps were going numb.

"I am…sorry for…what he…did…to…to you." She gasped through pants, her teeth together in pain.

"Well, I will take your death as my reconciliation."

"I think you will not, Nesumi."

"My lord?" he squeaked as a large ball of Ki glowed by the side of his head.

"This woman you are about to throttle to death, happens to be a fellow elite recruit. My peer. And my master would not be pleased if I were to let her die under my watch, now would he?"

"But, but she." He stuttered, but his hold had lessened. This allowed Fiona to slip down to her feet again, cursing her lack of height at this point. One hand still held his around her neck as the other reached into her glove cuff.

"I don't give a damn what she did Nesumi. As your Ouji, I am telling you to release her now, and never pick a fight with her again. Do you understand? You third class piece of crap."

"Yes my Ouji…" he scowled at her, and yanked her neck as he released her. "But this isn't over, bitch." He spat, and turned to leave. But then with a whiz of air, Nesumi froze solid. A single braid of brown hair fluttered to the floor, and he looked ahead to see an ivory dagger still vibrating in the wall opposite. He looked over his shoulder, and saw Fiona panting, but with a fire in her eyes that made all who saw her, not want to go near her. Encase it burnt them.

"You ever, ever…(pant)…attack me like that again…or touch me…I will personally beat you to a pulp. It (pant) wasn't my fault that my master beat you up, no matter what he said. And I would never (pant) do anything to put someone else (pant) through that on purpose. So either accept it, or lump it. But I will not let you beat on me if you don't believe me, I will just beat you back!" There was a silence, until Nesumi turned his back and walked away, picking up his lost braid as he left the hall.

"I think this is yours." Dr Gero stepped into view, holding her dagger. "Nice." He examined it, before handing it over to her.

"Thanks. It was a present from my grandpa." She slid it back up her glove, and looked to him, then Vegeta. "What did you two talk about while I was 'distracted'?"

"Oh, nothing." Vegeta interrupted, and gave a look to Gero. He nodded, and smiled to her.

"Nothing that needs your attention just yet my dear. Farewell."

"Wait…what was that supposed to mean!" she raised a brow, and scowled when Vegeta hooked her arm and started to drag her out of the hall. "Hey! What are you doing!"

"Master Zarbon has a curfew. We are going to be late if we do not leave right this second."

"I think I have had enough of being manhandled for today, alright!" she pushed him off her, brushed herself off, and walked calmly with him all the way back to Zarbon's wing.

"Where is she?" Zarbon paced his room, and looked up at the clock on his wall. She had 5 minutes to get here, or she would be after curfew. "Damn girl, where is she?" he had looked for her, as he hadn't told her about the curfew and didn't want her to be caught. But he couldn't find her anywhere.

At last, the door slowly creaked open. And he looked to a lowered face. Her mahogany brown hair veiled her eyes, and her pale face was blank. "What took you so long?"

"Am I late sir?"

"No…but where were you?" he folded his arms, and scowled down at her with is grotesque face.

"Vegeta took me to the recruit social area." She stepped inside, and closed the door behind her. She then leaned back against the door, and still hung her head forward. "Interesting choice of 'relaxation'…"

"In other words, he took you to the basement." He rolled his eyes. "That place is the scum level of the ship. There are no rules and the recruits behave in an inappropriate manner. I can't believe he took you there." He looked to her again, and frowned. He wasn't used to her being so submissive. But, it was what he demanded after all. "Well, off to bed. You will have to rest. Tomorrow we start the main, hard core of the training. The basics."

"Yes sir." She bowed, and then walked in a beeline to the bathroom, and her room.

Zarbon sighed, and locked his doors, to the outside and the bathroom.