By the time Fiona woke up the next day, Zarbon was dressed and inside her wardrobe. She sat up, rubbed her eyes and then looked over to the open door. Without a word, she walked through it into the bathroom, had a shower, brushed her teeth and washed her face. A towel still around her, she walked back in while patting another towel to her hair.
"Morning. Get dressed." He said bluntly. "The wardrobe will automatically dress you today." She stepped to the side to avoid being crushed by her large bulk of a master, and he stopped beside her. His eyes were on her right leg, on her upper thigh, where the towel parted. She had made herself a makeshift holster with a strip of her blue cloak she tore yesterday, holding her ivory dragon dagger to her cream leg. "Did you wear that in the shower?"
"Yes sir." He looked up, to see her face was still blank and hung forward. Her eyes were still hidden with her fringe.
"Why?" she didn't answer at first, and tugged at her towel to cover her exposed leg up.
"…for protection sir." He growled loudly.
"Do you still believe I would-"
"Forgive me!" she yelped and stumbled away from him. "I, I, I wore it just encase! I always do! Or have it with me!" she was trembling, and unarmed Zarbon of his anger immediately. He looked down at her, a mess, nothing like the girl she was when he first recruited her. All because he had made an example of someone else, to teach her her place.
He slightly regretted that now. She had learnt her place, but had also lost that fire he admired from her. It would be that fire, that helped her in battle. Had he unintentionally extinguished it?
"…get dressed." He flipped his lanky green braid behind him, and walked through the bathroom to his room. Still in his monster form, he wore his flat white and yellow boots, purple arm and leg sleeves, his black spandex pants and his white armour with matching blue cloak. His earrings and forehead jewel shone brightly, a golden amber, and he waited by the door.
Eventually, the bathroom door opened and his youngest recruit entered.
"I am ready, sir." Fiona bowed, in her fully recruit uniform. That consisted of her black spandex body suit, skin tight, with the wiring around her breasts to hold it together, as this also had the lightning bolt shape cut out in the middle of her chest. Her breasts bounced against their restraints, ample for her age. Her white gloves and boots were clumsily too big for her, and she tied her chestnut brown hair up in a ponytail with a black ribbon, and wore her black headband to tame her fringe, that still curled over her forehead. Her blue eyes were closed, and her pale skin was smooth. He watched as she clipped her jagged blue cape to each shoulder, and had her Z badge pinned to that over her left shoulder. Then, she cupped her hands together before her, and waited.
"Today will be hard, and there will be no waiting or having a break."
"I understand." She said in monotone.
"If you get hurt, I will not care or pause our intense regime. Not until we have finished for the day."
"Yes sir." He scowled. There was knowing your place, and being a complete drone. There was a difference, and he didn't like this change.
"You will be training with the other recruits, the men." She flinched, but didn't change her expressionless face. "If you are injured or unconscious, I will assign one of them to 'deal with you'." He watched as her hands twitched once, and then fisted at her sides.
"Then I will not lose consciousness, sir." There was a sense of grit in that promise, and it was refreshing to her prior attitude. It made him smile to himself and hold the door open for her.
"Then we shall go straight to the training room. Young Vegeta will no doubt already be there waiting." He chuckled and his hefty shoulders shook with mirth. Fiona took no notice however, as she thought solely on her task.
I have to survive this training, and do well enough or Frieza and his men will just turn round and blow up my planet. The deal was that I would become a 'worthwhile' recruit in exchange for my people's lives. But if I faint or even die in training, they will just see humans as weak and kill us all. I have to step up and show that humans, even if a select few, can be as strong as any of the other races. I have to be strong, and win. I have to. So many people are depending on me…an entire planet. She gave herself a mental pep talk all the way to the training hall, not even acknowledging who had started to walk next to her.
"Nervous?" she yelped with a start, and looked to her right. The tall muscular trio of Monkey men, as she saw them, all walked in line with her.
"I would be lying if I said no."
"And stupid." She looked to her left, and saw Vegeta striding next to her with his arms folded, and his head high. His face was stern, and yet his coal eyes were dark and eager for whatever they were about to face. "This is your basics lesson, your first one, right?"
"Yes."
"And you have never been in real intensive training other than when self taught, yes?"
"Yeah, kinda. I don't think anything my sensei ever taught me will be even remotely like what Master Zarbon will."
"Then you are open-minded. That is a good start before you even enter the hall." Alerted by yet another voice, deep this time, Fiona looked over her shoulder. Well, Raditz and his two brothers are here for training, it only makes sense that their master would be here to train them. He also wore his official armour, and his horns shone dark and menacing.
Like the rest of him…
Oh great, that lusty grin is back. He was looking over her shoulder, and down her front…
"Thank you, sir." She then nodded her head, and walked ahead of the boys. Raditz had to stay with his master and brothers (who were squabbling already), but Vegeta made a point to follow her.
"Old perverted bastard."
"Don't let him hear you say that." Vegeta chuckled. "So, still have a problem with being attractive huh?" he smirked, looking smug for some reason. "Not for long." Fiona didn't get a chance to A, realise he had just called her attractive, or B, ask him what the hell he meant by that, as she was grabbed by her shoulder. She resisted at first, until she recognised the large bumpy mint green hand that held her.
"We are sharing the hall with Ginyu and his pupils today, Dodorea will then take the hall in our place."
"Will Mr Ginyu leave the hall too? Or is he training his recruits for longer?" Zarbon and Captain Ginyu split after entering the hall, Zarbon right and Ginyu left. Fiona had to take two steps for each of his one, and Vegeta simply took his sweet time like the prince he was.
"Ginyu has male recruits and female recruits. The…" he shuddered. "Ginyu girls. He trains them separately. Hormones I assure you are the root to the problem." He sighed. "And those girls tease the Sayains something rotten, getting them into trouble all the time." He then smirked. "Even Vegeta."
"Humph." Vegeta grunted, scowling darkly at the floor. He didn't dare aim his anger at his master.
Not until he was strong enough…
"What the hell is that?" Fiona stood, eyes like saucers and fixed on the strangest sight she had ever seen.
"That, would be my assault course." Vegeta said proudly. There was a runway of about 100 meters, plastic rings on the floor in a long zigzag pattern, curving round to a set of…ironic…monkey bars. They were strong and white, with strange looking orange floating balls beneath it. Then, there was a large tank that could have held a whole school of sharks and piranhas. Lining round the circular tank walls, were round bull's-eye targets, and a gun floated aimlessly in the water surface. Then, there was a painted runway of a different sort. It had lights directed on it, giving it a reddish pink heat haze look. There were force fields around it, containing whatever the lights were doing to it from the rest of the room. Then there was another 100-meter track back to the start, but with a twist. There were armed soldiers, five at each side, every 20 meters, with large white guns. They looked the same race as the little green man from the news round, with two large eyes and bumpy green skin.
"That…is an assault course?" She panicked, and looked to Vegeta desperately.
"Oh, don't worry, short arse." He smirked evilly as she snarled at him. "You are only a baby. You won't get to do things like this, until you are strong enough." He snickered, and then got on his mark. Raditz joined him, and Kakkarot and Turles lined up behind them. Fiona just stood to the side as Ginyu and Zarbon simultaneously pressed the side of their eye pieces, and she heard the unison 'Beep'. "Watch me beat all of their 3rd class asses." He winked at her. "For you."
"Oh please." Fiona snorted, and looked away defiantly. But as a loud gun shot fired, she found her eyes glued to the course.
However, she only got to see the first two start to run, when Zarbon pulled on her wrist. He took her to the back of the hall, and pushed her in front of a yellow punch bag. There were two red rings around it.
"The top ring is for head shots, the lower one body shots. Alternate and constantly attack it until I say other wise.
"But…" she looked back at the course, but he made her look back to the bag.
"Are you questioning my orders?"
"I thought you said I was going to be doing intensive training. I used to do bag work all the time back home."
"Then you will not find this difficult, and do it." She gulped, and looked squarely at the bag. "And…go." She launched forward with a head punch, and then swung round with a knee jab. Punch after punch, hook after hook, she pounded into the bag, feeling Zarbon's scrutinizing eyes on her all the time. "Level 3…" he seemed bored. "Still level three…" Fiona didn't know what annoyed her more. The fact that she couldn't do the same training as that pig headed Vegeta, that he of all people had the nerve to call her short, that Ginyu had hit on her.
Again.
Or that Zarbon seemed to have nothing better to do than drone on behind her about some random bullshit involving level and three. What the fuck is level three? She hammered into the punch bag even more. He could at least tell me what he is saying. "Oh…level four." He seemed surprised that the level had grown. Or is it like grades, the higher they go the worse they are? Am I failing! Fiona grit her teeth and swung her arm round, making a slapping impact with the punch bag. "Level five." What? I'm getting worse! No, no I can't fail. I can't! I, will, not, fail! Fiona screamed to herself, jumped back, span on her back foot and sent a spinning roundhouse kick into the bag. For the first time, it moved and she panted for a moment afterwards. "Level six. The highest yet."
"I'm sorry, I'll do better." She started to throw herself at the bag again, but she was dragged off. "Hay!" she glared over her shoulder and up the arm that pressed on it. Her deep blue eyes were wide with fury. "I can do better! I can!"
"Fiona." She stopped. He used her name. And was he…smiling? It was hard to make out through the acne like green bumps to his hideous face, but he was in fact, smiling. "You improved from level three, to twice that in under a minute. I think you have done well for a human."
"Increasing is good?" she sounded as unsure as she felt.
"Yes, it is." He chuckled. "Did you think otherwise?"
"Yes…I did." She then realised she was panting hard.
"Now you see why you can not train with Vegeta and the Saiyans yet? If going all out on a punch bag winded you this much, at level 6, how are you to keep up with the likes of Turles, the weakest, who is just at level 150?"
"At what?" my God, I am way out of my depth here. The look of utter shock on her face made him take her other shoulder and lead her to the side.
"Yes, level 150. Look, see what you were so willing to walk into unprepared." Fiona looked away from him, and let him stand behind her with his hands on her shoulders.
Vegeta and Raditz were wheezing, bent forward. Vegeta had his hands on his knees, and Raditz was on his knees. They looked exhausted.
"Very good Boy, a new record." Ginyu nodded to Vegeta, and then looked to Raditz. "And you, your best score yet. Only half a second behind your prince."
"Half a second (pant) too many." Raditz sent a red faced scowl at Vegeta, who smirked as he panted back. It was here where Fiona noticed they were a little singed…
"You will always (pant) be behind me. (pant) Third class." Zarbon then nodded to Ginyu.
"Turles, Kakkarot, on your marks." The twins with dark, and light tans took their places. "And…" there was a loud beep. "Go!" Fiona watched as they both bolted down the 100-meter track. It seemed just like what she saw on TV and at school on Earth, until she saw them blur out of sight and 'appear' at the end. How fast were they running?
Then, her mouth hung open as they literally flipped from hands to feet in and out of each ring. It made a soft 'ping' each time, and they both launched themselves in perfect synchronisation into the air. At the same time, their hands gripped at the monkey bars, and their brown fluffy tails unfurled from their waists. They swung from side to side, aiding to their balance as they threw themselves from one bar to the next.
However, as they got half way across, the orange glowing balls jumped up and belted them like a cruel game of laser dodge ball. Turles stopped and growled in pain as one winded him in the gut, his brother got the same, but kept going. They were soon neck and neck again, round scorch marks on their skin and spandex black suits, Turles one glove short, and Kakkarot missing a boot. It didn't slow them down however, as they leapt through the air into the tank. A splash later, and they each held a gun in the water. Fiona held fists at her sides, entranced completely by what she was seeing. Her heat beat raced for them, upon seeing them stand perfectly still, back to back in the water, aiming at the target opposite them.
Ding.
A light appeared over the bull's-eye across from them, and they short out a plasma bolt. They weren't working together, it seemed, as they were racing to hit their share of targets after each light indicated them too, before dying of lack of air. They eventually burst the water surface with a loud gasp, gulping in the air, as they swam to the edge. They scampered with water still running thickly down them, right into the pink hazed runway. Fiona stepped forward ad away from Zarbon, eyes wide and body leaning forward, for a better view.
Kakkarot was the first one to enter it, and he seemed to slow down. He then cried out and Fiona gasped. The water on his skin was evaporating furiously into wisps of smoke, and he appeared to be having difficulty moving one foot in front of the other. From the way he strained to even walk, she would have thought someone had tied great weights to each of his limbs. Turles was the same, trudging along as if under the same pressures, and through thick mud. When there was no such dirty obstacle. Veins pulsing strenuously under the skin, visible under the immense stress, they fell to the floor just out of the pink runway. Turles collapsed ontop of his brother, before both were up again and running, breaths heavy, one eye closed each and dipping dangerously low to the ground every now and then.
Finally, the last leg of the course.
Great, all they need to do now is run back the 100 meters. That doesn't look too difficult, compared to the rest of the circuit. But no sooner did she think it, did she want to take it back.
The five-a-side soldiers all aimed at the closest recruit to their side, and bombarded their feet and legs with high voltage electric bolts. The track itself became electrified, and their feet fixed in place. Each moment they stood still, powerful volts of power coursed through their bodies and made their muscles twitch relentlessly. Kakkarot bore his teeth, and forced one foot forward. Turles followed the example, and trudged on.
Finally, when they stepped over the threshold their hair stuck up statically for a few seconds, before becoming normally spiked. Both brothers fell face forward on the floor, smoking and beaten, and still fighting for breath and consciousness. "Very good. Although, you were slower by a fraction of a second than your best time…" Ginyu frowned.
"Wow…" Fiona finally verbalised her thoughts, amazed at what she had seen. "Will I be able to do that soon?"
"One day." Zarbon stated. "When I feel you are strong enough. But for now, I will teach you endurance and technique." He then looked down at her, seeing stars in her eyes and smiled. "Enjoy that?"
"I want to try." She then looked up at him and pleaded. "I won't be able to go as fast as them, but I could try."
"Not today. Another day perhaps." He then shared a smile with Ginyu. "I must say, I thought that sight might put you off. It seems, I have made the same assumption I did with Vegeta. He seems to get off on training. Don't you boy?" Vegeta bit his tongue and was too tired to show defiance. He had done the course, in the best time; in half the time it took the dense twins, as he called them. "It seems, Dodorea has arrived to relieve us." Fiona tucked her chestnut brown hair behind her ears, and froze.
It was Mr pink tub of lard, and his student...
"Nasumi." Zarbon raised a brow when he saw Fiona lower into a fighting stance, one he didn't recognise, and her right hand was very close to her left cuff…
"Have you met?" he asked, just as Dodorea walked up to them with the brown haired boy. It took a moment to recognise him, with that strange ponytail thing missing. "And he has had a hair cut?"
"Thanks to it." Nasumi snarled at Fiona, before getting a clip up the side of his head.
"You will not speak unless given permission!"
"Yes master." He sent a silent glare to Fiona, before Dodorea dragged him off to the assault course. Fiona was scowling, very tense even as Raditz put a hand on her shoulder.
"Fiona? How do you know Nasumi?"
"Yeah, how do you know him? He is an upper class snob's brat who had to buy his way into elite training. Weak Baka." Turles sneered towards him. "I don't know how he got his way here even with money. His highness has more money than the universe combined."
"His highness?" Fiona was at a loss at first.
"Erm, his highness? Master Frieza?" Raditz knocked on her head as if it was hallow. "The one who is responsible for recruiting you in the first place? The one who owns this ship, everyone in it-"
"Everyone out of it." Kakkarot added.
"AND happens to be on his way here." Vegeta finished, and all went quiet.
"WHAT?" Raditz, Turles, Kakkarott AND Fiona all shouted at once.
"I said-"
"We heard what you said!" Fiona screamed. "He is coming here, on his way, right now!"
"Yes."
"I didn't know of this." Zarbon spoke to Ginyu, who had been snickering at Dodorea. Nasumi had tripped up on the 100-meter track, over his own boots.
"I did. Didn't you get the alert message on your scouter?" Zarbon immediately pressed the side button, and the words 'you have mail' appeared on the red eye lens. He had a look of pure horror on his face, and span round to his pupils. They had been given a breather, and it wasn't good for them to be 'slacking off' if Frieza walked in!
"Ginyu, my alert had an attachment. The alarm of his presence in the left wing from here has gone off."
"That close!" Ginyu then whispered briefly with him, and the elite warriors turned to their pupils. "Turles, Kakkarot, stretch off. Raditz, pair up with Vegeta and start sparing."
"Full speed, no mistakes." Zarbon added. Vegeta and Raditz jumped onto the blue square sparing mat, and charged forward at once. As they collided with a fury of fists and harsh boots, the twins sat down, opened their legs and laid their bodies flat on the floor, their foreheads touching the smooth tiling. Their hands stretched out, and Ginyu observed the sparing Saiyans.
"What about-" Fiona didn't get chance to finish, as Zarbon dragged her by her blue cape backwards away from them all. She flung her arms around like windmills, staggering to retain her balance. He released her in a back corner, and faced her.
"Everything I say to you now will keep you alive, so listen." Fiona gulped. "Never make eye contact, always look to the floor. You do not deserve the right to look Lord Frieza in the eyes until you are at least to elite standard." She nodded, and hung her head forward as if getting ready for him. "Don't slouch, back straight, shoulders strong and arms, don't have floppy arms!" he scolded, and she held them like bars at her sides. Even now her heat beat was picking up in pace…"breath!" he barked, as her pale face went blue. "The one thing he will let you do is breathe! Never speak unless he addresses you directly, and says you can answer. You must show the utmost respect if you are ever in the situation to speak in his presence. End each sentence in one of his titles, do not stutter, do not shake, do not show fear. Fear is a weakness, if he finds a weakness…" he trailed off as he saw she was trembling already. "You will be alright. Just stop shaking. And lower your heartbeat." She looked up shocked. "If I can hear it, Master Frieza will."
"Master Frieza will what, Zarbon?"
"My Liege." Zarbon stood in front of her, hoping to hide her from view, and bowed. "I was simply stating that if I do not catch anyone slacking, you will, my lord." Fiona couldn't see him for Zarbon, but even if he wasn't stood in front of her, she didn't dare look up from the spot before her feet. She shuffled her white boots nervously, making a scuffling sound.
"What is that sound?" she froze, and gulped.
"Sound, sire?"
"All recruits fall in!" His voice was strangely familiar, rich and commanding… Fiona heard Zarbon curse under his breath, and stepped aside.
"Move into formation, brat." She raised a brow at how he addressed her, but soon got over it when he shoved her forward.
She looked up, and saw the other recruits get in line. First Vegeta, then Nasumi, then Raditz, Turles and Kakkarot. She looked over to Zarbon desperately. Where do I stand! She yelped as her shoulder was grabbed, and she was forced into line. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Vegeta nod to her. He had pulled her right next to him, at the front of the line. She stood like she was told, and waited. After a few seconds, she felt something jab her side. She looked to Vegeta with her head hung forward, and saw it was his tail that poked her. He was scowling at her, and tensed his body for her to see. Shit! They were all stood tall, heads forward, but their legs were at shoulder's length, and their arms were locked behind them, hands together in the middle of their backs. She quickly fumbled into this position, and bit her lips together, desperate to slow her breathing.
Ktech
Ktech
Ktech.
She heard his footsteps getting ever closer. Don't be afraid, don't slouch, back straight, shoulders strong and arms, don't have floppy arms. She gave them a quick tense. Don't look into his eyes, don't talk unless spoken to. She started to feel faint. Breathe! She gasped, and realised something very unnerving.
He was stood right in front of her.
It was as if her heart had stopped, as her eyes locked onto smooth purple plated chest. Her deep blue eyes quickly snapped shut and she pursed her lips together. Come on. No fear. It's a weakness.
"And I assume you are the recruit from that backwater planet Earth. Are you?" oh God. Should I answer? "Well, human?"
"Y yes." There was a pause, and her heartbeat rasped against her ribs. "Sire! Yes, sire!" Her hands were trembling behind her back. And Vegeta saw this out of the corner of his eye. He, along with every other person in the room, could hear her heart beating like it was about to erupt from her chest, and could smell her adrenaline without even moving.
She was terrified, and if he knew that from standing next in the line from her…then Frieza would know too.
"And what was that name of yours again?" he said aloof and bored. He folded his arms over his strong chest, and looked down at her through his red eyes.
"Fiona, Sire."
"And who's charge are you?" I thought he assigned me to Zarbon? Is this a test? Am I being tested!
"M Master Zarbon."
"Of?" Of? Of! Of WHAT!
"Er, er, I erm."
Vegeta flinched. She was getting it wrong! He looked to the side at Nasumi, and then smirked. Perfect.
"You mean to tell me, you are unaware of your master's full title?" Frieza looked over to Zarbon, who had a stern face, but was sweating buckets. "Well, child, for your benefit, your Master is Lord Zarbon, second in command of the Elite squad and general of my 5th army." How many armies does he have? "And why were you unaware of your master's full title, girl?" Fiona trembled. All she could think about were all those deaths, all those innocent people he had killed back on Earth. She was stood before the very person who had slaughtered two entire countries with a flick of the wrist.
"Ladies and gentlemen. This is the emergency announcement update channel with the latest news. I am Mark Mishawaka and here I am, sat in a helicopter over what used to be Japan and not even the debris of China can be seen from here. Only dust and discoloured water is what remained of the two, mighty countries that used to thrive here. Over to you Joe."
Fiona couldn't get those voices out of her head. Her hands were full on shaking behind her back now, and her shoulders were starting to tremble too. Frieza raised a brow at this, narrowing his eyes at her. Why was she acting like this? She seemed terrified of him. Just what had Zarbon told her about him? he decided he would have to have words with him later…
"Joe here, I am stood at the bloody mess in USA Ohio at what was a martial arts Saturday session and boy. The amount of blood left even after the body bag clean up is still indescribable and gut wrenching. To see it is to want to scream and even now I am close to tears."
Her lips were quivering.
Fiona had to squeeze her brilliant blue eyes shut to prevent tears of terror leaking down her cheeks.
Why was it only now, stood before him like this, under complete and terrifying scrutiny was she feeling so frantic under his gaze? She could feel his eyes boring into the top of her bowed head, wondering if this is how all those other children who had already stood in her place felt, before they were-
"This is Sue and I am in Germany Hamburg here. The amount of blood here is even more devastating than in Ohio and detectives still, can not give us a total body count. No one survived and after 2 hours of straight blood shed, no one is left. From the live cameras at the time, we had to stop showing as the graphic violence was too severe for public viewing. But from the recordings, these creatures are murdering bastards and merciless."
Merciless. Frieza had killed so many of her people with no mercy, and no guilt. But she couldn't help but wonder, how he could do that, and not feel anything. and why am I the one that 'passed' his inspection, without a scratch on me? When so many others died brutally…
"Girl? Recruit?" Frieza raised his voice slightly, making Zarbon cringe. Any second now his newest charge was going to be a pile of dust. What was wrong with her? Why is she just stood like that, like she was frozen?
I hadn't thought she would be so scared. She doesn't come across to me as someone who would openly fear anyone. Zarbon tried to meet her gaze, and failed. Obviously I was wrong. Damn it! She wasn't ready for this yet!
"This is Steve and I am stood in Italy Rome. To say how well known this part of the world is, not one of the vacationing teens on a school educational retreat are alive as just as they entered the country, the dictators from outer space, forced them to take each other's lives in the most gruelling, gut churning display of evil I have ever had to watch."
Evil…I'm working for evil now…I have never been so close to evil that I could reach out and touch it… A daunting chill shot down her spine, and she exhaled shakily between parted lips. Fiona's heart was rasping against her ribcage so violently, Frieza worried that it was going to erupt from her chest and into his hands at any moment. "Fiona…" he whispered softly, and something just snapped.
That voice…
She instantly did what she was told not to, and raised her head to look him straight in the eyes.
Everyone in the room were all predicting her imminent death. No one looked Master Frieza in the eyes! Not a recruit! Only Elite soldiers had that honour! What Fiona was doing was an outrage and punishable with death.
But here she was, Fiona, a level 6 at most and a human, looking straight into the depths of his cold, red eyes…his blood red eyes. For a moment she wondered if that is why he killed, because all he could see was blood. Her eye were wavering, a film of tears glistening and preparing to cascade down her cheeks.
No.
She begged all that was holy that the voice she just heard, was not his.
"…You intrigue me. What is your name my dear?"
"Fiona."
No, it couldn't be him. It had to be a trick of the mind. Her chronic fright was causing her mind to play tricks on her.
Frieza took a small step forward and raised a brow at her, titling his head to one side at her.
"S Sorry sir. What is your name?"
"The white Devil."
The white devil was right. Stood before her was the Tyrant Prince Frieza. From what she saw briefly before she locked onto his face, he wore a white belt like rim around his waist, orange stomach plating over an obvious six pack of muscles, deep purple chest armour, orange segmented shoulder blades to match his stomach piece and give him a much sharper look. Along with two large black spikes coming out if either side of his head. He also wore a purple helmet with thick white rims around the base. The purple of his helmet shined, catching the light slightly from the training hall lighting.
That ivory white skin she thought alike to her own, those pink face markings running down from under his eyes and to his jaw line…those purple lips she once described as exotic…
No! she whimpered.
She could even see the dark hood and cape around him now, seeing his mouth curve into that confidant smile, caress her lips in her first ever kiss…and those same lips had ordered the invasion of her planet, and sneered down at crying teens before smirking at the smell of fresh blood on his hands.
"…no…"
"No?" Frieza was completely unaware of the connections Fiona was starting to draw, and folded his arms over his front. Hadn't Zarbon informed her of the proper etiquette expected from her in his presence.
"Recruit Fiona, what do you think you are-"
"AAAAAA!" everyone's eyes snapped over to the bleeding mess that was Nesumi, on his arse a few meters back from the line with Vegeta glaring at him furiously.
"Boy! What is the meaning of this outrage!" Zarbon stormed up to him and had a ball of Ki ready in his hand. Fiona watched. Surely he wouldn't use that on his own pupil, right?
"Nesumi was pulling bored faces at me concerning Lord Frieza's inspection, like he had better things to do." He spat towards the fallen Saiyan, who was trying to stop his gums bleeding. "I felt it my duty as a loyal elite in training to provide justice to this insolent fool."
"It is not your place to do such a thing boy." Zarbon reprimanded, the ball of Ki in his hand vanishing back into his palm. "Dodorea! Your charge has no respect for his liege! What are you going to do about it?" Zarbon glared at him darkly.
"Punish the brat, of course." The pink blob stormed, with a definite wobble, up to Nesumi and dragged him over to the assault course. Where he further started to bombard his limbs with large balls of Ki so rapidly, he couldn't avoid them. he even started shouting profanities at the boy for his behaviour so vigorously, his fat cheeks slapped against his face and echoed through the training hall.
"I shall see he is sufficiently punished also, my liege." Zarbon bowed to Frieza, and Vegeta returned to formation. He then caught Fiona's eye, smirked, winked at her, and then stood to attention again with a straight face bowed forward. Fiona jerked herself forward until she mirrored him, and gulped to herself.
"I expect nothing less." Frieza brushed hi off coldly. "If such a thing were to occur again, severe punishments would be necessary." He turned and started to walk down the line. "From me." Fiona knew exactly what that meant. The same fate that had befallen many on her planet by the hands of this man…
I thought he was a man. I was so wrong. She wanted to cry. The one guy she had ever trusted and opened up to turned out to be the last guy she could ever want to. And he kissed me. And I let him. And I kissed him back. Oh my God… "As you were." When at last Frieza had left the room, Fiona whimpered out loud and fell back onto her bum. She didn't care it had hurt, but her legs wouldn't have held her any longer. WD…no…you can't be Frieza…you can't. But she wouldn't forget those lips anywhere. It was him.
"Fiona, Fiona are you alright?" she looked up into the kind eyes of Kakkarot.
I kissed the devil. I kissed…evil…
She just blinked at him, before her eyes closed and she swooned backwards. "Fiona!"
"Move, Baka!" Vegeta grabbed his shoulder and shoved him out of the way. He lifted Fiona up into his arms and turned to Zarbon. He nodded, and led the Saiyan prince to sickbay. "I can't believe she fainted." They navigated their way through the passing throng of passing officers. It wasn't hard, as Zarbon was still in his beast form and cleared the way for Vegeta. When they arrived, Dr Piccolo examined her and deduced she simply fainted, and it could have been because of her monthly friend. Vegeta snorted at this, and knew Fiona wouldn't be the kind of person to succumb to mere hormones. But apparently emotions were a threat. He didn't expect that. Not from someone as 'hardy' as Fiona seemed. Is she really just a weakly girl underneath all that aggression after all? He waited with her even after Zarbon left. No, I refuse to believe that. There has to be another reason…
Frieza…my…devil…