A/N: Here is a few notes for the chapter. 1. There are several moons in the universe, but the Moon Kingdom is the Moon--topdog--get it? 2. Some of this chapter may seem a bit ambiguous, but that's either the style I was going for or you'll get answers later. 3. You'll notice I use a lot of fragmented sentences, that's also meant to be that way. Some sentences just do not need a subject and action to make it a proper sentence, for my purpose. Lol.

On with the fic…

Cold unblinking eyes, daggers piercing my soul…around me, crimson waves, drenching all in its path….

Silence and cries.

A heart. Burning.

"Ah, awake at last."

Shrinking back in fear, Serenity gasped. A woman of peak physical condition was the sight before her. She was, by all means, not mannish on any term, but she looked as though she could go toe to toe with one and come out completely unscathed. Her hair was a dark charcoal shade with eyes to match. The woman's dark pools held no threatening suggestion, but the Lunar being couldn't shake her trepidation.

"You have no need to be afraid of me, Princess. I am here merely to serve." Serenity made no reply, fear still evident in her eyes. Sighing, the woman stood from her kneeling position beside the bed.

"Well, I'd best be leaving. I've cleaned you up a bit, but if you wish to wash a tad more, there's a basin to your right. A new dress will be here shortly." The woman bowed and disappeared from the room.

Serenity just realized she had been lying there in only a fragment of her once ivory gown, now stained with blood and dirt; blood that she knew was not her own. The memories of that night were flowing back to her.

Enclosing his raised fist around an imaginary object; the planetoid which once hung in the sky, he felt an erratic ki headed for him in his throne room.

"Vegeta! What have you done?" The newcomer yelled.

"Do you still have feelings for those weaklings?"

"They were innocent people!"

"Innocent, huh? I suppose that same innocence put the scars on your back?"

"That doesn't matter."

"Doesn't it? I show generosity, agreeing to listen to their pathetic whimperings about alliance, and they whip my highest generalin the end." Vegetasneered. "For what you'd done, you probably deserved worse." He could see the pensive and somewhat guilty look on the general's face. "That's why I left you here." The smirk known throughout graced his lips. "After all, the first time I allowed you to visit you couldn't control yourself. Your compassion would've gotten in my way."

"What do you plan to do with the prisoners, your Majesty?" It still held some humor to him calling his friend such formal titles, but at the moment, all humor seemed drained away.

"What else?"

The general knew. They'd go to auction; sold to the highest bidder. He'd known all along, he only had hope that these captives would be different.

"And what about the royals?"

"You mean the Lunarian royals?" Vegetaglanced at the man from the corner of his eye with a tinge of sadistic humor. "They're alive, Kakarott."

A tiny sprig of hope danced in Goku's eyes. Truthfully, it was better than the answer he expected.

Vegeta smirked, glancing up at the vacant space between the stars. Goku took this time to take his leave. He knew that asking more questions would lead to more roundabout answers that would add to the mix of emotions flowing through him--he couldn't deal with it now.

She wished it was only a dream. Compared to the dreams she'd had of late, this was only terrifying on a moderate scale. Not yet had she seen the rivers of blood nor those cruel, penetrating eyes.

Voices. Coming her way.

……Voices of quite an odd pair.

One was light and seemed kind; the other, quick and sarcastic— both female.

"She's in here." Wanting this first impression to go over smoother than her last, Serenity attempted a calm look. Turning her head to meet the embodiments which accompanied the voices, see saw two red-haired women. They could have passed off as twins except for the substantial height difference. Both were seemingly young and just as toned as the first servant.

"Ain't she a brave one? Little Princess don't know what's in store for her." The taller of the two was now identified as the quick-tongued one.

"Well don't frighten her about it. We all go through it after all."

"This is a more fatal plunge, and she has absolutely no choice in the matter."

"Still, she should have new clothes before she goes through with anything."

This one's manner was very confusing. Her words were of such a bright bubbly tone yet she knew of the situation at hand. She knew that Serenity was just a prisoner—a prize to someone she'd never known.

The tall spitfire snickered. "I suppose, even though they will probably have the same fate as her current attire," laughing haughtily as she eyed what used to be the form of a gown. Serenity's eyes widened, noticing the woman staring at her. She'd rather the servant from earlier to be there instead, and wondered of sexual orientation of this one.

The shorter woman exhaled loudly, "Let's just begin"

Long corridors. The clanking of metal. A forceful tug continuously driving them onward. Dark and dank, a delightful housing for rats.

Moans that seemed aged and withered echoed only to those who'd made them and time seemed to stretch…eons…eons…

Though immense clotted dirt stained the woman's hair, she knew she was bound behind her best friend. Her once pristine garments had become ragged from the force used to drag her into compliance and the rats that now nipped at her ankles, as well. Such a fiery strong will…but what would it serve her here?

Walking, walking. It seemed prisoners were sectioned off away from the loading dock as far as possible. Thus making escape unattainable or rendering impossible the chance of anyone hearing you scream. Like anyone would care…

'It wasn't always like this'

A hand ran idly, sharpening the sword before him. Lavender locks falling idly in his face.

'He's changed'

Sparks flying with each stroke.

'Ever since… she died'

Absentmindedly, cuts mar his hand--he takes no notice.

'He's … himself again'

Crimson essence glitters on the blade.

'He wants me to be him'

He realizes it's his own, staring at his hand.

"NO!"

The sword dances elegantly on its journey through the air. Blood splatters around the blade, where it draws into the stone and drips down the wall.

Watching the handle wobble from the force, he turns his attention back to his appendage stained crimson. Forgetting the weapon wedged in the stone wall, he escapes the dark seclusion.

It's stopped now. There's silence. The shadows cast by the light of the once blazing torch have gone. It was all visible from the dark corner of her cell. Torn fabric and strands of hair remained.

The screams…her screams have stopped.

Blood. Raining. Coursing. Dripping. Crimson rage. Bodies everywhere--pale, ghostly, shocked features. An expression to linger until the river of flames would wash over their remains.

White marble soaked as an artist's canvas. A mighty palace, a great kingdom, crumbling from power and greed.

Friends. Family. Dear ones. Lost.

'Please forgive me…for everything.'

She'd managed to succumb to fatigue though she had once thought it impossible. Surprisingly enough, the cells were considerably a decent size for being what they were--for prisoners. Her arrangement had been changed due to her loss in company. Yes, the screams had stopped, but they still echoed perfectly in her ears.

The expected crash of loose rock from the ancient walls came as voices were heard and the thick prison door slammed open. All life within went still, as the tall, overly-muscular guard who'd visited for the past few days…and nights, appeared once again. His beady, scrutinizing black eyes gazed out over what he liked to call his 'prospects'.

Beginning to believe there were some boundaries on 'prisoner dibs' or he was under some jurisdiction to spare her, his gaze then rested in her direction. His now infamous grin spread across his face. Her assumptions that she had possibly been receiving some form of 'higher treatment' were wrong.

He had already advanced to her cell door. She was sure she could fight him off, but could she fight his reinforcements?

"Alright Queenie, we're going on a little trip." He yanked her upright from her curled position. Barely missing the side bars of her cell, he brought her out the large prison door.

"Here ya are, sir." The cold ground came in contact with her flesh again as he threw her to the ground.

"Thank you, Corporal. I'll take it from here." This new guard, apparently higher in status, took the queen's hand which the Corporal still hung on to.

"Yes, sir" Bowing slightly.

"Corporal." His deep voice resounded as he hoisted her over his armored shoulder.

"Yes, Captain Goten?"

'Can this be?' Her eyes of a deep lavender shade widened. 'That name!'

"You're relieved of your duties." A small ki blast left the man's hand, ending a reign of terror the now charred pile of ash had inflicted.

However, would the captain prove to be any different?

I'm still very sorry if Vegeta seems really OOC(or anyone else for that matter), but writing dialogue is proving to be harder than when I started...Also, I tried to make it easier to know when POV changes occur, the big page dividers were meant to show that. I tried to use little dividers like this: ............................... to show time has passed---BUT they turned into big dividers... .