The Planet, The Son, and The King.
Hart held her little sister close to her side as the group rode silently down in the belly of the royal ship. Luckily the monsters who called themselves the sayians had also purchased Bulma and Chi-chi, so at least she had some familiar faces in the small crowd. She nodded at Bulma when she had waved at her. None of the women were speaking, and even though she didn't know any of them well she knew what they were thinking. What were they going to do to us? She sneered hating feeling useless to help these people. She looked down at Soul and sighed. She didn't deserve this, she should be going to college right now and making a career for herself. Not stuck on a spaceship in the middle of danger.
She clenched her fist and glared daggers at the guard who was watching them. These sayians put a lot more emphasis on security then the slavers had. Maybe they had problems with slaves in the past. 'Huh, its almost like people DON'T like having their home forcibly taken away from them and then be forced to serve the people who took it from them,' She thought bitterly. She looked at Soul's innocent face again, she had to get her off this planet before that look was gone. Hart squared her shoulders, determined to keep her sister safe, no matter what it took from her.
As the ship started its decent and Hart felt her arm twitch. She looked at it before realizing it was whatever that thing had put in her. Soul looked up at her.
"Don't worry, it just changed the way we feel the gravity." Hart assured her. Soul nodded and clung tighter to her sister. The guard stood up.
"Stand," He commanded, and they stood. Hart stared straight ahead, trying hard to control her emotions. She was never one to be told what to do and how to do. It made her feel weak and powerless, but with Soul's and her own life on the line, she wasn't about to make a scene.
They were lead down a short ramp and into what was most likely the bowls of the royal palace. Hart watched as they passed other sayians, most of whom ignored them, but a few nudged their buddies and whistled at them. She smiled to herself. 'Boys will be boys no matter what planet they come from.' She straightened her back and walked the way that made earth men fall to their knees. She noticed, with a sense of pride, that more and more male sayins were staring at her. Thats right, keep your eyes on me. She wanted to laugh at how she had this 'noble warrior race' staring like a bunch of two bit pervs. Soul touched her arm and Hart looked down. She finally realized that the guard had been a dressing them but she had been to distracted to listen to him.
"As the sayian race has an extremely high metabolism, you need to cook a lot to compensate for it. To insure that you aren't planing on poisoning us, you will eat the same food that we will." He turned and left leaving them in what looked to be a kitchen. Hart looked back at her sister.
"So what I miss?" She cracked her knuckles, ready to get to work. Soul put a hand on her stomach.
"You shouldn't cook. You suck..." Soul looked at her feet and Hart stared down at her, confused.
"But you love my cooking." Hart patted her head.
"I say I love it not to hurt your feelings, but if cooked for them, I'm scared they'll kill you." Soul wouldn't let her pass.
"Ok then, I guess I'll just help serve then..." She grumbled looking at the others as they started cooking. Soul smiled and went to help Bulma and Chi-chi with a rice based dish.
Hart watched from the corner where the self elected servers waited. The diversity around the room would make a conservatives head spin. Even more then the people, was the diverse food. Strange fruits and vegetables, weird creatures that were obviously meant to be meat. She noticed Soul staring at one of the dead animals and she sighed. Hart moved and placed an arm around her sisters shoulders.
"Its already dead so no point in mourning something you never knew ok?" She whispered in her ear. "Don't make yourself upset for nothing." Soul nodded and went back to work.
Once there was a mountain a food, they began to serve the sayians gathered in the royal hall. She was shocked to see just how many sayains were in this hall. Hart tensed up as she began setting the mounds of foreign food before the hungry crowd, worried about losing a finger or two. She watched with disgust and horror just how much sayains could eat. The more they ate and drank, the rowdier they got. 'Food doesn't slow them down like it does humans.' She thought as she poured another round of drinks group.
One of them stood up and raised his cup. "To the glory of the sayians!" He shouted and was met with a loud cheer. Hart frowned at them, were these sayains nothing more then a group of frat- fuck boys? How unappealing. She noted that the female of the species seemed to be a little more serious then their male counterparts. Were they also stronger then their males? She'd have to explore that later.
After what felt like hours of having to bring out more and more food for these monsters, the meal finally ended. Now came the task of clearing away all the dishes, washing them, and preparing for the next day. Once the daunting task of cleaning was done the older slaves showed the new ones where they were meant to sleep.
"If you're lucky, you get four hours in a thirty six hour day." The slave whom seemed to be in charge told the new group. Hart looked at Soul, who was used to a cushy life with lots of sleep. How would her little sister handle such restrictions?