A new friend?

Soul quickly fell into the routine of this place, the mornings and afternoon were spent cooking and cleaning in the enormous kitchen. Then she would be called to the throne room to preform for the king and his son until she passed out on the floor. After she woke up she would continue to help the up keep of the enormous palace. She honestly felt guilty for sleeping more then the other slaves, but it wasn't like it was her fault. Or was it?

Soul was helping with the last meal of the day. Which was kind of a joke seeing as the kitchen would be open all night to feed any hungry sayain who wandered in here. However Soul still considered this the last meal, as it was the last time the sayains ate together before she got to go and sleep. She was helping a green skinned woman called Anju with one of her native dishes. Soul smiled at her, who knew becoming a slave would have given her a chance to make humanoid friends? Anju smiled back and continued to cut the weird leek looking thing.

"Thank you for helping me dear," Anju placed the blue leeks into a pot and watched them boil. "No will help me cook anymore." Soul tilted her head, chopping tubers.

"Why? Is it cause you are the only one who knows how to cook your food?" Soul looked at the green potato like thing she was chopping. Anju shook her head.

"Oh no no, its because of who I am." She frowned seeing the confused look on Soul's face. "I'm the kings favorite." She said with a certain pride that made Soul even more confused. Anju sighed and explained. "Since the death of her majesty after the ex prince Tarble's birth I have taken up the place in King Vegeta's heart. I am his favorite slave. I serve him and only him." Soul shrugged, and resigned not to understand. Maybe if Hart had explained it she might, but since her sister was busy she would have to ask her later. Most of her life was spent in blind confusion, it was just her natural state of mind and Soul had come to accept it.

She moved on to help Chi-chi with fried rice, watching her as she added more and more chopped meat to the giant wok. She was chopping green onions for the rice when she felt a warm hand on her shoulder. Soul turned and smiled at her sister, hiding just how tired she truly was. Hart smiled back and kissed her forehead.

"I came to tell you that the king," She hissed looking away in disgust. "The king wants you to serve him and his table today." Soul stared at her sister, confused. She wasn't a server, and what about Anju? Before she could argue it, she was pushed out the kitchen door with a pitcher of wine. She gripped the handle, and stared at the head of the room, where the king sat with the other highest ranking warriors. She walked the way around the table to where the king sat.

tHe gestured for her to fill his glass. Soul leaned over it, carefully pouring the wine to keep it from spilling. As she pulled back to stand up again, the king grabbed her arm.

"Why don't you show our elites what you can do?" He let her go and she backed up. King Vegeta stood up and addressed the crowd of sayains. "For tonight's entertainment, you will see something that not even lord Frieza can do." He nodded at Soul.

She bowed to him, immediately jumping into the air and spreading her wings, fire spewing from her tail and the tips of her wings. She looked down at the sayains, all eyes were on her. She crooned softly, before falling down and changing shapes. She stood up on her back legs growling softly, her soft brown muzzle pulled back over her bear fangs. She fell down large dragon claws clicking against the floor. She opened her wings and roared, smoke flowing from her open maw. Finally she turned and looked at the king once more, slender hooves gently clacking against the hard stone. She bowed at the crowd and was dismissed. She stood on her own human feet now, and wrapped her arms around her. She ran from the hall, hoping no one would stare at her now she was vulnerable like this. She dodged around the corner, her long blonde hair hiding her thin nude form.

"Great show," She heard the King say, "Shame she isn't more atractive." The hall burst in to raucous laughter and Soul buried her face in her hands, sobbing. She hated being put on display like that, at home she wore lots of clothes to hide her body. Here even the uniforms were sexualized. Everything was so wrong, and she couldn't even have Hart there to comfort her. She was and alone.

Soul stayed there for the rest of the meal, refusing to move, but no one bothered her anyway. Once the meal was over she felt a hand on her shoulder. Soul looked up at Hart who handed her a new uniform. She quickly dressed and started to help clean up. After a quick discussion with the others Soul said the others could go to bed early and she would stay up to see if any sayains came by. Hart protested but Soul insisted, knowing she couldn't sleep tonight. She watched the last girl go to bed and sat down on the counter.

It seemed to be a quiet night and Soul spent the time meditating. It was getting late, and she was ready to go to bed when a female sayain entered the kitchen. Soul immediately bowed her head.

"Can I help you with something ma'am?" Soul asked her, head still bowed. She nodded and leaned against the counter.

"Your that girl from earlier aren't you? The one who can shapeshift?" Soul stared at her and nodded. "Will you make me a warm drink? I don't care what." The sayain sat down and watched as Soul fixed her warm drink. It was quiet, and that put Soul on edge. Even though she preferred the silence, being with another woman who is also a sayain made it hard to concentrate. She set the steaming mug in front of her and turned to clean her mess.

"Please sit," The sayain said and took a sip of the drink. Soul turned back to her confused.

"M-ma'am?"

"Sit, I want to talk to you." She raised an eyebrow. "If it has to be, then its an order." Soul sat across from her, placing her hands in her lap. It was quiet for another few minutes as the older woman across from her. "Their just using you, and once their bored they will kill you." Soul stared at her hands, processing her warning, the woman went on. "You're weak, and once King Vegeta is bored with you-" Soul sighed.

"I know, I'm only useful for a little bit, and thats ok." She looked up at her. "I'm not scared of dying. There's no point." Soul smiled. "Sorry, its foolish of me not to be scared isn't it?" The woman stared back at her for a little then nodded.

"You're a fool, but you sound like my son." The sayain woman smiled and held her hand out to Soul to which she shook slowly. "I'm Gine."