Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Child of Desire ❯ Arrival of the Prince ( Chapter 1 )

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Child of Desire

 

Chapter One: Arrival of the Prince

 

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Frieza Log 663-8553 - Planet Sachio

 

Population: 8900 million

GM: 1.26689 (596⅞) 10±

Mean Radius: 6.996 (98±)

Surface Gravity: 996.69x3 treons

Escape Velocity: 9.025³

Planet composite: Heavy multiple life form sustaining

Atmosphere composite: Optimum multiple life-form sustaining

Inhabitant profile: including plant and animal existence, civilization units

Society Main: Sachia Breed

Status: Development on a below average grade 5, industrial

Threat and Resistance indicator: Below Average -6

Gender profiles: 60% female, 40% male anthropomorphic

Official Categorization: Grade 25, High

 

Total Planetary Annihilation and

Purging: On cue

 

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Temy fell to the floor with a loud thud and laughed, a strong burly sound that was loaded with as much arrogance as one would deem possible. Her slender figure rocked back and forth as she enjoyed the sweet release of pent-up emotion. It had been one week since her and her team had come back from their mission over in the Omega Quadrant, were they had succeeded beyond their wildest expectations. She couldn't stop herself from basking in an achievement that would have been deemed mediocre by general standards but to her, and to her relatively unimportant team, the feat was well worth celebrating.

 

“You, Sachia…what's so funny?”

 

Temy was suddenly pulled out of her trance and she lay down on her belly. She raised her face to slowly take in the purple countenance of Kiwi who now towered above her and did nothing to hide his annoyance at her outburst. She didn't stop smiling but her eyebrow twitched. The other members of her team finally reached her, having trailed her all the way from the mess hall. They came to a halt, all 3 of them, different heights and shapes somewhat dumbfounded by the peculiar scene, the auburn haired woman pressed to the floor, at the feet of one of Frieza's main boys.

 

“Temy, what in the gods' name…” Helu, her team leader spoke, tall, thoroughly muscular and completely no-nonsense. Temy's smile threatened to falter at the sound of his ever parental tone of voice but it remained fixed, if only to spite the always irritating Kiwi. Ever since the destruction of her planet and her following integration into the Frieza army, she had been assigned under Helu. Whatever growing up she didn't do, he beat out of her and whatever fighting skills and strategies she lacked he made sure to inculcate on her.

 

Kiwi's shrill voice pierced her eardrums one more time. “I said, what is so funny!”

 

She scowled this time and moved to sit with her legs and arms crossed. “Other than your face you mean?” Her tone was drenched in unmasked insolence.

 

Helu rolled his eyes and sighed, followed by Kiwi's irritated growl. Temy could only think of waving a hand absently with an air of arrogance, the husky voice reverberating through the hall as she continued. “Well, Kiwi if you so desperately want to know, we recently returned from a very successful mission, no casualties in our team, perfect scoring and planet purging in only one month. Not bad for a regular team with no Saiyans wouldn't you say? In other words I am laughing at the fact that I am so powerful I could very well destroy all your internal organs right this moment with a blink of my eyes”.

 

Kiwi's eyes widened, mainly because her little speech lingered heavily like an actual death sentence. She wasn't more powerful than him, but the way she spoke, with total confidence and no sense of weakness made her seemed larger than she was. She was one of the few surviving warriors from the purging of her own planet, selected for the army based on her average fighting level. It disgusted him to be there right this second, minding his attention to a puny female warrior, but he remembered there was a particular reason behind his presence.

 

“You wench” He hissed, grabbing at his armored chest. “You'd better behave yourself in front of me. This is planet Frieza and you can't do as you wish in the base or I will make sure Lord Frieza kills you and that new Sachia faster than you can imagine!”

 

Temy's expression lost all its amusement and settled into a disbelieving stare. Her teammates looked at each other, utterly perplexed at what the creature had said.

 

“Another Sachia?” her words were a whisper, soft and delicate. They almost seemed to carry a silent plea.

 

“Oh I take it you don't know yet?”

 

The commands being pronounced across the speakers in the base were no longer audible to anyone. Intermittent beeps and signals, all pertaining to a busy headquarter, thriving with incoming and outgoing teams that scouted, patrolled and purged the Galaxy, slaves, new recruits, soldiers all together, all separate, all going their own ways. But it was lost. Temy stood up and looked at Kiwi straight in the eye.

 

“Another Sachia?”

 

“Why yes, of course” He just loved the attention, it was possibly the only time a clean, passable female like Temy would lend her unwavering interest to someone as unpopular as the purple amphibianoid.

 

“She was found among a group of refugees encountered on a recently purged planet. The men brought her over and you are supposed to take care of the brat. It turns out she might be useful to the empire, due to some sort of medical abilities she possesses. It seems she is of use, not for fighting but for healing. A more practical method than regeneration tanks for those who are beyond the point of no return if you know what I mean“

 

The slippery voice of Kiwi hung in the air long after he finished. Temy's team slowly brushed past them, her leader glancing back at her consternated face, fairly thankful that it would be at least 2 weeks before they had another one assigned. Temy was probably going to need a little time to adjust to her newly handed task.

 

Slowly but surely, the Sachia regained her composure. Yes it was a shock another survivor to the cruel mass murdering of her race was found, but it was probably a weakling of a creature that wouldn't last long under Frieza. She should know better than to take in the healer girl for the sake of nostalgia. The only thing that counted here was fighting power, the one her particular kind possessed which made them resilient. Her type had defended Sachia against many threats successfully over the year. That is until she turned 13 and she fought against Frieza's brutish takeover, she had struggled to defend her people, especially the weaker types within the community, such as the healers, but it had been a squandering defeat.

 

“Weak” she said under her breath. She walked around Kiwi, pouting a little, disdaining the other creature and allowing his time with her to end abruptly.

 

Kiwi, who had been enjoying the elusive female's attention couldn't help but feel a tad of embarrassment. He shook his head in disappointment. And to think he had thought he would be able to grasp her for longer than this on the juicy story of the new Sachia. Yet here she was, walking past him, snuffing as ever. He lifted his face. Suddenly there was a spark in his eyes. Ah but that wasn't all, and if that wasn't it…there was something else that couldn't fail. Another tiny piece of information he had just learned.

 

“Vegeta”

 

Temy stopped in her tracks, so suddenly Kiwi, couldn't help but chuckle. He pressed a few buttons repeatedly on his scouter. “Vegeta, and his team…I didn't expect them to arrive so soon.”

 

There was a pang, a sudden cramp in her belly, a tingle in the palms of her hands. Kiwi turned around and looked at her back. She wasn't moving and he knew why, so he relished every second he kept her hanging. He gazed over at the thick strands of hair, coarsened by a life of constant struggle. They fell unevenly over her shoulders, stiff and rebellious. Her hips proclaimed her a female but her modestly flat chest declared her a warrior. He moved over and stood next to her. His inspection delved on her pale green features, hardened by prolonged battling, lips that were chapped by some foreign sun and a slightly boyish countenance that could sometimes get her confused with a delicate male. For some reason his simmering hate for the Saiyan flared up instantaneously.

 

He laughed right in her ear, the insufferable breath grazing her skin and making her flinch. It took a lot of her to ask the question that pressed at the back of her throat.

 

“Where?”

 

Kiwi looked at her profile with piercing eyes and spoke with a mocking tone. “What a bummer. I forgot the gate number”.

 

Temy glared daggers at the creature as he slowly walked away.

 

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How long had it been? Five missions at least since she had last seen him. She couldn't quite remember how many weeks, how much time, but it was enough that she had started to wonder if in fact they'd ever coincide again. It was difficult for Temy to pay attention to anything around her, as she paced through the main hall in the sector. Her usual sternness now laid repressed under an expression of concern, or was it urgency. Her thoughts collided with one another in the midst of her mind, unable to form coherent patterns, forcing her to draw her brows together. Trying to think straight was made infinitely more difficult with the sudden wave of nausea that hit her stomach. It was hard to concentrate under such apprehension.

 

She looked around her, catching the soldiers that walked back and forth, mixed with the staff of the base, all wearing different types of uniforms, some armored, some clad in the flimsier clothing required for technicians and administrative personnel.

 

Temy stopped for a moment, kicking herself mentally for even being where she was. She snarled, clenched her firsts and turned back the way she came, however her pace was aimless undecided, hesitant.

 

“You are such an idiot” she muttered to herself. “Idiot, idiot, idiot…” When she came to a halt, she stood there, inert and stiff, grappling with the tumultuous sensations inside. As the sweat trickled down her temples, she finally decided to drop the issue. She hadn't even showered yet after her last sparring session.

 

It was inevitable to grimace as she glanced down at her boots and her armor, torn, beat and dirty, her skin felt sticky, her hair tousled. “Damn what a disgrace”. The disgruntled Sachia shook her head and started walking just as she caught the sound of a gate opening.

 

An odd sense of dread crept under her skin as she turned around to gaze at the parting doors. Temy straightened her spine, no thread of feeling in her semblance. Her old self was back, a look devoid of expression, carved out of stone as she took in the three figures that began to cross the busy floor some short distance away from where she stood.

 

Her mind was empty and so was her face, no time to think or dwell on anything else. She became totally unaware of her presence when she began to distinguish their figures. They were now on focus, the tall, bulky man, a somewhat shorter one with a long mane of wild raven hair, and then…the eyes. Those eyes, like double edged daggers, piercing and cold as smoldering ice. Young and insolent, powerful and contained, crowned by a dark auburn upsweep of thick hair. His pacing was self assured, steady and controlled; his eyes looked straight ahead in an air of unmistaken arrogance. She knew that expression, another job well done.

 

He looked different since the last time she'd laid eyes on him, eyes and all else for that matter. His body seemed fuller, although still slim. His complexion slightly darker, his face a little hardened from what seemed to have been a growth spurt. She remembered, he was now 17 and if possible, now seemed so much prouder. Was that even possible? He walked in a straight line followed by his enormous body guard and the other team member. The fact that he was shorter was almost unnoticeable, so commanding his presence was, so inflicting. Temy smirked. The soldier carries himself regally. She remembered she had instinctively known he had royal blood even before she had been told.

 

They walked by some 10 meters away from her, the space between them disrupted by others going through, but she remained still. Temy's stare didn't budge, not for one second, even though it suddenly sank on her mind he wouldn't see her. He wouldn't. Part of her secretly hoped he wouldn't. She had already regretted coming here three times over. Sometimes she sure wished she could do away with the last traces of female weakness that bounded her and not even mindless killing could wipe away.

 

She sighed internally, at peace with herself and somewhat relieved that they were almost out of sight. She could just put it aside she supposed, the whole scene, the turmoil, the need. Just a few more steps until it's all over.

 

In a wave of newly found internal ease, Temy prepared herself to leave for her quarters, and then it happened, a mere second away from turning away. He glanced at her, from the corner of his eye. Glanced and smirked and when their eyes met, her perfectly composed face betrayed nothing.

 

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“That may have been almost enough to quench our thirst for action, and we do have a lot of thirst in us, heh Radditz?” Nappa grinned at the other Saiyan who did nothing but chuckle.

 

True, it had been quite a nice little mission. The highly trained and developed army put up decent resistance but their Oozaru transformations had effectively squashed all of their efforts, literally. Yet the fierce fighting had done nothing but excite them further and make them a lot more aware of their unimaginable strength. It was as if nothing could stop them and both of them still remained enthralled by the rush of it all. The sheer power and adrenaline lingered in their veins and engorged their minds.

 

They stood at the door to Vegeta's private quarter, looking at their leader as he busily took his armor off and remained only in the blue skintight suit underneath. His tail moved lazily back and forth before he decided to throw himself on the bed, exhausted beyond belief after the intense battling recently undergone. At that moment he was glad for the room and the luxury of a straight bed. The chamber's austerity allowed for only the basics, but a soldier didn't need much. To Vegeta it permitted some much needed privacy whenever he spent time between missions in Planet Frieza.

 

He lay on his back and tried to phase out Nappa's and Radditz's excited exchange. They truly didn't know when to stop, totally embellished by the ardor of fighting that still inflamed their Saiyan blood.

 

“Vegeta, do you think Frieza will be pleased by the news of our successful conquest when we meet him tomorrow? I am sure he will. After all, no one else could have pulled that off but us Saiyans”

 

Nappa stared at him expectantly but only met a Prince who seemed more withdrawn then usual. His stare seemed fixed into nothing as he lounged on the comfort of the bed. When had he grown up? The thought popped in his head unexpectedly. He had been at his side since what seemed forever, seeing him go from being nothing but a baby, to a little boy, a perfect killing machine with no regrets and no remorse.

 

He had awed him beyond imagination and still did, but at the moment he came to the realization that most of the chore that had been imposed on him by his King was nearly over. Vegeta was now old enough that his judgment and character had gelled. Years upon years of service, of battling and murdering had already shaped him into a unique character, fearsome and resilient. He was now more than strong enough to defend himself from the sneers and the vexations that the other important soldiers in Frieza's circle imposed on him.

 

Nappa's brow furrowed. Why was the kid always in the eye of the storm?

 

“Come on Nappa” Radditz interjected. “I think he's well exhausted and so am I. We'll deal with Lord Frieza tomorrow. I sure think he will be pleased with our performance.”

 

Nappa ceased his sudden ruminations and nodded. They both turned to exit the room just as Vegeta turned his gaze around towards them.

 

“Nappa, Radditz, be ready tomorrow. Tonight should be enough to recover and appear before Frieza.” At the sound of his voice they both turned their faces and nodded in unison.

 

“Excuse us Vegeta”, Nappa muttered before they both disappeared and left him alone.

 

Vegeta turned his heavy gaze back to the ceiling, arms folded beneath his head. Stupid, He thought. They can be so immensely stupid.

 

The mission was nothing but an errand, another short-lived burst of rage where they shattered the ground full of pitiful life forms that meant nothing to him. It was nothing but a job, a means to live and survive while he harbored his true intentions, the passion that made him get up and go every time he had to fly over to another world, through harsh impossible conditions, enduring what could sometimes be extremely boring missions.

 

Beyond his duties as a soldier, his head remained consumed under the idea of becoming stronger, surpassing himself, except it was hard doing so when the world to purge didn't offer enough of a challenge, and 90% of the time that was the case. This time had been an exception but it still had proven not nearly enough to satisfy his personal thirst. …Funny how others could go on living on so very little. Or was it that nothing was ever enough for him.

 

Worlds and worlds, so many in so little time he had already lost the count. Even if they didn't do much to offer him an exciting fight, he still used them to exorcise whatever demon he was carrying around that day, frustration, pent-up anger, embarrassment, sheer rage. And yes, he also used them to feed the hungry beast that dwelled within, the ominous ape that lusted for blood. It was the Saiyan way. It was the way he liked to live.

 

Vegeta gritted his teeth. Except, once again, it wasn't nearly enough. It never was and would never be until he pushed himself to the absolute limit, until the day arrived when he'd finally manage to pull Frieza entirely from over him and take his place. His mouth literally watered the moment he pictured his hands covered in the purple blood of the emperor.

 

It was good to fantasize about his sweet vengeance, but the thoughts swirled in his head making it spin. It was enough for now. He needed release. He closed his eyes and let the drowsiness take over before insanity did. Vegeta deliberately shifted his murderous thoughts aside and remembered to leave the door unlocked before turning on his side, the sweet expectancy of later on hovering over him.

 

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This time Temy shared the room with a heavy female from the planet Riego. In reality that's all she knew about the massive being that now lay on the bed opposite from her. That and that she snored criminally loudly. Enough to make her want to kill her in her sleep and pass it off as some sort of accident. She shook the idea off of her head. It probably wouldn't be a smart move. It wasn't wise to attack someone you knew little off, even if they were on their sleep. For all she knew this monumental woman was powerful enough to fight back and perhaps kill her instead.

 

Tonight it didn't really matter. She looked like a busy bee, polishing her boots and putting on the tight suit that she used to carry under her protective armor. She really didn't want to bother with putting the armor on. The leggings and top that hugged her figure were more than enough, she figured. She didn't really care, throwing all sorts of junk under her bunk and grabbing a ration bar from under her pillow. Munching on it helped settle her stomach for it had been playing tricks on her for a while now. It had churned over and over again at the thoughts that now ran rampant and free in her mind.

 

She finished the bar with tremendous pleasure even though it didn't taste particularly great. She still chewed on it delightedly, and sucked on her fingers before reaching the door. Her heart pounded in her chest as she nibbled at her index finger. Warmth spread through the taut muscles that tightened her belly and she allowed it to do so. It extended well across her pelvis to nestle itself between her firm thighs.

 

Still wrapped up in the feeling she pressed the button that opened the door.

 

“Um, are you Temy??”

 

She choked. Temy pounded her chest with her fist and started coughing repeatedly, her face turning red.

 

The girl at the entrance dropped the bag she was carrying and hurriedly raised a palm towards her. A soft glow lightly illuminated her petite body as she eased Temy's discomfort in that single motion.

 

Temy touched her hand to her neck and turned towards the newcomer, sheer puzzlement in her eyes. The girl dropped the palm and looked at her with heavy eyes that were red rimmed possibly from exhaustion, maybe from crying.

 

“Who the hell are you?”

 

“I am sorry”

 

“Sorry…I am afraid I am on my way out and you couldn't have possibly picked a worst time so state what you want or else.”

 

The girl flushed in embarrassment. She was younger than her and slightly shorter, with the typical light teal skin that was characteristic to the breed and short brown hair that looked like it had been cut in a haste. When she got no response from her, Temy started to lose her patience.

 

“Listen, kid…”

 

“No…not sorry, not kid. I am Nara, from Sachia” Her voice seemed to inquire and not to claim. “And you must be Temy” The girl glanced towards the bulky figure snoring inside. “Yes, you're definitely her”.

 

Temy cursed in her mind. This was the healer girl. She certainly wanted nothing to do with it, and yet here it was, staring at her in the face like an unavoidable plague.

 

“Why did you seek me out?”

 

Nara's face twitched making it look even younger. “What do you mean why? Why wouldn't I. Aren't you glad to see me. I am glad to see you. Can I bunk in with you? It has been an awful day. I got showered with a strong hose that almost knocked me unconscious by males who wanted to grope me. I barely made it here. They said if I wanted to I could just come to you.”

 

The older Sachia did nothing to hide her uneasiness.

 

“Well, you're late kid, I have a roommate and I am on my way so if you'll just…”

 

“Kid? how old are you? You can't be much older than me, what…maybe a couple of years?”

 

Insufferable little piece of Sachia trash. “Old enough to tell you I can't deal with you right now.” Temy grabbed her shoulders and turned her around forcefully. “Scram before I seriously kill you.”

 

Nara's voice was naturally higher pitched than hers, and it went shriller as she wined in protest. “Hey, let me stay you brute, I had forgotten some Sachias can be rather rude specially your kind!”

 

Temy winced and covered her ears. “Ok, ok…if I let you stay will you shut the hell up!” She wanted nothing but to leave at any cost.

 

Nara turned to face Temy and smiled gratefully. “I promise.”

 

“You can have my bed tonight. Just don't make a fuss and keep your mouth shut. You haven't seen me and don't know where I went.”

 

“Where are you going?” Nara couldn't get a proper response. Temy shoved her inside before exiting and pushing the button to shut the door.