Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Of Master and Slave ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter One

 

I, Lord Kalien Vegeta, ruler of the Southern Lands, should be above such things. I am the man who has brought entire planets crashing down, and the very same who has humbled kings and emperors everywhere. I should be stronger than this. I fear no man or any god in this world and the next, yet every night I have been haunted by dreams of her…

 

Master has been somewhat troubled lately. I don't know why either. Whenever I'm near him, he always gets so angry. I try to do things so that I do not offend him. I am even being quiet in the house and not looking at him when he speaks to me, but still he flies into a rage. All I can do is keep my eyes down and nod. Master was always kind to me before and is the best master I have ever had. But now I think he hates me. I don't want to leave him, but I'm so afraid he will send me away.

 

I remember the day I got her. I had recently returned from another successful mission when Uncle had called for me to come to the palace. Even as his nephew, getting called upon to see the King was an important event. I knew that Uncle had some kind of present to give me, just as he always did after I came home from victory. Before this when I came to age, Uncle had given me full reign of the southern lands of Vegeta, and when I conquered my first planet, I received a small fortune which I had spent on a lavish party at my estate filled with exotic foods, women, and all the drink my guests could take. Hell, I'm still trying to clean up my manor still to this day!

 

When I arrived at the palace, without question a male servant lead me to the King, who was in the drawing room looking over the newly updated map.

 

“Your Majesty,” the servant bowed. “Lord Kalien Vegeta of the Southern Lands is here at your request.”

 

I smirked. Two years since I was bestowed the title and I still liked the sound of it out loud.

 

Uncle looked up from his map. “Leave us,” he commanded, and watched the servant meekly exit the room.

 

“Ah, Kalien,” he said beaming. The King was and still is an austere man but any act of brutal aggression seems to put him a smiling mood. “Just the person I wanted to see!”

 

I bowed respectfully. “It's good to see you, too, Uncle.”

 

“I heard you gave those Xinians hell, my nephew. Sacking the whole planet by yourself in three days!”

 

“Well, I had help from Vacado,” I said with false modesty. “But I still think we did well considering.”

 

“Of course you did, I trained you myself. I've taught you everything I know about combat and warfare. Now, about why you're here—“

 

“Yes, I've been wondering myself, Uncle.”

 

I knew it had to the western lands this time…

 

“—It's about time you had one of these—“

 

My own galaxy…

 

“—I mean, your manor is still in ruins as it is, and it could use a `woman's touch' really.”

 

A woman's touch? What the…

 

“So I'm giving you one of my female slaves.”

 

I looked at him incredulously. “A slave? But Uncle—“

 

…At least be a beautiful woman with huge breasts and an ass like the sun….

 

“My son's little nanny,” he said. “Vegeta is getting far too old to have a nanny and I have no other children that I know of…”The King then smiled. “'That I know of'. Wouldn't it funny to learn that I had another son that I didn't know about? Would be much like one of those soap things our communication towers get from time to time...” He then chuckled at his statement. I did not.

 

“But in any case, I have no use for her.”

 

“But—“

 

“She is your gift, so the matter is settled!”

 

Before I could further protest, Uncle called for the servant to return with the girl and did so with a being that at first glance looked as if it were frail and slowly dying. The girl, who could be no more than thirteen, had long, greasy black hair that covered her eyes and a slight, small frame. If there had been a sudden draft, she could have been swept away much like a leaf. Her skin was somewhat pale either due to poor nutrition or lack of sunlight and her hands were dirty. She wore a simple grey cloth dress that she was beginning to grow out of with her height.

 

This shivering, sickly looking creature was to be my new gift and live with me in my manor. This girl would clean my house, cook my meals, and obey me. I did not think much of her and thought even less at the thought of giving her commands. She seemed like glass and one harsh comment would probably cause her to shatter in pieces. At that time, if someone were to tell me that she would someday fill my thoughts with lust, I would have said simply “Get the fuck out of here”.

 

At once, she fell onto the cold, marble floor into a full groveling bow.

 

“What is your name?” I asked the poor creature.

 

The girl raised her head but didn't meet my gaze. Her face was full of dirt and soot but I saw that she had possessed a pair of the most engaging green eyes I had ever seen. It was much like looking into a dark cavern and finding a pair shining emeralds.

 

In a small squeak, she replied, “Ravara.”