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Frieza’s office, two days later… Frieza was idly doodling on his expensive, personalized notepaper, making small childish pictures of Chestra. He had wanted the little recruit for some time now, ever since she had returned from planet Nassau with Zarbon, Dodoria, and Diamonique. The four soldiers had encountered a nasty meteor shower on the way back to Frieza’s mother ship, and they had barely survived it. A meteor had crashed into Chestra’s space pod, damaging it severely, and Zarbon had used a laser-tracking beam from his own space pod to capture Chestra’s pod and bring it safely to Frieza’s mother ship. Chestra had to be taken immediately to the Medical Wing of the ship because her ribs and a couple of internal organs of hers had been severely damaged. On the day of their return, Frieza had taken a personal trip to the regeneration tank room to have his monthly checkup with Dr. Katsen. When he had arrived, and before he had entered, he saw Dr. Katsen assisting a scantily clothed Chestra out of the healing tank that she had been recuperating in. Chestra had only been wearing a tan-colored bodysuit that had covered her, but had allowed the regeneration fluid to enter her body as well. The bodysuit had fit perfectly on her, and it displayed what curves she had nicely. Chestra had used her body ki to dry herself off quickly, and then she had started to brush her hair to make it fluffy and soft again. Frieza had stood there in the doorway, without anyone’s knowledge, as he watched the young recruit brush her hair repeatedly. For some strange reason, it had been an arousing sight to him to watch VR Chestra brush her hair, to see that plain wooden brush glide smoothly down shiny tresses of ruby and emerald that glistened in the bright lights of the regeneration tank room. Frieza had longed to touch Chestra’s hair then, to slide his long white fingers through the silken crimson and dark olive strands that framed a cute, kittenish, snowy feline face adorned with a tiny panther-like nose and large, teardrop shaped mint-green eyes. He had suddenly felt an urge to nibble on the round catlike ears on the top of her head that poked through the scarlet and green locks of hair, and he had also wanted to sink his teeth into the lovely, well-sculpted pale shoulders that he was sure were soft and smooth just by looking at them. He wanted the little slave girl that he had bought to use as a fighter right then and there. He made up his mind on the spot to have her; why hadn’t he noticed more on how beautiful and exquisite she was? She was perfect; she would make the perfect woman for him, so sweet, so spirited, so untouched by any male, and so ready for him to have. He had even forced Dr. Katsen to admit that Frieza was mating-compatible with the tiny red-and-green haired recruit. Possibly reproductively compatible, as well, a frightened Dr. Katsen had reluctantly confessed to his lord. Those facts pleased Frieza tremendously, and he had ordered Dr. Katsen to run DNA and fertility tests on Chestra to determine whether Chestra would be able to bear him children. Dr. Katsen hadn’t been happy about it (and he had secretly pitied the hapless young girl whom Frieza would force to become his concubine or mate or whatever Frieza wanted her to be), but he had done what Frieza requested (as if the good doctor really had any choice to do otherwise). Frieza was dreaming of all of things he could teach his potential conquest, when a message on his scouter echoed to him: “Lord Frieza, are you there?” “Yes, Dodoria, what is it?” “Your father, King Cold, has arrived, sire. Should I send him to your office?” Frieza sighed; it was just like his father to interrupt a pleasant dream. “Yes, Dodoria, send him immediately.” “Yes, sire. Signing off.” And Dodoria’s voice disappeared. Within ten minutes, a majestic King Cold entered his son’s office without the required (and mandatory) courtesy of knocking first. King Cold’s head and horns grazed the ceiling of Frieza’s elaborately decorated office, which was adorned with wood paneled walls, gold crown molding, a thick gold, glittering carpet, a fawn-colored leather office chair and a desk made out of “whilver”, a rare white wood, streaked with silver that came from planet Cara-Camay. Frieza plastered a smile on his face for his father. “Yes, Father, and what brings you to my humble mother ship?” Frieza asked smoothly. King Cold scoffed, “Humble? Ha, not with the gold carpet and whilver desk. By the way, I myself am having a new summer home built on planet Ice built out of whilver. But that is not the main reason that I came to your office right away; I have noticed a lovely young woman, a voluntary recruit with sumptuous red and green hair, a woman who resembled a white panther. Who is that vision of loveliness that works for you, son?” Frieza mentally counted to ten before answering, “Why do you wish to know, Father?” King Cold smiled slyly. “I am getting a bit bored with the women that I have now, except for my sweet Caldair. And Caldair, my third wife, is having her time of month, so she can’t…hmm…pleasure me as much as I would like at the moment. I need some new blood, someone fresh and new until I can mate with my lovely Caldair again.” “Father,” Frieza said scathingly, “you have over fifty concubines, not to mention three wives to please you. What do you need with a new one? Can’t you find a suitable woman among them? Even a man with your sexual appetite, Father, can find satisfaction within your own harem.” “Perhaps,” King Cold replied in agreement. “But I want that catlike recruit of yours with the red and green hair, son, so now who is she?” “The young woman with red and green hair, if you must know, happens to be named Chestra, and you can’t have her, Father. She’s already been claimed.” “By whom, may I ask, son?” Frieza smirked. “Myself. I plan to make her my new mate.” King Cold smiled. “Ah, I see, son. And what makes you think that the girl named Chestra would want you? A sweet young thing like her would want a more experienced, more…knowledgeable man to satisfy her youthful appetites.” Frieza snapped, “And what makes you think that she would want you to satisfy her when she could have someone like me? She’s mine, Father; I’ve claimed her first. You can easily find another woman to pleasure you until your precious Caldair is available again.” “If I want her, I will have her, son,” King Cold told him evenly. “You have the Ginyu Girls to pleasure you; I just want one young woman from you.” “Forget it, Father,” Frieza growled. “She’s mine.” A knock tapped on Frieza’s office door just then. “Who is it?” Frieza demanded to know. “Eclipse, sire. You wanted to see me today, remember?” Frieza smiled slowly, and then he slapped his forehead. Curses, he forgot that he had set up an appointment with Eclipse, the captain of the Ginyu Girls, the group of beautiful and talented young women that served as cheerleaders and groupies for the Ginyu Force, as well as voluntary courtesans for the Elite males. Eclipse, a lovely a young humanoid woman who was half-Calmagian and half-Gemstarian, was the Squad Leader of the Ginyu Girls. Eclipse was Diamonique's first cousin who was five-feet, six inches tall and had long, soft turquoise hair and eyes and the same peaches-and-ice skin as her cousin. She had the Calmagian pointed elfin ears and the deadly blue diamond nails of the Gemstarians, although she never had used them on anyone. She was nineteen years old, and she and Diamonique had both lost their parents a year ago to a deadly plague that had wiped out many members of the elite Diamondian tribe to whom they both belonged. In a rare moment of pity and tribal loyalty, Diamonique had managed to obtain a job for Eclipse on the Ginyu Girls, and within six months of that time, Eclipse was elected as the Ginyu Girl Squad leader. She was one of Frieza’s favorite Ginyu Girls, even though she wasn’t mating-compatible with him. Eclipse would sing to him, recite poetry to him (she was an excellent singer and lyricist), massage him, kiss him, and do various other tasks that a man liked a woman to do with him. The seductive, fun-loving Eclipse was popular with all of the Elite males, particularly with Frieza, Ginyu, and the Saiyan, Nappa. Frieza pressed a red button set into his whilver desk, and the silver door rose, allowing Eclipse to enter his office. Frieza smiled benevolently at her and said sadly, “Eclipse, I know that this is going to sound strange, but I’m afraid that I will have to cancel my appointment for today.” King Cold smiled at Eclipse, admiring her curves. He said smoothly to the Ginyu Girl squad leader, “He’s become a bit infatuated with another woman, I’m afraid, my dear, the same woman that I happen to want for myself.” Frieza glowered at his father, but King Cold ignored him. “No problem,” Eclipse said with a sweet smile, feeling no jealousy at the news of Frieza’s unnamed amour. “And who is the lucky girl, Lord Frieza?” Frieza chuckled lightly. “Perhaps, you have met her, Eclipse. Her name is Chestra.” Eclipse squeaked, “Chestra! Why, yes, I’ve met her yesterday when I went to congratulate her for passing Mid-Evaluation and giving Commander Balair what he deserved; Commander Balair is such a jerk! Anyway, she’s such a nice girl for one of your fighters, sire. She’s a pretty girl, sweet and strong! I am surprised that you are interested in her though, Lord Frieza, for it was my impression yesterday that she was interested in Head Commander Zarbon! At least that’s what Chestra was telling Commander Jaden.” Frieza and King Cold both cried out, “Zarbon?” Frieza hissed, “Why would she be interested in a pretty boy like him? The man can’t go through a day without taking three showers or seeing that his clothes are neatly pressed.” Frieza usually had no problems with his right-hand man and head commander, but the news that Chestra liked him was too much! “He is very immaculate, sire,” Eclipse said serenely, after catching her breath. “And very handsome too! And I was noticing the way that he was watching Chestra too, as a man would look at a woman that he wanted! I caught him alone a few hours ago and just went out and asked him if he was interested in Chestra, and he said that yes, he was, but he couldn’t even date her until she passed her Final Evaluation. Oh, isn’t that sad, Lord Frieza? I wish an exception could be made for the two of them; they would make such a good couple, don’t you think?” Eclipse covered her mouth in horror, as soon as that last sentence popped out of her mouth. She just now remembered that Frieza wanted Chestra for himself, and so did King Cold. “Oh, Lord Frieza and King Cold, please forgive me, I forgot that you two wanted her as well. Sweet Kami, whatever will you three men do? Unless Chestra is willing to have three beaus, only one can have her!” Frieza took a deep breath and said as calmly to Eclipse as possible, “Eclipse, leave us immediately; my father and I wish to be alone.” “We do, son?” King Cold asked, puzzled and disappointed that Frieza had to send such a lovely young woman away. “Yes, Father, we do,” Frieza said edgily. Eclipse graciously and wisely left, not saying a word, but only waving goodbye to Frieza and King Cold. When the sliding door closed down behind her, Frieza growled, “So Zarbon thinks that he can have her, eh? She’s mine; I’ve laid claim to her first! How dare he try to take what should be mine!” “Who does that pretty boy commander of yours think he is?” King Cold snapped. “We are superior to him! Now we will have to figure out what to do about the green-haired, green-skinned dandy!” “I’ll just obliterate him, simple,” Frieza said evenly. “Wait a minute, son,” King Cold said, calming down. “We can’t be absolutely sure that Zarbon is interested in Chestra; we should at least ask him before we give him what he deserves.” “Eclipse has never lied to me, Father,” Frieza said tightly. “I get much information about the other Elite males out of her; the Ginyu Girls are an excellent source of gossip and information, for all the Elite males open up to them freely. I will summon Zarbon immediately; I have the right to know what his intentions are for his recruit. He can’t touch her until after her Final Evaluation, so we do have a little time. If he does try anything on her before then, I will decimate him utterly! No one touches what is mine!” “Wait a minute, son,” King Cold said irritably. “Aren’t you forgetting that I want her as well? I can trade you one of my concubines for her, if you wish.” “I want Chestra, Father! I want her because she is untouched, a virgin, and because she’s young and beautiful and fresh. You can easily buy yourself another concubine off the intergalactic slave market; I don’t ask you for much, Father! All I want is one little recruit for my woman!” “And to rule the universe and become immortal,” King Cold quipped. “That too. But Chestra will be mine.” “We’ll see about that, son,” King Cold told him coolly. “Is that a challenge I smell, Father?” King Cold chuckled. “Possibly, son. Hmm…perhaps you and I can have a battle royale in a few days for her? No killing allowed, just winner taking all, say in three days from now?” “Fine with me, Father,” Frieza agreed smoothly. “Chestra will see which one of us is truly superior, truly worthy of her.” “So be it then. See you in three days, son,” King Cold responded, as he headed to the door and pressed the button that would open it. He left quickly, and when he was out of earshot, Frieza pressed a button on his scouter and pressed a numerical code on his scouter that would connect directly to Chestra’s scouter. He had decided that he would beat his father and Zarbon to Chestra before they even had a chance. “VR Chestra, are you there?” Frieza asked sweetly. “Y-yes, s-sire,” Chestra’s voice responded nervously. Frieza could hear the fear in her voice, and he smiled. He knew that Chestra had been uneasy around him since the day she had passed her Mid-Evaluation, but that was all right; he’d quickly ease her fears of him. A little humility and meekness was good in a future mate, anyway. “Come to my office, immediately, VR Chestra. I have a personal matter that I would like to discuss with you.” Chestra was alone in the room that she shared with Diamonique, and she trembled. There was nothing that she could do, but answer Frieza’s summons; she had no choice, for to refuse without an extremely good reason would mean risking death. She gulped, took a deep breath, as she left for Frieza’s office. She was shaky and pale by the time she was standing at Frieza’s door. She realized too late that she should have alerted Jaden or Zarbon as to where she had been going. It wouldn’t have done any good anyway, for Frieza’s mother ship was currently hovering outside of planet Vegeta, where both Jaden and Zarbon were paying a visit to King Vegeta and Queen Muriella, the parents of Prince Vegeta, the heir to the Saiyan throne. The door rose into the air, and a tense Chestra slowly entered the office of the imposing Lord Frieza. Lord Frieza was floating in his private personal pod, and he sailed towards her and stepped out of his pod. He was a good foot and a half taller than she was, but it seemed like it was ten feet taller to Chestra. Frieza smiled slowly at her, as he walked confidently towards her. Chestra pulled herself up to her full height of four feet and seven inches and said as steadily as possible, “What did you want me for, sire?” Frieza chuckled, as he gracefully reached towards the ruby side of Chestra’s luxurious long hair. He ran his fingers through it, caressing it gently; her hair was as soft and silky as he thought it would be. He leaned closer towards her, and Chestra abruptly pulled away. “Sire, what are you doing?” she asked, her voice raised an extra octave. “Haven’t you guessed, my dear?” Frieza asked in a purring tone. “I like you, VR Chestra, and I think that we should get to know each other better. I have admired you and wanted you for the past month, and while I understand that there are other men interested in pursuing you, I rank above all of them. You would have a happy life with me, my dear, I can assure you. I am a very satisfactory lover; at least that is what my previous lovers have told me. I can pleasure you like no other man could.” “Lord Frieza, this is going entirely too fast for me!” Chestra exclaimed, no longer able to keep calm. She hadn’t felt this frightened since Egron of Egimari had touched her, and she had not been able to use her telekinetic abilities to prevent him from molesting her. Chestra briefly wondered if she would be able to restrain Frieza telekinetically; she might have to try it. For now, she tried to tone down her voice and say edgily, “Sire, I am not interested in you as a lover. ‘No’ is my answer. Allow me to leave at once.” Frieza said wickedly, “I’m afraid that won’t be happening, my dear. I can be very gentle when the woman that I want is willing. And it is not like that I am the one who is training you, so there are no rules saying that we can’t be mates. I have heard rumors that you interested in Zarbon, but he is a dandy, a fop. You need a real man, my dear, a man is more powerful and experienced, a man who can give you wealth, security and power. Think of what a life as my mate would be like, Chestra, dear; it would a life of stability and happiness, especially if you gave me a strong male heir to rule in my stead after I pass on. It is time that I settle down anyway, and you will be the one that I settle down with. Now come to your future mate, my love.” He leapt at her, but Chestra moved away from him again. “Forget it!” Chestra cried, her fear hardening into fury. “I said no, Lord Frieza, and that’s what I mean! You told me long before that you wanted me as a fighter, nothing more. And I will choose my own mate, which will not be you! I have had more than enough of masters or overlords thinking that I am theirs just for the asking! Most of you don’t even ask, you just grab! You will have to forget this infatuation that you have with me, sire, and choose someone else, for I am not interested in you that way.” She turned away from him to leave, to flee, but before she could do so, Frieza zipped in front of her with the speed of lightening, and he swiftly wrapped his tail around her. Chestra tried to use her mind powers to force his ribbed tail away from her body, but it did not budge, as it tightened around her body. She then tried to levitate Frieza with her telekinetic abilities, but Frieza did not move. She was horrified to find somebody who was resistant to her telekinesis, and then she shrieked when Frieza dragged her closer to him with his tail. His long, scaly tail (Frieza was in his first form) restrained her arms, so that she could not move them. She struggled against the tail, but it was no avail; no amount of struggling or mind powers would move him. (Chestra would learn later on that Frieza was also an expert in telekinesis, and unlike her, he knew how to resist someone else using their telekinetic powers on him, so that they could not affect him.) Frieza grinned, as he dragged Chestra right to his chest. He thrust his right hand into the emerald side of her hair and pushed her head towards him, as she struggled in vain. Frieza pressed his tiny purple lips to her short, but well-shaped neck, nuzzling it and kissing it. He nibbled on her collarbone, relishing the taste of her sweet snowy flesh. He nuzzled the hollow of her throat, nipping at it and kissing it repeatedly. Chestra continued to writhe and thrash about, as she tried to escape him, but Frieza’s grip was too tight. He wrapped his left arm around her waist, and his right hand shoved her ruby and emerald blanketed head to his face. Before she could stop him, he kissed her firmly on her lips, deep and hard, slipping his lizard-like tongue inside her mouth. Chestra coughed and gasped, as she tried to yank her head away, but that only resulted in Frieza holding tighter onto her hair and head. He pressed his loins against her hips, and before she knew it, Frieza had her pinned to the wall. Chestra bit into his tongue, but it had no effect on him at all; instead he shoved her further against the wall and crushed himself against her. Chestra felt a few strange drops of salty water sliding down her pale cheeks, and she realized that she was—crying? She had not cried since the day that her Ghettian adoptive family had been brutally murdered. A few sobs escaped from her slender throat before she could prevent them, as her tears continued to cascade down her face. Frieza briefly retrieved his tongue from her mouth, just long enough to slowly lick her tears away. He chuckled softly and whispered, “Don’t cry, my dear, you should be enjoying this. You can even pretend that I’m Zarbon, if it will make you feel better, just make sure not to call me by his name.” “Let me go!” Chestra cried. “Not until I’m done claiming you, my dear,” Frieza said silkily. “You’ll enjoy what’s coming, I promise you.” Within seconds of that, he managed to telekinetically remove her armor, and before Chestra could stop him, Frieza had removed her armor and clothes from her body with his mind, leaving her only in a slip and pair of panties. Frieza was only wearing the top part of his armor to begin with, and with his mind, he swiftly tore the pants that he had been wearing off. And after that, he pressed his lips to hers once more, as he pushed her to the floor, wrapping his tail tighter around her, as he secured her to the floor with his body. He removed his left arm from her body, and instead began to caress her scantily covered body, freely running his hand over her breasts and buttocks. Chestra continued to squirm and struggle, but it was in vain; Frieza had her right where he wanted her. How could she have been so stupid, so foolish? She should have just refused to come to him; what was the worst he could have done? Kill her? That would be preferable to what Frieza was about to do to her now. She began to cry harder, for Frieza was about to take her virginity, something that Chestra had wanted to give to Zarbon instead…. |