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Jaden’s grip on Frieza in her chain link form was starting to weaken; she continued to squeeze him tighter, vainly hoping to restrain him just a little longer, but she knew that she would eventually grow tired and be forced to release him. She knew that Frieza was going to wind up reducing her to a pile of Rybanese ash after this little rebellion, but she figured she may as well have her fun while she still lived, which probably wouldn’t be for too long. Jaden wasn’t trying to overthrow Frieza (she knew that she had a better chance of convincing Balair to marry her than she did of successfully ending Frieza’s evil reign); she was just trying to keep him busy long enough for Chestra and Zarbon to flee. She wished the two lovebirds luck, and she hoped that they could enjoy what time that they had together. Frieza would eventually find them after he disposed of her carcass. She pitied them; Frieza would probably decimate Zarbon, and then he would take Chestra for himself. Or, if Frieza was in a really nasty mood, he might even rape Chestra right in front of Zarbon before killing the head commander. Jaden shivered at those thoughts, and her shivers made her chains rattle. And to make matters worse, someone knocked on the door. “Sire?” Frieza struggled against the Jaden chains, and Jaden quickly used the end of the chain form that she was in to gag Frieza, so that he could not speak. Frieza threw himself to the floor, thrashing about, hoping to hurt Jaden the chain and force her to release him. “Sire?” It was Dodoria’s voice. “Mmm-hmm!” Frieza mumbled, trying to get Jaden out of his mouth, so that he could speak. “Lord Frieza, are you in there?” Balair asked. He was with Dodoria. Frieza continued to thrash about, and then he realized that he was probably going to have to go to his second form in order to force Jaden to release him. Even the nervy Jaden wouldn’t be able to restrain him in his next form. “That’s it! Something has to be wrong with Lord Frieza. I’m blasting this door open,” Dodoria declared on the other side of the door. “No way! He’ll kill us. Remember how nasty he was the last time we blasted open his door,” Balair told him in a snicker. “He’s probably getting some; when he’s getting some lovin’, he never answers his door or his scouter. He probably has some woman wrapped around him at this moment.” If only Balair knew just how true his statement was, although he would probably retch at learning which woman “was wrapped around” Lord Frieza at this moment. Frieza hissed and growled the best that he could, with Jaden the chain in his mouth. Stupid Balair; he picked a fine time as usual to think about sex! Why did Balair always think that every heterosexual male in Frieza’s forces was always “getting some”? It didn’t matter that two-thirds of the time that statement was true when the male fighters were between assignments; Frieza was fervently wishing that Balair didn’t have sex on the brain at this moment. Don’t listen to him, Dodoria, Frieza silently thought. Open that door. “Sire? Are you okay?” Dodoria’s loud voice boomed through the door. Frieza didn’t want to have to change to his second form because it would waste a lot of energy doing so. He finally tried a last resort; he sank his hard teeth into the chain links of Jaden, and although he broke several of his teeth doing so, he also managed to free his tongue. “No, I’m not! Dodoria, Balair, get in here immediately! I need assistance!” The ever-loyal Top Elite officers blasted the door open with a ki blast, and Frieza sighed. He was glad that he didn’t have any fancy doors put in his office; some minion or other always managed to damage them eventually. The jaws of Dodoria and Balair dropped when they saw a chain wrapped around their liege. Not yet realizing the seriousness of the situation, Balair spoke up: “Sire, you haven’t gone back to performing magic tricks again, have you? Remember what almost happened the last time you performed a trick involving a chain? It took us hours to free you those three years ago, especially when you got yourself stuck to that giant magnet that you were going to use in another trick.” (Frieza, much to his and everyone else’s embarrassment to this day, had once fancied that he could become as great a magician as a warrior. His “hobby” had lasted for six months, and it had involved every disastrous trick from accidentally goring himself when he had tried to lie down on a bed of nails, to nearly killing one of the poor Ginyu Girls with his knife-throwing trick, to making someone disappear permanently when he had tried to do his disappearing/reappearing trick on a Low-Level Officer. Finally after the last awful magic show that he had forced his soldiers to watch him perform in, King Cold had forbade him from staging any more tricks, much to everyone’s everlasting thankfulness.) “Yeah,” Dodoria agreed, not realizing yet that the chain was actually Jaden. “No offense, my beloved sire, but magic is not your forte. That incident with the sawing-yourself-in-half trick proved it; King Cold was furious at all the money that he had to spend to have your tail and your genitals reattached to you after that stunt.” “Yeah,” Balair told him. “And I think our good King Cold forbade him to perform any more magic shows.” “This chain is Jaden; you geniuses!” Frieza roared, trying to prevent Jaden from gagging him again. “She turned herself into a chain; now get her off of me!” Balair rushed over to them and he wasted no time in firing a gigantic ki blast that engulfed the entire office in smoke and flames. After the automatic sprinkler system that Frieza had installed in every room on the ship put out the fires that had peeled off the wallpaper, burned away the carpet, and completely decimated the desk, Frieza’s beautifully decorated office was blackened, with the only colors other than black left in the room being the colors of the occupants. The whilver desk was a pile of white and silver ashes and splinters; the gold carpet resembled burnt yellowed grass that had not received water in weeks, and the fawn leather chair was a metal skeleton, with a few pieces of brown leather hanging here and there, and the gold crown molding now resembled clumps of gold clay sticking to the walls. Jaden was back in her natural form, scorched, but still alive, and Frieza was free. Balair’s mouth gaped in horror at how much damage he had done to Frieza’s office. After Frieza finished off Jaden, he probably would be next. Dodoria bit his tongue to keep from yelling at his best friend; he was caught between fury at Balair’s stupidity and pity for him, knowing that Frieza would probably annihilate Balair as well as Jaden. Balair stammered, “Sire, you must forgive me, please. I didn’t realize how much damage that new attack of mine would do to your office! I meant to blast Jaden—“ Before Frieza could give Jaden her just deserts, he yelled at Balair, interrupting him, “Balair, you idiot! You destroyed my entire office; do you know how expensive whilver is to replace? And my beautiful carpet from planet Edensia; you better be lucky that I didn’t have that planet cleared yet, or you would be weaving me a new carpet instead of the people there! And the crown molding from planet Eyevar; my beautiful crown molding…” Jaden was no fool; she decided to take advantage of Frieza’s complaining about his ostentatious, fancy office being destroyed to escape. She turned herself into a flea while no one was watching, and she began to leap out of the room in giant leaps and bounds, past Dodoria, who was nearest to the door, and out into the hall. Frieza was still ranting about his destroyed office at Balair when Jaden the flea had made it safely to the corridor outside of Frieza’s office. She then transformed into a housefly and flew swiftly away. “…And furthermore, you-you fool, how am I supposed to replace my beautiful office chair? It was a birthday gift from my brother, Coola! And another thing—wait a minute! Where did Jaden go?” Balair and Dodoria looked around the office frantically, but they could not find her. They turned on their scouters, but the only ki signatures that they could pick up belonged to the two of them and Frieza. “She slipped past us, sire,” Dodoria answered feebly. “Why didn’t you dolts stop her?” Frieza demanded to know. “She-she must have shape shifted into a tiny bug or into air or something, sire,” Balair stammered. “Well, both of you go after her and arrest her for treason!” Frieza ordered. “If she resists arrest, kill her!” “Gladly,” Balair said happily, joyful that he would finally be able to eliminate his Rybanese archenemy once and for all. He and Dodoria knew that Jaden would put up a fight before she would surrender to them. “Oh, and before you go, gentlemen; I want Zarbon and Chestra arrested as well. You can do anything that you like to Zarbon except for killing him. Chestra is not to be harmed; she is to be put in protective custody and brought to me immediately.” Dodoria and Balair gasped in horror at Frieza’s last orders. “Sire,” Dodoria began. “Zarbon is one of your best men, as well as your Head Commander. What has he done?” “Yeah,” Balair added. “He may be a pretty boy and a fop, but he is one of the best fighters that you have. What did he do—pee in your maple sugar oatmeal?” “He stole my woman,” Frieza told them both evenly, ignoring Balair’s crudity for now. “I have claimed Chestra for my mate, my concubine, and Zarbon thinks that he can make her his—“ Balair had the nerve to interrupt. “How dare he! Chestra is—“ he stopped himself immediately before he said the word “mine”. He had wanted the little girl for himself still, but even she was not worth challenging Frieza over. He could easily find himself another playmate, if he had to. He couldn’t afford to make the same mistake as Zarbon had just did; pretty young females were a dime a dozen to Balair. He sighed, disappointed that Chestra would be Frieza’s woman instead of his; he knew he should have tried harder. “Sire,” he finally asserted firmly as possible. “I will gladly get Chestra back for you.” “Same here,” Dodoria added, with a trace of disappointment. He wasn’t saddened that Frieza had chosen Chestra because Dodoria wanted Chestra for himself; he was disappointed because he, Dodoria, secretly wanted Frieza for himself. Why couldn’t his sire desire him the same way that he did Chestra? “Good, great,” Frieza told them. “Now go find them!” “Yes, Lord Frieza, sir!” Planet Sime, in a cave… “Love wandered inside Stronger than you Stronger than I.” Zarbon and Chestra were huddling together in a cave, with Chestra sobbing on Zarbon’s shoulder, as she sat on his lap, clothed only in her silk green lacy underwear. She had long overcome her embarrassment at Zarbon seeing her barely clothed, even though she was topless. Now that the shock of what happened to her had worn off, Chestra was upset. “He made feel so dirty, Zarbon! I feel so ashamed and so stupid for going to his office! What in sweet Kami, was I thinking? I should have refused to go, but I know that it’s against the rules to refuse a summons! How could I have been so foolish?” she cried, as the tears raced down her pale cheeks. Zarbon stroked her hair, amazed at seeing her cry for the first time. Her fear and shame of herself made Zarbon angrier with Frieza than before. It didn’t matter that Frieza practically ruled the entire galaxy; even he had no business forcing himself on a woman, or even trying to. “Chestra, shush, you’re safe now, and it’s not your fault. You were only obeying orders, and Frieza was in the wrong, not you. He is the one who is dirty, not you; he’s the one who should be cringing and crying. If I could destroy him, I would, believe me.” “What is it about me that makes men want to rape me, Zarbon? I’ve had to endure men like him off and on since I was twelve years old! Is it something that I am doing, signals that I am giving off, what? I wish I knew, so that men would leave me alone!” Zarbon gasped out. “Chestra, you don’t want me to leave you alone too, do you?” His voice was filled with worry, for he was afraid that Chestra would not want him to bother her either. Chestra looked up through her teary eyes and noticed the fear and worry in Zarbon’s eyes. She saw that he needed reassurance now, as much as she did. “No,” she whispered against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, and Zarbon was visibly relieved. “Not you, Zarbon; you are the first and only man that I ever truly wanted. Forgive me for speaking so boldly, but it’s true. I know that I’ve only known you for a short time, Zarbon, but I-I already love you. You are the first man in my life who’s affection that I ever wanted to return. No man has ever made me feel like you do. I know that I am a child, compared to you, and I have little experience with men, even though I have been engaged twice, but my love is real. Do you believe that it is possible for a girl my age to love?” “And now that it has begun We cannot turn back We can only turn into one” “Do you believe that it is possible for an old man for me to love?” “I don’t consider you old.” “I am a good forty or more so years older than you are.” “Age doesn’t matter; I love you, no matter what. Do you mind my saying it?” “Do you mind my saying it back?” “No, not at all.” Zarbon whispered the longed-for three little words in Chestra’s cat ear, and Chestra blushed. Before she knew it, Zarbon’s mouth brushed against hers in a gentle kiss. A trainer kissing and necking with a recruit was strictly forbidden by Frieza, but Zarbon and Chestra no longer cared about the rules, not after what their liege had done. “I won't ever be too far away to feel you And I won't hesitate at all Whenever you call.” Chestra gently returned his loving kiss, as she slid her slender, snowy arms around his neck and pulled herself against him. Zarbon pulled her tighter against his chest, his mouth pressing against hers in such a gentle, loving way. Chestra snuggled into his chest, as she nuzzled his throat, while Zarbon thrust his hand into her ruby side of her hair. She purred contentedly, as he slowly slipped his tongue inside of her tiny mouth, his tongue dancing with hers in a slow embrace. After a moment, Zarbon gently slid his tongue out of her mouth and whispered softly, “I love you, and you know that I would never hurt you, right?” Chestra nodded eagerly, smiling and blushing. “I trust you.” “And I'll always remember The part of you so tender I'll be the one to catch your fall Whenever you call.” Zarbon nibbled on her neck, while Chestra purred happily, as she stroked his emerald tresses with her soft, white hand. He trailed kisses along her neck and jaw, right up to her mouth again, where his lips joined with hers once more. Chestra pressed herself against him, holding him to her, as they continued to kiss, their lips rubbing together in rhythm. Zarbon slowly began to lie down, pulling her down with him. Chestra had no objections in lying down with him; she cuddled close to him, as she idly played with a lock of his green hair, while they continued to kiss. Finally, she unhurriedly slid her tongue into his mouth, as she gently nibbled on his lower lip. Finally, she moved her lips from his lips, kissing along his jawbone, and then up to his ear, where she began to nibble on it and kiss it. Zarbon nuzzled her throat in pure contentment, his nose tickling the hollow of her throat, as he began to kiss it, breathing in her natural scent, which he found very alluring. His right hand stroked the silkiness of her inner arm, his fingers lightly prancing along the satiny skin that shimmered in the moonlight of the largest of planet Sime’s ten moons, her flesh casting an iridescent glow. He raised his head, sweat pearling on his brow, as his gold eyes gazed intensively into her jade ones. “Chestra…” he moaned softly. “And I'm truly inspired Finding my soul There in your eyes.” Chestra whispered wistfully, with her arms wrapped around his neck, “Zarbon, don’t you think that your armor is getting in the way?” Zarbon chuckled softly. “I was hoping that you would do the honors, my dear.” Chestra smiled wickedly, her childlike sexual innocence fading for just a moment. “I’d be glad to.” But before she could unbuckle his armor, Zarbon put a restraining hand on her arm. “Chestra, there’s something that I have to confess to you…” “That you have been with other women before you met me?” Chestra guessed quickly. “I’ve heard some of the stories from Eclipse and the other Ginyu Girls, but as long as you’re not seeing them anymore, I am not worried about that.” “Not that,” Zarbon told her. He had not been with another woman since the day that Frieza had given Chestra to him to train to become one of Frieza’s fighters, much to the disappointment of the Ginyu Girls, who had all professed as to what an excellent lover Zarbon had been. “Chestra, could you ever give yourself to a man who can transform into a huge ugly monster when he is cornered?” “You mean a monster that resembles a giant green Oozaru?” Chestra asked lightly. Zarbon’s eyes bulged. “How did you know?” Chestra said casually, “I heard that story of Balair attempting to make a pass at you when he was drunk.” Zarbon blushed slightly at that embarrassing incident; he had nearly destroyed Balair that day, and Balair had been forbidden to drink for a long time afterwards. “The Ginyu Force members didn’t hesitate to tell me that tale, but I didn’t truly believe it until one night, I happened to pass the training room where you and Dodoria were having an impromptu sparring match. Dodoria must have said something to anger you because you suddenly transformed into that creature that you were talking about. Needless to say, I was stunned, but it didn’t change how I felt about you.” “You-you saw me turn into that horrid monster? I hate doing that; I only do that when there’s no other way out.” Chestra kissed his nose gently. “It doesn’t matter to me, Zarbon; I knew all along that you could transform.” “And you are not repulsed by it?” “No.” “Thank the Kais for that!” “I can thank the Kais for quite a few things right now, being in your arms among them.” “And you Have opened my heart And lifted me inside By showing me yourself Undisguised.” “Now may I remove your armor, Commander?” “Yes, VR, you may.” “I won't ever be too far away to feel you And I won't hesitate at all Whenever you call.” “And I'll always remember The part of you so tender I'll be the one to catch you fall Whenever you call.” “Zarbon,” she whispered, just a bit nervously. “You know that I have never done this before, right?” Zarbon chuckled softly, as he took off his underwear. “You already said that you were a virgin, remember?” “I’m glad that my first time will be with you.” “So am I, love, so am I. I am going to be your first, and I will be your last,” Zarbon told her sternly, but with a sparkle in his golden eye. Chestra smiled happily, as she kissed him again, pressing against him once more. Zarbon kissed her firmly, his mouth fusing with hers in an act of pure love. She wrapped her legs tighter around him, as Zarbon stroked the smooth skin on her lower back. One hand was now entwined in her hair, and the other arm was holding her to him, as her arms were wrapped around his torso. “There will be some pain, but I will try to make this as gentle as possible,” he whispered to her. “I trust you,” Chestra gasped breathlessly, intoxicated with his kisses and caresses. “And I will breathe for you each day Comfort you through all the pain Gently kiss your fears away.” “You can turn to me and cry Always understand that I Give you all I am inside.” Some time later… Cradling his newfound love in his strong arms, Zarbon rested besides her, happily exhausted. She had not only brought him pleasure, but peace and contentment as well. He wanted to care for her and protect her forever; it had been many years since a woman had made him feel like that. Chestra wrapped her arms around his neck and sobbed into his neck with complete joy and pleasure. She loved him so much; he had made her feel so warm and safe, the safest that she had ever felt in her entire life. She felt so protected and loved with him. “I won't ever be too far away to feel you And I won't hesitate at all Whenever you call.” “You were something,” Zarbon murmured in her ear gruffly, as he slowly withdrew from her. Chestra sighed blissfully. “Really?” she whispered, just a bit hesitantly. “I was okay for someone who was doing this for the first time.” “You were more than okay,” he told her, a bit breathlessly. “I can’t begin to describe, love, but you pleased me more than you ever know!” Chestra buried her face in his chest, kissing his pecs. “I love you, you know, I always will love you.” Zarbon tilted her head up towards his, and he kissed her passionately. “I love you too, love, and I will always be there for you, no matter what.” “I will be always be there for you too.” They kissed fervently for one last time before they fell asleep, wrapped tightly in each other’s arms. “And I'll always remember The part of you so tender I'll be the one to catch you fall Whenever you call Whenever you call.” |