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Two months later on Frieza’s mother ship… Zarbon and Dodoria had taken the assignment for planet Nassau, a planet containing a race of people that had been giving Frieza as much grief as the Astorians of planet Astoria normally did. The Nassai, the race of planet Nassau, were a humanoid race almost as powerful as the Saiyans and the Astorians, and Frieza had learned from his spy on Astoria, Reccor the Arlian, that Shalila Chloe was planning to convince planet Nassau to ally with planet Astoria against Frieza. Frieza hoped that the three Saiyan boys that he had sent to clear Astoria, Vegeta, Nappa, and Raditz, would be able to conquer the planet and take a little Astorian princess captive, to be inducted into his forces. The little Astorian princess was a small girl named Tayla Chloe, whom Frieza heard possessed great power and intelligence. He hoped to make the small princess work for him and possibly become one of his Elite fighters. It would be a perfect revenge against Shalila Chloe, the ruler of Astoria, the murderer of his mother, Queen Frost. Frieza fervently hoped that by the end of the year, both Astoria and Nassau would be eliminated as threats to his reign of terror and strong empire. Zarbon had asked permission from Frieza for him and Dodoria to take Chestra and Diamonique with them to Nassau. “It would be a good training exercise for them of them, sire,” Zarbon had told him. Frieza had been thoughtful. “Very well, if you insist, Zarbon. Just make sure they come back alive, hmm? The Nassai are a powerful species.” “Of course, sire. I will see personally that nothing happens to them.” Chestra was sitting at the table in the Recruits’ Lounge And Bar, dreaming of Zarbon and his handsome face. She had just barely managed to concentrate fully on her training, and Zarbon had said that she was doing well. Zarbon seemed to like her, but Chestra could not yet determine if he liked her as a woman or not. No man had ever stirred such emotions in her before, until a man had come along with lovely green skin, soft, well-cared-for hair, and a face that was handsome, even with its feminine features. For Chestra had to agree with Jaden that Zarbon was a bit dandyish and effeminate and a little too concerned with his appearance for a man. Chestra had heard some of the subordinate officers refer to Zarbon as a “pretty boy” because he was vain at times, but she thought that his nobler qualities more than made up for it. He was a sharp dresser and well groomed and clean-something that Chestra had not always found in the males that had tried to accost her in the past. She loved the scent of his musky cologne, which always signaled his presence whenever he entered a room, but she relished the smell of his natural scent even more, a special scent that she had accidentally noticed just before Zarbon had gone to take one of his tri-daily showers. She smiled sweetly; she had never felt so young and girlish like this before. Her adoptive Ghettian father, King Muro, had always told Chestra to “find heaven within any hell”, an obscure Ghettian proverb meaning to look for the silver lining in any cloud. Her smile faded, as she grew solemn, remembering the last day of her Ghettian family’s life. That old Ghettian bromide had been the last words to her from King Muro, when the old Ghettian monarch had died in his adoptive daughter’s arms… “Chestra, I am sorry that I could not protect you as I hoped I could. Never thought we could be defeated…never thought we could lose…always thought that we could win…those bastards…sorry, daughter…don’t worry about us anymore…” “But Papai! (Ghettian word for ‘father)” “Daughtay, (Ghettian word for ‘daughter’), worry about yourself now. You are a survivor, dear one, and remember that you can find heaven within any hell, the good among any evil, the perfection in any imperfection.” “I am afraid, Papai!” “I know you are, dear one, but you are strong. Don’t give up; find the heaven within your hell, and you will always be all right…” …“Oh, Papai,” Chestra whispered. “I miss you and Mamai to this day. Why did those awful invaders take you from me? You two were the only real parents that I ever had, among the few people who ever really cared about me…” A few crystalline tears escaped from her panther-like jade eyes before she could stop them. She suddenly felt very sad and lonely; it was terrible and terrifying knowing how much could change in six years. When she had been twelve, she had been preparing for her upcoming marriage to dear Haven, a funny, amusing boy who had made her laugh, was fun to be with, but had stirred no romantic or sexual passion within her. Maybe she had just been too young for that, she would never know now. “Why the tears, Chesty? It can’t be that bad, you know,” a honey-icy voice purred silkily. Chestra sighed, as the owner of that cloyingly sweet voice slid into the green-checkered and oak-like booth besides her. “Hello, Diamonique.” Diamonique was wearing the usual Recruit armor, plain, with gray shoulder, chest, thigh, and body flanks, but she was still breathtaking. Her icy-blue hair was pinned back elegantly in a style similar to a French twist, and her peaches-and-ice skin glowed luminously in the dim lights of the restaurant. Her black diamond eyes were rimmed with dark blue kohl, and her usually pale blue lips were painted a shadowy shade of silver that glimmered in the low lighting. Her high cheekbones were tinted with lavender blush, and her crystal blue teeth glittered brightly. Her Recruit armor could not hide her sultry, seductive curves, although it restrained her small, perky, perfect, pointed, conical breasts. Her diamond nails were long and sharp and filed to flawless curves. Chestra unwittingly compared herself to her colleague. Her hair was divided evenly into two halves, one ruby-red, the other emerald-green, and that soft, luxurious hair had been twisted into a plain bun. She wore no makeup, and while her figure was lovely and graceful, it was not as curvy as Diamonique’s was. Her breasts were even smaller than Diamonique’s. Diamonique was tall (something that Chestra greatly envied, although she would never admit to it under slow torture), making her figure more sleek and elegant than short little Chestra’s petite body. Diamonique smiled, a cold, condescending smile, as she looked down on Chestra from her superior height. Diamonique had no doubts as to which the prettier of them were. Chestra, however, tried to be friendly. “So, I hear that we are going on an assignment together with our trainers, Zarbon and Dodoria.” Diamonique laughed merrily, that icy, scratchy laugh that reminded one of nails raking on a chalkboard. Her horrible laugh had not deterred any man away from her, however, for Diamonique had had many lovers since she had been fourteen, and she knew how to seduce any man, young or old, of almost any compatible species. She took very few of her lovers seriously, and she loved to play the field, never staying with any one man for too long. Her main target now was Zarbon, for he was handsome, a man of great position and power. Diamonique had decided that it was time for her to take a mate, and Head Commander Zarbon would be that mate. He would be hers, for she planned on seducing him while they were clearing planet Nassau. No man yet had ever turned her down. “Yes, Chesty, darling-“ “That’s Chestra, not Chesty. I don’t like being nicknamed.” “Oh, excuse me, Chestra, I am so bad with names, my dear. Anyway, I am looking forward to clearing our first planet, especially now since Head Commander Zarbon is taking us. Zarbon and I have become close, very close, within the past few weeks. We almost kissed a few nights ago, and he seems very interested in getting to know me better, or so he has told me. The way he holds a woman, the way that he licks his lips…ah; it gives me wonderful dreams at night. I spend as much time with him as I can, and I wish that I could train under him, well, no, I don’t, for if I was training under him, then we wouldn’t be able to feed our blossoming romance. He’d be forced to keep his hands off of me then, something that he has had a very hard time doing lately. I can tell, from the slow, sexy way he looks at me that he wants me, very badly, like a man on a desert planet wants water. I intend to satisfy his thirst while we are on planet Nassau; he will surely be mine after that planet is conquered and cleared. Ah, I wish everyone was as lucky as I am with men…what about you, darling, how is your love life going? I’ve heard that Commander Balair has a personal yen for you, or he did until you beat him without touching him. However, there is still Captain Ginyu, an ugly, posing fool, but nevertheless an important man. So, indulge me, hmm?” Chestra replied curtly, “I am not interested in either Commander Balair or Captain Ginyu, and no, Diamonique, there is no one at this time.” Diamonique sighed, “Poor little Chestra, having such man problems. I wouldn’t be feeling so happy either, if Commander Balair or Captain Ginyu were pursuing me, such reprobates as they are. Too bad, you can’t be with Zarbon, but ah, there’s that little clause saying that recruits can’t be romantically or sexually involved with their trainers, oh well. I don’t have that problem at least, but I doubt that you and Zarbon would make a great couple anyway.” Chestra became hot then. Who did this ice duchess think she was? She said tightly, “And exactly why would you say that, Diamonique?” Diamonique laughed again, with that screeching, scraping laugh that made anyone’s blood run cold. Chestra shivered instinctively, as Diamonique replied in her usual sugary tone, “Zarbon is from a fine race, my dear, and esteemed race and good family. A man such as him would want a woman of breeding, of position, of class, a high class, someone from an established race and family, a strong race and family. He has had many lovers, my dear, if the stories about him are true, and he will surely want an experienced woman, one such as me. He’s not going to want some little slave virgin who doesn’t even know who or what she is descended from. You don’t even know what race you are, do you, darling? Why would someone like Zarbon want to take his chances breeding or mating with a strange virgin of undetermined race or heritage? How do you know that you wouldn’t give him weakling children, or children who would turn out to be deadly monsters? Better think of genetics, breeding, and common sense, my dear. In other words, Chestra, darling, if I were you, I wouldn’t bother. After all, it’s not like you can satisfy any urges that you have for him at the moment anyway. By the time, assuming that you pass your Final Evaluation, Zarbon will be eating out of my hand, so it will be too late then for you to pursue him. Well, it’s time for me to pack for our trip, so farewell, darling.” And with a satisfied smile, Diamonique arose, leaving a seething Chestra glaring darkly at her. She strutted out of the Recruits’ Lounge And Bar, walking slowly and seductively, so that all the men in the bar could admire her as she passed, and they did. All the men couldn’t help staring at the icy beauty, as she left. Chestra clenched her fists; that little snow queen really had grated on her nerves. She was hurt and angry, and she wished that she had said something to that cold, hard witch! She should have slapped that whore, scratched her face, telekinetically threw Diamonique across the room, anything but just sit there and take her insults. That slut! Chestra had to fight hard to keep the tears from coming; it had been a long time since she had left Egimari that she had been that humiliated! For a few minutes, self-doubt crept in, for Diamonique did have a point; she, Chestra, did not even know what race or family she was descended from, and should someone like her even try to pursue a man like Zarbon? Chestra slammed one small white fist onto the unpolished tabletop in fury! Curses, the one time in her life that she actually wanted to return a man’s affection, and some blue-and-silver-haired wench decided to tell her that she wasn’t good enough for this man! Chestra hissed between her teeth, as she dug her small, shorn nails into her soft white palms! No, she was not going to let that witch win this one! Zarbon would probably pick Diamonique in the end, but Chestra then and there decided that she would make it harder for Diamonique to get him. Chestra realized then how much she truly wanted Zarbon, and she was determined to have him, even if she couldn’t act on her affections towards him until after she passed her Final Evaluation. Never had a man stirred such caring and love, and yet passion and desire at the same time. She didn’t have Diamonique’s seductive looks or great body, but she could still show the Gemstarian woman a thing or two-and she intended to. She would find a way to make Zarbon notice her for more than just his recruit. Even though they wouldn’t be able to act on their feelings until after she passed her Final, they could still get to know each other better. She’d give Diamonique a run for her money. Chestra smiled mischievously. Zarbon, here I come, she thought happily. She left the lounge, dreaming of Zarbon’s muscular limbs, chest, chiseled features and strong body… |