Slave Warrior Part IIIa

Zarbon was very impressed by the little Saiyan girl. She had fought with an instictive, aggressive nature he didn't expect. He had expected to teach her the basic tenets of fighting, but she seemed to take to it like a duck to water. However, he did have to teach her her place. Frieza would not allow a young upstart, especially a Saiyan, to get too headstrong and challenge his authority. He knew that she was just a little girl, but in time she could pose a threat to tyrant's absolute rule.
After he beat her until she couldn't move any more, Zarbon had to carry the Saiyan girl to a healing chamber. He felt an inner pride swell in his heart as he knew that this little girl would make a great warrior one day, and he was her master. Picking her up and tossing her over his shoulder, he laughed as she groaned and moaned. He walked with her down to the medical lab to have the medic place her in a healing chamber. "You did well today, Kelera," he whispered as he undressed her.
"Thank you," she barely managed to get out. He still was in disbelief of the fact that she had never been trained. She was such a natural in the art of fighting. He reasoned it must be in her Saiyan blood; however, the way he understood it; a Saiyan's power level is determined at birth. Kelera's mother was a slave, so she couldn't have any kind of training. But what about her father? Zarbon pressed some buttons causing Kelera's limp body to be hoisted into the air the shoulder harness and placed in the chamber. He mused at why Frieza would be so interested in a mere slave girl. What did the tyrant have in mind for her?
"Zarbon," Frieza called through his transmitter.
"Yes, Lord Frieza."
"Vegeta has entered my chambers stating that you ordered him here after training Kelera."
"Yes, I did. I will get a doctor to look about Kelera and will be there right away."
"A doctor for Kelera?" Frieza asked with anger in his voice.
"I didn't hurt her. She's just very tired from training today, my Lord."
"Yes, oh, yes. You began her training today. I will expect a complete report when you get here."
"Yes, Lord Frieza." Just then a medic walked into the bay.
"Zarbon, who is this child?" The medic asked. Zarbon explained to the medic that she was a Saiyan slave who Frieza had hand picked and brought aboard the ship. He went on to tell the medic that Frieza prized her above all others, so the medic had better make sure she got better. "I will be back to retrieve her later," he said as he opened the doors. He looked back at Kelera's lifeless body floating in the Saiyan DNA and thought of how innocent she looked through the blue liquid.
Zarbon strode down from the medical lab with thoughts of Kelera on his mind. He knew Vegeta was probably lieing through his teeth to Frieza about what happened in the training room. 'I just hope that Frieza believes me this time,' he thought as he knocked upon the throne room doors.
"Enter!" The raspy voice called.
"Lord Frieza," Zarbon said as he bowed.
"Now, tell me what this is all about, Zarbon." Zarbon explained how Vegeta and Raditz were teasing Kelera about being a slave and that he wasn't just going to stand there and let them do that. He told them both to shut up, but Vegeta was insolate and kept right on mouting off. After that, he told the Saiyan Prince to meet him in Frieza's quarters after he had completed Kelera's training. Frieza thanked him and told Vegeta that Zarbon's story was quite different from his version. Vegeta had told Frieza that Zarbon had sicced Kelera on him and Raditz, and they immediately attacked her. Zarbon in return attacked them. Zarbon had noticed that Vegeta looked like he'd been beaten within an inch of his life.
"Lord, Frieza, I nor Kelera laid one finger on either of them. I spent all afternoon training her. You can ask her when she comes out of the healing chamber," Zarbon looked at Vegeta like he could strangle him.
"There'll be no need, Zarbon. I believe you. Dodoria," Frieza spoke into his communicator.
"Yes, Frieza?"
"Come to the throne room and take Vegeta and punish him."
"But Lord Frieza!" Vegeta protested.
"Silence, or it will be twice as worse as it's going to be," Frieza growled to the Saiyan Prince. Dodoria entered the chamber, grabbed the Saiyan Prince by the tail, and left with him kicking and screaming. When Vegeta decided that resistance was futile, he declared, 'I'll get that slave girl for this-- if it's the last thing I do!'


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