Reap What You Sow: Chapter 1

When I woke up, I just knew something just wasn't fucking right. Just a hunch. But oh well. So I got out of bed, showered, ate, and reported for duty sharply on time.

The Prince and the Fat Bastard were both there waiting on orders. I nodded to one, ignored the other, and fell into line. Five minutes passed. Ten. Fifteen. Eventually, I spaced out. I focused on a single imperfection in the linoleum tile, and what happened for the next ten or twenty minutes, I have no recollection of. When the commotion broke out in the hall, I snapped out of my vegetative state, grateful I wasn't drooling before the assembly, and turned my attention to what all the others were seeing through the slightly opened doors. And then I heard it. A loud, high-pitched screech, followed by feminine laughter along with sounds of struggle.

“What the HELL is going on?!?! Dodoria—“

“I'm trying my Lord, if you—dammit, Zarbon, at least try to help me!”

“Oh, shut up you buffon! How hard can it be, she can't weigh more than—OW!”

“WHAT?! CAN YOU TWO SERIOUSLY NOT HANDLE THAT GIRL?! DO YOU HONESTLY MEAN TO TELL ME THAT SHE'S TOO MUCH FOR YOU?!”

I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't know who this woman was or why she was here, but the fact that Frieza's little henchman couldn't seem to restrain her was hilarious. I managed to keep my laughter to a minimal volume, but Vegeta was outrightly chortling. He stepped forward.

“Lord Frieza, if I may, I'd like to prevail where they have failed.”

And by God, he did. Not that it took much. As soon as he opened the doors all the way and strode in in that way he strides, the young woman beyond them stood stationary.The two warriors how had attempted to subdue her fell away and she stared at my prince.

I shouldn't describe her as young. I promised myself I'd be truthful when I penned this story. She looked timeless, not young. I assumed she was young, but in light of certain circumstances to pass and knowledge I have since purloined, she no longer appears young in my mind. Simply timeless.

For a few moments, no one moved. Then, suddenly, the woman smiled at Vegeta. He didn't smile, but continued to stare back. She looked like she was going to speak, and in that moment I prayed she wouldn't. I was afraid of what she would say, what her voice would sound like, and I knew something would change if she did.

“I didn't expect you to be quite so short.” She said. It was the breathy quality of her voice that did me in. My eyes stayed glued to her after that. I didn't laugh. No one laughed. Vegeta just gave one of his haughty `hmphs' and walked back into formation.

“Now that you've had your drama, can we please proceed as normal?” Frieza asked her. She rolled her eyes at him lazily and held her arms behind herself as she walked forward.

She examined ever soldier present, Frieza and the other two took their places at the head of the room. I almost forgot what was happening and laughed again when she deliberately skipped the Fat Bastard and smiled again at Vegeta. But I didn't; she had reached me.

At first, I thought her eyes were terrible. I still can't describe their true color, if it even has a name. It seems defiant of the natural spectrum. They grew on me, regardless. She. . .she didn't seem normal. She had skin like mine, and the same form, but. . .I knew she wasn't a Saiyan, or any other breed mixed with Saiyan blood. Something about her bothered me. I liked it.

Frieza began to bark orders, instructing everyone but myself to go out on respective missions. Everyone else had long left by the time either one of us spoke.

“Who are you?” I asked, trying my best not to sound disrespectful. A playful, knowing smirk crossed her lips. Vibrantly shaded, plump lips.

“I have many names.” She said. Her hair fell in her face and with as an absent gesture, she swept the forelock backward.

“Which one may I use?”

She looked thoughtful. “Just call me Baldwin.”

“Baldwin.” I repeated. It sounded so foreign and so infeminine, much to the clash of her features. “Is there anything that you need from me?”

She only continued holding my gaze. Her stance was rigid, faintly militant. I had no idea why Frieza had brought her here, who she was, or what she wanted from me. Part of me wanted to scream for answers to the questions that coursed rapidly throughout my brain, but another part was content to stand there, admiring the apparent perfection of her creation and smelling the intoxication she was letting off. If I could only just harness that scent and keep it with me, I might be content for the rest of my life.

“Yes, Baldwin is most appropriate for now. Maybe later you can use a different one. I apologize for my rudeness, it's just that you're so much fun to look at. Come one.” She said, and just like that, she turned on her heels and waltzed out of the room. I kind of stood there for a second. Fun to look at? When she reached the doors, she turned around expectantly.

“Come.” She said again lightly. As a Saiyan warrior, I probably should have felt a little more apprehensive about following her around like some sort of love sick weakling, but fuck off.