Title: The Saiiyan Entries (Entry 1)
Author: Raine-sama
Rating: Lemon
Short Summary: A compilation of journal entries made by the main cast of "Zafira's Story" and "My Baby" have
been thrown into this book known as "The Saiiyan Entries". The first entry is about Radditz's life under Frieza's
care from his POV.
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ! I'm just writing fanfics about the cartoon I love. I believe I'm called...a fan?

Welcome to my new epic. Actually, it's more like a combination of short fics involving most of the main
characters from "Zafira's Story" and "My Baby". The idea came about when I first wrote "My Baby". I still had a
bunch of ideas I wanted to add to take place, but they weren't really important parts to the story, so I wrote them
down in little shorts. They won't be in order, but I'll put a little side note so you'll know the timeline for each one.
Alrighty, I'm done yappin', let us begin the...

Saiiyan Entries
Entry 1
Title: My Queen
Setting: Frieza's ship after Vegetasei's destruction

It had been a while before I crashlanded on one of Frieza's bases. The men nearly had heart attacks when they
saw my tail. They were babbling on, saying things like "Ah! A saiiyan!" and "I thought they were all gone!".
Nonsense like that. That is, until they dragged me to Frieza's main room. His two generals were at his sides. A tall
emerald-skinned alien with long, dark green hair. If I remember, he was the one called Zarbon. The other was this
pink, blowfish monstrosity who I figured was Dedoria. Ugh, apparently no one ever told him lipstick was for
females. Anyway, I'm straying from the subject. The men tossed me on the floor before him. I could hear laughter. I
looked around and squinted. His men were hiding in the shadows, mocking me like some weakling, which I
probably was, compared to Frieza's generals. I got up and dusted myself off.
"A saiiyan. How quaint," I heard that hideous lizard say in a feminine voice. There were times I questioned
whether he was really a she. I still do.
"Should we dispose of it? He's of no use to us, my lord," the blowfish said. "It"? That bastard! How dare he
refer to me as some kind of animal?!
"No no. Toss him to the girl. She'll be very delighted to see that another of her monkey minions had survived,"
Frieza said. What did he mean by that?
"Zarbon, be a dear and deliver my present to her," Frieza said, sounding rather bored. I guess it was
understandable. He only got excited for pain or sex, from what I've heard. Zarbon walked over to me and grabbed
me by my tail...

I screamed like a bitch.

It was embarassing. Especially with them laughing as he tossed me over his shoulder nonchalantly and
headed out of the main room. Minutes later he entered a room. I could hear three voices. Three very familiar ones.
The green-skinned freak dropped me on my ass, but when I looked up to glare at him, I could see his attention was
elsewhere. A smirk was plastered on his face.
"Frieza's brought you a present," he said with a sort of smug, almost flirty air. There was silence. Zarbon's
smirk grew wider. "I'll see you around, love," he winked and exitted silently. "Present"? "Love"? At the moment,
the only thing that came to mind was that I'd end up being some girl's plaything. I wasn't gonna have that. That is,
until I turned around and found out who I was being presented to.

"My queen!"

I yelled and bowed in the respected manner before a monarch. My queen, my beautiful queen had survived.
And from the looks of it, so had the prince and another saiiyan. I didn't get a good look at him.
"Your name and rank," she ordered calmly.
"R-Radditz, your majesty. 3rd class," I said my rank under my breath. Though a 3rd class is considered quite
powerful compared to other aliens, we're vapor to any higher rank, especially to royalty. I heard a scoff. It was
coming from the other saiiyan with her, probably a 2nd class.
"Quiet, Nappa. We need all the saiiyan blood we can get. And a 3rd class is better than nothing," my queen
spoke.

I had found out that this Nappa was actually a saiiyan elite, the prince's personal trainer. That was the day I
found out that our planet had been destroyed. By a meteor shower or something. It was a little farfetched, but I
wouldn't dare question the queen or Frieza. I had gotten adjusted to life as one of Frieza's own. Though we
saiiyans were treated a little differently. We always ate together, away from all the other freaks and weirdos in the
mess hall. Each of our personal chambers were right next to each other. And whenever we were sent on little
excursions, we went together. It was strange, of course, then I remembered that the queen was originally one of
Frieza's generals. Maybe he's more leniant on her because she's a woman. Then I realized, the ONLY female on this
ship. That could be a problem. I've overhead the conversations of the dipsticks Frieza calls his men. I've seen the
lustful looks and wanting stares they give her majesty whenever she enters a room or walks by. I'd have to keep
an eye on her, not that she needed it. She had that elite after all. But there were times I worried. Nappa was quite
powerful, but simply put, a moron. All that power in the possession of one with a brain so tiny. Well, at least he's
on my side.
Anyway, being on Frieza's ship, I had a lot of adjusting to do. I had to salute my superiors: namely Frieza,
Zarbon, Dedoria, the queen, prince, and Nappa. I could never question them. I had to obey every and all orders
they gave me. And if I were good, I could get some concubine from a neighboring planet. I guess that consolation
was better than nothing. While living on Frieza's base, I had discovered something else I'd quickly have to get
adjusted to. I can't remember what day it was when it happened, but it was a dreadful day I'd never forget...

I was walking down the halls of Frieza's ship, heading for the training area. The prince needed a punching bag
and Nappa had nominated me. Oh joy. Unfortunately, I still hadn't really learned my way around the base and I
entered a room. The wrong room. My jaw nearly hit the floor when I took in the sight before me.
"Stop it, Zarbon," my queen said under her breath. It sounded more like a gasp than a reprimand. The queen
was standing over a control panel, trying to do who know's what. That didn't bother me. Zarbon was standing
directly behind her, one arm wrapped around my queen's waist, holding her tight against him while his free hand
was stroking her tail. That pissed me off. Her eyes were barely open and she was moaning. Then the fool started
kissing her neck. That son of a bitch! How dare he defile the queen in such a way!! Without thinking, I attacked
him head-on, spearing him in the side and knocking him against the wall, catching him off guard. While he was
down, I started punching him over and over again. It didn't last a while when he grabbed me by my neck and
slammed me against the wall.
"What the HELL is your problem?! Are you looking for an early death?" he asked in a tone that was a cross
between calm and pissed as all hell.
"Put him down, Zarbon," the queen said calmly and walked up to the two of us. Zarbon's glare never left mine
and after a few seconds, he threw me to the ground and folded his arms.

"What were you thinking back there?" the queen scolded me. We were in the living room of her chambers. She
was sitting on a one-seater couch before me, legs crossed and arms folded. I was knelt before her respectfully,
staring into the ground, a bruise on my cheek and neck.
"Well?" she asked, growing impatient.
"That..FREAK, touched you my queen. No one is worthy of laying hands on her majesty but the king," I said,
wondering why she was angry. Before I knew it, I was flung against the wall. And by the force of her ki alone.
When I opened my eyes, she was still sitting in her chair.
"I don't need a 3rd class telling who may touch me and who may not. I am queen and who I choose to touch
me is my business," she said in a deathly calm tone. Though, when I looked into her eyes, I could actually see a
look of hurt. I don't get it.

"Good show back there," Nappa said. He and I were sitting in his dining room with cards and beer.
"I-I don't get it. That bastard touches her and she gets mad at me. And now you're commending me on it?" I
asked, confused.
"Oh, I guess I forgot to tell you, heh. Zarbon and the queen are an item," Nappa said, looking rather
disgusted. My eyes must've grown 5 times their normal size.
"Relax. I think he's just her boytoy or something. Y'know, with the king gone and everything," Nappa said.
"It still doesn't make sense. Why would she disgrace herself by letting some alien touch her?" I asked, finally
taking a swig of my beer.
"Eh, I guess 'cause there weren't any eligible saiiyans around. And I wouldn't dare touch the queen. It's an
offense punishable by death, after all," he said calmly before finishing yet another mug of beer. It was sickening in
my eyes, but who was I to question who the queen could be with and who she couldn't?

Life with Frieza was in a sense, torment. Picture if you will, an ugly-ass lizard that mocks your very heritage,
yet enjoys wearing women's cosmetics; but if you annoy him, he could crush you within mere seconds. That's
pretty much the situation I was in. And I adjusted. What I couldn't adjust to was that freak touching my queen.

I was sitting in the waiting room just outside of the training area, sitting alone at a table as I waited for Nappa
to call me in. The queen was there. I couldn't help but admire her. Not just because she was my queen, but
because she was so beautiful to me. Of course, there were alot of saiiyan men on Vegetasei that would've agreed
with me. Zafira leaned on her left arm, not realizing the access she was giving my eyes to her body. I would've
loved to be mated with her, but she was too far out of my reach: by class and by generation. She was old enough
to be my mother and the fact that she was queen completely ruined my chances. I ran my tongue over my teeth,
loving the way that skimpy uniform hugged her frame and the boots, for some reason, added some sex appeal to
her appearance. It was times like this, that you wished you weren't 3rd class. I could imagine myself walking up
behind her, wrapping one arm around her tiny waist and using my other hand to explore her inner thigh. Ugh, I
was fantasizing about her. Then again, who hadn't? Most of the men in the room were eyeing her at that very
moment. I didn't like those riff-raff oogling her, of course, I was pretty much riff-raff myself in her eyes.

At that moment, I realized I was falling for her.

I almost slapped myself in the face. Me? In love with the queen?!! No, love is such a strong word and such a
weak emotion. Lust. That had to be it. Maybe even obsession. Maybe it was the fact that I hadn't been around a
female in a good while. Finally, Nappa called me in. The ass-kicking I was about to receive would definitely keep
my mind off of her.

The beat-down from the prince landed me in one of the regen tanks. My time was almost up, from what the
doctors were murmuring to each other and they stepped out. I figured I'd just rest a little longer until the alarm
went off and the water drained.
Footsteps.

And whispering.
"Why are you in here again?"
"I wanted to check up on Radditz. I don't need an escort anymore, Zarbon. I'm a big girl now."
A chuckle,"Oh yes you are and in soo many ways."
That made my blood boil and I could've sworn it was showing on my face. I guess they weren't paying
attention to me because I could hear kissing and the sound of hands roaming through clothing. My queen's
clothing. Even though the thought of that freak touching her sickened me, I was still curious, and I did something
I kind of regretted later on.

I opened my eyes.

They were kissing, Zarbon holding her up against the wall. He soon left her lips to ravage her neck.
"Z-Zarbon.." she panted.
"Yes?" he asked before returning to her neck.
"Shouldn't we do this elsewhere?" she asked, but he smirked and bit her on her breast instead of responding.
He earned a little gasp from her and began to remove her fuku.
My face turned red. If Vegetaseii were still around, I probably would've gotten a serious beat-down from the
king, then again, Zarbon would've too. Seeing as how I was committing no crime, I gawked shamelessly at my
naked queen. I watched as his arm snaked its way around her tiny waist, holding her slim form to his.
He kept her lips covered with his while his free hand found its way between her legs. I thanked Kami that they
weren't paying attention to me, or rather, my err..you get the idea. And her moaning wasn't exactly helping the
situation. It was music to my ears. Before I knew it I was pleasing myself while they were going at it. It felt
disgusting, but good at the same time. Her moaning helped the situation as well, as I imagined myself in Zarbon's
place. Kuso, I was fantasizing about her again. Not that it mattered, it's what any normal man would do in this
situation. His hand left its spot from between her legs and ended up stroking her tail, earning a very sexy purr from
her majesty. Just when I thought I was easing myself I was getting hard again. Of course it didn't last when he
slowly descended to his knees and his tongue found its way into her folds. She let out a startled gasp and
grabbed onto his head, stroking it and running his hands through his hair. Her voice was beautiful, moaning and
gasping and panting. But it wasn't enough for me to find my release. Zarbon stopped before she could reach hers.
She glared daggers at him, that is, until the bastard kissed her. While he was at it, he grabbed her thighs lifted her
up, pinning them to the sides of hips and supporting her against the wall. Then he started thrusting. I found
myself adding more force to my masturbation as she started moaning louder, digging her nails into his back. It
went on like that for while until we all finally found our release. Unfortunately, my seed started spreading around
in the water. Luckily, their attention was still focused on each other. After spending what felt like an eternity of
kissing, the two got dressed and left as if nothing happened.

Later, I exitted the med room after coming up with an unconvincing explanation as to why there were 'white
things' floating in my regen tank when the medics returned. I was just thankful to get out of there.

It was days after that fateful day when I saw my queen, my ruler, naked. I had never seen such a beautiful
sight: smooth, mahogany skin, long raven hair, long silky legs, large firm breasts..I'm growing hard again. Must
clear head of perverted thoughts! Well, at least until later. Nappa, the prince and I were heading into the mess hall
for lunch. We almost always got an angry glare or two from one of the men that hated our guts, but was too
scared to say anything about it. That was actually kind of fun. Gave me something to do, punking weaker soldiers.
As I ate, I looked around the area. Not that there was much to look at. Then that's when I spotted that bastard,
Zarbon. He was eating with Dedoria. Ugh, again with the lipstick. They were talking, knowing those two assholes,
it had to be something about how they were better than everyone else. I guess I didn't realize how long I was
glaring at him because he and that pink pincushion reject looked back at me. I quickly looked back at my face. I
could already feel their annoyed glares boring into my back.

The next day we, by 'we' I mean me, the prince, and Nappa, were called into Frieza's personal room. He was
sending us on a purging mission in a couple of days. Ah, life as Frieza's personal lap dogs. There were many times
I wanted to shove my boot down that freak's throat. Of course, I'd have to get close enough to do so first. Then
something weird happened as we got up to go.

"Radditz, stay here. I want to talk to you alone."

Vegeta and Nappa looked us both suspiciously, but then left. I hear hell's really toasty this season. I walked
back up to 'Lord Frieza' and knelt before him. That's when Dedoria came walking out of the shadows and stood by
Frieza's side.
"Now what is it you said about this one?" Frieza asked. Dedoria whispered something in his ear and I heard
the lizard chuckle with malicious delight. He sent Dedoria out.
"Get up."
I complied. A window suddenly opened up in the wall and I saw something I never though I'd see again.

My queen, naked.

She was showering, probably in her personal chambers. My face turned beet red and I quickly looked away.
Knowing my luck, the prince and elite would somehow find out about this and have my head on a platter.

"Go ahead and look. She's a lovely sight, isn't she?" Frieza asked with a devilish smirk. I could tell he was
getting ecchi thoughts in that sick, horned head of his and I looked away, blushing more, if that was possible. I
only nodded and Frieza laughed. Oh Kami, she was washing her breasts now. I was getting hard again, but luckily,
it was hidden under the armor. Frieza smirked at me.
"Tell me, do you fantasize about her?" he asked. I looked at him cautiously. Probably for 5 seconds before I
finally nodded slowly. He only chuckled and sat back, eyeing the queen himself. I guess wearing make-up doesn't
mean you like men. My eyes remained glued on the queen as she carefully washed herself, ever so slowly. My
eyelids closed down to slits as my tail swayed from left to right. Frieza was probably grinning from ear to ear now.
He knew my weakness.
"I don't blame you, I wouldn't mind feeling her myself," he chuckled and then went on,"Tell me. Did you ever
want to..touch her?" I only looked at him.
"Do you look at her and ever want to fuck her?" he asked bluntly. I actually felt ashamed and dirty when he
asked me such a question, but I felt myself nodding as I continued to gawk at my queen as she gently stroked her
long, creamy legs with that white loofah, imagining my hands in its place. He chuckled and I suddenly felt
something wrap around my neck.

His tail.

He suddenly thrusted me towards the window. The queen was startled and looked in my direction. But she
only blinked, looked around her and went back to her bathing. Apparently the window was one-sided. Thank
Kami. I felt my heart stop when she looked me dead in the eyes, not realizing that she was doing so. I thought she
had seen me and that my life would end right there. Frieza was laughing again, only this time it was hysterical. He
found it funny. That son of a bitch actually found it funny! I glared, my face still scrunched up against the
window, eyeing my queen as the running water drained off all the foam from her body. I would've loved to be in
there with her, touching her, making her moan, making her shiver, making her scream for more. Of course, she's too
old for me and she's my queen. I'd have a better chance at escaping Frieza than so much as holding her in my arms.
"Of course..you have absolutely no chance of ever touching her. No chance in hell," he said with humor in his
voice. The bastard must've found this entertaining.
"It's a shame isn't it? All that beauty, but be forbidden to touch it?" he made me face him and brought me
closer to his face.
"Of course, I'm not forbidden to touch her. Hell, with a snap of my finger, she could come here and undress
before me and allow me to touch her body," he said with a sadistic grin on his face. I so badly wanted to smack the
bastard, but I knew it would only get me into some deep shit. He was right. He could do anything he wanted to her
and all I'd be able to do is watch quietly or suffer the same fate my people did. Extinction. He flung me to the
automatic doors.
"But don't worry, I wouldn't do something like that. I like Zafira far too much to ever violate her body like that.
She is a queen after all...You are dismissed," he said with a smirk. I got up and headed for the doors when he said
something that rekindled my burning hatred for him.
"Besides, why do that when Zarbon has his way with her whenever he wants?" Frieza broke out into
hysterical laughter. Even though my back was turned, I bet he knew I was furious. When the doors closed behind
me, I started punching dents into the wall before me. I kept punching into the walls, yelling and roaring in a rage
until my fists went numb and blood trailed from them. I slumped to the smooth, cold floor, my forehead pinned
against the wall. The sound in the halls was my labored breathing. It wasn't until hours after that I somehow
managed my way back into my resting chambers and into my bed, dried blood caked onto the skin of my fists.
And in a second, I was out cold.

My dreams are an only escape from this nightmare I call life. In reality, I kill and destroy not because of my
nature, but because it takes my mind off of torture I live through. In my dreams, it's different. In my dreams, Frieza
is dead. Tortured and beaten within an inch of his life by our people. And me delivering the final blow. In my
dreams, the queen is mine and I am hers. I am no longer a lowly 3rd class, but king of the planet. I am respected
and honored by all, including my queen. I am the only man allowed to lay hands on her. To hold her. To kiss her.
To make love to her and hold in a crushing embrace in our bed. Unfortunately, all good things come to an end and
I find myself back in reality where Zafira is not my mate.

Not my lover.
But the queen of Vegetaseii.
My queen.

The End