I do not own Dragon Ball Z in any way. I make no profit from this story. I just wrote it for fun.

 Chapter 1: Beginnings

"Where is she?" The young saiyan female asked herself. Her little sister had wandered off again. She scanned the ground for footprints then crouched down and touched the grass. "She hasn't come this way." The girl stood up and scanned what seemed to be an endless blanket of trees. "Oh, Letta, when will you ever learn?"

The girl levitated high above the trees and scanned the valleys, mountains and fields. She didn't understand how one little girl could disappear so quickly.

"I can't find her." The female panicked. "I hope she hasn't gotten into trouble like yesterday."

She pushed her long black hair out of her face as she flew. She was so busy scanning the woods that she did not see the men approaching her.

"There she is." One bellowed to the others. Startled the girl lurched to a stop in mid-air. She regained control and tried to fly away in the opposite direction. Unfortunately, she had lost too much time and one of her pursuers immediately latched on to her. He tried to pull her down but she was too strong. She flew like lightning and tried to shake him off by diving and making sharp turns, unaware that she was dealing with one of King Vegeta's Elite soldiers and not a common saiyan savage. The other seven soldiers joined their comrade and managed, with some difficulty, to drag her to the ground.

They all piled on top of her so she wouldn't escape. They had been warned that she might struggle. To their surprise, she did not. She lay beneath them limply, eyes shut. She had surrendered.

Two of them each grabbed an arm and hauled her to her feet. She stood up proudly, giving off an air of power although she was quite small. The leader of the group stood in front of her.

"So, you are wise as well as strong." He remarked. The girl stared right in his eyes challenging him to take her on and experience just how strong she was. "Pretty too." He added and smiled. He rose up in an official looking stance. "By the orders of his majesty, King Vegeta, you are under arrest." He paused for a moment, and sized her up. He wasn't very impressed by what he saw.

"What is your name girl?"

"Recely."

The two guardsmen escorted Recely into a large, dark chamber. They released her in the middle of the room, turned and left. She watched as the heavy doors shut and then heard the two men bar it from the outside. She scanned the room nervously. There was a long table in the center with over two dozen chairs. Across the room there was a set of doors just like the ones she had been escorted through.

Recely was terrified. Every tiny noise made her jump. She didn't want to die yet. She took a deep breath. But, if I am to die, then I am to die. I will not give the king the satisfaction of knowing that I am afraid of him.

Recely rose up to her full height, which was not very much and stood her ground, arms at her sides and feet apart. She was ready for when the King would enter the room. She waited for over a half an hour. Finally, she got a little too bored and stiff and decided to take a stroll around. She was about to take a step when the doors in front of her flew open.

A tall figure marched in. His feet landed heavily on the floor with each powerful step. Recely dropped to her knee in a low bow. The king had frightened her after all. His presence was so powerful; it filled the room and weighted the air. The king walked right past Recely, ignoring her, and started to rummage through a long cupboard mounted on the wall. Recely didn't know what to do next, so she remained on the floor. She heard glass clinking and liquid pouring. Then the king stepped up beside her.

"Recely?" The king asked.

"Yes Your Majesty, how may I be of service to you?" She said just as the guards had instructed her. The words came out broken as she forced them from her mouth.

What is the matter with me? I am not a coward, but the King is going to think I am! Recely, Be strong!

She tried to will herself to stop shaking, but her body had other ideas. His presence was overbearing. She felt him towering over her, staring down. She braced herself for his inevitable blow, but it did not come.

"We will see what service you can be." The king replied coldly. Recely slowly looked up at him. He was muscular, tall and arrogant looking, every inch a King.

"You will join me." He said looking at her without expression. He was holding two full glasses and he motioned towards the table.

"Yes your majesty." She said and rose. The king handed her a drink and took his place at the head of the table. Recely sat down at the other end and stared at the drink she clutched with both hands, afraid to make eye contact with him. The king stared at her while sipping his drink. Recely dare not sip hers.

"You are 16?" He asked after what seemed like an eternity to Recely.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"And you have a power level of 11,000?" He asked.

"That is what I was told by the soldiers who brought me here, Your Majesty." She would honestly have to take their word on that fact; she had no idea what a scouter was previous to that day and she had never known her power-level. All she knew was that she was phenomenally strong. Too strong for her own good.

"Do you like to fight?"

Recely didn't know how to respond. Honestly, she did not but what should she tell the king? If she said yes, he might feel threatened, if she said no, he might think she was a coward, or worse, a liar.

"Answer me." The king ordered impatiently.

"No, Your Majesty, I do not." She replied honestly. She decided honesty was always better than lying. Curiosity got the better of her and Recely brought her eyes up from her glass to look at him. She was met with his analyzing glare, she could plainly see that he did not believe what she'd just told him.

Her hands started to noticeably shake and her drink sloshed around in her glass.

The king stared at her. "You do not like to fight and you are afraid." he observed. "Someone is lying to me." He got up and walked over to her end of the table. He loomed over her. Recely stopped shaking. She was frozen in fear now.

"Who's lying to me girl?" He demanded in a reserved tone. She turned her head away from him. He violently grabbed her by the jaw and twisted her head to look up at him. The action made her spill her drink all over herself.

"Are you lying to me?"

"N..no." She said trembling.

"Well, someone is. Those soldiers that came crawling back from your woods yesterday said that you had attacked them. They said that you were a warrior. You look like a scared little mouse to me. Most disappointing."

"I am no coward!" Recely said forcefully, pulling her head from the King's grasp.

The King smiled.

"Prove it then." He said in a perfectly casual voice, then he hauled off and hit her across the face. Her head swung to the right. The king looked impressed. Most of his subjects would've been plastered all over the opposite wall after a blow like that from him. Recely, however, remained in her seat. She turned and looked up at him.

"What have I done to deserve this punishment?" Recely asked trying to contain her fear and anger. Surly he understood that she was only protecting her territory, she hadn't defied him in any way.

"This isn't punishment, girl." He stated and took a handful of her hair and lifted her out of her seat. " You've done nothing to offend me, I assure you." He threw her across the room. She gained control of herself in midair and lowered herself safely to the ground.

The king laughed then lunged at her. She blocked his kicks and punches until he had forced her back against the far wall. The King was amazed. He didn't knock her off balance and she didn't seem to be in pain. He wanted to see more.

"Defend yourself, girl!" The king shouted at her.

Recely swung at him, obeying his order. She figured she had nothing to lose. I'm dead anyway; I might as well fight him and prove to him that I am no coward.

The King caught her fist but missed the other one. She buried it into his stomach. He groaned with pain, then head butted her. She took a defensive stance, undaunted by the blow. Her landed punch did not make her confident, she knew the king was holding back the bulk of his power.

Recely kicked him in the face as he advanced on her, causing him to stagger backwards. He mimicked her attack exactly She fell back more than he had and blood dripped from her nose. The King then flung a power ball at her, which she batted away effortlessly. The power ball plowed through the wall leaving a large, smoking hole. Immediately, She returned one of her own. The king received it on the chest, then flung ten more at her. Recely deflected three, but the other seven were too fast and hit her. She was thrown across the room and slammed against the wall. Then she landed in a heap on the floor. But she wasn't through.

She went to get up, but the king was there to force her back down. He kicked her with a force that had to be close to his full power-level, and she slammed against the wall again. Slowly she pulled herself to her feet. She was getting weary.

Enough! She thought to herself then powered up, yelled and charged. She punched him over twenty times in the face. As she pulled her arm back for a final blow, he grabbed her arm and slammed her off the floor. A few bones in her right arm cracked and she felt pain shoot through it like lightning. The pain came as a surprise; no one had ever caused her to hurt like that before. She lost precious time while recovering from the shock of it. The King straddled her prone body and pinned her by her arms before she could attempt to get back up. He knelt over her, smiling ecstatically. She brought her leg up between his legs in a desperate attempt to force him off her. The king chuckled.

"You're one powerful little woman. I was hoping you weren't lying to me!"

Recely stared at him angrily; she wasn't through fighting yet. She had more to give. She glared right at him. Blood was smeared over his face and it looked like she might have loosened a few of his teeth.

He then did something completely unexpected. He kissed her right on the lips, passionately. Recely tried to tear herself away to no avail. She kicked him between the legs as hard as she could. He burst out laughing.

"Oh, I'm pleased with you!" He stated and then put his left hand around her throat keeping her pinned to the floor. She tried to lash pout with her right arm, but that was the one that had been broken and it gave her too much pain. She missed as he moved towards her lower body.

"You're definitely the closest to my equal." He stated then put his hand on her abdomen, he clenched his fingers around the fabric of her pants.

He smiled at her. "So, you wanted to know how you can be of service to me? Well, as you know, I am the most powerful man on this planet. I can't train seriously with anyone here, no one is any match for me and to be completely honest, I've become positively bored." The King chuckled pleasantly, then looked at her with adoringly. " But you my dear, are different. Your power-level is much greater than 11,000. You are not only the strongest female on the planet; you're the second strongest Saiyan! Do you understand what that means? The only person who could possibly best you on this entire planet is I. I need you as my training partner." He pulled at the fabric some more causing Recely to tense every muscle in her body.

"Consider yourself lucky, had you been a man I would have destroyed you." He clenched his hand tighter and his expression turned to one of reserved excitement. "Every kingdom needs an heir. The Planet Vegeta does not have one. You will provide that heir. There is no female on this planet better than you." He smiled and kissed her again. Recely just closed her eyes. What he was telling her was not sinking in.

"You will be my mate, my queen." He stated this solemnly and kissed her again, for over two minutes. Recely lay beneath him limply; allowing this violation and praying it would go no further. As the King kissed her, he slowly released his grasp around her throat, then the grasp on her pants. Recely relaxed, exhausted from panic. She had been sure he was going try for his heir right there and then. For reasons unknown the King had spared her that trauma. He rose off the floor abruptly, freeing his victim completely. Recely lay there in shock.

The King made his way over to the cupboard and began pouring them more drinks. Recely sat up on the cold floor and put her hand to her head. She had a headache and it wasn't just from the beating she had just received. A million things were going through her mind. Horrible Scenarios of how terrible her life would be from then on.

The King returned to her side and tried to help her up. But Recely shunned the assistance and stood back up herself. She swayed a bit but managed to stand up proudly. The King handed her another drink. She accepted it and muttered a very ungrateful thank you. The King held out his arm to escort her to the table but only then realized that they had destroyed it. He hurriedly picked up an overturned chair and brought it to his queen. Recely immediately collapsed into it. The King turned to get himself one and when he turned back he saw Recely passed out over the armrest of her chair and her drink tipped over in her lap.