Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ YaY! ❯ One ( Chapter 1 )

YaY!

"YaY!" Reme threw up her arms in a brief girlish celebration and let them fall back down, crashing back into the keyboard, the noise of typing resuming without missing a beat. A grinning idiot's look on her face she laid her head against the chair's hard scrap-wood back and blinked slowly, her fingers never slowing from their break-neck pace. Frieza looked over to her, extremely annoyed.

"I suppose you think you'd like the royal treatment?" The girl yawned and tipped her chair back, completely forgetting to notice his cold, rasping voice. Kakkarot looked to her with much more lust then when his lord ordered him on Vegeta.

"What was that my slave?" The frail girl didn't care, barely hearing him, code floating around in her head filling her grey nomatter mind completely. Frieza stalked over and whacked her hard across the head. She yelped in utter surprise and fell forward with the chair, the keyboard falling off her lap to dangle by the abused cord.

"Whaaat?!" She turned half around, whining piteously, her clear, but worn and exhausted face scrunched into a distinctly annoying expression. He slapped her harsh across the face a stinging wet following his palm closely,

"Stop that racket. You've hardly fulfilled your duties around here. Kakkarot may have to instruct you." She looked at him, hardly remembering the slap, her language returning sluggishly from code.

"Eehhhh, huh? Erh, oh! Erm, yeah. Whatnot? I certainly think not! You cannot make me!" Her voice fell as she blinked, resisting the urge to stretch and fall asleep. Frieza kept a flaming boil of a growl in the bottom of his throat,

"You are mine!" He grabbed her wrinkled and stained shirt collar, lifting her from the makeshift chair, a pitiful whimper slipping out of Goku as he crouched behind Frieza. Her face remained motionless, she really did not have time for this.

"You do what I say when I say it!" He stared at her, eyes twitching and porcelain doll lip curling into a promising, threatening snarl. She stared. Goku blinked, still on his knees large frame shuddering out of wracked terror. Vegeta strained, curious, against the chains holding him fast to the worn-through cot. She opened her mouth, inhaled and coughed, barely moving.

Shoving her against the scraped-together desk his growl erupted into a roar and he slammed his fists into the wall.

"I am your master! Didn't that damned expensive conditioner teach you anything!!?" He looked back to her, she was already turned right back around, coding her mysterious project further, she spend hours, days, weeks continuous on that thing. His eyes flared and she didn't notice, biting her lip and peering at the screen of her computer, mumbling to herself in her own shorthand language. He roared again and picked her up by the shoulders, thick fingers threatening to snap her fine bones, her eyes widening suddenly with a definite shock and she launched from his grip and flew into the wall above Vegeta. She hit, bounced and landed on him, a wheezing cough from him and a cute little fluttering-finger wave of `hi!' from her. She slipped off the Prince, fingers trailing a promise of freedom against the edge of his ki-restrainer. Reme was more than she seemed her red hair mussed more than usual and small frame strung dangerously taught.

"What is with you! I have never bothered you, why should you even blink twice at me?" Goku trembled and slipped beside Frieza, caressing his cheek, skin cold as granite to his pet's longing touch.

"I have kept you alive for one reason! To please me in any way I see fit! You too are my pet, though you're not as desirable as," He reached out a hand and caught Kakkarot in a tight but possessive embrace, Goku seemed all to pleased, a shuddering smile and whimpering groan radiating from him. Behind herself Reme could feel Vegeta's disgust, plain as the code from her precious program. Would he hurry up and finish? My project is almost complete. Just a few last touches.

"…this one, or as full of twisted satisfaction as the Prince." Frieza cast away Goku roughly and pointed to the cringing, broken form on the pathetic bed.

"But as my slave," he drew the word out slow and cursed it with a dripping malice. "'You are to do as I will have of you!" He barely finished as he rushed at her and pulled her collar down. Jerking her shoulders and forcing a stumble from her bare feet and towered above her. Reme didn't dare give him the satisfaction of a gasp or trembling breath.

"Not build pathetic imitations of computers for you to play your worthless word-games." Inside her head she rolled her eyes and swore a blush onto the face of the darkest shadows of her own mind. On the outside she cocked her head smirked faintly, snapped out a hand, and grabbed him tightly. Not caring what she got, as long as it from that place where his legs came together. She snarled for her own,

"Let me remind you why you don't make me do those things." She squeezed and pulled just hard enough for the expression on his face to turn from entertained pleasure to worried pain. "You don't." She yanked and he let go of her with a tiny gasp. "….do. Those things, because….?" She tilted her eyebrows, and when he couldn't find words she twisted and squeezed viciously, "because. We had an arrangement. You leave me to the `pathetic imitation of a computer'." She paused and ignored his hand gripping her elbow as Kakkarot surged forward, mewing piteously. Frieza held up a hand to him and he stopped. Reme rewarded him with a slight bit of release from her burning-iron grip on him

"So I can do whatever I wished on it. And I won't try anything dumb. Like fuck your pets," she yanked on him hard, "or kill you," she let her fingernails slip through the pathetic excuse for pants, and to threaten to seep through his skin, "or anything like that." His fingers slipped over her elbow as she released him and shoved his quivering form away, not wanting to risk a broken elbow. He gasped and stumbled backwards, his thoughts forming in brief bursts,

"Yes. You're right, I remember." He stood and turned, and left. Reme smiled and nodded to the door, mindlessly evading the angry Kakkarot with a deft side-step as he snarled at her,

"You tried to hurt master!" She smiled and chuckled with Vegeta,

"That's right. We had a deal, and a deal is a deal is a deal. He almost breached his side of the agreement, if he does that, my own are forfeited, and I no longer have to behave." She spread her arms wide with a false gesture of genuine peace and submissive calm, "You must understand, I was merely protecting my interests." Goku rushed at her with a snarl and she caught his tail with a swift side-step. She squeezed. He gasped in obvious pain,

"Don't make this hard for yourself. There's no need to be upset with me." She twisted and ran her hands up against the grain of his fur. Vegeta laughed outright, the first genuine enjoyment he'd known in quite sometime tickling his mind,

"You're just as twisted, evil and demented as that Frieza!" Reme looked over her shoulder and smirked, careful to keep Kakkarot right where he was, her tone was patronizing and mocking

"Oi! Don't disgrace the master! We wouldn't want to hurt him." Vegeta laughed deeply and Goku trembled between pain, torture and agonizing pleasure from the deepest, conditioned caverns of hisself. Reme smirked and spoke normally,

"Nah. That dude! He ain't got nuthin' on me! I'm the baddest of the bad." Reme did her own best worst impression of Frieza, crossing her eyes and making her wrists fall limp, her hips thrust out and cocked at an oddly sexual angle.

"But I don't go out and parade my ultimate badness in front of everyone." She paused and grabbed her crotch, a faked wave of pleasure jolting her body, "So they see how big my cock is!" Reme thrust her hips into her hand with the punch-line, she and Vegeta laughed, and laughed until their faces hurt.

She stopped suddenly, as if remembering something. She bent into Goku's ear, a salty tear tickling his skin. As she licked it away,

"Now, pretty-warrior-boy, you be a good little bishounen and don't bother or try to hurt me, ok?" She didn't wait for any acknowledgment, she simply let go of his tail and sat back down at the computer.

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