A Loyal Saiyajin Handmaiden
When her king would not listen to her council… she might be only an attendant and bedmate, he would not even dignify her with granting her the title of concubine role, let alone that of consort, she knew she’d have to make other plans if their race was to survive.
She might be lowborn but she had ears everywhere.
The servants were glad that one of their own had risen so far, even if it was unofficial.
(It wasn’t that great. She was stuck. His Majesty wouldn’t give her any title, but he wouldn’t allow her to leave either.
She knew she was just a convenient body and no one would replace his Queen in his mind but he must feel something or he wouldn’t keep her near him… even if the young prince didn’t approve. She made no attempt to make nice with him or suck up and she kept the king’s secrets with her life. She was LOYAL… if unappreciated.)
As a mere third class AND a female, she knew she should be grateful for even that much and she was… she really, really was… but she just wished her lord and king would heed her carefully gathered information occasionally.
But no, he wouldn’t listen so, it was time to make other plans.
She did NOT trust Lord Freeza and she knew she wasn’t the only one.
Bardok might be a third class like her and a scientist, but he was not a fool.
A few workers in the natal center agreed.
It was time to fudge some records. Rather than a single infant and third classes only, they would sneak in second and first-class infants and female, two male trios.
Little attention was paid to third classes and the modifications to suit and program the trios would be easy enough. Sending the babes out alone was cruel anyway. Saiyajin did better in company rather than alone even if they were intended to be picked up later, eventually.
The males would act as rivals/brothers with each other and the female would be their breeding partner when the hormones kicked in.
The pod would program all three of the trios to accept their roles.
With the variety of Classes, hopefully, if Lord Freeza DID betray them, the Saiyan race would still survive and could, perhaps, stage a comeback.
They would be sent to the dark corners of the universe where they could, hopefully, perpetuate their race without interference. They could rise gain and likely would. Saiyajin didn’t do peace and quiet. They were an aggressive species.
It would take some mislabelling in the natal center and a few falsely reported infant deaths, but it helped that all babies were placed in the same natal center for their region.
The coordinates to each of the triple pods would be wiped as the infant was sent.
She didn’t believe in the legend of the Super Saiyajin and likely wouldn’t live to see the results of this work, but if her people survived, it would be worth it.
Perhaps her own infant would join them.
She had not told the king and had no intention of doing so. Neither the King nor the Prince would tolerate a potential ‘pretender’ to the throne.
The pregnancy would need to be accelerated while His Majesty was away at Lord Freeza’s behest.
The King would not take her off world… he rarely took the young Prince either but this time, Lord Freeza had demanded both their presences.
She didn’t trust it.
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Twins, she was carrying twins! Both female.
Accelerating the pregnancy had done unfortunate things to her health and she would pay the price for the remainder of her life but it was worth it.
No matter what happened, the bloodline of her King would survive. He might have been only using her but he was still her King, still the strongest of them all, and she. Was. Loyal.
She was just more loyal to the survival of their people.
Her daughters were strong and beautiful. At least low-level First Class.
Bardok’s oldest son, Raditz, a Second Class and in training already.
His second son had been sent off before they had come up with this scheme three years ago.
His youngest son, sons actually, were due any day from the twin females he'd mated and would be paired with her little princesses Remon and Raimu (females usually got fruity or leafy names).
For her strong little girls, she was willing to pad things a bit. It was necessary that the princesses survive.
There was a twin world with both of them viable. Her twin princesses with their twin mates (both sets of males would be twins) would be sent to twin worlds, both uninhabited.
They would know they had twins on the world just across from theirs and, if they were clever enough, they would be able to alter their pod enough to go and see them.
They would know they were of a royal line but unacknowledged and hidden for their own safety. Their task would be to raise their numbers and find others to strengthen their race further. They were to survive, live and spread their race across their world.
Each pod also contained other samples, mostly of great Saiyajin warriors and scientists, in case of an accident or the two males not taking to each other. It also had schematics to rebuild and expand the pod. If the child reached the age of fourteen, they would be drawn back to the pod and the information would be uploaded into their minds.
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Her worst fears were coming to pass.
Bardok and his fellows had staged their diversion of an uprising and she… she was nowhere near the King or the Prince.
No, she had triggered the doomsday protocols. Every single infant in the Natal centers over the planet, every pregnant female and every youngling under two that she’d been able to kidnap from the training halls while the males were distracted had been shoved into any transport available. More pods and capsils had been made on the sly and now, she was abandoning stealth completely.
On the destruction of their planet, ALL would launch using the explosion as cover.
She had no illusions they would all survive. In fact, if even a tenth survived that would be beyond her calculations but at least some would and she would have fought the only way she could. Females couldn’t become the strongest fighters but they were EXCELLENT at surviving and she thought her king might have forgotten that…
Their race WOULD survive!
Like Bartok, she would go to her death proudly, knowing that her children LIVED.