AS22: this story is just a bit AU. The main setting is post Buu, but before Uub, but it begins long before that. Sorry for any confusion.

Vegeta may seem a bit out of character. He's supposed to be.

I have added my own Saiyan elements to the story, such as the language, religion, and whatever else. But once again, this is not New Destiny related.

Also, (big breath) this is my first real song-fic. Be nice…

The Rogue Saiyan


Chapter 1: Life

1st POV

Age: 12

Saiyan cycle 397

"Dammit, let me go!" I just wasn't strong enough. No amount of struggling got me free, and no amount of cursing in any language would help, but I had to fight. To not fight showed weakness.

Zarbon didn't say anything as he held my bonds. Out of all the creatures on this ship, he was the only one that didn't treat me like shit. Unless Frieza ordered it. That is why he was quiet now. We had some sort of… friendship? Possibly that word could work. But right now I wanted nothing more than to rip his heart out and make him choke on it. I guess this is what they mean by a love/hate relationship.

The doors slid open and there was the lizard himself, sitting in that unneeded hover chair. His tail and horns were all I could see from this angle. Zarbon shoved me to the floor. He knew he couldn't let Frieza see he had a liking to me, no matter how small those feelings were. Frieza liked to take things away. He also liked pretty things. That was one reason I was still alive.

"Ah, there you are. Rina, how many times have I told you, escape is futile. Every attempt you make takes you this much closer-" he showed me about an inch between his fingers, "-to meeting your maker."

"I'd rather walk through Oozark's Tombs than stay here." I growled at him. I didn't care what he did to me. I had to escape and make it back to Planet Vegeta. It was only a matter of time before Frieza would find it and go there himself since he found me.

I am Frieza's first Saiyan 'pet', though I refuse to lie at my master's feet. And I am doing my best to make sure I am his only pet, ever. My name is Rina-Jinn of the Red Wolf, or Rit Wuulf clan. I was sent on a mission by King Vegeta and along the way I met him, the devil lizard. He decided Saiyans were worthy of his interest. We've been heading to my home for over 5 year now. That's right, I was on my own solo mission at the age of 7. I'm an elite, but somehow these men of Frieza's are always stronger. Much stronger.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you dear?" he hissed.

"I won't allow you to get to my home. I can't by honor." I growled. Frieza's chair turned to face me, laughing.

"You monkeys and your honor. Are all of your people like that?" Frieza laughed. Zarbon squeezed my arm in warning, trying to calm me down. I shook him off as I stood.

"At least we have honor!"

I shook my long hair out of my face. Being elite meant I didn't have the standard female hair cut, and that no weakness came to me from squeezing my tail. My hair only goes just past my shoulders, but it is very thick, spiky, and wild.

Frieza didn't know any of this, though. I wouldn't tell him anything. He's only going by what he can find out about my planet, rumors mostly.

"Rina, it would be so much easier on you if you just told me where your home is. I am only interested in a partnership with your people."

"The Jutir you are!" I yelled.

"Now really, that was rude." Frieza's eyes became dark. He was finished playing around, "Now tell me where your planet is or I'll give you another treatment by the Dragon Tooth!"

"Bring it!" I whispered. I kept my calm. I felt Zarbon grab my arm again. If it wasn't for the Ki dampener on this ship I'd blast Frieza into dust by now.

Frieza laughed through his nose as he stood and hopped down from his chair. He walked over and grabbed me by my long hair, bending me back.

"Fine, have it your way. This time I will personally see to your torture. Zarbon, strip her of her armor and prepare the room. I'll be down shortly."

"Yes, my lord." Frieza let go of my hair and Zarbon took back his hold on my arm. I didn't struggle, this time if I did that would show fear.


The Dragon Tooth is like a bull whip, only it is made from dragon scales and the end of each of the 9 strands had a sharp piece of metal or glass. I had this luxury many times before, but I never screamed. Frieza liked it when I screamed. He said I had a good voice.

Hours later I was roughly thrown back into my room. My back was covered in blood that was still running to the floor.

Gods I wish he had a rehab-tank…

I climbed to my hands and knees, wincing from the pain. No doubt my back was raw and shredded. I didn't have any strength left in me but to climb onto the bed. I didn't even feel like covering my chest. Not that it mattered anymore.

I couldn't even bring myself up to the pillows; I just barely got onto the large mattress. And I only mean large compared to my form. I was so malnourished I had shrunk down.

I let out a slight chuckle, even after that hard beating. Frieza didn't know he was just making me stronger. That alone got me through his exercises. That and my family.

My little brother, my little sister, and my parents. Last I saw them my siblings were just pups. I bet they're really strong now.

I closed my eyes and tried to block out the pain and the cold. Frieza liked it really cold. I knew my wounds would get infected, but I didn't have the energy to crawl to my tiny bathroom to get out the first aid.

I really should move that kit in here.

I moved to get more comfortable, which in turn caused me more pain. I got my arms up and under my chin. Daringly I moved my tail to touch my back. Barely even a hair had tickled my back and it felt like fire. I pulled my tail away. The damage was worse than I thought. It even hurt to move my undamaged tail.

I shivered, bringing on more pain, but I couldn't help it. I didn't have the strength to even pull on a sheet.

Sleep was eating away at me. Soon it would consume me whole. My ears picked up a sound from behind me, so I didn't move. Whoever it was would just more than likely check my pulse to make sure Frieza hadn't killed me and then leave. But I hoped maybe it would be Zarbon. He cam in sometimes to treat my wounds. It was stupid, really. He was at risk of being killed by helping me. Nonetheless, I kinda hoped he'd come.

As I kept my eyes closed, I breathed in deep, wincing, but I caught his scent. It was Zarbon and he was trying very poorly to be quiet.

A cool feeling came over my back and shoulders. I winced once I felt the sting from the antiseptic. I opened my eyes and turned my head to meet with Zarbon's blue eyes. I turned back around. Even though I hoped he would come, I didn't want him to come. I guess I couldn't make up my mind.

"You really should just give Frieza what he wants."

I didn't respond as Zarbon treated my wounds. He was quite gentle.

"You need stitches. I need to do it now. Is that okay?" he asked softly.

"Fine." I replied in a hoarse voice. It hurt to talk right now. My throat was raw from choking back bile and screams for hours.

After a few moments of no contact, Zarbon placed his hand on my undamaged shoulder. I closed my eyes and relaxed. Tensing only makes the pain worse. I felt the prick and sickening-sliding feeling as the needle and thread moved under the surface of my skin.

"Does that hurt?"

"No." I replied quickly.

"I'll be more careful." He said, moving on to another wound.

"D'rar! Why are you helping me?" I spat.

"I… I really don't know." He kept working as he spoke, not missing a beat.

"You could be killed..."

"You care?" he asked.

"No, it just doesn't seem logical. It's not like I'm ever going to repay you."

"Maybe it's because you remind me of my little one back home."

"Where's the part where I care again?" I asked. He didn't respond, he just kept working on my wounds.

"How did I get so close to you without you knowing?" he asked.

"I knew. I heard the door, and then I found your scent."

"You Saiyans are amazing." He said.

"You might as well give up. I know what you're trying to do. That mild truth serum in the disinfectant won't work on me." I growled, "Leave now. Before I decide to use you as a punching bag."

"How did you know?" he asked.

"Like I'm going to tell you? Da treg Teela."

He turned and left. He didn't even realize I had called him friend. True, I called him a stupid friend, but a friend nonetheless. That was for me to know.

How did I know? Easy, I smelled it and felt it in my system. No drug would so easily break me. It would take more than Frieza to break me.

Frieza knows he's been helping me… he's using Zarbon… oh well… it's not like I need friends here.

My eyes were closed, though my instincts were still on high alert. I felt the cold blocked off, and I actually felt a bit warmer. I opened my eyes and looked back. The blanket had been pulled up to my shoulders and there was a bottle of water next to my head. I cursed myself for not noticing Zarbon hadn't left yet when I relaxed, but he was gone now.


Jutir- Hell

D'rar- damn

Da treg- baka, Teela- friend