A/N: I decided to put my other story "More Than A Promise" on hold to make way for this story instead. Kinda last minute but it's been sitting in my head and I feel more motivated to start this story instead before I lose all my good ideas. I haven't quit on the other story I just put it on the back burner for now. This story is gonna contain anywhere from mild to high sexual scenes, a good amount of curse words, this story is an AU but I'll try to keep the characters as closely to their personalities as possible given the plot frame, and possibly a couple boxes of tissues as we dig deep into the depths of the emotion called love. So if you have any problems with those things you may wanna reconsider reading my fic. I hope you'll enjoy reading this as much as I'll enjoy writing it. Happy reading!

Disclaimer: I, SilverFoxx92, hereby declare that I DO NOT own Dragonball Z.

PROJECT SAIYAN

By: SilverFoxx92

Chapter 1: Prepping

"Mmm" her eyes felt dry. She felt as though her eyelids were stuck to her eyeballs. She pulled her eyeslids open slowly, blinking her blurry vision away, "Dad?" she called. Her blurry vision wasn't enough to stop her from trying to look around the room in an attempt to find some clues as to where she was. The young girls eyes wandered around the room and immediately noticed some computer screens, X-Ray sheets, presentation posters, beakers filled with colorful liquids, control panels with hundreds of buttons and levars, and several hospital-like beds, like the ones she'd been placed on, around the cold, unearth-like room. ChiChi heard a steady 'beep-beep-beep' very close to her and it took a moment to register the situation but when she had, she let out a frightened gasp and suddenly the beeps quickened. The young girl looked at the source of the beeping, "A heart monitor?" she asked no one. ChiChi looked down at her chest to see suction cups attached to her chest and ripped them off angrily. She sat up in the hospital bed and felt something tugging on her arm, she looked down at the tubes pumping liquids into her and ripped them off as well. The princess had a pounding headache and her skin felt irritable, "What the hell?" she said pulling at her hospital patient-type wear. "These aren't mine." she breathed, her increasing confusion added more to her irritation to her throbbing headache, "Where am I?" she asked aloud.

Suddenly, a wave of memories hit her. She grabbed her head, aching from the over activity of thinking too hard. The princess remembered laying herself down to sleep in her own bed, muscles aching from her daily training. She was startled from a peaceful sleep when a hand was placed over her mouth forcefully, her muffled screams were heard by no one outside her room. ChiChi raised her hands up to punch her attacker but instead her wrists were brought together and pinned above her head by his other hand. Her eyes had difficulty getting a clear vision of her attackers but despite the darkness of the night she managed to see that there were two, both tall, massive muscled men with armor she'd never seen before, and strange eye pieces covering only one eye. There was also something brown and furry wrapped around their waists.

"Oh yes, she's definitely stronger than the average human." one spoke. The panicked princess responded by kicking the second Saiyan squarely in the chest as hard as she could. A kick that should've knocked him straight through the wall only managed to nudge him back almost two inches.

"Definitely stronger." the kicked man agreed with a grin, "The commander will enjoy her." he used his free hand to pin both her ankles down to her bed preventing the struggling princess from trying to kick free. "Bring out the damn mask already and stop fucking around!" the first Saiyan growled in a harsh whisper. The second Saiyan pulled out a clear mask and moved it toward ChiChi's mouth, she shook her head to avoid it. "Aw, c'mon baby, don't make this difficult" he snickered, "Just relax and it won't hurt." he gripped his hand forcefully around her jaw to keep her head still and placed the mask on her face surrounding her nose and mouth but the princess contained her oxygen. The attackers smirked, "Gotta breathe sometime, princess" one of them chuckled. ChiChi continued to try to fight free of their grips, wriggling.

'Who are these guys?' she thoughts screamed, 'They're insanely strong! He hardly even budged when I kicked him!' she wriggled under them, trying to break free, 'And their grips on me won't let up!' ChiChi looked up at the two large men, giving them each her angriest death stare. Her eyes glimmered with venom and her face turned a bright red from lack of air then finally she couldn't take it anymore and let in a breath of air. Instead of breathing oxygen she inhaled something else, something that smelled like poison: everything faded to black.

"Then I woke up here" ChiChi whispered after her memory. She glanced around the room, she was in some sort of lab. The ebony haired girl stood, wandering around the room, searching for any conclusive evidence to tell her where she was; she felt heavy. The young princess walked up to a poster with a drawing of a female frame like hers and drawn directly next to it was the same female frame but with a short monkey-like tail, longer hair, and more muscular thighs and calves. The drawing was surrounded by mathematical formulas, a syringe with some sort of strange blue liquid inside. The poster was titled 'PROJECT SAIYAN'. Her eyes squinted with confusion, "What the fuck?" she mouthed silently.

"Ah you're awake" a voice spoke. ChiChi spun on her heel quickly to face the speaker and backed up against the wall. The man wore a clean white lab coat, a stethoscope around his neck, and clear small glasses. He was tall, muscular, handsome, young, with short spiky red hair, and yellow eyes. He too, had a furry brown tail wrapped around his waist. In his hand he carried a small binder with her name on it titled, 'Project #2'. "I was beginning to wonder if the dosage of the knockout gas would be too much for you. How do you feel?" he asked politely.

ChiChi eyed the man who spoke to her. "Who are you?" she demanded.

"Oh yes, of course, how rude of me." he walked closer to her, "Dr. Nazz, at your service." he extended a hand out for her to shake but ChiChi eyed his hand angrily, then looked at him as if to say, 'You touch me, you die.' Dr. Nazz gave her a few seconds to respond but eventually lowered his rejected hand, "Ohhhkaayy" he said awkwardly, turning around to walk away from her "Maybe that was to be expected, huh?"

"Don't you have any idea who I am?" she hissed.

He stopped mid-step and turned to face her, "I sure do!" he said energetically, opening his binder, "ChiChi Mao: Princess of Fire Mountain, daughter of the Ox-King, nineteen years old, five foot two inches tall, one hundred ten pounds, black hair, dark brown eyes, AB negative blood type, mastered the turtle fighting style, as well as trained in various other martial arts, mother died at young age…" he glanced up from his reading to look at her horrified face, "Shall I continue?" he asked in a teasing tone.

She was pissed off now, "Laugh at me if you want but just you wait, when my father finds me he'll rip you in two."

He took a step closer, "Oh he won't find us my dear."

"Yes he will!" she spoke with confidence, "He's probably got a search party sent out right this minute looking for me!"

"Maybe! But all they'd be doing is wasting their time!" Dr. Nazz waved a finger at her, "You see, they can search all through the land, dig into the Earth, and tear the planet inside out and still they would not find you there, princess!"

ChiChi wasn't sure she could handle any more confusion, her headache persisted, "I don't understand."

The doctor smirked, "You're not on planet Earth anymore darling, welcome to planet Vegeta. Home of the fierce race known as the Saiyans. We are strong, feared, respected, and a force to be taken seriously."

Her eyes widened of pure shock. She was on another PLANET. "Okay." she said after a minute of pure, uninterrupted silence, "And what am I doing here?"

"Ah," he said, getting back on his train of thoughts, "I'm glad you asked." he paced around the room. "For decades now the female population in our race has been decreasing but only suddenly have they been dying at an alarming rate. We have an abundance of males inhabiting the planet and we need more females."

ChiChi scoffed, failing to see how this was her problem, "So I was brought here because your pathetic planet has become a sausage-fest?"

"Let me finish." he rolled his eyes at her choice of words, "If this continues our race will die. The males only mate with one female thus the already taken females refuse to mate with any male but their own and as a result it seems all that's left are the sisters, grandmothers, and mothers. For the most part anyway."

The irritated princess shrugged carelessly, "So? Fuck your mom. Have babies with her. Leave me out of this."

The doctor chuckled at her sick suggestion, "I don't know how you people do it on your little planet, but here on Vegeta, we don't do that kind of stuff. That's wrong on so many levels."

She rolled her eyes at him, "So your plan for me is to have some Saiyan dude have sex with me, get me pregnant, and ultimately make this… Saiyan… human… hybrid?" she struggled to find the words.

Dr. Razz showed a face of pure disgust in her direction at the thought of her explanation becoming real, "No!" he exclaimed, "You wish something of your kind would mix with our genetics: at long last it would've been something to finally make your race great but no, that is not the case." he walked towards her slowly. "Your race and my race, for the most part, look alike and while it is genetically possible for humans and Saiyans to mate and reproduce my team and I find it impossible to determine whether or not a human-Saiyan hybrid would be able to achieve a level of power we have come to recognize as 'Super Saiyan'. We imagine that if we were to have a half blooded Saiyan it would not be enough to let him accomplish that superior level. That half blood baby would have to have an immense amount of power to be able to do that, an amount we can't imagine."

ChiChi shook her head at his explanation, she understood what he was saying but what she didn't understand was how the hell any of this had to do with her, "Well then if that's how you feel about us humans then why the hell am I here? If what you want is another Saiyan female in your race, obviously, I'm the worst candidate. I'm all human, doc."

"Only for the moment." he walked over to the presentation poster ChiChi was staring at earlier before he walked in, "Consider yourself honored." he spoke, "You have been chosen to join our superior race. Chosen to join our proud, powerful, illustrious, race. To thrive and live happily as an advanced being. A Saiyan." he pointed at the poster.

Her eyes widened with realization as suddenly the pictures in the poster made sense, "You're crazy." she breathed softly, gentle tears rolling down her face.

"No, I'm a Saiyan. And soon, you will be too." He turned back to the table of beakers and picked one up with a blue liquid. "Tears of joy?" he asked, staring at her while placing a thermometer in a beaker to test the temperature, "I would be happy too."

She choked back tears, not wanting to show weakness, "So those tubes pumping liquids into my body, that was…? I mean- So now I'm a Ss-Sai.."

"Saiyan, dear." he finished for her, "And no. You merely underwent the prepping process for the Saiyan serum. This stuff" he held up the beaker. "You'll know when you've become a Saiyan. It'll be memorable. And sure as hell you'll feel a lot stronger than the puniness that you must be feeling now." he chuckled.

"But you people have two arms, two legs, two eyes, you look so much like us earthlings. If you were to walk close to me on the street I'd have no idea you were an alien, another race, from outer space, save for the tail, of course."

"Precisely!" the doctor exclaimed. "Our genetic codes are so alike it only makes sense that humans are the obvious choice to undergo this transformation! It's so simple!"

"Please… don't do this to me…" she panted, tears coming back.

The doctor couldn't help but look at her in the way she talked. Sincere. Scared. Begging. He actually felt sympathy for her. She didn't want to become a Saiyan yet, why the hell she wanted to remain human was all a mystery to him. Were they perfectly happy with themselves being weak?, "I'm sorry, princess. It's not up to me. I'm under orders of the King. All this human to Saiyan transformation was his idea."

ChiChi's eyes lowered in defeat finally concluding that there was no way out of this. She was stuck. On a planet millions of miles away from her own, in a place filled with ruthless, ridiculously strong, monkey tail having, Saiyans.

"Don't be scared darling. The transformation can be a bit jarring but you're not the first one we've tested this serum on."

She looked up to meet eyes with him. "I'm not?"

"You're not. See your file? Project number two?" he held up the binder with her information in it and ran the words across it with his finger.

"Well then who else was kidnapped to do this?" she asked with questioning eyes.

"Uh, see the sequence in which these procedures are to be done, are in level of priority: whoever needs a mate the most urgently gets one soonest."

ChiChi didn't know what that was supposed to mean but she took her best guess at it, "What's that mean? Whichever Saiyan gets tired of using his hand for his personal pleasures gets a female sooner or what?"

Dr. Razz shook his head again at her choice of words, "No. As in levels of power. Here on planet Vegeta, power and strength is everything. It determines what place you'll be in, in King Vegetas army. Here, you better be damn strong, or damn smart. If you're strong, you'll get yourself a good spot in the palace where the king lives, if you're smart, you'll be valued in the scientific division of his army, such as myself. We invented the Saiyan space pods, damn near indestructible body armor, power level detectors, and much more. If you don't have either, you'll live outside where all the peasants are. In the females case you're lucky, all you have to do is find the strongest male, get him interested in you, and you're golden. Which brings us back to your question, the first human female to be turned Saiyan, went to the Kings son, Prince Vegeta."

ChiChi's mouth opened once again thinking of the poor innocent human girl having to go through that transformation, "That's horrible…"

"Yes, that's what I said." the doctor nodded, "I felt sorry for that young blue haired woman. The Prince is a nightmare to deal with. Bossy, mean, arrogant. I can't imagine being his mate." he shuddered. " But as far as I know they're quite happy together, still no baby, but they're not allowed to have one until the Prince becomes King. Anyways, you're going to the Prince's right hand man. The first commander. He is the planets strongest Saiyan warrior but don't let the prince hear you say that. He and the commander are always at competition with each other to gain power to be the strongest. They seem to be on a friendship type of level though."

So her mate was preordained after all, "Wait a minute! Let me get this straight!" she said angrily, "You're gonna turn me into a Saiyan and toss me into a room with this first commander person, have him mate with me, and I'm supposed to have his baby?" the idea was absurd.

"No." he corrected. "We're going to show you to him, pray he likes you, and hope he'll want to mate with you."

"Oh, so it's all up to him, if I should be SO lucky maybe he'll accept me." she huffed.

"Hell yes!" he answered, "What makes you so sure a man of his ranking will even WANT to mate with you? But he's strong so it's only natural to make certain he develops an offspring so that his son will also add a strong force to the army! Do you know how many beautiful strong Saiyan women he's turned down? You're beautiful, strong, with a hot body, maybe you will have better luck than the rest."

ChiChi remained quiet. She had no idea these Saiyan men had a choice when it came to choosing a woman. 'Like marriage' she thought, 'If he finds one to love he'll claim her. Huh. Kinda sweet… They can love. After all, the girl turned Saiyan with the prince had found happiness. Soooo… maybe it can happen for me too?'

The pensive princess was dragged out of her thoughts when the doctor turned around with a syringe filled with that blue liquid he was working on while they were talking. ChiChi watched with horrified eyes as he squirted the oxygen out of it, ready for injecting, "Let us begin, shall we?" the doctor said, "Now, I should tell you this is merely the final prepping procedure, as well as the first step to Saiyanism. We'll inject this, leave it to settle into your genetic code and in the morning you'll feel a small taste of what being a Saiyan is, you'll run faster, have the ability to fly, produce ki blasts, you'll be much more powerful, beautiful, and experience so many of the other benefits of being a Saiyan. Only a teasing taste though. In a few weeks when your body is ready for the second half, we'll bring you back in here for the final injection of the Saiyan serum. Then you'll be a true and complete Saiyan." he walked forward to her, but she stepped away from him. "Give me your arm." he reached for her.

ChiChi moved away from him, refusing to be anything but human.

Dr. Razz could tell by the look in her eyes that this was not going to be easy, "Look, I know you're scared right now but you're going to become something far greater than you ever imagined." he reached for her again.

"No!" she screamed moving further away from him, "I won't become one of you! I'm me! If you want me to become a Saiyan, you'll have to inject that serum into my dead body!" she dodged his final reach for her and ran out of the double doors of the lab.

"ChiChi!" he tried to call her back, but she kept running, "Come back here ChiChi!" he ran after her and was surprised to see she was now at the end of the long corridor, "Stop her!" he cried.

One male Saiyan with hair long enough to touch the back of his knees was near her and used his incredulous speed to catch up to her and grabbed her from behind, wrapping his enormous arms around her, pinning her own arms down at her sides. He picked her up and began carrying her to Dr. Razz, "Where do you think you're going baby?" he asked her with his deep voice and took in a breathe of her scent, "Mmm, you smell too good. I wouldn't mind keeping you for myself and have some fun with you later." he licked his lips.

"Fuck you motherfucker!" she hissed. "I wouldn't be caught dead in a bed with such an ugly poor excuse of a man!"

The Saiyan grinned, "Aww see that? Now you've gone and hurt my feelings. It's okay though, I like them feisty. Unfortunately, you picked the wrong guy to be nasty to." he began squeezing her body against him with intent to crush her to death.

"Auuuuggghhh!" ChiChi screamed in pain as her bones reached a point of almost breaking.

"Leave her be, Raditz" Dr. Razz warned, "Don't harm her. She's for your brother."

The long haired Saiyan frowned, "But I actually like hearing her scream. It's sexy." he sighed angrily, "With the way she was screaming and rubbing her body on me from struggling so much made me kinda stiff if you know what I mean. She's hot as hell. But oh well, leave it up to my little brother to receive all the good things in life."

"Blech! I'm going to your brother?" she exclaimed in disgust, "Well let's hope for my sake he's a hell of a lot better looking than you are!"

"Oh that's it, c'mon Razz she's really asking for death now." Raditz said, now directly in front of the doctor.

"Well you were kinda asking for it Raditz." he smirked, "Just hold her arm out for me so I can inject step one of the Saiyan transformation serum formula into her veins."

Raditz followed the doctors orders and pulled one of her arms out for him. The doctor took a cotton ball with disinfectant and rubbed it on a spot in her arm to clean the area.

"No!" ChiChi screamed one last time in protest and with that, the doctor stuck the needle into her arm and injected all the formula into her. "Errggh!" the needle stung her skin. Raditz let go of her arm when the doctor was done and the first thing the princess did was backhand Dr. Razz's face for performing a procedure on her she'd told him repeatedly she didn't want.

The princess felt weary, strange, actually sleepy would be a better fit as her eyelids became heavy. "Mmm…" She moaned sleepily before going unconscious and going limp in Raditz's arms.

Dr. Razz placed a hand over the spot where she'd slapped him, "She's strong for a human." he rubbed his reddening cheek, "We need to get her down to a prison cell where she can let the serum run it's course till she wakes up."

"Want me to take her?" Raditz eagerly offered. There was something suggestive and sinister in his eyes he didn't trust in the way he looked at her that the doctor didn't trust.

"Uhh, no. Thank you Raditz." Dr. Razz declined. "I'll see to it she gets there myself. Uh, to monitor the first ten minutes of the serum inside her blood stream." he took ChiChi from Raditz's arms and took her into his own arms bridal style and continued on his way to the dungeon.

The first commander stepped out of a space pod in the loading dock station of the palace. He was battle damaged yet a smile was on his features, eyebrows narrowed.

"Welcome back Commander Kakarot" a female Saiyan greeted him, a furious blush growing over her nose and cheeks when she caught sight of his enormous chest, arms, gorgeous hair, and handsome face. He was every woman's dream.

"Thank you Amarzee" he said, not really caring for her.

"Uhh… It's Amari, but uhm.. I like Amarzee too!" she stuttered with a smile.

He smiled too, knowing he could swoon any female on their planet, and then some, "Okay then." he shrugged. Though she was acting strange it was the normal reaction when females talked to him.

Another male Saiyan noticed him, "Hey! Commander!" he yelled while he walked by, "Heard your little so-said mate finally got here! She's in the dungeon right now for recovery! Caused a scene tryin' to get outta here about an hour ago! Wanna go take a look at her?" he asked.

Kakarot knew he would be receiving a potential mate. He hadn't been particularly excited about it but he had been curious as to what she would look like. Still, food and eating it was the only thing on his mind and he wasn't about to push back eating his dinner later in his day just to take a look, "Nah, I think I'll see her when they deliver her to my room on a silver platter!" they both laughed at his comment. The commander was in a good mood and no one wanted to mess that up.

A/N: That's it! Chapter One is done! Please tell me what you thought of it and if I should continue. Questions? Comments? Advice? Anything you'd like to tell me I am all ears and I will see you in Chapter 2! Which will be up shortly depending on your reviews. Thank you for reading. I'm out.

- SilverFoxx92