| Part 2 Dark and Cold 1. Zarbon paced down the corridors in great hurry, his long cape danced behind him resembling the tail of a comet. His master had ordered him to make preparations for tonight’s plan. He better make sure that everything will go smoothly or it would indeed become a memorable night; in a not that nice kind of way for the loyal subject that is.. He turned the corner and almost crashed into the young warrior prince who was heading back to his quarters after training. Zarbon looked into Vegeta’s face as he backed up a bit from his master’s "dreamboat". Vegeta’s ink black eyes stared back at him, cold and angry, an arrogant smirk appeared on his face. "Dashing around to please Frieza again Zarbon? Why, the asskissers in this galaxy are sure busy." Vegeta crossed his gloved arms and stood there bathing in his own self-confidence, challenging Zarbon with every gesture he made. The older warrior looked at the young prince with despise in his bright eyes. It was already bad enough that his master fancied this low life, he didn’t want to be reminded of this space monkey’s total disrespect towards him. He HATED Vegeta, the little brat was so full of himself, thinking that his exceptional fighting skills and high powerlever could protect him forever from greater warriors like himself and Dodoria. Well, if it wasn’t for master Frieza, Zarbon had taken care of the little swank ages ago, that’s for sure! "What’s the matter Zarbon, you don’t seem to be your own cruel self, did Frieza cut your tongue?" Zarbon recaptured his calm, he forced himself to think of what master Frieza and he had installed for the young prince and his anger subsided to make place for the sweet taste of revenge. You just wait till tonight Vegeta, and we’ll see if there will be anything left of that misplaced pride of yours. Zarbon casually brushed a lock of green hair aside and gave Vegeta a mocking look. " You shouldn’t speak of our master in such a bloody disrespectful way Vegeta! Remember who’s ruling this place!" "You’re impossible Zarbon, Frieza is not even around and still your mouth can’t stop kissing his ass. If cowardliness was rewarded, I would certainly give you a price." "It’s not cowardliness that makes me follow master Frieza. It’s something called loyalty that makes me obey him, but that’s probably a quality unknown to your kind." "Frieza is NOT my master and he’ll NEVER be! We’ve made an agreement with him a long time ago, that’s all! If he ever has the guts to break his end of the deal, I won’t think twice to make him pay." Zarbon’s mind strayed from this verbal match. Vegeta must be talking about how his father King Vegeta sacrificed him for the safety of his people. Frieza sure didn’t keep his end of the bargain, he wiped out Vegeta’s entire planet after sending the Saiyan king himself to the next dimension. But Vegeta didn’t know about this and still thought that he had to obey Frieza for the good of his father’s and his race’s safety. How wonderfully ironic and how deeply tragic…Zarbon’s blue lips pulled into a sadistic grin. "What are you grinning about?" "Nothing Vegeta, it’s just that a pleasant thought crossed my mind, that’s all." "You should keep your head on your shoulders Zarbon, a fetal accident lies just around the corner if you’re not careful enough." Vegeta grinned maliciously, his cold eyes piercing into his rival’s. "I will certainly remember these wise words of yours Vegeta. I know that there are many unreliable dogs lurking around this place. But let me give you an advice as well. DONT OPPOSE MASTER FRIEZA! You haven’t even got an one thousand of my master’s power. YOU’LL NEVER BE ABLE TO BEAT HIM. In the end, you’ll be the one harvesting the black seeds of your work…" Vegeta’s grin widened, his despise for Frieza and his men was the ONLY thing that kept him going since he was taken from his father and his home planet as a young boy. He knew that the tyrant was extremely powerful, he also knew that with the fighting skills and powerlevel he had right now, it would be impossible to beat him. But he was convinced that one day, Frieza would meet his own demise by the hands of a Saiyan, and that Saiyan will be HIM. So he burst into a loathing laughter, ridiculing Zarbon’s words with every breath he took. He had to, accepting the idea of never being able to free himself from Frieza will beat the last bit of life out of his wounded soul. "I will also be remembering your words Zarbon, and I will recall them whenever I’m in need of a good laugh. A pleasant thought as you would say!" Zarbon smiled bitterly as he watched the proud Saiyan prince walk away from him. He clenched his blue hands into tight fist as he forced himself to count back slowly from 1 million to 1. He had to keep his anger under control, if he didn’t, he would probably turn into that blue monster that was always lurking inside him, and then there was no holding back on what he would do to vegetablehead in his raging state. Wait Zarbon, he told himself, wait till tonight, then that little piece of shit will pay, he will make him eat every word he had ever said. 2. It was dark and cold in the Frieza’s throne-room, and the young Saiyan prince needed time to adjust his vision before he could orientate himself in the darkness. His sparkling white boots produced hollow footsteps that echoed in the immense chamber. Clouds form as he breathed out the air. Vegeta thought that Frieza was pretty insane to even consider four degree below zero to be a pleasant climate to live in, he was freezing and the hairs on his tail were standing right up. He’d never liked to be in Frieza’s throne room anyway. This was the place where his father had abandoned him. He remembered how afraid and how cold he was when he walked towards the large skull shaped throne, where the lizard like alien was seated. His white, scrubby tail, cold as ice, reached out to the young prince and the tip of the serpent like organ had traced his cheeks, barely toughing him but enough to let him sense his new master’s power and strike fear in his heart. Now, so many years later, while the fear for Frieza had been replaced for an ever present resentment towards the tyrant, he still felt uneasy, perhaps even a bit scared when entering this dark chamber. It was as if this place resembled his soul, an endless void of total darkness and emptiness, and he was afraid to be lost in it forever with Frieza throwing away the key so nobody would be able to find him again. "There you are my young warrior, come closer. I’ve been expecting you for some time now." Vegeta drifted back from his thoughts into reality, his lizard like suppressor was seated on his skull shaped throne, his serpent tail swept from side to side anxiously. Vegeta stepped a couple of paces towards Frieza before he held his pace as he reached the stairs to the throne. He looked up at him, hiding his anger behind a facade of loyalty towards his greatest enemy. "You’ve sent for me Frieza?" "yes, I did indeed. I want to congratulate you on our successful mission to Orion. You’ve done a good job back on planet 18. Your Saiyan blood had proven to make you into a excellent leader." "It’s not I that lead Frieza, but if you insist complementing me, our race is know to be one of great warriors, that’s true, but the inhabitants on that planet were not exactly what you call a challenge. Guess the quality of your army has to be upgraded if you have to sent them backup to bring those weaklings on their knees." Frieza smiled, he knew Vegeta was insulting him since it was his decision to send a second army to Orion 18. If any other subject of the young tyrant had the guts to speak in such manner to him, he would surely make his end a bloody and painful one. The young Saiyan prince was the only one from whom he tolerated these insults; he had tolerated them for more then 15 years. "Clever as always Vegeta?! I was just trying to praise you for your outstanding strategy and tactics. Anyway, if you’re not interested in casual conversations, we can start speaking about the matters I’ve sent you for." Vegeta smirked and crossed his arms. "That would save us a great deal of time, now wouldn’t it?" Frieza replied his smirk with a wide grin, his eyes glow in the dark with mischievous pleasure. "Whatever you wish, my sweet prince.." Suddenly, a large figure appeared out of the shadows, his grotesque pink fat face pulled into a mask of upper concentration, his hands were folded together while ki was draining out of his huge body to feed the growing energy ball. "What the HELL?!! DODORIA!" Vegeta gather ki as fast as he could to block his attacker, but it was already too late. A powerful blast was launched from Dodoria’s palms and found their way to the ambushed prince, burning a hole through his left arm. As Vegeta jumped in the air and tried to evade the rest of the beam, a second blast exploded on his back. His damaged body swirled around in the air by the impact and he saw Zarbon standing next to Frieza, his hands cupped to feed the light beam that was tearing away his flesh. Finally, his broken body hit the ground and his vision faded into blackness… 3. Darkness. Nothing but empty darkness. He found himself lost in this sea of oblivion, floating around on senseless waves. Lost forever, never be able to reach any shore. But it was fine. The absence of pain, hate and fear that had been consuming his soul for so long, eating away every warm emotion he once had, were all finally gone now. He felt relieved. He would just drift off on this darkness and meet his demise. After that, there would be nothing left of his existence, and he would finally find his peace… But then the feeling in his body returned. First there was the cold caressing his bare skin, holding him in its grip. It paralyzed his muscles and forced his breathing to become shallow and labored. Then, a wave of pain as he intended to move his sore body, his left arm felt as if it was on fire, his spine screamed to him to limit his movements. For a while, the once proud Saiyan prince was blocking out the rest of the world and concentrated his whole being on his breathing, he would do anything to cast this hellish pain out of his body. Finally, the red horned monster of pain was nursed back to sleep, and Vegeta opened his swollen eyes, dreading what he would find when returning to full consciousness. He was naked and chained to the cold walls of the Throne room. Around his neck, a steel collar was placed to which a long dog-chain was attached. His wrists and ankles were cuffed and chained as well. Vegeta pulled on his restrains, he knew that his energy was low because he was wounded by Dodoria and Zarbon’s attacks, but these measly chains shouldn’t be able to hold him back. He pulled, stretching his aching muscles to their maximum ability. The old walls crack and give in a bit, but still the chains were able to keep him captured. Even worse, the efforts he made to free himself drained him from what it seemed his last energy and his exhausted body collapsed towards to the floor till the chains held him back. He hung there like a child’s ragged doll, hardly able to find enough energy to breathe, let alone raise himself up his feet again. -I’ve been drained from all of my remaining energy, that’s why I can’t free myself from these weak restrains! I bet my hairy butt that Frieza and his clowns are behind all this! But what does that sick prick want? If he wants to get me eliminated, he doesn’t have to go through so much effort to drain me weak, strip me naked and chain me up…. Unless he wants to TORTURE me to death. – Panic struck Vegeta ‘s heart, although death, mutilation or physical pain was not what he was afraid of. He wished like everyone else that it would go away as quickly as possible when the monster of suffering surfaced, but he wouldn’t try to avoid it if it was unavoidable in battle. What he was scared of was what kind of HUMILIATION he had to endure before Frieza had toyed enough with him to send him on his way to the next dimension. He was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to keep his word to his father, to whom he had promised never to beg Frieza for his life and never show him his fear. He was afraid to lose the last good quality that he had left which was not beaten out of him by those many years of suppression; his pride… "Oh my, my sweet prince, what have my brute servants to you?" With the last of his strength, he raised his head to look up at his tormentor. Through a mist of pain, he saw the blurry frame of the small tyrant. He was hovering at eye-level close to his face, wearing a content grin on his black lips. "What do you want to do to me you monster!? If you’re going to finish me off, go ahead. I’m not afraid to die!" Frieza burst into laughter, his voice echoed in the vast and empty chamber like thunder in the mountains. To his poor prisoner it sounded much like the laughter of a deranged madman. " Why, my Vegeta, your stubbornness knows how to amaze me every time! Even in this rather tricky situation you’re wasting your much needed energy to hold up your brave facade. Don’t you ever get tired of pretending?" "I’m NOT PRETENDING ANYTHING! Face it Frieza, I will never bow to you!! And I suggest you sent me to the next dimension before I get to change to recover and make you pay for this humiliation!" "Oh, but Vegeta.." The tyrant hovered around the fallen prince, observing him like a predator stalking its prey. "If you think THIS is already humiliating, you better black out before we start our little game with you." He ran his tongue over his black lips as his eyes traced his prisoner’s muscular body. He treasured every image of the Prince’s naked flesh, starting from his feet, following the curvatures of his thighs till they reach the thick bush of pubic hair that hid it’s precious treasures, up to his broad muscular torso, his fine lined collar bone structures, and finally, his harsh and beaten face with eyes that show deep sorrow and burning hatred, but no fear. Frieza felt shivers all over his cool body, the dark sadistic demon that had been nurtured by every aspect of the Saiyan prince, that worshiped every inch of this God-like body was about to be released. The cold tyrant closed his eyes and breathed in the warm scent of his captured subject, the sweet aroma that consist of an intoxicating mixture of sweat and uncried tears. He would treasure this moment forever. "What are you doing you SICK lizardhead!!? Stop staring at me like that, you’re giving me the CREEPS!" "Lizardhead….Hmmm, You haven’t call me that for a long time Vegeta! Not since that near fatal accident you had afterwards when you were a child. Oh my…This really brings back memories…" "I’m warning you Frieza! Don’t you dare to tough me or I’ll make you pay! I will make you so sorry for all this that you’ll regret the day you’ve dreamt this SICK joke up!! I’m NOT your asslicker Zarbon!!" Suddenly, a fist appeared out of nowhere. Vegeta tried to turn his head to avoid the blow, but another hand held him by his spiky hair, fixing him at his place. Then an explosion of colors as the fist made impact with his left eye, followed by a numbing pain that made his head spin. The fist stroke out again, ready to administrate another blow. "ZARBON!! STOP THAT YOU BLUE-FACED GOON!!!" "But Sir! He called me an asslick.." "I SAID LEAVE HIM ALONE ZARBON!! His powerlevel is dangerously low right now, one blow of yours can easily KILL him!" Zarbon looked at Frieza with anger in his bright eyes. That does it! This little piece of SHIT was causing his beloved master to yell at him! He thought that tonight he would finally have the change to make this wanker experience the inner depths of hell. He didn’t expect his master to care about this inbred this much.. The little green monster of jealousy was sticking its head around the corner. "I thought you told me that you just wanted to experience his body Sir! You didn’t tell me that you actually CARED for him! What do you see in this bloody piece of monkey crap anyway? Am I not good enough for you anymore?" Zarbon’s face flushed with green blood, tears stung in his eyes but he didn’t want to allow himself to cry, yet… Not in front of the Prince of Circus Monkeys anyway. Frieza sighed, Zarbon being jealous was fine, it gave a new spark to their intimate relationship and deep down he kind of liked it because it showed him how much Zarbon really cared for him. But he didn’t plan this night to be wasted on a quarrel with his secrete mate while his white knight was hanging there, tranquilized, striped and ready for him to mount. He had to find a subtle way to settle this argument before it blew out of proportions and ruined the evening. "Zarbon, if you don’t STOP that insane rambling of yours right now, I’m gonna do something to you that will make you unable to sit for a month! NOW SHUT UP AND LET ME ENJOY THIS MOMENT YOU GREEN HAIRED WHINER!!" Zarbon couldn’t hold his emotions in control any longer, this was too much! How could master Frieza threaten him for the sake of VEGETA??? The scum was nothing more then a treasonous RAT, while he, Zarbon had always been good to his master. Doesn’t he know how much he cared for him? Do all these years of his loyalty mean nothing to him? The tears that have been welting in his eyes could no longer be restrained, and Zarbon cried out his heart. "Master Frieza! Don’t you know what I feel for you? How much I care? How could you threaten me for this low-life here? What did he do that makes you care about him so much? Tell me!!" "You people are REALLY SICK!! Please let that Big Gay Green here stop his rambling before I’ve to throw up!!" Zarbon turned around to face the chained prince, even imprisonment couldn’t stop him from using his sharp tongue. The fallen prince had a faint grin on his face, as if he was enjoying his little triumph over his captivators. He may have lost his physical strength to fight back, but he was still able to wound these idiots with his harsh remarks. Frieza’s eyes widened as he saw Zarbon’s head changed a couple of shades of green, he knew that his young friend won’t be able to handle another insult from Vegeta without turning into that hideous blue monster his kind becomes when their rage is released. He had to calm him down before he had the chance to mash his sweet prince into a bloody pulp. Unfortunately Dodoria was rather enjoying himself at this display of utter confusing emotions. "MWAHAHAHAHA!! That little vegetablehead is right! You sound totally sissy man!! What got in to you Zarbon? Did the pink fairies pay you a little visit last night?" Zarbon cried out in utter anger. Rage was swirling in his stomach, boiling up like lava in the deepest bowels of a planet. He felt his muscles bulge against his armor. He became huge. His skin became scrubby and rough, his eyes protruded like two ping pong balls on tiny sticks while his once smooth and shiny green hair became messy and dull. His mouth grew wider and a maniacal and sadistic grin appeared. The blue monster snorted like an enraged bull. Blinded by pure anger, he stormed at the defenseless prince, his huge claws stretched in front of him, ready to crush anything that came between them. "NO ZARBON!!! STOP THIS!! CONTROL YOURSELF!!!! I COMMAND YOU!!!!!" |