"Tsk Tsk….Bad little monkey. You should know better than to make me wait." Freiza cooed as he brought his misshapen foot down on Vegeta's skull. The Saiyan prince attempted to remain silent, to preserve his pride, the only thing he had left. He bit down hard on his lower lip, drawing blood as the pressure increased.
Two weeks ago Vegeta had been called by the tyrant for a planetary cleansing. There had been nothing different about this place, and Vegeta had gone alone as his tormentor had requested. It hadn't taken long to destroy the heap of rubble, only two days, but when he had returned Freiza had been less than pleased.
"Oh Vegeta!" He had smiled vindictively at the young prince. He lifted his fleshy tail to caress his face. Vegeta's body went rigid as he attempted not to show his fear, but he could not help the shiver that wound its way up his spine at the contact. Freiza smiled victoriously as the Saiyan stiffened. He knew. He always knew when the young prince was frightened and he seemed to feed off of it. "You took so long…I was beginning to think that you weren't coming back."
Truthfully he had thought about it. He thought about it every time he left on a solitary mission. What if he just never came back? It would be so simple to disappear into the deep, never-ending void of space. However, he knew his dreams would never come to fruition. This tyrant would always find him and no one in the galaxy could stop him…..At least….not yet.
"My apologies Lord Freiza." He ground out through his teeth, the words tasting of vinegar as he forced them off of his tongue.
"Don't apologize." Freiza cooed, his smile growing ever larger. "Just don't do it again." His tail pulled back and Vegeta braced himself for the blow that he knew was coming. This was the same game they always played, and Vegeta had memorized every move Frieza made, as if it were a simple game of chess.
First he moved his pawns. Frieza's tail recoiled and hurtled into Vegeta's cheek, sending him sliding across the floor of the ship. Pain seeped through his skin to the deep confines of his body, muddying his mind as he struggled to his knees.
Then the queen. The tyrant grinned and strode up to Vegeta, his face overflowing with twisted pleasure at the control he had over the proud prince. He picked up his foot and jabbed it into Vegeta's chin. He landed on his back, and this time he could not gather the strength to pull himself upright.
He moved in on his opponents King, ready for the kill. His foot came down hard on Vegeta's skull, grinding his head into the floor of the ship. Soon, the prince could hold his silence no longer and a grunt of pain escaped his throat and his teeth released his lower lip, now open and bleeding.
Check. Vegeta could feel his mind becoming murky and his body becoming numb as he fought with unconsciousness, willing his eyes to remain open. Freiza's laugh seemed to echo in his head as his ears popped from the pressure on his skull. His eyes drooped, becoming too heavy for his broken body to lift and his mind became blank. Blackness drifted in overtaking him, dragging him into the oblivion of unconsciousness.
Checkmate.