'Ok, well, the last chapter was a bit graphic…and this one may be worse. This is a chapter that will be about what happened to Vegeta so for those who don't want to read it….DON'T. But if you do, please review. Warning: very graphic. Torture and abuse.'
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. Akira Toriyama does!
Chapter 3
He sat at the end of the bed, he stammered as he spoke. Bulma sat next to him, her arms around his shoulders as he retold the tale of horror. The way he told made her feel as if she was there. He finished where the creatures had their sights on him and he stopped. Many times, Bulma feared that he would cry or leave or do something to take his mind off the horrific events he tried to forget. She felt like crying herself. How could someone go through that? How could a six year old experience it? He was traumatized, but Vegeta was such a strong and resilient character that he had managed to bury it deep within him. But now it was all coming back. Somehow, these things found him again.
Bulma rubbed his shaking back, trying to relax him. Her hands slid over the long-sleeved, white cloth shirt he was wearing. His pants were just a plain pair of gray baggy pajama pants. He swallowed as he gazed at the floor, preparing to continue on with the one most terrifying moment he had ever encountered in his entire life.
"So, how did you escape?" Bulma asked as she leaned her head on his shoulder.
He sighed and looked away. "I'll get there."
She nuzzled his neck and comforted him. "Take your time."
His dark eyes gazed at the far wall as he pictured the shadowed creature of his nightmares and opened his mouth to speak.
…
The shimmering, cold eyes of death peered over his young face.
"Are you ready to have some fun?"
The prince wanted to flee so badly, but his body wouldn't respond. It hurt. His shaking was so bad he though he might fall apart. His wide eyes followed the creature as he circled the small child, gazing at him with much interest.
"Why-why are you going to torture me?"
The yellowed grin appeared again. "It is just our custom. We like to show off our art before we merely kill someone."
Vegeta's small lip quivered again. More tears rolled down his young face. "Don't do this."
"Why!" The creature demanded suddenly flying to Vegeta's side. The stench was overwhelming to Vegeta's delicate senses. "You came here with you little friends to destroy us! Why shouldn't we kill you?"
"Because I would never do this!" Vegeta screamed. "I'm an efficient killer. I don't take joy in tormenting."
"Oh but you do," the deep hissing voice mused. The rotted fingertip traced across Vegeta's face. "I saw it in your mind. Your ego rises with every creature you kill. Sure you may not torture your victims as I do, but you get satisfaction. If you had not come here to die, you would be a mindless killing machine, as you grew older. You would have been Frieza's little puppet, my prince."
The room was instantly filled with Vegeta's shrill voice screaming with rage. How dare this monster taunt him before he did unspeakable things to him. What did it know about him? Vegeta growled as ferociously as he could and tried to thrash off the table, but he barely turned his head and shoulders in the process. The movement caused him to grow exhausted and his foot began to ache horribly. He cursed himself for being so stupid. He knew that he needed his energy to survive the upcoming torment he was about to endure.
"Are you finished with your tantrum?"
Vegeta moaned and looked away from his captor. He heard a clink of tools and his heart sank. A cold dread filled him and he forced himself to turn his head and look. His expression must have been a look of pure terror, because the phantom hovering above him smiled and chuckled lightly. Vegeta felt his mouth curl up into what might have looked like a strange grin, but was actually teeth-clenching horror.
The shadow man held in his hand a pair of cruelly curved scissors as large as Vegeta's head. He descended upon the boy and grinned as the table shook from Vegeta's compulsions of terror. The razor-sharp scissors were coated with blood and chunks of hair and rust. Vegeta squeezed his eyes shut and waited for the pain. But none came. He heard a snap and another snap and realized that his armor had come loose. His tormentor removed his armor from his upper body and tossed it into the corner.
No. His one protection. The tiny saiyajin lay helpless on the table that was stained with blood and who knows what else, in nothing but his stretchy blue under-clothes. His tail tightened around his waist as fear gripped him. Now it would begin. He gazed up at the lifeless eyes that stared down at him and tried to tell himself to relax. But how that was possible he didn't know. He was going to die. No, he was going to be trapped within the mind of this phantom creature forever, being tortured for eternity. He was never going to get more powerful, he was never going to become a super-saiyajin, he was never going to grow older, he was going to die. The last prince of the saiyajin was a goner.
He told himself to be strong. He told himself to show no fear, to bite his lip and show no pain. But he couldn't. What was the point? He had already given it away that he was so scared. The creature read his mind and knew that it had won. Vegeta decided to give in to the pain. Hopefully he'd lose his mind and wouldn't know what was happening in time.
It appeared out of nowhere. The needle the size and thickness of a pencil plunged non-stop into his abdomen six times before he even knew what happened. Vegeta screamed and writhed, tears pouring from his face as he bawled. He was able to handle a lot of pain, and being a saiyajin, he had tough skin, but the thing that horrified him, the thing that made him filled with the most terror, was that the fact that it was beginning. The beginning of the end was starting. His torment was underway.
"Perhaps before we get started, I should introduce myself," the husky voice rattled. "I am Lord Walcon, leader of the Shadow Demons."
Vegeta remained gasping for breath and choking on his tears as this Walcon creature waved the weapon he held in front of his watery, brown eyes. It looked like some kind of bottle opener that one would twist and the corkscrew would slowly wind down. The sick monster squeezed the sides and the long needle would dart out, perfect for quick plunges of the skin. He saw bits of bloody flesh on the end and he let out a few squeaks of horror.
Throwing his head back, Vegeta let out a scream that shook the room. It slowly ended with a pathetic sob. He vibrated with dread as Walcon placed the tool down and picked up two fuzzy pads. They were tied together with a wire and more wires that led down to the floor where Vegeta could not see. The fuzzy, earmuff looking objects were placed on Vegeta's temples. He could hear an unusual hum and then suddenly, his world exploded with pain. His body convulsed as electricity coursed through him. He chattered deliriously and shrieked as wave after wave of powerful currents flowed through him. His body felt as if it was on fire! In absolute horror, Vegeta felt his vision turn red. Then it ended. Walcon removed the pale, off-white muffs and threw them back on the table of tools.
There was no way to describe the pain he felt. He was gasping, his child-like voice wheezing and choking. Walcon said something, but it just sounded like a muffled speaker. Vegeta lay on the table, head lulled to one side as he waited for the next piece of true horror.
Vegeta found himself being turned over and he groaned as pain lanced through his shaking frame. He lay on his stomach gagging and whimpering. His eyes widened and he sobbed as he felt the cold, dead fingers on his back.
Pain. He felt the narrow, bony fingers dig into his back. They were under his skin! Vegeta tried to move, tried to squirm away, but all he could manage was to twitch and jerk under the intense pressure against his back. He screamed out a miserable sob as he trembled wildly.
"That's it. Feel my bony fingers sliding up your back. Feel my rotted nails slip into your spine."
The saiyajin's young voice went up even higher as the rotted nails scraped the bones on his spine. The pain was too excruciating. Too exhausted to keep his head up anymore, his small face fell. Moans and squeaks of agony escaped him and he sobbed into the blood stained wood.
The creature of darkness easily turned him back over and stared into the white face that held an expression of pure dread. His little mouth was open and gasping, his eyes were wide with terror as clear and bloody tears ran down his face. Walcon smirked and placed a hand on the beaten child's face. Vegeta flinched at the touch and let out a low moan.
"Such an attractive young face," the nightmarish voice said. "I wonder how you would have looked when you got older. Too bad, we'll never know….so I won't have any issues with destroying it now."
Vegeta's open mouth trembled as his twisted torturer picked up two narrow nails and waved them in front of the young fighter. Vegeta couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe this was happening. His whole body was going numb as blood seeped from the wound in his back, but he still had enough feeling in his face.
"No….no, ple-"
His plead became an insane screech at the intense impact against his face. The pain was so intense that he blacked out for a moment or two before regaining some of his senses. His left eye was a dull, clouded gray as the pain in his left cheekbone numbed that side of his face. He begged silently for death, but received none as another nail was placed further from the previous, closer to his ear. He sobbed and stared pleadingly at his captor, but received no pity.
Again he found himself black out, this time for longer, as another nail inserted into his face. As he woke, he found that he couldn't move his jaw without experiencing nauseating agony. The nail was near his left ear, but quite close to where his jaws met. With a clenched mandible, Vegeta shrieked in pain.
"Now, now."
Vegeta stared up at the creature through bleary, squinted eyes. His right eye was still clouded with a dull film of blood from the electrocution, as his left eye was barely working through a cloud of smoky darkness. His legs felt non-existent due to the hole in his back. He had no idea what condition his foot was in, but it didn't matter, because he wouldn't need his body anymore. He was a mutilated freak now and no one could help him.
"Ah, what have we here?" Walcon sneered as he fingered Vegeta's furry brown tail.
Vegeta's eyes widened as he saw his sensitive pride and joy in the grasp of the corpse before him. He shook his head frantically and groaned through a clenched jaw. Walcon gave him the most insane grin he could manage, baring the disgusting yellow teeth and tugged. The pain was even more severe than other times he had it pulled. It must have been because his back was in a horrid condition. Walcon squeezed the appendage, laughing as Vegeta screamed, his mouth aching from the nails in his face.
The creature brought the tail up to his jagged teeth and bit down. Stars exploded in Vegeta's vision and he convulsed as pain shot through his body.
"Ahhh, saiyajin blood. That has to be the tastiest I've ever had."
He felt all his energy drain out of him and he cried. His terrified sobs echoed through the now silent corridors.
"Please….please, no more."
"I suppose it is time to take you within me now."
Vegeta's eyes widened. No….NO! Anything but that. He could not spend an eternity in the mind of this psychotic torturer! He would not be able to bear a life in his mind in a room like this, stabbed into the wall like some insect. He froze in terror as he felt Walcon pick him delicately. He couldn't fight him. He was losing a battle at staying awake.
Vegeta found himself being carried down one of the haunted corridors, past rooms that held the dead and tortured. His tail hung limp from his body. Vegeta wanted nothing more than to sleep, but upon entering the newest room he found himself wide awake.
It was darker than the previous room and held more gadgets of torture. It was smaller, too, and held long troughs or basins full of, what Vegeta could tell, some sort of liquid. The water, or whatever it once was, was sludge now. Vegeta squeaked with horror as he saw that corpses of the dead lay in the liquid sludge. Decomposing, they were. Skeletons, the recently deceased, bodies that were mutilated and left to rot all floated or half sunk in the troughs.
"I figured that before I took your soul, you should get cleaned up."
Quick gasps filled the room as hysteria had now taken hold of Vegeta. He found that he could move a bit freely now and his small, once white-gloved hand gripped the phantom beasts black cloak. Vegeta convulsed as his body shook. Walcon slowly made his way to one particularly nasty basin with the remains of...something.
Vegeta screamed hysterically. He tore at the creature holding him and flailed. He foamed at the mouth and scratched at the thing's face. Walcon was surprised at the sudden strength his victim had and he yelled for Vulcher to come help. Instantly his minion appeared and both grabbed the boy. Vegeta screamed and kicked. He refused to go into that basin. He cried and scratched and flailed, trying to do anything to escape. His small fingers latched onto Vulcher's gray face and he become revolted as the skin easily pealed away and stuck his gloved hand.
"Please! PLEASE! Don't put me in there!"
But as much as he struggled, he found himself being lowered. He was forced down into the sludgy liquid and quickly threw up as the rancid taste of death entered his mouth. He thrashed and screamed as the two monsters held him in the basin. The reddish orange liquid splashed over the sides and Vegeta howled in terror as the corpse in the trough fell over near him. The crazed saiyajin could feel the bones and limbs of the rotted body against him and he grabbed onto his killers as hard as he could. The pain from his back, foot, and tail was ignored as pure, blind terror gripped the saiyajin.
Walcon grabbed his head and tried to push him under. Vegeta rabidly swung at his two captors and gripped the edges of the watery grave.
"Feisty once we have here!" Vulcher sneered.
Vegeta let out a scream of anger and quickly found himself under the deadly slime. Still he thrashed and screamed as the foulest tastes entered his mouth. His tail flung through the air, its skinless tip slapping the side of the metal basin painfully. He was let up again and still he screamed. His frantic hands gripped Walcon's robes as he cried.
"PLEASE! I don't want to die! Get me out of here! PLEASE! PLEASE!"
The two shadow demons laughed at his pleas and gripped him tighter. Walcon's cold hand tightened around the saiyajin's narrow throat as Vulcher pushed his shoulders down, trying to force him under again. Through his exhaustion and pain, Vegeta fought still. He couldn't stand this torture. He couldn't stand being in a trough of decaying flesh and forced under like it was his grave. His small hands ripped through Walcon's cloak as he begged for his life.
"No! NNOO! Please! Not again! NO!"
Just as the murky liquid rose up to his chin he heard a familiar voice bellow out. The two torturers stopped as a terrified Vegeta clung to the side of the narrow trough, his tail flung over the opposite side closest to the demons. He didn't turn to look, but simply stared at the far wall, tears streaming from eyes and whimpers of terrors echoing throughout the room filled with death basins.
"Release the boy, now."
Walcon and Vulcher released their victim and straightened up, looking at the two that stood before them. Vegeta remained clinging to the edge of the trough shaking and chattering deliriously.
The man in the saiyajin armor stood with his arms crossed over his chest. His long, green braided hair hung over one shoulder as he took in the place of death. He had never seen anything like this. It disgusted him. His fat pink partner, Dadoria, shuddered as his black eyes scanned the room. Frieza's henchman could see the shaking prince clinging to the side of the basin he was, not even looking at them. Small squeaks of terror and shudders echoed throughout the room. Whatever the creatures had done to him must have been awful if a little arrogant prince like him was reacting this way. Their eyes fell on his skinned tail that wrapped around the other edge of the trough and they eyed each other suspiciously.
"We will take the boy now and then you will have to answer to Lord Frieza," Zarbon explained calmly.
Whoever these people were, they were obviously powerful. Zarbon knew that the prince would never let his guard down and he knew that he was one of the most powerful fighters in Frieza's army. These creatures were a strange mystery and he knew that he and Dadoria had to be on their guard.
"I'm afraid that you will just have to tell this Frieza that he'll be leaving without his prized possession. The prince belongs to me now."
Walcon chuckled and leaned over to stroke Vegeta's sticky, bloody hair. The boy let out a loud sob and clung to the side of the trough more. Tears ran down his face and only then, when Walcon had moved, did Frieza's men see the nails protruding from the saiyajin's cheek.
Zarbon crouched into a fighting position.
"If you want to do this the hard way then so be it," his accented voice snarled. "Your planet is going to be destroyed anyway!"
The shadow demons scowled at the threatening soldier and stared at him with shimmering eyes. Dadoria, too, prepared for a fight. The pairs of enemies glared at each other, each vibrating with energy. Just as Zarbon was about to launch himself, a delicate, feminine clearing of the throat was heard. Zarbon's copper eyes widened and he glanced behind him. Smirking he relaxed, as did Dadoria. The small figure stood behind them, his arms clasped behind his back and his black lips smirking. Frieza's red eyes scanned the room and fell on the bloodied, torn Vegeta. He scowled as his young cadet trembled.
"Am I to presume that Jhanis and Gard are dead?"
His answer was met with a high-pitched shudder from Vegeta as the young boy recalled what happened to them. Walcon glared at the horned headed tyrant. The shadow demon knew that he was no match for Frieza's strength or speed. The creature hated being shown up in front of his people and he absolutely hated what he claimed his to be taken from him, but he would have to leave for now.
Walcon turned to Vulcher and their dead cold eyes met. The taller monster turned a shining gaze on his trembling victim who still clung to the side of the basin. Grinning, he turned back to Frieza.
"You can never destroy us. It is not possible. But alas, I shall leave for now, but be warned, emperor of the galaxies. I will have this boy in my collection and there will be nothing you can do to stop it."
Frieza's young features contorted into rage. His teeth clenched and he raised a small, rosy hand. "We shall see about that!"
Mesmerizing energy shot from the powerful lizard's hand into Walcon and then into Vulcher. With their strange moans they shrieked and vanished into thin air. The room became silent except for the strangled gasps coming from the filthy trough that held Vegeta. Frieza scowled and then turned quickly.
"Bring him to the ship. I will be blowing up this useless planet in ten minutes."
And with that the powerful leader turned on heel and walked away. Zarbon and Dadoria looked at each other.
"You do it, Zarbon. I'm not putting my hand in that mess!"
The turquoise-skinned warrior blanched. "No way am I fishing him out!"
The pink blob Dadoria growled angrily and walked over to the basin. He gagged as he came closer to the smell and the dead body accompanying Vegeta. He reached down with a shaking hand and then pulled away. It was like the boy was in a daze. He continued to stare at the far wall, shaking and shuddering the whole time. Dadoria could not touch him. He straightened up and lifted his foot. He shoved the rusted basin over so the entire thing tipped and went crashing to the ground.
Vegeta went into hysterics, thinking he was going to be shoved under the awful sludge again. His screeches of terror hurt his superiors' ears as he writhed on the floor. Zarbon stepped forward, holding his hand to his nose and gasped as he looked at the boy's condition.
There was a large gash in his back. He noted the two nails in Vegeta's cheek. Two blackened scorch marks rested on the temples of his young face and his tail….gods, his tail was shredded. Zarbon knew how sensitive a saiyajin's tail was, considering he was always giving the boy's a good yank from time to time. His copper eyes drifted down to his foot where he almost gagged. It was barely hanging to the leg. Muscle and sinew held it loosely as a bone splintered from under the skin. Vegeta needed medical help and fast. He glared at Dadoria as the fat idiot watched the saiyajin tremble.
"You dolt," Zarbon snarled as he carefully leaned down and picked up the dripping, slimy prince. He threw him over his shoulder, getting a scream in the ear as he did so. Then Vegeta fell back to his whimpering sobs. Zarbon had never seen anyone in this condition before, not even after his master was finished with someone.
"Well, I didn't want to touch the stuff!" Dadoria whined as the two henchmen left the stinking room.
…
Vegeta's hazy eyes slowly opened as he gazed at his surroundings. Bright lights caused his head to pound, but he didn't care. He hoped that he had died before the creature sucked out his soul and he hoped that he was in the next life, safe from the shadow demon. He was startled as a pair of brown eyes appeared before his clouded vision. In confusion he blinked and turned his head to one side.
It came rushing back to him. Frieza had shown up. He remembered the basin he was in tipping and then nothing. Here he lay now on one of the clean, white tables in the medical room on Frieza's ship. His lip trembled and tears ran down his face. He was safe! Or as safe as one could be on Frieza's ship, but he was gone from the planet of terror. He felt a grubby hand wipe some tears from his cheeks.
"Now, now, Prince Vegeta," a raspy voice spoke. "Those tears are not good for the wounds on your face. Relax and I'll have these nails out in no time."
Vegeta's dark eyes opened and he looked down. Yes, he could still see the nails sticking out of the left side of his face. More tears flowed and he heard the doctor above him sigh. Vegeta wanted to know what happened. Where were they? What happened to the planet and the creatures? Was he really safe? He opened his mouth to say something but piercing pain shot through his head. He winced and let out a small moan.
"You probably have many questions," the doctor said as he poured some alcohol over a cotton ball.
Vegeta nodded slightly but even that hurt. His eyes looked over and he gazed out a small window that peered out of the medical bay. He stared in shock as he saw that the ship was still on ground and sitting on the glazed black and blue rocks. The bronze sky sent icy chills of fear through his spine. Before he knew it, he was bucking on the table and trying to sit up. Through clenched teeth he screamed and whined, trying to break free of the reptilian doctor's grasp.
"A little help here!"
A strong, tan hand grabbed Vegeta's wrists as he thrashed. His clouded eyes caught a glimpse of a fourteen-year-old Radditz and relief washed over him. The prince felt his eyelids droop and he allowed himself to be lowered back on the table. More tears fell and he forced his jaw to open, though it was immensely painful.
"Why are we still here," his young voice pleaded.
"You've only been out for about two minutes since Zarbon brought you in," Radditz explained. "Frieza just wanted to clear a few things up first, explore the planet and species, and then we'll leave."
Radditz looked at his tired prince and felt a wave of pity hit him. His young friend's face that was so full of fire and arrogance was now terrified and defeated. For the first time since Radditz had known him, Vegeta actually looked like a normal child. He knew that the prince had been tortured and that made his blood boil greatly. He hoped these creatures fried for what they did.
Vegeta removed his gaze from the window and glanced down to see what the doctor was doing. In his hand was a large syringe that he was filling with some kind of liquid. Vegeta moaned and looked away.
"No more needles….no more pain."
The doctor ran a scaly hand through his orange Mohawk and smiled kindly. "This is just to help numb the pain. Unfortunately I cannot put you in a regeneration tank with nails in your face and your foot practically falling off."
Vegeta felt a wave of nausea at his carefully chosen words. Radditz rolled his eyes at the doctor's attempt at humor. The needle entered his leg right above his torn ankle and the small saiyajin flinched at the contact.
"But it will still hurt."
Vegeta whimpered as the doctor pulled out some thread-like material and a long needle.
"Can't you just put me to sleep or something? Don't you have anesthetics or some sleeping gas or something," Vegeta asked as he sniffled.
"Oh no," the doctor laughed. "If I put you under in this condition you may never wake up. You're a strong saiyajin, though, you can wait for the tanks."
Radditz stood and made his way to the door.
"Wait!" Vegeta cried, gasping at the pain in his face. "Radditz, where are you going?"
The older saiyajin turned around and gave him a quizzical look. "I thought that you would want to rest."
Vegeta shook his head quickly as the doctor inserted the needle and thread into his lower leg. He grimaced and took a few deep breaths. Normally he wouldn't be such a baby about it, but that liquid that Walcon had poured on him still made his body extremely sensitive. Every time a new stitch was made it sent painful stings up to his thigh. Radditz returned and sat in a chair by the little saiyajin's side. The longhaired warrior seemed to remember something and he reached into his front chest plate. He pulled out a pill and showed it to Vegeta.
"Lord Frieza wants you to start taking these."
Vegeta eyed them wearily. He couldn't tell what color it was through his red and gray-clouded vision and he blinked in confusion.
"What is it?"
"Well, it's a pill that will help you get over what happened today."
Vegeta looked at him and grew angry. His lip quivered and he started to cry again. Radditz's eyes widened at the unexpected reaction. He was glad that Nappa was not in med bay to see this.
"What's wrong Prince-"
"Nothing is going to make me forget this! It's not possible! They're going to be after me for the rest of my life! I can't escape! I CAN'T ESCAPE! I CAN'T-"
Radditz grabbed Vegeta roughly by the shoulders. He glared into the child's terrified eyes and he shook him, causing Vegeta to scream out in pain. The doctor growled angrily as he stitched Vegeta's foot and Radditz calmed himself, but he still held the hysterical prince by the shoulders.
"No one is after you! Once Frieza destroys this planet it's done! No more! Do understand? You can't go around talking like this! You can't start going crazy! Do you know what this means?"
Vegeta merely stared at the one he thought he trusted and cried. Radditz felt him trembling under his grip and he lowered his voice.
"Frieza is going to kill you if you can't get over this. He knew that something terrible was happening on this planet when you didn't answer your scouter. He knew that he shouldn't have let you go on this mission without more powerful warriors at your side, and he regretted it immediately after you left. You know that his ship is faster than space pods so we left a couple of days after you left. That's why we were only a day away."
'A day?' Vegeta thought. 'I had to have been here longer than a day. It felt like an eternity!'
"Frieza knew of these creatures' powers and what they liked to do, but he was angry that you demanded to go off on your own so he let you, and then realized that it was a stupid mistake so we followed you. On the way here Frieza said that if you didn't recover from whatever happens to you he'll kill you. He'll kill you! That's why you need to take these pills. After a time, it'll just feel like a bad dream you can't forget. You'll be able to handle what happened and maybe someday start to block parts out. Frieza doesn't want a fighter who can't go on missions anymore and goes crazy with delusions of people following him, so it's so important that you take this pill."
Vegeta felt himself break down. More tears streamed down his face as a shaking hand reached for the thing that would help him forget: The pill that would prove he was crazy. Shame flooded him as he put it in his mouth and swallowed. It was like he was admitting to defeat and admitting that he couldn't handle anything in his life. Radditz peered at him and brought a finger to Vegeta's mouth. Gently, the older saiyajin opened the prince's jaws and made sure that the pill was gone. Vegeta coughed as his head throbbed from the motion, but he was quickly released and his teeth clenched back together.
"Alright!" The doctor said. "All done with that, now for the nails."
Moving his head back and forth, Vegeta's eyes opened again as the doctor stood over him wiping his blood-covered hands. The saiyajin's eyes kept watering as a dull ache pounded through his skull. His small hand reached up to gingerly touch his left cheek. The nails were gone, but he could feel the holes. He must have passed out from the pain. He drew his hand back and saw his white glove covered with blood. Glancing outside he was relieved to see the blackness of space.
"He still hasn't blown it yet," Radditz's voice said.
Vegeta peered at the bottom of the window and saw the black, rock planet. He glared at it bitterly as he saw a glow starting to burn outside the window. Frieza was preparing his energy to destroy the worthless piece of rock. The pink energy launched, causing the med room to become illuminated with shades of fuchsia and then the explosion was heard. Vegeta felt a wave of happiness bubble within him. It was over. The shadow demons were gone along with their awful planet. He felt his eyelids slipping as exhaustion hit him like a bag of bricks. The doctor began to wheel the table across the floor to the nearest rejuvenation chamber. Vegeta's triumphant eyes stared out into the black void of space the whole time. A smirk was about to appear on his young face as a piece of black rock floated in the distance, but instead his heart stopped.
A darkened figure crouched on the rock in the distance. Its black, wide brimmed hat blew in the non-existent wind. The black cape whipped around it, blending in with the dark space around it. Slowly, ever so slowly, the yellowed grin appeared as the creature of nightmares glared into the window and into Vegeta's soul. The purplish tongue licked its lips and then the creature shimmered and vanished. The terrified prince shook, his eyes rolled up in his head, and he passed out on the white table.
….
As Vegeta finished the story, Bulma let out a small squeak of terror, her hands to her mouth as she trembled. She saw Vegeta shake, too, but he was able to keep his composure. The entire story left her feeling sick. How could he have lived through that? How could this have happened to him? To Vegeta? Tears leaked from her blue eyes and she wrapped herself around him, shaking as badly as he was. The way he told it terrified her. It obviously terrified him to! Everything was in such fine detail. He described every sensation of horror exactly how it was.
"I thought it was real at first," Vegeta whispered as he stared at the wall as if it wasn't really there. "When I saw it out the window, I knew he was really there. But as I took the psychosis pill everyday until it became just a shadowy dream, I told myself that I had imagined it out of my terror. I truly believed that I had just hallucinated. But now I am proven wrong. I found out today that I really saw it sitting on that rock, grinning at me. And now…..now I'm done for."
TBC…
'Yay for another finished chapter. Disgusting, yes I know. It's a horror story! What will Vegeta and his earth allies do now? Please read and review!'
