Blood glides down the man's bottom lip, a sleek and perfect drip falling from his chin as it plops upon the grass. Joining the morning liquid dew upon the stands of grass and making it's way to the dirt and giving nutrition to the roots.
The Namekian holds his chest as he gasps for air. His eyes barely staying open as he struggles to keep breathing. Looking up at the sky he wonders if this is the pre-destined path he was meant to take. If this really was meant to be, if this really is the end of his life. Then who is he to judge.
"Before you finish me off. Just tell me one thing. For what reason are you searching the dragon balls for?"
His words barely make enough of a sound to reach Dodoria's ears.
"For what reason? Because my Princess wants them. What she wants them for isn't really my business. I just do as I'm told."
She leans in closer to the dying man. Dodoria smiles and reaches out, placing her hand upon the Namekians hand resting on the wound in his chest. He turns his head slightly and glances into his enemy.
Their eyes meet and more is spoken in a single glance than could ever be spoken with words. The atmosphere and aura between them share several meanings in an instant. Both understanding one another perfectly.
Are you going to kill me here? Yes. Will it be quick so you could end my suffering? Yes. Will you leave my village alone? No. Is the whole planet doomed? No.
All these things and more, it's all in her eyes. Her cold ice glance shifts as a sick grin grace her lips.
"You know. I was going to torture you and have you tell me where the dragon balls are. But something tells me that you yourself honestly don't know. Maybe I should just start asking your friends. Or maybe you have a wife and kids that could... you know. Help me out here."
Dodoria starts to charge up her hand, ready to blast this poor excuse for a fighter and finally kill him. His suffering is starting to become less and less entertaining and actually starting to become a bit annoying. She was sure that the blast had collapsed one of his lungs. It's a wonder he's still alive. His persistence is staggering.
"No, Please. I... *cough* Don't. They have nothing to do with this. I can... *cough* I can tell you who might know. Just... Leave them be. Please.*
His voice becoming softer and softer. His spirit already starting to leave the shell. At this point, the Namekian is existing between two plains of life. Both the physical and the spiritual.
Dodoria stands and looks at him.
"Speak."
Her hand now glowing as she is ready to end his life, and perhaps, grant his last wish.
"Give me your word. You will not harm the others. As a soldier."
She grunts. Had he said honor or something like that, then it would have been no big deal, but the honor of a soldier. That applied to the battlefield. The honor of a fighter.
"Alright. If you give me good information, then I'll leave them be. But if what you tell me is a lie, and worthless. Then I come back for all your loved ones. And all your villagers. Now talk before you die from bleeding out."
He begins to speak, telling her all that she wants to know. Not missing a single word, Dodoria takes in what he says. And at last, after all, is said and done, she quickly ends his suffering. Then looks to all those around her.
Frieza's men aiming at the villagers. Ready to execute them all. Ready to and eager to blast them all to dust. This here is the most entertainment the soldiers get. All Dodoria needs to say... is to open fire. Except...
"Lower your weapons. Were done here. Move out, follow me."
W- What did she say? Move out?
Not wanting to quest her, the men do as she orders. But... w- why?
On the other side of the planet, Vegeta lands beside Princess Frieza. Just a few kilometers from another village. This one supposedly has a chieftain that has a dragon ball under his protection. This little town is also supposed to have three of the strongest fighters on this planet.
Frieza is a bit interested in seeing what these green men have to offer.
But... Before they go to the village, Frieza wishes to speak to Vegeta. A little guidance and order to him before anything is done. After all, she doesn't want him to kill everyone. Not just yet.
"Vegeta."
He stops. A bit nervous from all the other recent times she has spoken to him. Last time she made things so complex that he wasn't exactly sure what the point of it all was. Just... please not again. Not right now.
"Yes, Princess Frieza?"
She begins to exit out of her little bubble car, crawling out and gracefully sliding off the edge and landing her feet on the floor and makes her way to the Prince of Saiyans.
"I wanted to ask you to please not kill everyone. And to allow me to do most of the talking. Should anyone attack, I believe that I can handle them. If I need you to step in and do a little dirty work, I'll ask you to do so. Can we agree on that?"
Did... Did Vegeta hear correctly? Frieza saying the words... Please, I can handle them, Can you agree on that? It's a bit new to him. All this special treatment. This is definitely all new. This in a way really is a bit of a different Frieza.
No... No not different. This Frieza is... she must just be acting a little different because of the wish. Yes, that's it. Because of the wish, the dragon balls can grant her. So as a result, Frieza is just acting differently because she knows that she has a chance of having her wish granted.
Anyone would act differently. Yeah, that's it. ... but... Wouldn't she be acting nervous and overly anxious? Oh well, I guess everyone is a little different.
"I understand perfectly Princess." He says in a calm and collected voice.
However, he takes full note that Frieza is looking at him... THE WHOLE TIME HE WAS THINKING AND THEN SPEAKING. Why? Calculating his actions perhaps?
"Alright. Let's go." She steps forward and begins to glide gracefully to the town. The Namekians glance up once Vegeta powers up a bit and follow the Princess. The sound of his power shatters the sound barrier for a whole five city blocks.
Frieza giggles softly at Vegetas action.
"He's always trying to prove something to himself. Adorable."
Her thoughts not on what they are doing right now, and more on the man behind her. Frieza's focus is not on what she is doing, causing her to slow down a bit more and lower down like some sort of strange creature from beyond the stars. Which she is.
Giving her the element of surprise and theatricality. Intimidating the people before her even more.
"What do you want here creature? We are peaceful people. We welcome you to our village if you are friendly and come in peace."
The elder standing before them begins to sweat as he begins to notice Frieza's power level hidden deep within her.
"Oh we come in peace, or we come in the spirit of battle. Or we have come to kill you all. It all depends on how you react to my request."
In a nervous and stuttering tone, the old man manages to respond to her. Knowing that what this creature before him wants. He already knows she has come for the legendary items. And he knows that she can already tell what she is thinking.
"I think you know why I'm here. If you hand over the dragon ball, no one has to die."
Vegeta looks at Frieza in disgust. Usually, he himself is rather cold and calculating in his missions. Able to do whatever it takes to get the job done. But one thing is for sure. Vegeta never kills children. Or anyone that has nothing to do with a battle. He just doesn't kill the innocent.
Those who are not involved in combat should be left alone.
He folds his arms and looks away with a bit of a grunt under his breath. This, does not go overlooked by Princess. This action is noticed. A sign of someone not happy with her.
"Do you have something to add Vegeta?"
She asks in a cunning way, wanting him to speak his mind. In hopes of keeping him happy while the both of them are alone. Or ... at least as alone as the two of them can be while in front of a small bunch of towns people in a primitive village.
"It just seems to me that pain would be a much more motivating factor rather than killing them all. If we kill everyone, or all of the ones he loves. That takes away his reason to live. Which means he isn't going to talk. If we just hurt him, them he will tell us everything."
Frieza laughs a little.
"I didn't know you like torture Vegeta. I would have never taken you for a sadist."
Vegeta instantly looks at her and counters her words with his own. Giving her the most obvious of answers. And rather, a very entertaining notion.
"I am not a sadist. I'm merely stating that torture would work wonders on this old bag of bones."
Torture... hm-
"Alright, then Vegeta. We will do this your way."
She turns around and faces him with a sensual smile. Very pleased with his idea. If this is his view, then perhaps he can do this for her. Perhaps it is time to really test Vegeta. Yes.
A plan begins to form in her cunning maze of a mind.
"My Vegeta. Tell you what. How about this. I leave you with the job of finding all the dragon balls. Gather them for me. Do it the way you think is right. And then, after everything, you come to me. And in return, I shall give you a reward like no other. Is that satisfactory?"
w... What did she just say? An offer like that?
This... is exactly what he wanted. A chance at being alone. To gather the dragon balls for himself. Out of her view. Out of her sight. He can make the wish for himself. No one watching him, or giving him orders.
All he would need to do is stay low and out of the detection of the scouters. He's stronger and faster now, he can take out her soldiers and her best men before anyone knew what hit them.
He smiles and nods to her.
"As you wish my Princess, it shall be done."
Frieza, this is going to be the single most biggest mistake of what's left of your life. Just you wait. All the suffering you put me through, payback is coming.