Disclaimer: Dragon Ball Z is Akira Toriyama's property. I just own this fanfiction.
Prologue: part four
Seeing the girl restrained to a wall with two chains wrapped around her wrists and one around her neck displeased the Saiyans; it looked very disturbing to them seeing her bones and her insides stuck out, almost entirely visible through her dirty skin. However, the girl was not showing any signs of pain in any way. "It's an honor to meet you. I've heard a lot about you."
Vegeta saw her bad, way beyond torture, condition. It was clear that she was seriously neglected; she was dehydrated and tremendously skinny. Obviously, they did not feed her correctly. Furthermore, her hair was extremely messy appeared her skin was very dirty of mud. How bad her condition appeared; he knew that she was not ugly, it was obvious that the base structure of her face would have been considered alluring if it kept clean and more fleshy than her current circumstances. She just did not have the opportunity to look after herself. For the first time of his life, he almost felt pity on someone. He knew what it was like to be neglected… and even worse shape than her.
"Vegeta, she doesn't look too good." Nappa quickly said when he heard the girl coughing; not from an infectious disease, but she was choking from the lack of cool moisture in her throat.
"Thanks for stating the obvious, Nappa." Vegeta sneered sarcastically but acted quickly, seeing her injurious situation. It would not surprise him to find her dead in a few hours. He may be bad that he took lives from people without hesitation for over a decade, but he was never cruel enough to make them suffer like this; you had to be extremely monstrous to have such a heart. Even so, Vegeta did not have the patience to torment someone this way, by any means. "Nappa, give her some water."
"Right, Vegeta!" Nappa pulled his collar open and grabbed a bottle. He saw that she was underfed; he could vividly view her fragile bones, which stuck out like she was a corps. He grabbed her head and tried to give her water himself. "Stand still," he demanded. She's like a hummingbird! Nappa thought.
"Well, if you held it right, then I will," the girl argued as she tried to aim her mouth to the bottle, but every time she got close, Nappa moved it from the spot. Maybe he does that on purpose! She thought.
Can't he do anything right? Vegeta looked visibly irritated. "Nappa, hand over the bottle to me and I'll give it to her myself, you useless good for nothing!"
Nappa was shaken aback of Vegeta's sudden rush and anger, and quickly handed the bottle over to him. What's his problem? Nappa thought. The Hell with it, in his opinion, Vegeta could do something himself for once in his spoiled life. Even better for the both of them.
What is it with Nappa that he acts so scared of Vegeta suddenly? The girl thought. Seeing him acting tough but still acted like a mouse towards Vegeta made her chuckle softly. Her mocking laughter directed at Nappa made Vegeta open up his arrogant smirk a little.
"What are you laughing at?" Nappa angrily snapped at the girl.
"It's just that you act so tough when Vegeta isn't commenting you, but if he is, you act like a coward," she could hardly say her sentence. Vegeta snickered a little at her words, though obviously she could hardly speak smoothly.
"Why, you little…!" Veins were visible from Nappa's forehead.
"Nappa, calm down!" Vegeta snapped.
Nappa breathed deeply and stretched out his body by moving his shoulder up and down, back and forward as a way of calming down and focused his energy and time watching the wall, since it was more interesting to him than to watch the girl who insulted him indirectly. He swore that he would teach her a lesson when the day comes.
The girl's eyes fixated at the bottle that Vegeta held, and he understood correctly; he grabbed her chin gently and poured water into her mouth. While she struggled to consume it, he held her head high as he helped her. Eventually, she swallowed all of it. She came a bit to her senses. "Thanks." The girl looked coolly.
Their eyes met. His eyes were so fierce. If only she knew what kind of guy Vegeta really was, she would despise him. Everything what Vegeta was and where he came from, was his duty not to let it extinct; he showed that he was a Saiyan. He was the role model for all Saiyans. I heard from my father that he is the one to look upon and that he lets everyone know what a Saiyan is about, she thought. She really missed her home planet. If only there was a way to undo everything that happened. It would be impossible, she knew, but one could always hope for the better. It could also start by searching for other remaining Saiyans that she yearned to meet for so long.
Vegeta let go of her, gently to avoid breaking her weak bones. He truly hated to be careful.
The girl was troubled over Vegeta's opinion about her, now that she was dirty and skinny. She could not accuse him; she should not have her biggest battle of her life on Planet Konrad. Now that it actually occurred, she should be conscious of the fact that she would not have crashed on Planet Arlia, the ugliest planet in the universe, if it were not for that combat on that pink planet, which was inhabited with mighty natives. She could have took the Arlians on like they were nothing. But I didn't have my day. I would destroy the king with my own two hands! If I'll escape somehow, she thought.