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Alright, I'm well aware that Eighteen was slightly OOC last chapter, but don't worry, that won't happen again (though I have to admit I liked that). I was just testing something. After debating with myself a little - on whether or not to go ahead and get some action started - I've decided to time skip to Frieza's visit. I want to speed things up a bit.
{ Monday Morning; four days later }
Eighteen was dressed in her usual Saiyan attire. Her face hardened, emotionless. Today, was the day. Frieza would be arriving, and they - the Saiyans, herself - would be reminded of just how inferior they were in comparison to Frieza. She hated it - no, she loathed it. It just didn't make any sense how someone so evil, could hold so much power.
She hardly got any sleep last night; In fact, it seemed like the closer Frieza's arrival came, the more frustrated she became and the less sleep she could get as a result. Then, to make matters worse, she couldn't get Raditz out of her head. She rolled her eyes, deciding not to dwell on that; it wasn't important.
The fact that Frieza would be arriving was far more important, and she honestly still had no idea if she was going to go through with what Seventeen wanted - instead of her taking whatever Frieza and his lap-dogs dished out, Seventeen wanted her to stand up for herself. She has been mentally debating it for a while, and Seventeen's ultimate dying wish was for her to train and get stronger in order to make Frieza perish. But it shouldn't be hard, she promised Seventeen she would, and she hated breaking promises...
But Frieza contained unbelievable power, and he'd throw some form of "punishment" her way - he really seemed to enjoy taunting her, along with Vegeta. And to make sure that he didn't punish her, she followed his instructions without complaint, all the while trying not to display her true emotions.
Eighteen decided to cease her thoughts; for she was had just arrived in the Conference Hall - where every Saiyan was required to be for a discussion on the day Frieza was said to arrive. She could already see some of the Saiyans practically shaking like pathetic dogs, and sweating profusely. Look at what the bastard did to us. Eighteen clenched her teeth at the mere thought. She was already worked up, and despite the situation she found herself in, today was not a good day to be worked up. Frieza would probably smell it a while away, and taunt her even more.
"Eighteen." King Vegeta called.
Eighteen wasted little time bowing. This was someone she could bow to. This was the only one the Saiyans should be bowing to. Once King Vegeta raised his hand, she stood back up, trying to control her turmoil of emotions from showing. But King Vegeta was no fool.
King Vegeta scowled. "You need to pull yourself together. Frieza will enjoy taunting you; your anger is transparent. "
"I understand, your highness."
King Vegeta waved her away, seeing no need to continue associating with her. She saw King Vegeta's face turn into one of pure fury, before he boomed, most likely due to seeing some of the Saiyans shaking like leaves, "STOP SHAKING! YOU WILL SHOW NO FEAR TO FRIEZA! WE WILL NOT GIVE HIM ANY MORE SATISFACTION!"
"That's easy for you to say! " one called back boldly, defiantly.
King Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "You dare to defy me?! Show yourself."
The Saiyan in question stood up, revealing himself. He had brown eyes, and short black hair that was just barely in a ponytail. He was a Third-Class Saiyan.
"Eighteen." King Vegeta called once more, just before she reach her seat. "I want you to make an example out of this Saiyan here."
"Still feeling bold?" King Vegeta questioned with a sneer.
The Third-Class said nothing for a moment, but finally shook his head in disappointment. "You're acting no better than Frieza."
That declaration made the King look as if he was on the verge of beating the Third-Class Saiyan; for he was baring his teeth like an wild animal, and gripping the arms of his throne-like chair.
"Come forth immediately!" King Vegeta called to the Saiyan.
Strangely enough, he followed the King's order, his face emotionless. It was if he wanted to be killed. Eighteen's eyes widened in realization once she made it back to the King's side. He was taking the easy way out.
King Vegeta turned to face her, once he made it to the front. "Break his limbs, and kill him." he ordered. Since he had the audacity to compare him to Frieza, then he'd make him suffer.
Wordlessly, Eighteen slowly walked towards the Saiyan, her face cold; She could feel everyone's eyes on her, but she didn't give it much thought. Eighteen phased behind him, putting one foot into his back while pulling both his arms back, causing him to scream in agony. She pulled as hard as could, until she heard two loud pops, signalling that both of his arms were now broken. She phased in front of him, and leg sweeped him, immediately resulting in him falling to the ground with a thud.
Once he fell, she walked over to his legs and lifted one up, before crushing it with a hard kick, and then stepping on the other one with such force until it broke as well.
"THIS IS WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO ANYONE WHO DEFIES ME!" King Vegeta roared. "Kill him."
Eighteen nodded, and lifted one hand, a pink orb forming. She let it grow in size until it was enough to kill him, before releasing it.
He was dead the minute it hit him.
"Well-done." The King praised, and Eighteen smirked faintly, before heading to her seat. "Thank you, King Vegeta." She replied coolly.
"My, my. What do we have here?" a sinister voice rang out, causing all heads to turn to the source.
"I believe, Lord Frieza, that the King of all Monkey's is having a demonstrating." Zarbon answered with a smile.
"Oh? Is that what all the fuss is about? Perhaps, I should give them a proper demonstration, then?"
Dodoria smirked. "I think you should, Lord Frieza. It seems the monkeys have grown a little cocky since your last visit.
"Well, in that case..." Frieza trailed off, raising his fingertips, and immediately killing five Saiyans with a simple death beam to each Saiyan.
Frieza laughed sadistically at the sight, before waving his hand dismissively. "King of all Monkeys, I'll have a little chat with you later. But for now, why don't you bow before me.
King Vegeta did as he said wordlessly, though Eighteen and everyone else could tell he was humiliated.
"Just who the hell do you think you are? Making our King bow before you!" a voice rang out, that Eighteen quickly identified as Bulma's and scowled. Out of all times to run her damn mouth, she was choosing now?!
"Oh?" Frieza called. "Reveal yourself if you dare."
Bulma stood up, fire clear in her eyes. "Well?" She challenged boldly. She was tired of bending to this fool's every command. She wouldn't do it any longer. Chi-Chi stood up beside her blue-haired friend as well, the same fire in her eyes. "I agree with her."
"Oh? This is interesting. What should I do with these two I wonder?"
"Nothing. " Eighteen answered coolly, raising her palm up and firing two blasts in their direction that was strong enough to knock them unconscious. "I'll take their punishment."
Frieza grinned wildly. "Oh? I think your brother rubbed off on you."
Eighteen gritted her teeth.
"Did I struck a nerve?" he purposely continued. "Silly me."
"Leave him out of this." She stated coolly, gaining her composure once more.
But Frieza wasn't having it. "Are you still sore about the fact I killed your precious brother?" he taunted.
Eighteen shut her eyes, her fists clenched. She couldn't let him say those things about Seventeen. Seventeen wouldn't allow it happen to her. No, Seventeen would have stood up for her, and she'd do the same. It looks like my decision is made then.
"Screw you." She spat.
Frieza looked taken a back for a moment, but frowned. "I guess you need to be taught a lesson." he feigned sadness. "But I suppose just this once I can let you take the punishment for the other two, plus more...after all, I have the perfect thing in mind." Frieza paused, a smirk on his face. "You see, Zarbon has had his eye on you for a while now...need anything more be said?"
Fear flashed in Eighteen's eyes, as she unconsciously took a step back.
Frieza's smirk widened. "Afraid are you? No worries. Zarbon will go easy...at least I think."
Nothing but pure lust showed in Zarbon's eyes. "May I, Lord Frieza?"
"Sure, go right ahead, Zarbon. I'm sure everyone will enjoy the show."
Eighteen's eyes widened, as his words sunk in, and as Zarbon approached her. Getting a grip on herself, she sneered, "If you think I'm going to let you molest me, in front of everyone, you have another thing coming. "
"Silly, me." Zarbon dismissed, before phasing behind her, and grabbing her brown tail, resulting in her being defenseless as she dropped to her knees. "Who said I'd let you?"
Raditz had enough of this. He wouldn't watch this. He phased in between the two, his own hand griping Zarbon's wrist. "That's enough."
"And who are you to tell me what to do?" Zarbon sneered. "Lord Frieza, what should I do with him?"
Frieza shrugged. "Whatever you please."
Raditz tried his best not to lose his grip on Eighteen, but he was beaten badly, and the pain was immense. After he had stepped in, Zarbon grabbed Eighteen by the hair, and him by the tail, suddenly leading them elsewhere. He was beaten, and forced to watched as he molested Eighteen. He growled in anger. If he hadn't stepped in, this would have taken place in front of everyone else.
The nerve of that bastard. He couldn't wait to kill him.
As for Frieza, that monster even had the nerve to assign them a purging mission afterwards. Raditz sighed as he looked down at the unusually quiet woman he was carrying in his arms. She hadn't said anything. For the past four days, she has been on his mind, and he didn't know what to think of it. They hadn't really seen each other in the past four days, excluding the Dining Hall, but he could assume they were both concerned with more important things. Like how the hell to deal with Frieza...
Luckily, Gravity Machines wasn't all that Bulma developed. She made bigger pods as well. It wasn't anything fancy, and no one knew how she had got Frieza to approve, but he was still grateful. Now, the pods held room for two people and even contained small beds, along with a washroom.
He had no idea how long this purging mission was suppose to last, but he'd enjoy every minute of it. Any time away from Frieza was enjoyable.
A/N: Alright, Eighteen and Raditz will be on a purging mission together. Don't worry about Eighteen. I can reassure you she'll be fine. Really. All of this is happening for a reason, so keep that in mind. Special thanks to Aeternus Rosa and LyraRayne. I really appreciate you two's support. Your reviews motivate me to update faster. And about the whole scene with the Third-Class Saiyan defying King Vegeta. He wanted to get killed on purpose, and he did take the easy way out of having to face Frieza. Eighteen realized that, though. Oh, I did think about having Vegeta do it instead, but I figured the Eighteen was much cooler than Vegeta, in my opinion.
