Up for Interpretation

Chapter Nine
Sponge

Knowing that - despite all of their efforts and planning - Freeza still came out as the victor, he had to show his insubordination just one last time before he went. Vegeta pressed his upper body up a bit with the one arm they had left unbroken before he spat blood out at a pair of white and black feet.

"Lord Freeza!" Zarbon called out, scandalized on his behalf.

Lord Freeza did not speak, did not move, and did not blink. Only after about a moment of absorbing the information that Vegeta had spit at his feet did he do something, and Vegeta was shocked to see an almost sweet smile develop on his doll-like features.

He looked devilish.

"Mr Zarbon, be a dear, and find me something sharp - a knife would be preferable."

Vegeta had once had the displeasure of a mad whore stabbing a knife into his side, and twisting the blade inside of him. The prince didn't know what Freeza had in mind for the knife. Yet surely it would not be as terrible as a cold blade sliding into his side while showering, all the warmth in him pooling out onto the floor with the water as said blade scrambled his organs. It had not been worth it especially since the whore had not been his in the first place!

As Freeza closed in on him, however, with a silver blade glinting off of the sun, he began to dread worse than the humiliation caused by the manic prostitute.

Crouching down beside him, Freeza grasped a handful of his hair, yanking him up into the air, his freshly crunched limbs raging at him, and Vegeta bit his tongue as if that would distract him from the rest of the pain. As it was, he unintentionally snipped off a bit of his own tongue, but that was the last thought on his mind as Freeza slid the broken piece of glass into his mouth - through his right cheek - and cut to the left, toward the corner of his lips. Unable to grit his fangs as the glass was between them, he endured the sudden act with wide eyes, his eyebrows and lips twitching in spasms until the broken shard finally sliced through his lips.

When Vegeta was on the ground again, his raised his unbroken forearm to his mouth in an attempt to stop the bleeding as much as he was able. Freeza laughed, "To get your spit on me now, you'd have to lick my feet." He offered a clawed foot to the prince.

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Gokuu gaped at the man standing above her, watching his eyes roll around unsurely like he was unused to doing the act on his own, and her heart went out to him for the few brief moments of his calmness and how he seemed to absorb his surroundings in a careful manner. After that moment, he took better stock of his locale, and looked at Tenshinhan with Yamucha, both of whom were staring at him warily. Brolli dropped his father's now soft head, and lifted his hand to lick at the blood, ignoring Tenshinhan and Yamucha completely while he walked around the field that constituted as Gokuu's yard.

As soon as his back was turned, Gokuu's hand darted out to find Kuririn's neck, checking his pulse, and relaxed upon finding it still strong. After that, she searched for the Hermit Bean that had been taken from Paragus. She found it still clutched in Kuririn's slack hand, and then swallowed it, not bothering to chew the magical bean at all.

Feeling her body stitch itself together, she glanced up to see Brolli starting to sneer at Tenshinhan and Yamucha, his energy abruptly lashing out, and crackling dangerously around with green flashes of lightning. She nearly cringed when her healed body flushed with warmth and a strange sense of need that was completely new. Reaching out for the golden armband that was still clinging to Paragus' wrist, she managed to yank it off before Brolli noticed her.

He merely laughed, pressing his foot up against her stomach, shoving Gokuu onto her back to keep her there securely. Groaning from the pain caused by the pressure of his boot smashing her into the ground, her hands fumbled blindly at the odd band, and he sneered at her, the green lightning flickering about him quicker.

"Kakarotto ...!" Brolli's fist abruptly closed in over her head, "You weakling ...!"

Crying out as she felt her head being compressed tightly, her grip on the band loosened, however she held tight enough to it so that she could slip it onto her hand. Just as she became aware of a new perception bleeding into her being, Yamucha and Tenshinhan charged at Brolli.

Gokuu heard bones snap before she saw them landing, and she paled as she felt their energy spike down. Their groans of pain reassured her that they were alive, yet the draining of their energy had severely alarmed her. Tenshinhan climbed back up first, clutching at his upper arm to keep it still - she could see that it was bent at an unnatural angle - and then Yamucha shook his head hard, and shifted to push his torso up, supported by his elbows as he then complained softly about his leg.

As Brolli began to shake her head about in his hand, she grasped at his wrist in panic, and he grated out between his fangs, "No ... no! Take it off!"

His other hand clasped around her wrist where the armband was, tugging at it as if to tear it straight off, but she found the strength to pull her hand away from his before anything gruesome happened to it. Bucking and thrashing, Gokuu loosened his grasp on her head, and she collapsed back onto the ground to scramble away. The large, male Saiyajin howled then, a tenor wail of anguish, and her eyes widened, stunned by the rampage of emotions and sensations bursting through her mind. Biting down onto her tongue, she tasted blood as it seeped out of her mouth, moaning as the new feelings and thoughts - those of another's mind - bombarded her.

Can't let you in. Fucking ... No, no ...! Get out! Out! Out! Out! Out! Out! Stop it! You shouldn't have touched it! Shouldn't've put it on. I'll crush you, and free myself at last! The bastard is dead ... so now the bitch must die ... Then she won't haunt me so. Leave me alone! Kill her! Kill her! Kill! His hand wrapped around her throat, lifting her much frailer form high into the air, Don't hold still! Squirm! Die in agony! I won't let you live! Just die! It's all come down to this! So die! Wincing hard as he squeezed, she clutched at his wrist again, releasing a soft pained bleat, "Die, Kakarotto! Die!"

Please ... Please, she intoned in her mind, unable to vocalize it with her voice box being constricted, and watched Brolli's face twist into an unimaginably hideous smirk, smug the entire time until what she said hit home, Kui is still loose ... Tell my friends to get away from this place, please ...

Brolli twitched violently. Dropping her as if the barest touch of her flesh was searing off his own, he toppled backwards, and clutched at his head, No! I won't! I won't do it! Get out of my head!

After falling onto her knees, Gokuu lurched up to her feet, staring at him in confusion before she took note of the jewel glowing at his forehead, and that the gem on the armband was shining with the same brilliance. Horrified, she tore it off, What have I done? Kami-sama, I don't want to control him!

Lies! Lies! She paled, and pressed a hand to her forehead, backing down a step in surprise as his voice continued to echo in the recesses of her head even without the wristband. That she was still able to hear his thoughts was astounding, yet what surprised her more was that he would think like that, and assume the very worst of her. The Saiyajin girl crept forward, bringing the armband with her.

She heard Tenshinhan shouting out to her, "What are you doing?"

"Gokuu-chan, don't!" Was what Yamucha said, but, compelled to do Brolli some good, she stood before him, and broke apart the armband before his eyes.

When he didn't move, and she could hear nothing from his side of their pseudo link, she reached up on her tiptoes to grasp his headband. He shuddered, and, in her hesitation, Brolli grasped her wrists, and swung her away from himself, her smaller body crashing into trees she met on the way to the ground. Rolling a bit with the momentum, she used it to roll back up to her feet. Frowning softly at Brolli still standing with the emerald flashes of lightning surrounding him, Gokuu felt something tickle her mind like the flickering of total shock from his end.

You should be dead ... Growling, he charged up, and summoned a deep forest green energy ball into his right hand, Why aren't you dead, Kakarotto?

... I'm not Kakarotto! My name is Son Gokuu!

His eyes widened before he hissed, and shook his head, his hand clutching next to his temple as she felt his head abruptly ache in confusion. No ... No, Kakarotto!

As his energy ball sailed towards her, she suddenly realized why he was so stunned that she was alive from a simple throw. By no means was the ball a slow one or even possessing of a moderate speed, but it looked that way to her, and her body quivered with power before she ricocheted it back almost effortlessly, and followed close after it for an ambush after the ball hit him.

However, the energy inside of her fluctuated, rebelling against her, so she instead careened to the side at a safe distance from Brolli. Hissing, she landed gingerly as the energy broiled, sending lances of pain shooting throughout her body.

When the smoke cleared, it was to show that Brolli had collapsed, and she whimpered before she collapsed bonelessly to the grass beside him.

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"Because you're all cowards! Even worse than monsters!"

Radittsu twitched, and bit his lip hard enough to let a drop of blood seep out before he lapped it up, feeling it heal quickly from his saliva.

"We're going to have to eventually," Vegeta grated out, and Nappa sneered at nothing on the ground as they tracked down Kui up in the air. "And what luck! She's in heat right now, Nappa. At the very least, we can make an attempt."

Nappa's lips twisted distastefully for a long until he looked at him, and even then the grimace was upon his face, "And what then? When she's with child and bears your brats, what are we to do then?"

He went quiet for a moment, and Radittsu cocked his head in the wind just in case Vegeta's voice would be soft like he sometimes did after he was thinking, "The original plan was to disappear, and die off, wasn't it? This time we must disappear, and rebuild." Looking around, he then said, "But not here. This planet is lush, yes, but the low gravity here will weaken our species, and we must stay as strong as possible."

"A coward! You're a dirty coward!"

"It's a good thing we were made for living in small groups," Turles said almost to himself, surprising the younger man. Then he grinned, and waggled his eyebrows at Radittsu, "I always wondered how she would feel."

Rolling his eyes, Radittsu turned away from him as he attempted to shut him out, "Because you have nothing better to do."

"Oh, come on," he said, "when we're repopulating, we'll be on top of her all the time. It's not like our incest will produce mentally retarded brats-"

"Don't get ahead of yourself!" Vegeta called from the front, and then his head jerked subtly. After that, Radittsu knew why that was as his own scouter alerted him of two power levels of around twenty-thousand and climbing.

The origin of this energy came from where they had left Kakarotto, and her power level - which had been a little above a thousand his last scan - was no where to be found. He listened to the others converse to the prince, and as Nappa laughed, "Now you can really show off that power level, Vegeta. Go ahead, we'll follow and watch you pulverize whoever it is. With your strength, you'll be unbeatable!"

"And who are you to say anything about strength? You who won't even face his own enemy head on! ... You let others fight for you, Radittsu. That's no way for a warrior - any warrior to live! If you really are my brother, then I'm ashamed that you're my flesh and blood."

"... Shit! Kakarotto?"

Ignoring the bewildered cries of his teammates, Radittsu burst ahead of them to fly back to Kakarotto's home. Both of the power levels rose to twenty-three thousand before his scouter blew, but he only sped up.

Upon not finding Kakarotto where they had left her to lay - instead finding the corpse of Paragus, and a collapsed alien - Radittsu had searched all around and inside of the house for his younger sister before he found her near the edge of the forest. Briefly scowling at the sight of Brolli beside her, he rushed to kneel next to her prone body, and checked her pulse.

After the first shock of her strongly beating pulse, he looked over her wound only to find none.

"What the hell is going on here?" He heard Vegeta behind him.

Looking back at him, and then at Kakarotto again, he shook his head, "I wish I knew ..." Kakarotto stirred then, and he grinned almost foolishly, switching to the tongue which she used, "Hey, wishes do come true."

She blinked blearily up at him before she smiled sweetly, "Of course, they do."

Clearing his throat, he stood up, taking her with him into his arms, "You feeling okay there?"

"Yeah," she claimed after a moment of self-assessment, and then wriggled in his arms with a brighter grin. "Hey, I'm not some little kid. Lemme down."

He swallowed nothing before he settled her onto the ground, and then glanced over at Vegeta who was looking her up and down critically, "I guess you're not at that ... So what happened here?"

"Oh, I ... Oh!" Slipping her wrist out of his grasp, she turned to where Nappa and Turles were lifting Brolli up - Nappa holding his shoulders, and Turles with his legs - and prodded at his chest, "I never got to find out why he collapsed like that."

"Just a few energy blast burns. Nothing serious." Turles took at glance at the suddenly furious prince as well before he answered her, and then exclaimed in an attempt to get her attention away from Brolli, and direct it elsewhere, namely their sovereign - who by rank and power had the right to impregnate her first, "He always was a lightweight, Kakarotto. Prince Vegeta wouldn't have fallen from whatever measly blast him took down."

Kakarotto looked up with a confused expression written all over her face, "Measly?" Shaking her head, she clasped Brolli's upper arm, and Radittsu heard a soft growl behind him, "It wasn't small at all!"

"Rrgh ... Kakarotto!" She finally looked at Vegeta, and tilted her head to the side curiously, "Get over here. We need to talk."

"We do?" She started to frown, crossing her arms across her chest then, and shaking her head after a thoughtful look on her face, "I don't think so."

"What do you mean, you don't think so?" He hissed through his fangs, and stepped toward her threateningly.

Radittsu jumped when he heard a harsh snarl, and turned to see that Nappa and Turles had been so shocked by the fierce sound from Brolli that they had dropped him.

With a soft laugh, Kakarotto went to kneel beside him on the ground, "So, you're waking up now?" However, the man merely grunted, and then didn't stir again. She pouted, and poked at him before she shrugged, standing up straight.

Swallowing nothing, Radittsu turned his head aside when he saw Vegeta stomp toward her.

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Frowning when Vegeta took a hold of her upper arm, Gokuu glanced over her shoulder at him, and then yelped when he yanked her toward the house. Gokuu straightened herself so that she could walk with him, "Hey! Vegeta, what are you doing?"

"No, what are you doing? You're ignoring your body's urges! You should be offering yourself to the strongest male as any self-respecting female would do while in heat."

She scoffed as she pondered where the power she had before had gone to, "And why should I do that? I don't have any of those 'urges.'"

"As young as you are, I'm not surprised then, Kakarotto," abruptly he slung her over a shoulder, and she shouted, kicking at him while beating at his back.

"What are you doing? Stop it!"

"And just what would you do about it?" Pressing her down onto the futon where he had laid for nearly a week, Vegeta pressed down on top of her, holding her wrists down on either side of her head, "What would you do against me?" He pushed apart her thighs to settle his hips inside, and then laid on her in order to pin her and sniff at her hair.

While he appeared to be preoccupied with that strange ritual, Gokuu tried pushing up at his chest to shove him off, yet he held firm. The faint sniffing sounds become louder as his nose bumped against her head through her hair, slowly going down. It halted at her temple, and he snorted loudly, pulling back just enough to glare at her accusingly. After sitting up, he straddled her hips, utterly bewildered, "You did something to cover up the scent, didn't you?"

"What?"

He hesitated before he grabbed her by the collar of her shirt, making her stand, "Where is your cleaning facility?"

"My what?"

"The room with your shower - or bathtub, Kakarotto. Where is it?"

"I don't have any of those, I use the cree - ack!"

Just before she could finish properly, he began to drag her outside by her hair before taking her to the creek beside the house, and dumping her in. When she resurfaced, he grabbed her shoulders to bring her up to his face again, smelling with a deep, loud inhalation before grunting and settling her onto her feet. "... Shit," he eyed her up and down then as she backed away once free from his grasp, "you're not in heat anymore ..."

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