His head hurt. It felt like he had been punched in the head. His eyes felt heavy. He wanted to open them, but he couldn't. He heard noises floating around in the background, but he couldn't respond, his mouth fell numb. He wondered where Vegeta was. Did he get out? Were they on their way home?

A gentle clatter could be heard across the room. He wanted to see but his body was paralyzed. He couldn't move if he wanted. He couldn't feel anything either. His mouth was dry.

His ears picked up a harsh cry. A strange noise that jittered loudly back and forth. The noise carried on for what felt like hours. He heard the sound of something dropping to the ground, cries still echoing the room he was in. A slow rumble began with the sound of water falling. A sink maybe? The cries were now whimpers. Feet sloshed on the floor and something smacked against skin. The whimpers faded into nothingness. His consciousness told him to keep his eyes shut, but his curiosity made them open.

Slowly the room came into focus. The floor freshly stained a darker shade of red. An arm laying on the floor next to the leg of the table. The table made of steel with arm restraints clearly made of metal bonded to the top. Someone he didn't know strapped onto the top. Well he may have known them but their face was distorted. The eyes were ripped out, one hanging out over what was probably the nose. If you could call it that. There was no skin, it had been peeled off. Tarble had never seen so much blood in his life. His heart wrenched as he looked around for his brother, hoping the sight before him was not what he feared. To his relief Vegeta was strapped to the wall on his right. He let out the breath he didn't know he had been holding.

His mind began to look about the room again. He found he was bond like his brother was. There seemed to be no exit. The room's smell was putrid. He thought the kitchen was bad, this was way worse. He heard footsteps and closed his eyes pretending to still be knocked out.

Something big fell to the floor, panicked cries rushed through the air again. He guessed the body had been thrown to the floor, she had a new victim now. He cursed himself as the sound of metal sliced through flesh. He felt powerless. Like he always did. He couldn't do anything, not a goddam thing. He wasn't strong. He was weak. He wanted to cry. He wanted out of here. He wanted to go home. Anything to make this stop.

"Child open your eyes, I know you are awake." A chilling voice stopped his thoughts. He defied it. He didn't want to see it. He felt a harsh slap across his face, the pain making him flinch and open his eyes. She was standing in front of him her eyes locked with his. "Don't worry my child. You will have your turn." Her eyes wide, blood shot and wicked. Fear spread through his body, his heart going a mile a second. He shook against the shackles. This had to be a nightmare. That was it. He would wake up and this would all be a dream. Vegeta would walk with him to the lab and Raditz would say something funny and everything would be okay.

She turned her back to Tarble, giving attention back to her new prey shackled to the table one of his fingers gone. A saw laid next the table. She left it instead for a small light marker. She drew on the trunk noses body, a clear line across his stomach. Tarble knew what was coming as she picked up the saw. Horrified screams of terror came from the table and it began to shake violently. Tarble saw as she began moving the saw along the lines, the skin breaking and blood oozing out. She pushed down with more force and he heard the sound of choking, the boy had screamed so much his throat was bleeding. She pulled the saw away fiercely, pulling tissue out with it.

"You must feel lucky, not many get to see something as beautiful as this." She took her hands and pulled the wound open grabbing and ripping out organs. The screams grew louder as she ripped out the boy's intestines, pulling hard, severing it from tissue. Tarble swore he could hear the tissue tearing. His senses where on fire, he wanted to throw up, but there was nothing left in his stomach. The smell of blood and feces littered his nose. He was angry. He was afraid. He couldn't do anything. He was useless. He would die here. They would face her wrath.

Suddenly he felt something stir within him. For the first time in his life Tarble felt it, the desire to kill. He wanted to rip her limp to limp. A growl began to surface from inside his throat. The overwhelming feelings of instinct shut off at birth were rising to the surface. He wanted to kill her. He wanted to watch her scream. He wanted to make her pay and kneel at his feet. He was a Saiyan.

Raditz worked quickly he didn't have much time. He rushed as he looked through the microscope, trying not to shake or drop anything. He had pulled out an old project of his and it just needed to be modified. He was watching for any sign of change. To his delight he watched as the cells did what he asked. He filled a syringe and placed it in his lab coat pocket. Deciding it would be wise to pocket his creation, he left at a dash through the doors of the lab. He didn't know how much time he had. He just hoped he wasn't too late. He turned a sharp corner and started up the stairs, only to stop in his tracks. The way was blocked. 'She must have done this, which means their upstairs.' Raditz paled at the very idea. They were in the room. The hellish room. His eyes looked around franticly trying to find a way to dislodge the cabinet blocking the way. He tried pushing on the thing to no avail. His mind panicked, he had to find a way up the stairs.

He turned around heading back down the stairs. He made his way back to the lab. He knew what to grab. He made it to the door in no time. He searched quickly in one of the other stations. All he need was some sulfur and a match. It took longer than he had liked. He stuffed them both into separate pockets and began back towards the stairs. Every minute felt like an hour.

Reaching the cabinet he opened the bottle of sulfur dust and throwing it on the cabinet. He backed away and lit the match, throwing it quickly at the cabinet and taking cover. The sulfur erupted and the cabinet blasting apart. With his way clear he jumped over the debris and to the second floor. Not stopping he turned the corner for the third flight of stairs. He knew this next part would be tricky, the third floor had several traps most of which had sedation drugs. He analyzed the wall, looking for the spot which contained the control panel. He knew the code, she entered it one to many times around him. He knew it had to be close to the opening between the stairs and parlor. His eyes darted back and forth, looking for any sign of the panel, time being of the essence. He could not bear the thought of being too late.

Tarble heard the body go limp, the boy was dead. Her smile grew. She tossed the body onto the floor on top of the other one. "I think it's time we invited your brother." She said pulling out a syringe.

"Leave him alone!" Tarble spat with more venom than he thought he could produce.

She giggled "But he needs to watch. Nothing would be better than to see the Prince of All Saiyans watch helplessly as his little brother is tortured." She pushed the needle into his arm. Walking away from Vegeta she loosened Tarbles shackles. He instinct kicked in, forcing him to twist and turn in her grasp. He reached down biting her arm, not caring that it was covered in blood and entrails. Her strength was too much for him and he found himself strapped to the table.

"What's going on?" Vegeta had awoken from his drugged state. His eyes wide staring at his brother strapped to the table. He was pulling on his restraints.

Tarble looked away not wanting to see the look of distress on his brother's face. Looking up he saw deranged eyes staring down at him, a knife in hand above him. This was it. This was where it would end. Her eyes promised that. His only wish was to see her fry. To watch her die in the most painful way. He closed his eyes waiting for the end.

To Be Continued….