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A/N: Just a warning that there is violence in this chapter. Thanks to those who leave a review, I really appreciate it.
Vegeta
Year 753
He has been at death's door many times in his twenty one years, and he no longer fears this feeling. He knows, even as the thrash of Frieza's tail tears into his flesh, that he will soon be immersed in healing fluid, for there is a med bay only two doors down on the ship's main deck.
He knows that this beating will be worth it, for all his suffering at Frieza's hands will ultimately lead to the bastard's demise. Saiyans grow stronger with every near death experience, and so he grits his teeth through the pain, knowing that every hit he takes brings him closer to becoming the Legendary.
He does his best to endure without sacrificing his pride. After every fall he gets back up again, and when his legs no longer move under him he still glares defiantly as if his body is not broken.
Another kick to the gut has him vomiting blood, but he grins through his red-stained teeth, because he's spewed on Frieza's feet, and will take that as a victory. He laughs and receives a blow to the head that leaves him seeing nothing but darkness. He hears Frieza's voice ordering Nappa, though it seems so very far away.
His vision returns as Nappa carries him out of Frieza's throne room. They pass through the adjoining antechamber, and his gaze falls upon a woman. Her bright blue eyes are wide with shock as she watches him. He flashes a red manic smile; a warning that she may be next. Nappa turns the corner, and she's gone.