The Price of Power: Part 2
By: Kichi
For those of you who asked, this is going to be a kind of long story like the other's I've written. So that's why I break up the chapters. And I also do not own DBZ, we all know who does though.
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Vegeta barreled down the halls like a man possessed. He dashed through the mess hall, vaulted over the counter and burst into the meat locker, not caring that all he had on was pants. He was surrounded by food. He stared for a moment, giddy with joy and then leapt on the nearest slab of meat and began to gnaw on it, ripping off large chunks and swallowing them whole. He skeletonized one side of meat before moving on to a huge fish. Several of the cooking staff peeked in the cooler, their faces twisted in grimaces of horror and disgust. Sounds of savage tearing, gnawing, and slurping emanated from the double doors. About a half-hour later, one fourth of the meat and fish was gone and Vegeta stumbled out holding his stomach, a small smile on his face. He wobbled down the hall to his room. He was so tired after eating all that food, but as he headed to his door, Zarbon intercepted him.
"Feeling better?" Zarbon asked. He noted the bits of gore on Vegeta face and grimaced in disgust.
"Uhn." Vegeta grunted.
"Well, then. Frieza would like to see you."
"Tired." Vegeta replied and stomped into his rooms, the door swishing shut. Zarbon scowled. ::I'm not getting paid enough for this!:: he sighed and ki-blasted the door. He walked into the darkened room. Vegeta lay on the floor on a pile of sheets and cushions, snoring away. ::Wow, he really is tired!:: Zarbon thought in amusement. But instead of letting the young saiyan sleep, he crossed the room and began to nudge him in the ribs with his boot. Vegeta didn't stir. Zarbon sighed and bent down, picked him up, and slung him over his shoulder. ::Ugh! This kid is heavy!:: Vegeta still slept as Zarbon trudged through the halls to Lord Frieza's chambers.
Frieza rotated his chair and smirked as Zarbon staggered in with Vegeta slung over his broad shoulder. Zarbon bent down causing Vegeta to fall to the floor with a thud. His eyes snapped open and he scrambled to his feet. Frieza chuckled down at him.
"I have devised a solution for your little tail problem." He said with a smile. Vegeta swallowed nervously and took a step back, his tail wrapping around his waist.
"W-what?" he whispered, despising his fear at the moment. He clenched his teeth, frowning at Frieza's countenance.
"It is your only weak spot Vegeta, and I know you will not allow it to be cut off, yes?" Vegeta nodded furiously, backing up another step. "We will have to get that area desensitized, that is the only way you will be able to keep it. Don't you agree?" Vegeta slowly nodded, not fully understanding, but not wanting to appear clueless. "Zarbon." He said. Zarbon stepped forward. Vegeta whirled to face him his eyes narrowing in anger, but before he could do anything else, Zarbon had grabbed his tail. Vegeta immediately collapsed with a cry of pain. The paralyzing numbness shot up his spine and his tail throbbed in agony. Zarbon grinned and squeezed harder. Vegeta convulsed on the floor, groaning in pain.
"Let... go." He moaned, his eyes clenched shut. He could feel tears threatening to burst out and was filled with anger. His tail was a definite weakness, but if he had it removed he would not be able to transform. And that wasn't only one reason he would miss it. He gritted his teeth and tried to control his breathing. He tried to do anything to calm himself and block out the pain.
"He or anyone else I choose will find you every day and grab you tail until it causes you no more pain." Frieza explained. ::Wonderful.:: Vegeta thought through the cloud of pain. He tried to raise himself up, but Zarbon grabbed his tail with both hands and squeezed harder. Vegeta shrieked and thrashed mindlessly on the cold tiles, all thoughts driven for his mind. He didn't even hear Frieza's delighted laughter. He slowly opened his eyes and all he could see was gray bordering his vision, he could barely hear over the pounding of his heart. His breath came faster until he was hyperventilating.
"Sir, I think he's going to pass out. Should I let him go?" Zarbon asked, hearing Vegeta's accelerated breathing.
"No." Frieza said with a smile. Zarbon shrugged and twisted the tail in his hands. Vegeta made no sound, his breath came out in a soft sigh and he relaxed. Zarbon released his tail.
"He's out cold, sir. Shall I take him back to his rooms?" Frieza nodded.
"I want you to find him tomorrow and do the same thing. You know where he trains. Do it everyday until he can make you release him. I want that tail to be able to be slammed in a door without him flinching, do you understand?"
"Yes, Lord Frieza." Frieza watched as Zarbon picked Vegeta up and slung him over his shoulder. Zarbon trudged out the door and to Vegeta's room.
Vegeta woke the next day wincing in pain as his tail twitched spasmodically. It was still sore from being grabbed by Zarbon. He got up to take a bath, hoping that warm water would ease the sore muscles.
About an hour later he entered the training hall and went over to the weight room. After his time in the gravity chamber he felt much lighter so he decided that he would be able to handle more weight in his training. He put the bar to 400 pounds and smiled when he was able to lift it with ease. He put on en extra 100 pounds and began to lift.
Three hours later he was feeling a little sore and hungry. He made his way to the mess hall when he felt the all-too-familiar pain race up his spine.
"Not again!" he squeaked before crashing to the ground. A familiar voice chuckled in his ear. He struggled to get to his feet but his limbs refused to respond.
"Come on Vegeta." Zarbon urged, his voice filled with glee. "Get up, and maybe I'll let you go." Vegeta tried again, but his fingers only twitched. His tail really hurt, it had still hurt after his bath, the hot water hadn't helped a bit, and now it was being crushed again in Zarbon's grip. He choked in agony as Zarbon squeezed harder. He growled in anger and again tried to move. He raised himself up slowly. Zarbon grinned in approval, Frieza's idea was working. He got up to his knees and Zarbon wrapped both hands around the tail and twisted it, earning a shriek from the Prince.
Nappa had just returned from a purging mission and was on his way to the mess hall when he heard a scream echo through the halls.
"Uh oh." He said with a grin. "Bloodshed." He trotted down the hall, and as he turned the corner he gasped in shock. There was that weird alien Zarbon and Prince Vegeta!! The screams were coming from his prince! He noted with horror that the green alien was wrenching and twisting Vegeta's tail. Nappa felt his own tail twitch in sympathy. Without a seconds thought he charged forward and punched Zarbon in the ribs.
Vegeta felt the grip on his tail loosen enough to where he could think clearly. He shook his head to clear the numbness and suddenly his tail was free. He surged to his feet and was stunned to see his old trainer, Nappa fighting with Zarbon. ::Where the hell did he come from?:: Vegeta wondered.
As the shock of being attacked from behind wore off, Zarbon was able to deftly avoid every one of Nappa's attacks. Vegeta saw that Nappa was bound to take a beating. Half of him wanted to just sit and watch, but he decided against it. Being the only Saiyan was kind of depressing.
"Nappa!" he yelled causing the huge warrior to halt mid-punch. Zarbon took the initiative and kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying into a wall. He then turned to the prince and smirked.
"I'll see you later." He strode off with a toss of his long, green hair. Vegeta snorted and shook his head in disgust, then went over to Nappa who was stumbling out of a hole in the wall.
"Nappa, what are you doing?" Nappa grinned when he saw his prince. But he then frowned in confusion.
"That thing was grabbing you tail!" he sputtered.
"I know." Vegeta sighed. "Frieza made him do it. He wants it to be desensitized of pain so that when someone grabs it, it won't hurt." Nappa frowned.
"Will that work?" he asked. Vegeta shrugged.
"It didn't hurt as bad as it did yesterday." Nappa grimaced at the thought. He didn't like the thought of his prince being tortured, but if the end result worked, the mean to get it seemed acceptable. He nodded. The gazed at the Prince thoughtfully. He'd grown a bit since last he'd seen him, and he definitely looked stronger. Nappa grinned, the King would be proud. Vegeta turned his back to his former trainer and continued on to the mess hall with Nappa trailing behind.
"Are there any others left besides us?" Vegeta asked as he tore into his food. Nappa shrugged.
"Radditz is still on a mission. Other than him there are none left that I am aware of." Vegeta frowned.
"What about those infants sent to other planets?" Nappa chewed the inside of his lip.
"All the information on them was destroyed with Vejiitasei. It would be impossible to find which planets they were sent to." Vegeta rolled his eyes with a sigh. It was all hopeless. There was no way to rebuild the Saiyan empire. No information on the infants that were sent to other planets. No gene banks with which to combine DNA. If they at lest had that they could have someone combine the egg and sperm cells and inject them into a regeneration tank. The fetus could grow in there. He imagined rows upon rows of tiny saiyan babies growing inside the tanks with a sigh.
His reverie was cut short when he saw Kuui strutting down an aisle between the tables. With a malevolent grin, Vegeta threw one of his half-eaten rib bones at Kuui. It hit Kuui in the head, the red, spicy sauce dripping down his face. There were snorts, guffaws and scattered laughter from the surrounding tables. He laughed as Kuui glanced around in shock and rage, his face turning a purplish color. He spotted Vegeta and growled. The Prince of Saiyans had guilt written all over his face. His eyes were wide and he was barely suppressing a smile.
"You little bastard!" he yelled and stormed to the table. Nappa turned and grabbed Kuui by the throat, swung him around and threw him. Kuui crashed into the far wall. Vegeta scowled, he didn't need Nappa to protect him. He suddenly felt as if he was back home, the guards following him everywhere. He snorted in disgust.
"What did you do that for? I could have handled it myself!" Vegeta snapped. Nappa frowned and sat back down.
"Sorry." He grumbled and resumed eating.
"That little shit!" Kuui growled as he pulled himself from the wall. "I'll make him pay for humiliating me!" he stormed out of the mess hall, cursing Vegeta the whole way.
By: Kichi
For those of you who asked, this is going to be a kind of long story like the other's I've written. So that's why I break up the chapters. And I also do not own DBZ, we all know who does though.
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Vegeta barreled down the halls like a man possessed. He dashed through the mess hall, vaulted over the counter and burst into the meat locker, not caring that all he had on was pants. He was surrounded by food. He stared for a moment, giddy with joy and then leapt on the nearest slab of meat and began to gnaw on it, ripping off large chunks and swallowing them whole. He skeletonized one side of meat before moving on to a huge fish. Several of the cooking staff peeked in the cooler, their faces twisted in grimaces of horror and disgust. Sounds of savage tearing, gnawing, and slurping emanated from the double doors. About a half-hour later, one fourth of the meat and fish was gone and Vegeta stumbled out holding his stomach, a small smile on his face. He wobbled down the hall to his room. He was so tired after eating all that food, but as he headed to his door, Zarbon intercepted him.
"Feeling better?" Zarbon asked. He noted the bits of gore on Vegeta face and grimaced in disgust.
"Uhn." Vegeta grunted.
"Well, then. Frieza would like to see you."
"Tired." Vegeta replied and stomped into his rooms, the door swishing shut. Zarbon scowled. ::I'm not getting paid enough for this!:: he sighed and ki-blasted the door. He walked into the darkened room. Vegeta lay on the floor on a pile of sheets and cushions, snoring away. ::Wow, he really is tired!:: Zarbon thought in amusement. But instead of letting the young saiyan sleep, he crossed the room and began to nudge him in the ribs with his boot. Vegeta didn't stir. Zarbon sighed and bent down, picked him up, and slung him over his shoulder. ::Ugh! This kid is heavy!:: Vegeta still slept as Zarbon trudged through the halls to Lord Frieza's chambers.
Frieza rotated his chair and smirked as Zarbon staggered in with Vegeta slung over his broad shoulder. Zarbon bent down causing Vegeta to fall to the floor with a thud. His eyes snapped open and he scrambled to his feet. Frieza chuckled down at him.
"I have devised a solution for your little tail problem." He said with a smile. Vegeta swallowed nervously and took a step back, his tail wrapping around his waist.
"W-what?" he whispered, despising his fear at the moment. He clenched his teeth, frowning at Frieza's countenance.
"It is your only weak spot Vegeta, and I know you will not allow it to be cut off, yes?" Vegeta nodded furiously, backing up another step. "We will have to get that area desensitized, that is the only way you will be able to keep it. Don't you agree?" Vegeta slowly nodded, not fully understanding, but not wanting to appear clueless. "Zarbon." He said. Zarbon stepped forward. Vegeta whirled to face him his eyes narrowing in anger, but before he could do anything else, Zarbon had grabbed his tail. Vegeta immediately collapsed with a cry of pain. The paralyzing numbness shot up his spine and his tail throbbed in agony. Zarbon grinned and squeezed harder. Vegeta convulsed on the floor, groaning in pain.
"Let... go." He moaned, his eyes clenched shut. He could feel tears threatening to burst out and was filled with anger. His tail was a definite weakness, but if he had it removed he would not be able to transform. And that wasn't only one reason he would miss it. He gritted his teeth and tried to control his breathing. He tried to do anything to calm himself and block out the pain.
"He or anyone else I choose will find you every day and grab you tail until it causes you no more pain." Frieza explained. ::Wonderful.:: Vegeta thought through the cloud of pain. He tried to raise himself up, but Zarbon grabbed his tail with both hands and squeezed harder. Vegeta shrieked and thrashed mindlessly on the cold tiles, all thoughts driven for his mind. He didn't even hear Frieza's delighted laughter. He slowly opened his eyes and all he could see was gray bordering his vision, he could barely hear over the pounding of his heart. His breath came faster until he was hyperventilating.
"Sir, I think he's going to pass out. Should I let him go?" Zarbon asked, hearing Vegeta's accelerated breathing.
"No." Frieza said with a smile. Zarbon shrugged and twisted the tail in his hands. Vegeta made no sound, his breath came out in a soft sigh and he relaxed. Zarbon released his tail.
"He's out cold, sir. Shall I take him back to his rooms?" Frieza nodded.
"I want you to find him tomorrow and do the same thing. You know where he trains. Do it everyday until he can make you release him. I want that tail to be able to be slammed in a door without him flinching, do you understand?"
"Yes, Lord Frieza." Frieza watched as Zarbon picked Vegeta up and slung him over his shoulder. Zarbon trudged out the door and to Vegeta's room.
Vegeta woke the next day wincing in pain as his tail twitched spasmodically. It was still sore from being grabbed by Zarbon. He got up to take a bath, hoping that warm water would ease the sore muscles.
About an hour later he entered the training hall and went over to the weight room. After his time in the gravity chamber he felt much lighter so he decided that he would be able to handle more weight in his training. He put the bar to 400 pounds and smiled when he was able to lift it with ease. He put on en extra 100 pounds and began to lift.
Three hours later he was feeling a little sore and hungry. He made his way to the mess hall when he felt the all-too-familiar pain race up his spine.
"Not again!" he squeaked before crashing to the ground. A familiar voice chuckled in his ear. He struggled to get to his feet but his limbs refused to respond.
"Come on Vegeta." Zarbon urged, his voice filled with glee. "Get up, and maybe I'll let you go." Vegeta tried again, but his fingers only twitched. His tail really hurt, it had still hurt after his bath, the hot water hadn't helped a bit, and now it was being crushed again in Zarbon's grip. He choked in agony as Zarbon squeezed harder. He growled in anger and again tried to move. He raised himself up slowly. Zarbon grinned in approval, Frieza's idea was working. He got up to his knees and Zarbon wrapped both hands around the tail and twisted it, earning a shriek from the Prince.
Nappa had just returned from a purging mission and was on his way to the mess hall when he heard a scream echo through the halls.
"Uh oh." He said with a grin. "Bloodshed." He trotted down the hall, and as he turned the corner he gasped in shock. There was that weird alien Zarbon and Prince Vegeta!! The screams were coming from his prince! He noted with horror that the green alien was wrenching and twisting Vegeta's tail. Nappa felt his own tail twitch in sympathy. Without a seconds thought he charged forward and punched Zarbon in the ribs.
Vegeta felt the grip on his tail loosen enough to where he could think clearly. He shook his head to clear the numbness and suddenly his tail was free. He surged to his feet and was stunned to see his old trainer, Nappa fighting with Zarbon. ::Where the hell did he come from?:: Vegeta wondered.
As the shock of being attacked from behind wore off, Zarbon was able to deftly avoid every one of Nappa's attacks. Vegeta saw that Nappa was bound to take a beating. Half of him wanted to just sit and watch, but he decided against it. Being the only Saiyan was kind of depressing.
"Nappa!" he yelled causing the huge warrior to halt mid-punch. Zarbon took the initiative and kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying into a wall. He then turned to the prince and smirked.
"I'll see you later." He strode off with a toss of his long, green hair. Vegeta snorted and shook his head in disgust, then went over to Nappa who was stumbling out of a hole in the wall.
"Nappa, what are you doing?" Nappa grinned when he saw his prince. But he then frowned in confusion.
"That thing was grabbing you tail!" he sputtered.
"I know." Vegeta sighed. "Frieza made him do it. He wants it to be desensitized of pain so that when someone grabs it, it won't hurt." Nappa frowned.
"Will that work?" he asked. Vegeta shrugged.
"It didn't hurt as bad as it did yesterday." Nappa grimaced at the thought. He didn't like the thought of his prince being tortured, but if the end result worked, the mean to get it seemed acceptable. He nodded. The gazed at the Prince thoughtfully. He'd grown a bit since last he'd seen him, and he definitely looked stronger. Nappa grinned, the King would be proud. Vegeta turned his back to his former trainer and continued on to the mess hall with Nappa trailing behind.
"Are there any others left besides us?" Vegeta asked as he tore into his food. Nappa shrugged.
"Radditz is still on a mission. Other than him there are none left that I am aware of." Vegeta frowned.
"What about those infants sent to other planets?" Nappa chewed the inside of his lip.
"All the information on them was destroyed with Vejiitasei. It would be impossible to find which planets they were sent to." Vegeta rolled his eyes with a sigh. It was all hopeless. There was no way to rebuild the Saiyan empire. No information on the infants that were sent to other planets. No gene banks with which to combine DNA. If they at lest had that they could have someone combine the egg and sperm cells and inject them into a regeneration tank. The fetus could grow in there. He imagined rows upon rows of tiny saiyan babies growing inside the tanks with a sigh.
His reverie was cut short when he saw Kuui strutting down an aisle between the tables. With a malevolent grin, Vegeta threw one of his half-eaten rib bones at Kuui. It hit Kuui in the head, the red, spicy sauce dripping down his face. There were snorts, guffaws and scattered laughter from the surrounding tables. He laughed as Kuui glanced around in shock and rage, his face turning a purplish color. He spotted Vegeta and growled. The Prince of Saiyans had guilt written all over his face. His eyes were wide and he was barely suppressing a smile.
"You little bastard!" he yelled and stormed to the table. Nappa turned and grabbed Kuui by the throat, swung him around and threw him. Kuui crashed into the far wall. Vegeta scowled, he didn't need Nappa to protect him. He suddenly felt as if he was back home, the guards following him everywhere. He snorted in disgust.
"What did you do that for? I could have handled it myself!" Vegeta snapped. Nappa frowned and sat back down.
"Sorry." He grumbled and resumed eating.
"That little shit!" Kuui growled as he pulled himself from the wall. "I'll make him pay for humiliating me!" he stormed out of the mess hall, cursing Vegeta the whole way.