The Price of Power 11
By: Kichi
DISCLAIMER: Dragonball Z belongs to Akira Toriyama, Bird Studios, and (hurl) FUNimation. All characters are being used without permission. But no money is being made off this fic, so suing would be futile, as I am a broke hoe.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Are you guys too lazy to review or does this fic just suck?
Dead City
Vegeta had been walking for what seemed like hours. The city loomed on the horizon and each step made it seem larger. He was not tired or hungry, it was as if he was being drawn to the dark city by a force other than his own will. But he paid the thought no mind.
He estimated about another half-hour of walking and decided to jump. He sailed through the air and landed mere feet from the city limits. At once he smelled something very familiar. The scent instantly brought forth a barrage of memories. Screams echoed through his head, mingling with moans of the dying. It was the smell of blood, and lots of it. His lip curled and suddenly turned into a grin as he inhaled the scent. He missed the smell and the carnage that brought it. He remembered that it was Frieza who had sent him to this worthless hole, and his grin slipped. He still wondered why Frieza had sent him here. The first fight was good exercise, but he doubted any other native could actually give him a challenge. He growled low in his throat at the thought. Did Frieza think he was that weak? The thought made his hair puff and his tail lash. He would have to prove to Frieza that he was not like the other fools on the ship.
He gazed at the tall glass and stone buildings and for the first time he noticed the shattered windows, the smoke billowing into the sky. He gazed upon it wondering who or what had caused such destruction. He decided to find the source of the city's demise and crush them. After all, if they were capable of razing a whole city to the ground, they should be a slight challenge to the saiyan prince.
He entered the city.
"Come with me, I'll show you." Kishiro said with a smile. Radditz swallowed nervously and tried to keep his tail still. He wrapped it around his waist and followed her, mesmerized by the swaying of her hips as she walked. They finally stopped and the door swished open. "Follow me." She said.
He entered the dark room and Kishiro began to glow. Radditz tensed and prepared to fight even as it felt like someone had grabbed his heart and was slowly crushing it in their hand. Kishiro watched his battle aura flare and chuckled softly.
"There is no need for that my dear. Light." Radditz gasped. Kishiro stood before him but she looked totally different. Her skin had changed to a soft peach color and her eyes were black as onyx. Her hair too, had changed and flowed down her back in black, jagged spikes. Then he saw it. He gasped again as he saw a furry, brown tail swishing back and forth behind her.
"You're a shape-shifter!" Kishiro smiled.
"Not exactly. I can only change once and I fully become what I transform into. The transformation is permanent as well." Radditz was dumbfounded. She was a saiyan! He couldn't comprehend the implications. Had she done it for him? And if so, why? He'd known her for about a year and there always had been an unspoken attraction between them, but to do something like this was unheard of! Radditz had trouble finding his tongue. Kishiro frowned. "Is everything all right?" she asked, her brow furrowed in concern. Radditz nodded rapidly, his thoughts too quick to be translated.
"I- I don't understand... why?" he gazed into her midnight eyes searching for an answer. "You can never be the way you were before. You will be a saiyan forever." She nodded her eyes wide. "But why?"
"I did it for you. I want to be with you forever. I... Radditz, I love you." Radditz's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"L-love?" He'd heard of it before, it sounded a lot like bonding. "No one has ever told me they loved me." Kishiro stepped forward and wrapped her arms around the tall saiyan's waist, her head rested against his chest. Then, without warning, her tail snaked in between his legs. Radditz groaned as her tail brushed his groin and he grabbed her, kissing her roughly.
Once inside Vegeta was almost disgusted by the scene before him. Dead bodies lay in various stages of decomposition, all mutilated in the most bizarre and vile fashion. Vegeta had seen people blown up, beaten to death, but this was different from anything he'd so far witnessed. And in a strange way, Vegeta was fascinated. There were some with missing limbs or heads. Some were drenched in their own blood from dozens of small wounds. A great number had been disemboweled, Vegeta grimaced at the sight of intestines spilled in the dirt. His stomach clenched in a strange sympathy pain. The smell alone made him want to vomit, but he ignored his body's reaction to the stench of rotting flesh, and continued. He was drawn by curiosity. Who had done this? And why? ::Why not?:: he wondered. He wandered through the carnage until he spotted one building untouched by destruction. He began to run quietly until he saw a huge wooden double-door. He formed a small ki-sphere and threw it, grinning as the door shattered. He stopped and waited for the smoke to clear and then ran inside.
He stood in a wide area with a staircase to the left leading to several rooms. Mirrors decorated the wall and for the first time in a very long time, he saw himself. He didn't see the point of mirrors. He didn't care what he looked like. Some hair still hung down in his eyes but his cheeks had lost their chubbyness. He was relieved, Nappa had liked to pinch them to make him angry. He briefly thought of the time Nappa had worked him into such a fury that he had blindly attacked the older saiyan and had had his jaw dislocated as a result. His growth spurt had been a short one though, somehow his father would still be taller than him if he was still alive.
He heard movement from the upstairs and turned his gaze from the mirror to the stairs.
Radditz sighed in contentment. He'd never been so happy in his life. And it was not the joy of seeing a foe vanquished, the supposed only form of happiness a saiyan ever experienced. He new they were bonded for life and the thought didn't bother him in the least, like he'd imagined it would. He wanted to be with Kishiro every second of his life. He gazed at her sleeping form. It had been a long night and she had to be exhausted. He smirked at the thought, he was a bit tired as well, but he had too much on his mind to close his eyes just yet.
He couldn't believe his luck! To find such an amazingly talented girl! Who would have thought she could change her form into anything she wanted, if only once. He wondered what other powers she had, if anything. He also wondered what had attracted her to him in the first place. As if sensing his thoughts Kishiro moved a bit, then opened her eyes. Radditz smiled.
"Hello." He said. She smiled back, her dark eyes glittering suddenly. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his, sliding her tongue into his mouth, and then ending the kiss by biting his lower lip. Radditz growled and nipped at her but she ducked and bit down on his neck, sending shivers up his spine.
A tall, dark figure swathed in robes walked along the terrace smiling faintly as Vegeta glared up at it. Suddenly a light beeping filled the room as Vegeta's scouter went off. Orders from Frieza flashed across the eyepiece. Vegeta watched them long enough to see his new coordinated and he grinned in anticipation. At last! A real challenge. He would take care of the thing before him and be on his way.
"Who are you?" the creature asked in a soft, ambiguous voice.
"I am Prince Vegeta. Who the hell are you?" the figure laughed, the dark robes shivering about it.
"I am Sauria. I am the king of this land. Or at least I was." The robes shifted and fell to the ground and Vegeta grimaced and was unable to hold in a sound of disgust. The man (at least it somewhat resembled one) before him was emaciated beyond belief. The skin was like dried parchment wrapped around aching bones. Bulging eyes peered out from sunken features. Not one bit of muscle or fat seemed to hold the flesh and bones together.
"How are you still living?" Vegeta cried. He had never been so repulsed in his life, yet he forced himself to gaze at the putrid living corpse before him.
"Kye heh heh." Sauria laughed, and before Vegeta realized what had happened, the creature was on his, it's sharp teeth digging into his throat.
"Aaaiih!!" he cried and tried to throw the creature off, but it clung to him like a leech. He could feel himself grow weaker and raised his ki as high as it could go in a fraction of a second. The creature was hurled into the wall with bone-breaking impact. It slumped to the ground with a soft sigh. Vegeta gently felt the wounds on his neck, his gloved hand came away red and he snarled in fury. He was too enraged to notice the slight movement of the creature. Its flesh had grown soft and the muscles began to renew themselves. His figure began to fill out.
"That was the most delicious blood I've ever had!" Sauria marveled. "I've never felt so strong from just a taste! I must have more." He was instantly on his feet but before he could move an inch Vegeta leapt on him and began to pummel the life out of him. Sauria snapped his teeth and after each blow, tried desperately to reach Vegeta's throat. His ribs snapped under the pressure of Vegeta's fists and he felt himself losing. He waited for the final blow, aimed at his face. Just as it was about to connect he dodged and sank his fangs into Vegeta wrist, determined to not let go.
Vegeta roared in fury and tried to wrench his arm away, but the creature refused to release him and he only made the wounds in his wrist larger. With a pained gasp he fell to his knees. He reached up with his free arm and stuck his thumb in the creature's eye, digging it into the soft jelly. Sauria shrieked in pain and Vegeta recoiled. He scrambled to his feet and powered up, but he was so tired, his ki was almost nonexistent. The creature had taken more blood than he thought. But he had strength enough to form a ki-sphere and fire it at the writhing demon. The blast ripped its head clean of and the body collapsed in a heap, the skin shriveling and turning to dust.
Vegeta fell to his knees, gasping for breath. He cursed himself for not killing the thing sooner. Now his throat and wrist were bleeding badly when they should have already been healing. He staggered to his feet and shuffled from the house, not caring to see if there were any of his kind left. He cursed Frieza for sending him here, and levitated slowly once he was outside. The stench of blood from the villagers made him want to retch, but he bit his lip and took off slowly, mindful of the pathetically weak gravity.
He made it to his pod in half an hour and collapsed inside. He wouldn't return to the ship until he completed his next assignment. He punched in the coordinates into the onboard computer. The pod began to shake as it prepared for take-off and by time the stasis mechanism had kicked on, Vegeta was already asleep.
To Be Continued...
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By: Kichi
DISCLAIMER: Dragonball Z belongs to Akira Toriyama, Bird Studios, and (hurl) FUNimation. All characters are being used without permission. But no money is being made off this fic, so suing would be futile, as I am a broke hoe.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Are you guys too lazy to review or does this fic just suck?
Dead City
Vegeta had been walking for what seemed like hours. The city loomed on the horizon and each step made it seem larger. He was not tired or hungry, it was as if he was being drawn to the dark city by a force other than his own will. But he paid the thought no mind.
He estimated about another half-hour of walking and decided to jump. He sailed through the air and landed mere feet from the city limits. At once he smelled something very familiar. The scent instantly brought forth a barrage of memories. Screams echoed through his head, mingling with moans of the dying. It was the smell of blood, and lots of it. His lip curled and suddenly turned into a grin as he inhaled the scent. He missed the smell and the carnage that brought it. He remembered that it was Frieza who had sent him to this worthless hole, and his grin slipped. He still wondered why Frieza had sent him here. The first fight was good exercise, but he doubted any other native could actually give him a challenge. He growled low in his throat at the thought. Did Frieza think he was that weak? The thought made his hair puff and his tail lash. He would have to prove to Frieza that he was not like the other fools on the ship.
He gazed at the tall glass and stone buildings and for the first time he noticed the shattered windows, the smoke billowing into the sky. He gazed upon it wondering who or what had caused such destruction. He decided to find the source of the city's demise and crush them. After all, if they were capable of razing a whole city to the ground, they should be a slight challenge to the saiyan prince.
He entered the city.
"Come with me, I'll show you." Kishiro said with a smile. Radditz swallowed nervously and tried to keep his tail still. He wrapped it around his waist and followed her, mesmerized by the swaying of her hips as she walked. They finally stopped and the door swished open. "Follow me." She said.
He entered the dark room and Kishiro began to glow. Radditz tensed and prepared to fight even as it felt like someone had grabbed his heart and was slowly crushing it in their hand. Kishiro watched his battle aura flare and chuckled softly.
"There is no need for that my dear. Light." Radditz gasped. Kishiro stood before him but she looked totally different. Her skin had changed to a soft peach color and her eyes were black as onyx. Her hair too, had changed and flowed down her back in black, jagged spikes. Then he saw it. He gasped again as he saw a furry, brown tail swishing back and forth behind her.
"You're a shape-shifter!" Kishiro smiled.
"Not exactly. I can only change once and I fully become what I transform into. The transformation is permanent as well." Radditz was dumbfounded. She was a saiyan! He couldn't comprehend the implications. Had she done it for him? And if so, why? He'd known her for about a year and there always had been an unspoken attraction between them, but to do something like this was unheard of! Radditz had trouble finding his tongue. Kishiro frowned. "Is everything all right?" she asked, her brow furrowed in concern. Radditz nodded rapidly, his thoughts too quick to be translated.
"I- I don't understand... why?" he gazed into her midnight eyes searching for an answer. "You can never be the way you were before. You will be a saiyan forever." She nodded her eyes wide. "But why?"
"I did it for you. I want to be with you forever. I... Radditz, I love you." Radditz's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"L-love?" He'd heard of it before, it sounded a lot like bonding. "No one has ever told me they loved me." Kishiro stepped forward and wrapped her arms around the tall saiyan's waist, her head rested against his chest. Then, without warning, her tail snaked in between his legs. Radditz groaned as her tail brushed his groin and he grabbed her, kissing her roughly.
Once inside Vegeta was almost disgusted by the scene before him. Dead bodies lay in various stages of decomposition, all mutilated in the most bizarre and vile fashion. Vegeta had seen people blown up, beaten to death, but this was different from anything he'd so far witnessed. And in a strange way, Vegeta was fascinated. There were some with missing limbs or heads. Some were drenched in their own blood from dozens of small wounds. A great number had been disemboweled, Vegeta grimaced at the sight of intestines spilled in the dirt. His stomach clenched in a strange sympathy pain. The smell alone made him want to vomit, but he ignored his body's reaction to the stench of rotting flesh, and continued. He was drawn by curiosity. Who had done this? And why? ::Why not?:: he wondered. He wandered through the carnage until he spotted one building untouched by destruction. He began to run quietly until he saw a huge wooden double-door. He formed a small ki-sphere and threw it, grinning as the door shattered. He stopped and waited for the smoke to clear and then ran inside.
He stood in a wide area with a staircase to the left leading to several rooms. Mirrors decorated the wall and for the first time in a very long time, he saw himself. He didn't see the point of mirrors. He didn't care what he looked like. Some hair still hung down in his eyes but his cheeks had lost their chubbyness. He was relieved, Nappa had liked to pinch them to make him angry. He briefly thought of the time Nappa had worked him into such a fury that he had blindly attacked the older saiyan and had had his jaw dislocated as a result. His growth spurt had been a short one though, somehow his father would still be taller than him if he was still alive.
He heard movement from the upstairs and turned his gaze from the mirror to the stairs.
Radditz sighed in contentment. He'd never been so happy in his life. And it was not the joy of seeing a foe vanquished, the supposed only form of happiness a saiyan ever experienced. He new they were bonded for life and the thought didn't bother him in the least, like he'd imagined it would. He wanted to be with Kishiro every second of his life. He gazed at her sleeping form. It had been a long night and she had to be exhausted. He smirked at the thought, he was a bit tired as well, but he had too much on his mind to close his eyes just yet.
He couldn't believe his luck! To find such an amazingly talented girl! Who would have thought she could change her form into anything she wanted, if only once. He wondered what other powers she had, if anything. He also wondered what had attracted her to him in the first place. As if sensing his thoughts Kishiro moved a bit, then opened her eyes. Radditz smiled.
"Hello." He said. She smiled back, her dark eyes glittering suddenly. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his, sliding her tongue into his mouth, and then ending the kiss by biting his lower lip. Radditz growled and nipped at her but she ducked and bit down on his neck, sending shivers up his spine.
A tall, dark figure swathed in robes walked along the terrace smiling faintly as Vegeta glared up at it. Suddenly a light beeping filled the room as Vegeta's scouter went off. Orders from Frieza flashed across the eyepiece. Vegeta watched them long enough to see his new coordinated and he grinned in anticipation. At last! A real challenge. He would take care of the thing before him and be on his way.
"Who are you?" the creature asked in a soft, ambiguous voice.
"I am Prince Vegeta. Who the hell are you?" the figure laughed, the dark robes shivering about it.
"I am Sauria. I am the king of this land. Or at least I was." The robes shifted and fell to the ground and Vegeta grimaced and was unable to hold in a sound of disgust. The man (at least it somewhat resembled one) before him was emaciated beyond belief. The skin was like dried parchment wrapped around aching bones. Bulging eyes peered out from sunken features. Not one bit of muscle or fat seemed to hold the flesh and bones together.
"How are you still living?" Vegeta cried. He had never been so repulsed in his life, yet he forced himself to gaze at the putrid living corpse before him.
"Kye heh heh." Sauria laughed, and before Vegeta realized what had happened, the creature was on his, it's sharp teeth digging into his throat.
"Aaaiih!!" he cried and tried to throw the creature off, but it clung to him like a leech. He could feel himself grow weaker and raised his ki as high as it could go in a fraction of a second. The creature was hurled into the wall with bone-breaking impact. It slumped to the ground with a soft sigh. Vegeta gently felt the wounds on his neck, his gloved hand came away red and he snarled in fury. He was too enraged to notice the slight movement of the creature. Its flesh had grown soft and the muscles began to renew themselves. His figure began to fill out.
"That was the most delicious blood I've ever had!" Sauria marveled. "I've never felt so strong from just a taste! I must have more." He was instantly on his feet but before he could move an inch Vegeta leapt on him and began to pummel the life out of him. Sauria snapped his teeth and after each blow, tried desperately to reach Vegeta's throat. His ribs snapped under the pressure of Vegeta's fists and he felt himself losing. He waited for the final blow, aimed at his face. Just as it was about to connect he dodged and sank his fangs into Vegeta wrist, determined to not let go.
Vegeta roared in fury and tried to wrench his arm away, but the creature refused to release him and he only made the wounds in his wrist larger. With a pained gasp he fell to his knees. He reached up with his free arm and stuck his thumb in the creature's eye, digging it into the soft jelly. Sauria shrieked in pain and Vegeta recoiled. He scrambled to his feet and powered up, but he was so tired, his ki was almost nonexistent. The creature had taken more blood than he thought. But he had strength enough to form a ki-sphere and fire it at the writhing demon. The blast ripped its head clean of and the body collapsed in a heap, the skin shriveling and turning to dust.
Vegeta fell to his knees, gasping for breath. He cursed himself for not killing the thing sooner. Now his throat and wrist were bleeding badly when they should have already been healing. He staggered to his feet and shuffled from the house, not caring to see if there were any of his kind left. He cursed Frieza for sending him here, and levitated slowly once he was outside. The stench of blood from the villagers made him want to retch, but he bit his lip and took off slowly, mindful of the pathetically weak gravity.
He made it to his pod in half an hour and collapsed inside. He wouldn't return to the ship until he completed his next assignment. He punched in the coordinates into the onboard computer. The pod began to shake as it prepared for take-off and by time the stasis mechanism had kicked on, Vegeta was already asleep.
To Be Continued...
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