The Price of Power 15
By: Kichi
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Dragonball Z. Okay? Is that good enough?
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I've been noticing that people who review aren't putting their names. Well at least do that! I'd like to know who's saying such nice things ya' know. Besides if I change my settings so that only people who are signed in can review, I WON'T GET ANY AT ALL. So just do me a favor and write you name, please. ALSO A QUESTION: Frieza's race is called Ice-jinn's aren't they? That's what I've heard, someone just let me know if they are or aren't, please.
Planet Frieza #78
Vegeta smiled as he made his way to Frieza's chambers. He didn't care to know why the alien overlord had summoned him, but he hoped it had something to do with the planet Arastas. Or Dargo for that matter. He had left Dargo without finishing the job, and while it was Frieza himself who had insisted he clear out Arastas first, he wondered if he should have gone back and finished the job on Dargo. But he suddenly remembered that it would be a waste of his time to go there again as a third-class warrior like Radditz could finish the job himself.
He actually had enjoyed his time away from Frieza and his men. He felt much calmer. Before he'd left, he'd been on the brink of snapping completely and totally flipping out. Every word directed towards him grated on his nerves, making his normally short fuse virtually non-existent.
He was glad that strange woman had provided him with entertainment as well. Her blubbering over that tiny brat had really made his trip worth it. He laughed as he recalled her rage. What was she going to do about it? Any real Saiyan wouldn't have carried on like she had. They would have just tried to kick his ass. He had never even seen a Saiyan female cry. He had smelt her fear as soon as he landed in front of her, he could barely smell the small boy over the scent of her fear.
He laughed again when he remembered the look on her face when he killed that boy. For a moment he stopped in the hall, doubled over, his laughter echoing down the hall. Several guardsmen stared in amazement; most having never seen the dour prince even crack a smile. Vegeta suddenly snorted and then fell to his knees, laughing even harder. She had been FURIOUS! He had no doubt that she wanted him dead, but he had checked her power level on the scouter and it had been even more pitiful than Radditz's'.
Vegeta's laughter died down and he rose to his feet. He hadn't laughed that hard in... he couldn't recall. But he had to report to Frieza before the tyrant broke a blood vessel.
Frieza paced in his council room, his tail lashing behind him. What was taking that damn monkey so long? He had sent for him nearly twenty minutes ago. And Vegeta's rooms were a five-minute walk away. Frieza growled, no one kept Frieza waiting. Ever.
Vegeta entered the council room. Frieza ceased pacing and turned to glare at the Saiyan prince. Vegeta felt his hair stand on end, * oh shit. * He thought. He'd seen that look too often to forget it.
"Vegeta." Frieza said, his voice flat and cold. "You should know better than to keep me waiting by now."
Before Vegeta could even open his mouth to reply, Frieza's tail lashed out and smacked him across the face. Vegeta gasped, his hand briefly touched the wound. He growled imperceptibly when his hand came away covered in blood. Damn it. Even if Frieza did nothing else to him, he'd have to spend at least a half hour in the tank to ensure he wouldn't get a scar. He was leery of having scars on his face. Everywhere else was fine, but he'd seen so many people with scarred faces and it was never pretty. He was distracted from his thoughts when he heard a snicker in the background. He raised his eyes to see Zarbon's golden gaze scrutinizing him. He snarled and turned his glare back to Frieza. "Arastas has been purged?" Frieza asked as if nothing had happened.
"Yes, sir." Vegeta quietly said.
"Good. You may go now." Vegeta nodded and turned towards the door. "Oh, and one more thing, before I forget..." * oh no, here it comes. * He thought. He whipped around, a ki beam headed straight for him. He slapped it away on instinct. Only after it had sliced through the thick steel wall was he surprised that he was able to deflect the blast.
Frieza, too, was surprised. And the ice-jinn hated surprises. His eyes narrowed to slits as he glared at Vegeta who stood, amazed by his ability.
"Very nice." Frieza hissed. Zarbon was gaping in amazement. Vegeta stood as if frozen by Frieza's stare. He knew that he was about to get his ass royally whipped and there was nothing he could do about it. He could feel Frieza's anger like heat from an oven, and as the silence grew, so did his dread. He turned to leave, knowing full well what would happen.
Suddenly Vegeta slammed into the wall, Frieza's forearm against the back of his neck, pressing him against the wall.
"You little bastard." Frieza hissed. "How dare you turn you back to me. Such insubordination. Do you really think I would let it go unpunished?" Vegeta felt himself spin and was then facing the raging tyrant. His rancid breath flowed to Vegeta's nostrils and he quickly turned his head. Frieza laughed. "You seem to delight in slighting me today, monkey. For this I will make you lesson most excruciating." Instantly Frieza began to rain blows upon him, forcing Vegeta to his knees. He bit his lip to keep cries down to low groans. He felt a hand clamp around his neck and himself being lifted. His head fell back and his eyes slid open. Frieza grinned, mocking his pain. "Do you feel like apologizing now?" he asked pleasantly. Instead of speaking, Vegeta began to choke and a large gout of blood slid over his lower lip and trailed down his chin. "Well," Frieza began, his small, crimson lips forming into a smile, "You are determined to be difficult today, aren't you?" He punched Vegeta in the stomach until the Saiyan's knees buckled. Frieza grinned and let him slide to the floor.
"Sir, shall I take him to the medic?" Zarbon asked coming over to his master's side and staring down at the bloody Saiyan prince.
"No. Just throw him out in the hallway. If he wants to live, he'll just have to get there himself."
Vegeta felt himself being lifted and thrown over a broad shoulder. He cursed himself, he should have tried harder not to anger Frieza, but something about Frieza made him unable to control his own actions. He could never bow down to him or plead for mercy, no matter how he suffered. The very thought made him want to retch. He suddenly landed on the floor with a groan and dimly realized he was in fact, in the hall.
He shook his head to clear it and he heard footsteps coming down the hall. Whoever it was had a vaguely familiar ki. * Shit. * He mentally groaned. He didn't want anyone to see him like this. But as the footsteps came to an abrupt halt and there was a smothered gasp, he knew it was too late. He pushed himself up as quickly as he could and knelt there, catching his breath before looking up to see who it was.
He opened his eyes and saw the "Saiyan" woman before him. * Damn. * she was the last person he wanted to see, and the look of pity and sadness in her eyes immediately enraged him. After realizing that his legs would not cooperate without assistance, he latched onto the wall and pulled himself up. He stood there for a moment trying to catch his breath without gasping like a weakling when he sensed her approach. He glared at her and she halted in her tracks.
"Can I-? Is there.." she began.
"No!" he snapped. "Just fucking leave me alone." He hissed. She sighed, bowed, and turned, heading back the way she'd come.
Kishiro couldn't believe what had just happened. She had been heading to engineering when she'd seen him. Blood from a wound on his face, ran down his neck. She could sense his great pain, she could hear his breath rattle in his lungs, and the blood that was steadily dripping from his mouth. Her heart clenched in sympathy. She wanted to help, even after what he'd done. What Radditz had told her was finally beginning to make sense. But he snarled at her to get away, and she did, afraid to disobey him. Even though every sense she possessed told her that he needed to get into a regeneration tank immediately. * Maybe he will listen to Radditz. * she thought and took off running, determined to find her mate.
OH! WHAT WILL HAPPEN? Okay, I've decided I can get chapters out faster if they're shorter. I will try to put chapter 16 out ASAP. Hopefully tomorrow or Monday.
By: Kichi
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Dragonball Z. Okay? Is that good enough?
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I've been noticing that people who review aren't putting their names. Well at least do that! I'd like to know who's saying such nice things ya' know. Besides if I change my settings so that only people who are signed in can review, I WON'T GET ANY AT ALL. So just do me a favor and write you name, please. ALSO A QUESTION: Frieza's race is called Ice-jinn's aren't they? That's what I've heard, someone just let me know if they are or aren't, please.
Planet Frieza #78
Vegeta smiled as he made his way to Frieza's chambers. He didn't care to know why the alien overlord had summoned him, but he hoped it had something to do with the planet Arastas. Or Dargo for that matter. He had left Dargo without finishing the job, and while it was Frieza himself who had insisted he clear out Arastas first, he wondered if he should have gone back and finished the job on Dargo. But he suddenly remembered that it would be a waste of his time to go there again as a third-class warrior like Radditz could finish the job himself.
He actually had enjoyed his time away from Frieza and his men. He felt much calmer. Before he'd left, he'd been on the brink of snapping completely and totally flipping out. Every word directed towards him grated on his nerves, making his normally short fuse virtually non-existent.
He was glad that strange woman had provided him with entertainment as well. Her blubbering over that tiny brat had really made his trip worth it. He laughed as he recalled her rage. What was she going to do about it? Any real Saiyan wouldn't have carried on like she had. They would have just tried to kick his ass. He had never even seen a Saiyan female cry. He had smelt her fear as soon as he landed in front of her, he could barely smell the small boy over the scent of her fear.
He laughed again when he remembered the look on her face when he killed that boy. For a moment he stopped in the hall, doubled over, his laughter echoing down the hall. Several guardsmen stared in amazement; most having never seen the dour prince even crack a smile. Vegeta suddenly snorted and then fell to his knees, laughing even harder. She had been FURIOUS! He had no doubt that she wanted him dead, but he had checked her power level on the scouter and it had been even more pitiful than Radditz's'.
Vegeta's laughter died down and he rose to his feet. He hadn't laughed that hard in... he couldn't recall. But he had to report to Frieza before the tyrant broke a blood vessel.
Frieza paced in his council room, his tail lashing behind him. What was taking that damn monkey so long? He had sent for him nearly twenty minutes ago. And Vegeta's rooms were a five-minute walk away. Frieza growled, no one kept Frieza waiting. Ever.
Vegeta entered the council room. Frieza ceased pacing and turned to glare at the Saiyan prince. Vegeta felt his hair stand on end, * oh shit. * He thought. He'd seen that look too often to forget it.
"Vegeta." Frieza said, his voice flat and cold. "You should know better than to keep me waiting by now."
Before Vegeta could even open his mouth to reply, Frieza's tail lashed out and smacked him across the face. Vegeta gasped, his hand briefly touched the wound. He growled imperceptibly when his hand came away covered in blood. Damn it. Even if Frieza did nothing else to him, he'd have to spend at least a half hour in the tank to ensure he wouldn't get a scar. He was leery of having scars on his face. Everywhere else was fine, but he'd seen so many people with scarred faces and it was never pretty. He was distracted from his thoughts when he heard a snicker in the background. He raised his eyes to see Zarbon's golden gaze scrutinizing him. He snarled and turned his glare back to Frieza. "Arastas has been purged?" Frieza asked as if nothing had happened.
"Yes, sir." Vegeta quietly said.
"Good. You may go now." Vegeta nodded and turned towards the door. "Oh, and one more thing, before I forget..." * oh no, here it comes. * He thought. He whipped around, a ki beam headed straight for him. He slapped it away on instinct. Only after it had sliced through the thick steel wall was he surprised that he was able to deflect the blast.
Frieza, too, was surprised. And the ice-jinn hated surprises. His eyes narrowed to slits as he glared at Vegeta who stood, amazed by his ability.
"Very nice." Frieza hissed. Zarbon was gaping in amazement. Vegeta stood as if frozen by Frieza's stare. He knew that he was about to get his ass royally whipped and there was nothing he could do about it. He could feel Frieza's anger like heat from an oven, and as the silence grew, so did his dread. He turned to leave, knowing full well what would happen.
Suddenly Vegeta slammed into the wall, Frieza's forearm against the back of his neck, pressing him against the wall.
"You little bastard." Frieza hissed. "How dare you turn you back to me. Such insubordination. Do you really think I would let it go unpunished?" Vegeta felt himself spin and was then facing the raging tyrant. His rancid breath flowed to Vegeta's nostrils and he quickly turned his head. Frieza laughed. "You seem to delight in slighting me today, monkey. For this I will make you lesson most excruciating." Instantly Frieza began to rain blows upon him, forcing Vegeta to his knees. He bit his lip to keep cries down to low groans. He felt a hand clamp around his neck and himself being lifted. His head fell back and his eyes slid open. Frieza grinned, mocking his pain. "Do you feel like apologizing now?" he asked pleasantly. Instead of speaking, Vegeta began to choke and a large gout of blood slid over his lower lip and trailed down his chin. "Well," Frieza began, his small, crimson lips forming into a smile, "You are determined to be difficult today, aren't you?" He punched Vegeta in the stomach until the Saiyan's knees buckled. Frieza grinned and let him slide to the floor.
"Sir, shall I take him to the medic?" Zarbon asked coming over to his master's side and staring down at the bloody Saiyan prince.
"No. Just throw him out in the hallway. If he wants to live, he'll just have to get there himself."
Vegeta felt himself being lifted and thrown over a broad shoulder. He cursed himself, he should have tried harder not to anger Frieza, but something about Frieza made him unable to control his own actions. He could never bow down to him or plead for mercy, no matter how he suffered. The very thought made him want to retch. He suddenly landed on the floor with a groan and dimly realized he was in fact, in the hall.
He shook his head to clear it and he heard footsteps coming down the hall. Whoever it was had a vaguely familiar ki. * Shit. * He mentally groaned. He didn't want anyone to see him like this. But as the footsteps came to an abrupt halt and there was a smothered gasp, he knew it was too late. He pushed himself up as quickly as he could and knelt there, catching his breath before looking up to see who it was.
He opened his eyes and saw the "Saiyan" woman before him. * Damn. * she was the last person he wanted to see, and the look of pity and sadness in her eyes immediately enraged him. After realizing that his legs would not cooperate without assistance, he latched onto the wall and pulled himself up. He stood there for a moment trying to catch his breath without gasping like a weakling when he sensed her approach. He glared at her and she halted in her tracks.
"Can I-? Is there.." she began.
"No!" he snapped. "Just fucking leave me alone." He hissed. She sighed, bowed, and turned, heading back the way she'd come.
Kishiro couldn't believe what had just happened. She had been heading to engineering when she'd seen him. Blood from a wound on his face, ran down his neck. She could sense his great pain, she could hear his breath rattle in his lungs, and the blood that was steadily dripping from his mouth. Her heart clenched in sympathy. She wanted to help, even after what he'd done. What Radditz had told her was finally beginning to make sense. But he snarled at her to get away, and she did, afraid to disobey him. Even though every sense she possessed told her that he needed to get into a regeneration tank immediately. * Maybe he will listen to Radditz. * she thought and took off running, determined to find her mate.
OH! WHAT WILL HAPPEN? Okay, I've decided I can get chapters out faster if they're shorter. I will try to put chapter 16 out ASAP. Hopefully tomorrow or Monday.