The Price of Power 16
By: Kichi
DISCLAIMER: (deep sigh) once again, I DON'T OWN DBZ OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS CREATED BY Akira Toriyama.
Vegeta staggered down the hall his vision going in and out of focus. He was in agony, the thought of collapsing to the floor and sinking into oblivion was almost irresistible. He only had to make it down the narrow corridor, and at the end was the medic room. He heaved a deep sigh and immediately regretted it as pain tore through his chest. He bit his lip but a small whimper escaped anyway. He felt the last reserves of his strength rapidly dwindle, and before he was consciously aware of it, his knees had buckled and he slid to the floor. He groaned as another wave of pain engulfed him but tried to ignore it as he pulled himself back to his feet. It was hard work. He felt so heavy, his legs were like lead weights beneath him and he felt certain he would soon be reduced to crawling.
He stumbled forward a few steps then swayed back in an attempt to regain balance. He felt himself tipping backwards and desperately clutched the wall to keep from falling. His fingers dug into the metal, using what little strength he still had to keep himself upright. The effort was taxing and he paused for a moment, panting in exhaustion. He heard people coming and going through the corridor, but none except the "Saiyan" woman had stopped or even glanced in his direction. It was as if he wasn't even there. Maybe he was dead. Maybe his body was lying outside Frieza's door and he didn't know it yet. * No. If I am dead, why am I still in pain? * He wondered.
He was so tired and he had never felt such pain before. He was amazed he was still conscious. He had suffered much in his young life, but for a moment there he really thought he was going to die. He knew several of his ribs were broken. Even if there wasn't blood still running down his chin he would have know. It was difficult to breathe and his stomach was twisted in knots. It was a great testament to Saiyan strength that he was even alive. He was nearly ten feet away from his ultimate goal now. * Come on, baka! You're so close! * He mentally cursed.
He heard footsteps coming down the hall and through the haze of pain he sensed a familiar, but despised chi. * No... Not Kuui, not now. Please...* the footsteps came to a halt, right behind him.
"Well, well. Look who got their ass kicked." Vegeta cringed at the sound of Kuui's voice; it so grated on his nerves. He straightened with a sigh and turned to face his tormentor. When he noticed the look of surprise on Kuui's hideous face he wondered briefly if he looked that bad. He knew he had a few cuts on his face but was it that bad? "Damn." Kuui said, eyeing him in disgust. "You DID get you ass whipped, boy."
"Kuui." Vegeta rasped, his voice tired. "I have no time for this now." He then turned away and continued to hobble down the hall.
"Oh no you don't." Kuui crowed and spun him around and deftly punched Vegeta in the stomach. Vegeta's eyes bulged in pain and he slumped to the ground, coughing up a dark glob of blood. Kuui frowned. Honor was not a characteristic he prided himself on, but he felt a bit ridiculous beating someone already on their last legs. "All right, come one then." He snapped and grabbed Vegeta by the arm and pulled him to his feet. "Damn heavy Saiyans. Stand up, idiot!" he growled. But he quickly realized he was talking to himself. Vegeta was unconscious. And by the sound of his shallow, gurgling breathing, and the fact that blood was steadily oozing from his parted lips, Kuui guessed he had but a few minutes to get him into a regeneration tank. He bent down and flung the Saiyan Prince over his shoulder, smiling to himself when Vegeta shuddered in agony.
"Don't think I'm doing this to help you, you little prick. I just want the pleasure of killing you all to myself." Vegeta's only response was a pitiful moan. "Yeah, yeah." Kuui muttered as he headed to the medic room.
Darkness... such hollow emptiness I feel. And pain. The all-encompassing pain. I will never be free from it. Every day I suffer. Ever day I hurt ,every damn day my pride takes a beating, and I do nothing. I accept it like a pathetic piece of shit. I am at my wits end. I don't want to live like this anymore. Even fighting is pointless. I should just accept the fact that I am going to be killed by Frieza. But I can't. I can't... I can't give in to him. I can't let him destroy me, that is what he wants. I can't do it, even if it does cost my life, my soul, everything...
Kuui dropped Vegeta on the floor as soon as he entered the medic room. Several doctors rushed over at once and gaped in shock when they saw the bloody young man.
"Put him in a tank immediately, or he will die. I do not think Lord Frieza would be very happy if he did." The doctors all nodded quickly in agreement and pulled off his shattered armor and torn body suit. They then lifted him and placed him in the rapidly filling tank. Kuui watched with slight amusement as the attached heart monitoring devices and a breathing apparatus before turning to leave. "Oh, and by the way." Kuui said, stopping at the door and turning to gaze at the doctors and their staff. "Make sure that when his royal highness wakes up," he hissed mockingly, "Make sure you tell him that Kuui says 'You owe me.'." he turned and strolled out the door, a triumphant grin on his face.
Oh! What an evil way to end but it must be done. I know this chapter was pathetically short, but what can I say, it's 3:55 in the morning and I just want to post this NOW so I can go to bed.
So, REVIEW PLEASE! I promise I'll make the next chapter REALLY long, and I'll do nothing but sit at home like a retard so I get it done quick!! ^-^ Besides, I have some evil stuff planned.... KYAHAHHAHAH!!!
By: Kichi
DISCLAIMER: (deep sigh) once again, I DON'T OWN DBZ OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS CREATED BY Akira Toriyama.
Vegeta staggered down the hall his vision going in and out of focus. He was in agony, the thought of collapsing to the floor and sinking into oblivion was almost irresistible. He only had to make it down the narrow corridor, and at the end was the medic room. He heaved a deep sigh and immediately regretted it as pain tore through his chest. He bit his lip but a small whimper escaped anyway. He felt the last reserves of his strength rapidly dwindle, and before he was consciously aware of it, his knees had buckled and he slid to the floor. He groaned as another wave of pain engulfed him but tried to ignore it as he pulled himself back to his feet. It was hard work. He felt so heavy, his legs were like lead weights beneath him and he felt certain he would soon be reduced to crawling.
He stumbled forward a few steps then swayed back in an attempt to regain balance. He felt himself tipping backwards and desperately clutched the wall to keep from falling. His fingers dug into the metal, using what little strength he still had to keep himself upright. The effort was taxing and he paused for a moment, panting in exhaustion. He heard people coming and going through the corridor, but none except the "Saiyan" woman had stopped or even glanced in his direction. It was as if he wasn't even there. Maybe he was dead. Maybe his body was lying outside Frieza's door and he didn't know it yet. * No. If I am dead, why am I still in pain? * He wondered.
He was so tired and he had never felt such pain before. He was amazed he was still conscious. He had suffered much in his young life, but for a moment there he really thought he was going to die. He knew several of his ribs were broken. Even if there wasn't blood still running down his chin he would have know. It was difficult to breathe and his stomach was twisted in knots. It was a great testament to Saiyan strength that he was even alive. He was nearly ten feet away from his ultimate goal now. * Come on, baka! You're so close! * He mentally cursed.
He heard footsteps coming down the hall and through the haze of pain he sensed a familiar, but despised chi. * No... Not Kuui, not now. Please...* the footsteps came to a halt, right behind him.
"Well, well. Look who got their ass kicked." Vegeta cringed at the sound of Kuui's voice; it so grated on his nerves. He straightened with a sigh and turned to face his tormentor. When he noticed the look of surprise on Kuui's hideous face he wondered briefly if he looked that bad. He knew he had a few cuts on his face but was it that bad? "Damn." Kuui said, eyeing him in disgust. "You DID get you ass whipped, boy."
"Kuui." Vegeta rasped, his voice tired. "I have no time for this now." He then turned away and continued to hobble down the hall.
"Oh no you don't." Kuui crowed and spun him around and deftly punched Vegeta in the stomach. Vegeta's eyes bulged in pain and he slumped to the ground, coughing up a dark glob of blood. Kuui frowned. Honor was not a characteristic he prided himself on, but he felt a bit ridiculous beating someone already on their last legs. "All right, come one then." He snapped and grabbed Vegeta by the arm and pulled him to his feet. "Damn heavy Saiyans. Stand up, idiot!" he growled. But he quickly realized he was talking to himself. Vegeta was unconscious. And by the sound of his shallow, gurgling breathing, and the fact that blood was steadily oozing from his parted lips, Kuui guessed he had but a few minutes to get him into a regeneration tank. He bent down and flung the Saiyan Prince over his shoulder, smiling to himself when Vegeta shuddered in agony.
"Don't think I'm doing this to help you, you little prick. I just want the pleasure of killing you all to myself." Vegeta's only response was a pitiful moan. "Yeah, yeah." Kuui muttered as he headed to the medic room.
Darkness... such hollow emptiness I feel. And pain. The all-encompassing pain. I will never be free from it. Every day I suffer. Ever day I hurt ,every damn day my pride takes a beating, and I do nothing. I accept it like a pathetic piece of shit. I am at my wits end. I don't want to live like this anymore. Even fighting is pointless. I should just accept the fact that I am going to be killed by Frieza. But I can't. I can't... I can't give in to him. I can't let him destroy me, that is what he wants. I can't do it, even if it does cost my life, my soul, everything...
Kuui dropped Vegeta on the floor as soon as he entered the medic room. Several doctors rushed over at once and gaped in shock when they saw the bloody young man.
"Put him in a tank immediately, or he will die. I do not think Lord Frieza would be very happy if he did." The doctors all nodded quickly in agreement and pulled off his shattered armor and torn body suit. They then lifted him and placed him in the rapidly filling tank. Kuui watched with slight amusement as the attached heart monitoring devices and a breathing apparatus before turning to leave. "Oh, and by the way." Kuui said, stopping at the door and turning to gaze at the doctors and their staff. "Make sure that when his royal highness wakes up," he hissed mockingly, "Make sure you tell him that Kuui says 'You owe me.'." he turned and strolled out the door, a triumphant grin on his face.
Oh! What an evil way to end but it must be done. I know this chapter was pathetically short, but what can I say, it's 3:55 in the morning and I just want to post this NOW so I can go to bed.
So, REVIEW PLEASE! I promise I'll make the next chapter REALLY long, and I'll do nothing but sit at home like a retard so I get it done quick!! ^-^ Besides, I have some evil stuff planned.... KYAHAHHAHAH!!!