The Price of Power 18
By: Kichi
DISCLAIMER: I'm really getting sick of writing these.. Akira Toriyama created all the characters in this fic except for Kishiro.
I have decided to skip a few years, so in the last chapter Vegeta was eighteen or so, now he would be about 22.
WARNING: this chapter contains a rape scene; so if anyone finds this offensive or has experienced something similar, you might not want to read this.
Part Two
I- I can't believe I'm letting you do this to me...
Vegeta took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and gazed down at the landscape before him. Underneath an indigo sky was a valley of indescribable beauty. Tall, lush trees stood proudly, a sinuous river gleamed like diamonds in the moonlight. Yet the moon, sadly, was not entirely full. He could wait another day, but it was unnecessary. He had enough power alone to complete the job without going Oozaru, and besides, transforming would only cause needless damage. And the planet was to be sold at the highest price possible. And Frieza would frown upon any unnecessary damage.
Small villages dotted the landscape, the tiny candles burning in tiny windows. Vegeta smiled, he had only to raise his hand and each village would be destroyed, one after the other.
But where was the fun in that?
He gracefully lifted into the air and descended into the valley like a dark angel. Suddenly clouds obliterated the moon and the entire valley was plunged into darkness. It was as if the gods could not bear to see the destruction that would shortly commence.
He formed a small ki sphere in his hands and for a moment, stared into it's brilliant light, completely mesmerized. Then as if on some hidden signal he flung his arms wide and the single sphere split into five and shot towards five different clusters of buildings.
He grinned as five explosions ripped through the valley. Flames sprung from the destroyed homes, the dry wood from the outer walls catching on the cooking fires inside. Natives ran from their homes, screaming in terror. He was surprised to see that a few had survived the blasts. That would simply not do. He dropped to the ground landing in a midst of natives. There were several frightened gasps and a few angry threats. Vegeta laughed and pointed a finger at (what appeared to be) a young man who stood protectively in front of a smaller (probably female) native. A thin beam of ki flew through the air and passed through the male native's chest. He collapsed at the girl's feet and instantly a high keening wail erupted from the female. She dropped to his side as the other natives rushed Vegeta in a fury.
He wanted to laugh again; these fools were doing exactly what he'd hoped they'd do. He leapt straight up and shot a medium-sized ki ball down into the crowd. The resulting explosion sending body parts flying in all directions.
But his victory was short-lived. He could do this blind-folded. He had been purging planets for almost ten years now. At first he thought he'd never get tired of it, but the more he did it, he the more he felt as if he was doing someone else's job. Someone lower-ranking. He sneered, he was the only one who seemed willing to do it, and neither Nappa nor Radditz had ever complained. Vegeta stood still for a moment, pondering his situation. * There has to be SOMETHING I can do to make this trip worthwhile. * He mused. He clicked his scouter and he scanned the area. There were a few natives hiding in a building a few feet away. He stalked over to it and flung the door open. There was a tiny shriek, quickly muffled. He almost laughed at their futile attempt. If he had not picked them up on the scouter he would have heard them whimpering eventually. Four females huddled in the corner, terrified and weeping. He gazed at each in turn and as his eyes fell on the last he smiled. She would be perfect.
He quickly strode towards the group and grabbed the girl. He hair and skin had a silvery cast to it and her eyes were an enchanting shade of green. She wailed in terror as his hand closed around her arm and he began to drag her out the door. She kicked, screamed, and tried to bite him as he pulled her from the hut. The women inside surged forward grasping for Vegeta, trying to stop him. He smirked and raised a hand, a blue ki-sphere forming instantly. The women shrieked and cowered back jabbering in their native tongue.
Vegeta turned his attention to the screaming girl after tossing the sphere into the hut. He leapt several feet away, dragging the silver girl with him, as the little house was ripped open by the explosion. The girl began to scream and cry and her weak fists pounded Vegeta's arm. Annoyed by her screams, Vegeta wrenched his arm from her grip and shoved her to the ground.
Instantly he was on top of her, tearing at her clothes and slapping her whenever her screams got unbearable. Soon she lay underneath him, totally naked. Vegeta grinned at the sight. She was indeed pretty. Her fear only seemed to enhance her beauty. He'd never seen anyone with silver hair before and the effect was somewhat entrancing, especially as the moon shone on the delicate strands making it shine like pure silver.
* Please.. Don't do this..* he heard her voice in his mind. * Great, * he thought in irritation. * A telepath. Just what I need. *
* Do NOT do that, bitch! * he mentally shot back as forcefully as he could. He saw her flinch at the onslaught and grinned. He picked the nude girl up and threw her over his shoulder and headed to an empty hut.
Once inside he threw her down on the bed and tore off his armor. She curled up into a ball as he stripped and wept silently. Once he was fully undressed Vegeta pushed the girl onto her back and wrapped an arm around her thigh. His warm fingers dug into her flesh as he spread her legs apart.
* Please, I beg you- * she tried again.
"Stop!" Vegeta roared and grabbed her hair, yanking her head back. He dove at her throat, and bit her neck, his canines sinking in painfully. She screamed in pain and moaned pitifully as he sucked the blood. He chuckled and entered her quickly, earning another pained cry. He began to move inside her, her cries becoming shrieks. She began to claw his back and he slapped her, and grabbed her hands as they fell limply to her sides. He pinned her hands above her head and bit her breast until the skin broke in several places and he lapped up the blood. The girl was shaking uncontrollably only causing him to become more aroused. He grinned as he rode her, laughing at her cries.
After what seemed like forever to the girl he finally came and was panting heavily. He pulled out of her and bent down and bit her inner thigh. She smelled good and he could tell she'd been a virgin. Especially from the way she'd screamed. He licked the blood from her flower and from the bite mark on her thigh.
The girl wept quietly, her body trembling, but he ignored her and suddenly stood and put his bodysuit back on and his boots and armor. He turned towards the weeping girl and smiled, she had been worth the trip. Suddenly his scouter began to beep insistently. He sighed and picked it up and fit it on his ear. Frieza's effeminate voice squeaked through the earpiece.
"Vegeta. Is everything going according to schedule."
"Yes. I am done."
"Everyone is dead?" Vegeta frowned, Frieza sounded.. concerned?
"Not yet. There is one right in front of me."
"Don't destroy it!" Frieza barked. "Bring it to the ship."
"Yes sir." Vegeta said, biting his lip. He hadn't seen or heard from Frieza in weeks and now he wanted him to bring this girl to the ship that he'd just raped. The thought made him furious. Maybe he could find another native and kill her, but he knew he wouldn't be able to. He sighed. What did it matter anyway? He didn't care what anyone thought of him. And besides, if this girl was on the ship permanently, he could always find her later and have more fun. He grinned and searched the hut for something to cover her nakedness. He turned to glare at the girl who was curled up on the bed, still crying.
* Hey, you! * he shot at her using telepathy. She jumped and slowly raised her head, opening her swollen eyes to peer at him. * Get dressed. * he commanded. She looked as though she was about to cry but she bit her lips and staggered to her feet and began to search for something to wear.
Frieza smiled as he peered down at the silver-haired girl before him.
"You are the last of your kind my dear." He said, gently stroking the top of her head. "Show me your power. I know it's in you."
Vegeta gazed on in contempt. He really didn't care to know why Frieza wanted her, but he had not been given permission to leave yet, and he could remember all too well Frieza's reaction the last time he'd left without Frieza ordering him. The silver girl gazed into Frieza's flawless visage with wonder and confusion and almost instantly a brilliant aura surrounded her. The colors were like none Vegeta had ever seen in his life, they were totally mesmerizing and the huge room was completely filled with the brilliant light.
Zarbon stood several feet apart from Frieza and Vegeta. His mouth gaped open at the iridescent shifting colored light that radiated from the silvery girl. Before he or anyone else realized it the light had steadily gotten brighter until it was near blinding.
Vegeta was the first forced to turn away, his eyes far too sensitive to handle the onslaught. With a pained cry he collapsed to his knees, his hands flying up to cover his burning eyes. Zarbon was nearly blinded permanently, while Frieza laughed in delight at the awesome spectacle.
As pain ricocheted through Vegeta's brain, he briefly wondered why the silvery girl had not used her powers on him when he'd raped her. She could have easily stopped him, yet she didn't. Had she been too afraid? Or was it something else? He didn't have time to think about it long as the brilliant light pierced his brain, forcing him to his knees as darkness mercifully obliterated the light.
"Vegeta?"
Vegeta opened his eyes but he might as well have opened his eyes six feet underground in a dank, windowless tomb.
"Huh?" he jerked out of his captors grasp, but recognized the voice as belonging to Zarbon. "Why is it so dark?" he wondered aloud.
"Dark?" Zarbon queried. Vegeta heard a gasp "She has blinded you."
"What?!" Vegeta cried sitting up straight. But he didn't need Zarbon to tell him something he already knew. The bitch HAD blinded him. He couldn't see a thing, not even blurry shapes. Only darkness. "No!" he groaned. Was this her punishment for what he'd done, or was it only temporary? Surely his Saiyan healing rate would repair the damage done to his eyes in a matter of days. If it didn't and he was blind for the rest of his days... He would find the silver girl and tear her eyes from her sockets just to even the score.
He felt Zarbon grab his arms and pull him to his feet. He smelled Frieza in front of him.
"He really cannot see." Frieza commented. "Vegeta. Zarbon is taking you to your room. I want you to stay there until you can see or in a week, whichever comes first. If she has blinded you permanently.." he didn't finish the sentence. There was no need. Vegeta knew with a feeling of dread that if his sight did not return his usefulness would end. He sighed as Zarbon pulled him out the room.
Radditz and Kishiro were strolling down the hall arm in arm when they happened upon Vegeta and Zarbon. Radditz immediately noticed the prince's pallor and the fact that his black irises had turned completely gray. He wrenched from Kishiro's grasp and darted in front of Zarbon.
"What the hell did you do to him?!" Radditz all but screamed.
"Radditz?" Vegeta mumbled. Not only was his face as white as death, but also his pale eyes were glazed over and he was almost shaking convulsively in Zarbon's grasp. Radditz was stunned, as was Kishiro.
"Put him in a tank!" Kishiro cried. "He's in shock!" Zarbon looked stunned himself. He barely nodded and didn't even react when the two angry Saiyans tore Vegeta from his grasp.
"Silvart. You are indeed a treasure." Frieza said softly to the silver-haired girl by his side. She smiled softly. She had paid that vile Saiyan back for what he'd done. He would never see again. She had made sure her light effect had been strong enough to burn his retinas. If Frieza's right hand man, Zarbon had been affected too... oh well. As her father had always said, 'You can't make an omelet without breaking some eggs.'
"Thank you my Lord." She said softly.
"I know Vegeta deserved what he got, but if he does recover, see to it that you do not do that to him again. He is valuable to me and I do not want to have to replace him."
"Yes sire." She said with a slight bow.
"Thank you my dear. As soon as Zarbon returns I will have him escort you to your rooms."
"Thank you Lord Frieza. You are too kind." Frieza smirked.
"Yes. I believe you are correct."
"He will heal though? His eyes- he will see again?" Radditz demanded of the medical technician.
"Well, his chances are good, since you brought him here so quickly. But he will have to remain in isolation for a few days to repair the damage."
"But he will heal?" Radditz prompted.
"I won't make any promises. You'll just have to keep your fingers crossed." Radditz growled low in his throat. The med. Tech. Wasn't phased in the slightest. He snorted in contempt. "Threats will not make his recovery go any faster, so I suggest you leave and let me do my job. You are doing nothing but getting in my way." He snapped. Radditz spat on the floor and stormed out of the room. Kishiro cast a glance at Vegeta floating in the regeneration tank. She had hated him so! But now that she saw him helpless, her heart went out to him. She finally was beginning to understand the hardships he faced each day. Radditz had tried to explain, but words were nothing compared to the sight before her.
Silvart snuck into the medical center and saw the object of her hatred, floating unconscious in a tank. He looked totally different from when he'd attacked her home and raped her. He looked so... young. She had not expected that at all. She had had an image in her head since he'd raped her of someone evil and vicious. He assumptions were not far off, but something didn't quite fit. She could sense a dark hatred and rage coming from him since the moment she'd had the displeasure of meeting him, but at the same time she felt.. What was it? When he'd snapped at he telepathically, she sensed, pain and overwhelming sorrow. It didn't fit her picture of him at all. She frowned and chewed her lower lip as she stared at him. She hated him and yet... she pitied him as well. She didn't know what to think. She lowered her eyes and turned quickly, storming out of the medic room.
To be continued...
By: Kichi
DISCLAIMER: I'm really getting sick of writing these.. Akira Toriyama created all the characters in this fic except for Kishiro.
I have decided to skip a few years, so in the last chapter Vegeta was eighteen or so, now he would be about 22.
WARNING: this chapter contains a rape scene; so if anyone finds this offensive or has experienced something similar, you might not want to read this.
Part Two
I- I can't believe I'm letting you do this to me...
Vegeta took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and gazed down at the landscape before him. Underneath an indigo sky was a valley of indescribable beauty. Tall, lush trees stood proudly, a sinuous river gleamed like diamonds in the moonlight. Yet the moon, sadly, was not entirely full. He could wait another day, but it was unnecessary. He had enough power alone to complete the job without going Oozaru, and besides, transforming would only cause needless damage. And the planet was to be sold at the highest price possible. And Frieza would frown upon any unnecessary damage.
Small villages dotted the landscape, the tiny candles burning in tiny windows. Vegeta smiled, he had only to raise his hand and each village would be destroyed, one after the other.
But where was the fun in that?
He gracefully lifted into the air and descended into the valley like a dark angel. Suddenly clouds obliterated the moon and the entire valley was plunged into darkness. It was as if the gods could not bear to see the destruction that would shortly commence.
He formed a small ki sphere in his hands and for a moment, stared into it's brilliant light, completely mesmerized. Then as if on some hidden signal he flung his arms wide and the single sphere split into five and shot towards five different clusters of buildings.
He grinned as five explosions ripped through the valley. Flames sprung from the destroyed homes, the dry wood from the outer walls catching on the cooking fires inside. Natives ran from their homes, screaming in terror. He was surprised to see that a few had survived the blasts. That would simply not do. He dropped to the ground landing in a midst of natives. There were several frightened gasps and a few angry threats. Vegeta laughed and pointed a finger at (what appeared to be) a young man who stood protectively in front of a smaller (probably female) native. A thin beam of ki flew through the air and passed through the male native's chest. He collapsed at the girl's feet and instantly a high keening wail erupted from the female. She dropped to his side as the other natives rushed Vegeta in a fury.
He wanted to laugh again; these fools were doing exactly what he'd hoped they'd do. He leapt straight up and shot a medium-sized ki ball down into the crowd. The resulting explosion sending body parts flying in all directions.
But his victory was short-lived. He could do this blind-folded. He had been purging planets for almost ten years now. At first he thought he'd never get tired of it, but the more he did it, he the more he felt as if he was doing someone else's job. Someone lower-ranking. He sneered, he was the only one who seemed willing to do it, and neither Nappa nor Radditz had ever complained. Vegeta stood still for a moment, pondering his situation. * There has to be SOMETHING I can do to make this trip worthwhile. * He mused. He clicked his scouter and he scanned the area. There were a few natives hiding in a building a few feet away. He stalked over to it and flung the door open. There was a tiny shriek, quickly muffled. He almost laughed at their futile attempt. If he had not picked them up on the scouter he would have heard them whimpering eventually. Four females huddled in the corner, terrified and weeping. He gazed at each in turn and as his eyes fell on the last he smiled. She would be perfect.
He quickly strode towards the group and grabbed the girl. He hair and skin had a silvery cast to it and her eyes were an enchanting shade of green. She wailed in terror as his hand closed around her arm and he began to drag her out the door. She kicked, screamed, and tried to bite him as he pulled her from the hut. The women inside surged forward grasping for Vegeta, trying to stop him. He smirked and raised a hand, a blue ki-sphere forming instantly. The women shrieked and cowered back jabbering in their native tongue.
Vegeta turned his attention to the screaming girl after tossing the sphere into the hut. He leapt several feet away, dragging the silver girl with him, as the little house was ripped open by the explosion. The girl began to scream and cry and her weak fists pounded Vegeta's arm. Annoyed by her screams, Vegeta wrenched his arm from her grip and shoved her to the ground.
Instantly he was on top of her, tearing at her clothes and slapping her whenever her screams got unbearable. Soon she lay underneath him, totally naked. Vegeta grinned at the sight. She was indeed pretty. Her fear only seemed to enhance her beauty. He'd never seen anyone with silver hair before and the effect was somewhat entrancing, especially as the moon shone on the delicate strands making it shine like pure silver.
* Please.. Don't do this..* he heard her voice in his mind. * Great, * he thought in irritation. * A telepath. Just what I need. *
* Do NOT do that, bitch! * he mentally shot back as forcefully as he could. He saw her flinch at the onslaught and grinned. He picked the nude girl up and threw her over his shoulder and headed to an empty hut.
Once inside he threw her down on the bed and tore off his armor. She curled up into a ball as he stripped and wept silently. Once he was fully undressed Vegeta pushed the girl onto her back and wrapped an arm around her thigh. His warm fingers dug into her flesh as he spread her legs apart.
* Please, I beg you- * she tried again.
"Stop!" Vegeta roared and grabbed her hair, yanking her head back. He dove at her throat, and bit her neck, his canines sinking in painfully. She screamed in pain and moaned pitifully as he sucked the blood. He chuckled and entered her quickly, earning another pained cry. He began to move inside her, her cries becoming shrieks. She began to claw his back and he slapped her, and grabbed her hands as they fell limply to her sides. He pinned her hands above her head and bit her breast until the skin broke in several places and he lapped up the blood. The girl was shaking uncontrollably only causing him to become more aroused. He grinned as he rode her, laughing at her cries.
After what seemed like forever to the girl he finally came and was panting heavily. He pulled out of her and bent down and bit her inner thigh. She smelled good and he could tell she'd been a virgin. Especially from the way she'd screamed. He licked the blood from her flower and from the bite mark on her thigh.
The girl wept quietly, her body trembling, but he ignored her and suddenly stood and put his bodysuit back on and his boots and armor. He turned towards the weeping girl and smiled, she had been worth the trip. Suddenly his scouter began to beep insistently. He sighed and picked it up and fit it on his ear. Frieza's effeminate voice squeaked through the earpiece.
"Vegeta. Is everything going according to schedule."
"Yes. I am done."
"Everyone is dead?" Vegeta frowned, Frieza sounded.. concerned?
"Not yet. There is one right in front of me."
"Don't destroy it!" Frieza barked. "Bring it to the ship."
"Yes sir." Vegeta said, biting his lip. He hadn't seen or heard from Frieza in weeks and now he wanted him to bring this girl to the ship that he'd just raped. The thought made him furious. Maybe he could find another native and kill her, but he knew he wouldn't be able to. He sighed. What did it matter anyway? He didn't care what anyone thought of him. And besides, if this girl was on the ship permanently, he could always find her later and have more fun. He grinned and searched the hut for something to cover her nakedness. He turned to glare at the girl who was curled up on the bed, still crying.
* Hey, you! * he shot at her using telepathy. She jumped and slowly raised her head, opening her swollen eyes to peer at him. * Get dressed. * he commanded. She looked as though she was about to cry but she bit her lips and staggered to her feet and began to search for something to wear.
Frieza smiled as he peered down at the silver-haired girl before him.
"You are the last of your kind my dear." He said, gently stroking the top of her head. "Show me your power. I know it's in you."
Vegeta gazed on in contempt. He really didn't care to know why Frieza wanted her, but he had not been given permission to leave yet, and he could remember all too well Frieza's reaction the last time he'd left without Frieza ordering him. The silver girl gazed into Frieza's flawless visage with wonder and confusion and almost instantly a brilliant aura surrounded her. The colors were like none Vegeta had ever seen in his life, they were totally mesmerizing and the huge room was completely filled with the brilliant light.
Zarbon stood several feet apart from Frieza and Vegeta. His mouth gaped open at the iridescent shifting colored light that radiated from the silvery girl. Before he or anyone else realized it the light had steadily gotten brighter until it was near blinding.
Vegeta was the first forced to turn away, his eyes far too sensitive to handle the onslaught. With a pained cry he collapsed to his knees, his hands flying up to cover his burning eyes. Zarbon was nearly blinded permanently, while Frieza laughed in delight at the awesome spectacle.
As pain ricocheted through Vegeta's brain, he briefly wondered why the silvery girl had not used her powers on him when he'd raped her. She could have easily stopped him, yet she didn't. Had she been too afraid? Or was it something else? He didn't have time to think about it long as the brilliant light pierced his brain, forcing him to his knees as darkness mercifully obliterated the light.
"Vegeta?"
Vegeta opened his eyes but he might as well have opened his eyes six feet underground in a dank, windowless tomb.
"Huh?" he jerked out of his captors grasp, but recognized the voice as belonging to Zarbon. "Why is it so dark?" he wondered aloud.
"Dark?" Zarbon queried. Vegeta heard a gasp "She has blinded you."
"What?!" Vegeta cried sitting up straight. But he didn't need Zarbon to tell him something he already knew. The bitch HAD blinded him. He couldn't see a thing, not even blurry shapes. Only darkness. "No!" he groaned. Was this her punishment for what he'd done, or was it only temporary? Surely his Saiyan healing rate would repair the damage done to his eyes in a matter of days. If it didn't and he was blind for the rest of his days... He would find the silver girl and tear her eyes from her sockets just to even the score.
He felt Zarbon grab his arms and pull him to his feet. He smelled Frieza in front of him.
"He really cannot see." Frieza commented. "Vegeta. Zarbon is taking you to your room. I want you to stay there until you can see or in a week, whichever comes first. If she has blinded you permanently.." he didn't finish the sentence. There was no need. Vegeta knew with a feeling of dread that if his sight did not return his usefulness would end. He sighed as Zarbon pulled him out the room.
Radditz and Kishiro were strolling down the hall arm in arm when they happened upon Vegeta and Zarbon. Radditz immediately noticed the prince's pallor and the fact that his black irises had turned completely gray. He wrenched from Kishiro's grasp and darted in front of Zarbon.
"What the hell did you do to him?!" Radditz all but screamed.
"Radditz?" Vegeta mumbled. Not only was his face as white as death, but also his pale eyes were glazed over and he was almost shaking convulsively in Zarbon's grasp. Radditz was stunned, as was Kishiro.
"Put him in a tank!" Kishiro cried. "He's in shock!" Zarbon looked stunned himself. He barely nodded and didn't even react when the two angry Saiyans tore Vegeta from his grasp.
"Silvart. You are indeed a treasure." Frieza said softly to the silver-haired girl by his side. She smiled softly. She had paid that vile Saiyan back for what he'd done. He would never see again. She had made sure her light effect had been strong enough to burn his retinas. If Frieza's right hand man, Zarbon had been affected too... oh well. As her father had always said, 'You can't make an omelet without breaking some eggs.'
"Thank you my Lord." She said softly.
"I know Vegeta deserved what he got, but if he does recover, see to it that you do not do that to him again. He is valuable to me and I do not want to have to replace him."
"Yes sire." She said with a slight bow.
"Thank you my dear. As soon as Zarbon returns I will have him escort you to your rooms."
"Thank you Lord Frieza. You are too kind." Frieza smirked.
"Yes. I believe you are correct."
"He will heal though? His eyes- he will see again?" Radditz demanded of the medical technician.
"Well, his chances are good, since you brought him here so quickly. But he will have to remain in isolation for a few days to repair the damage."
"But he will heal?" Radditz prompted.
"I won't make any promises. You'll just have to keep your fingers crossed." Radditz growled low in his throat. The med. Tech. Wasn't phased in the slightest. He snorted in contempt. "Threats will not make his recovery go any faster, so I suggest you leave and let me do my job. You are doing nothing but getting in my way." He snapped. Radditz spat on the floor and stormed out of the room. Kishiro cast a glance at Vegeta floating in the regeneration tank. She had hated him so! But now that she saw him helpless, her heart went out to him. She finally was beginning to understand the hardships he faced each day. Radditz had tried to explain, but words were nothing compared to the sight before her.
Silvart snuck into the medical center and saw the object of her hatred, floating unconscious in a tank. He looked totally different from when he'd attacked her home and raped her. He looked so... young. She had not expected that at all. She had had an image in her head since he'd raped her of someone evil and vicious. He assumptions were not far off, but something didn't quite fit. She could sense a dark hatred and rage coming from him since the moment she'd had the displeasure of meeting him, but at the same time she felt.. What was it? When he'd snapped at he telepathically, she sensed, pain and overwhelming sorrow. It didn't fit her picture of him at all. She frowned and chewed her lower lip as she stared at him. She hated him and yet... she pitied him as well. She didn't know what to think. She lowered her eyes and turned quickly, storming out of the medic room.
To be continued...