The Price of Power 21
By: Kichi
DISCLAIMER: I don't own shit. I am broke as hell. Don't sue.
He was alone. At long last. Vitreo had finally decided to leave him alone. Vegeta felt such rage at his helplessness. He had never been in a situation like this. At least with Frieza he knew the tyrant wouldn't kill him. At least, he was pretty sure he wouldn't. And even if he wanted to Vegeta at least could put up a fight. Probably a two second fight, but nonetheless, he would at least be able to try.
Now he could barely move. He was in agony anyway and doubted he would be able to move in any normal circumstance. He sighed, determined to at least try. He slowly rolled onto his side, groaning in pain as he did. The effort cost him and he sighed wearily. He briefly wondered if Frieza was laughing at him this very moment.
He didn't find the thought of death by torture at the hands of weaklings very appealing. He had been through a lot in his 22 years and he was able to handle a lot of pain, but it was getting ridiculous. He was so weak now a Saiyan child could kick his ass around the block without breaking a sweat. And the pain was intense, not as bad as it had been an hour ago, but still bad enough.
He was exhausted but sleep eluded him. He had never been in worse shape in his life. With a soft sigh he closed his eyes and tried to relax, but it was difficult on the cold stone floor. He was shaking with chills. He tried to power up enough to warm himself but nothing happened. The effort exhausted him further and he instantly fell asleep, forgetting the pain and the cold.
Radditz awoke after hours of sleep. Whoever had been torturing Vegeta had finally left him alone. He'd heard a few moans after that, but ignored them and quickly fell asleep. He felt a little better. Maybe he would have enough energy to form a ki blast. He sat up and glanced over at Nappa who still slept.
"Some help you are." Radditz murmured. He closed his eyes and drew as much power as he could and formed a thin beam. It sliced through the tiny black box. It sputtered and the soft humming ceased. Radditz gasped in relief. He felt like a thousand pounds had been lifted off his chest. He leapt to his feet, joyful as his strength returned to him.
Nappa opened his eyes and sat up with a yawn. He felt like he'd taken the best nap of his life. He felt amazing! Whatever had been weakening the three Saiyans seemed to have gone. He laughed gleefully, and jumped to his feet. He scanned the room and noticed that Radditz was already at the door. He tugged at it and they could hear metal grinding as the hinges gave way. Radditz gave the door a solid kick and it flew into the hall. Two Urians stood guard and gaped in astonishment as the two huge Saiyans stormed out, their faces twisted with rage.
"Shit!" One cried and tried to run for it. Radditz caught it easily and tore out its windpipe. Nappa grabbed the other by the back of its head and slammed it, face-first into the wall. There was a sickening crunch and splat as the skull collapsed and brain matter sprayed out.
Radditz ran to each door, kicking the in until he found Vegeta. He searched for the negative moon-wave generator and destroyed it before it began to affect him. Nappa dashed to Vegeta's side and shook him roughly. Vegeta's eyes flew open as his sat up with a gasp. He blinked in amazement when her realized he could move and stumbled to his feet. Nappa grabbed his arm and pulled him along as they raced down the hall. Once Vegeta had regained enough strength he wrenched from Nappa's grip and abruptly stopped running. He pointed a finger towards the end of the hall and began to shoot ki like mad. Explosions ripped through the ancient rock and the whole castle began to crumble around him. Vegeta grinned at the screams of the dying.
"Bastards." He hissed. He shot another blast in the crumbling roof. The ancient stones turned to dust as the three made their way outside.
Vegeta gazed into the sky taking deep breaths of air, reveling in his freedom. It was then that he saw a reminder of slaver of another sort.
"Uh oh, look who's here." Nappa and Radditz switched their gaze to the sky.
"Ah great." Radditz spat.
It was Frieza.
At that very moment, not realizing the danger they were in, only concerned with beating the Saiyan's that destroyed their base, the Urians attacked. The Saiyans hear their enemy's cries below. They each turned their dark gazes to the Uri below. As if by some unspoken signal each raised a hand and sent a barrage of ki spheres hurtling towards the natives. The explosion that followed was quickly ignored by its creators as they again turned to watch the object of their hatred descend from the skies.
"You see Zarbon, you should give the Saiyans more credit. I knew the little monkeys would find a way out. There aren't as stupid as you think. Well, two out of the three." Frieza ignored whatever reply Zarbon had opened his mouth to say, and his hover-chair descended through his personal entrance at the top of the ship.
He was coming down. They watched him ascend. They had escaped the Uri, why was he bothering? Nappa and Radditz kept their gazes fixed on Frieza. They knew that whatever happened, Vegeta would take the blame, as he was their leader and prince.
Vegeta himself was no longer watching Frieza; he was using all of his strength to remain standing. He was bleeding worse than he thought and for some reason, he wasn't healing fast enough. The cut in his side was deep, the blood oozed freely staining the leg of his fighting suit a deep purple. Whatever Vitreo has stabbed him with had went deeper than he'd thought. He was getting dizzy as Frieza was landing.
Frieza's hover-chair floated a foot above the ground. Nappa and Radditz stared in defiance; as much as they feared Frieza's great strength they would never openly show it. But Frieza ignored them, looking past them at the Saiyan no Ouji. Vegeta was hunched over and clutching his wounded side.
"Vegeta are you unwell?" the question echoed through his skull plunging him into vertigo. He tried to lift his head, but his limbs refused to move and he vaguely noticed the ground rushing up to meet him.
Nappa heard a thud behind him and saw Frieza's eyes widen in surprise. He quickly turned to see Vegeta face down in the dirt, a small puddle of blood forming at his side.
"What happened to him?" Frieza snarled. Nappa and Radditz gaped in surprise. They didn't know what the hell was wrong with him! He was fine a moment ago!
"He- he was fine!" Nappa stuttered. Radditz nodded effusively.
"He was!" Radditz agreed.
"Well, I'm glad I have no need for body guards." Frieza snorted. "I had thought that Vegeta didn't need your services, but obviously you are both too incompetent to watch over him for the simplest things. The Uri are a planet of weaklings! And yet all three of the 'mighty' Saiyans could only destroy a handful.
"But they had these devices that restricted our ki!" Radditz cried. It wasn't his fault Vegeta was in this state; he'd done all he could. If it weren't for him they would still be imprisoned.
"ENOUGH!" Frieza bellowed. "Get that boy and bring him on the ship, NOW!" Nappa grabbed Vegeta and hauled him up over his shoulder. Radditz followed hissing curses under his breath.
24 hours later
Radditz and Kishiro stood outside the tank that was slowly healing Vegeta. An air born virus native to Uri had infected the wound he'd gotten from whatever device the Uri had used to torture him. The virus had weakened Vegeta's immune system and was crippling his healing abilities. While he floated listlessly in the greenish healing fluid, the wound was slowly closing while his immune system was being repaired at the same time. A squat, lizard-like doctor with an orange puff of hair atop his head fluttered around the machine, flipping switches and pushing buttons.
"How long until he can come out?" Kishiro asked.
"Not much longer. Another day or two I'd assume." He replied, not once looking away from the tanks occupant. "The wound he suffered is quite severe. He is out of danger now, but some of his internal organs were damaged and will take at least another day to heal. Now if you two will excuse me.." he mumbled and tottered deeper into the lab.
"Frieza will not be too happy. He hates to be kept waiting when he wants to chew someone out." Radditz sighed. Once they had gotten on the ship Frieza had yelled and ranted all the way to the regeneration tank. He could still recall Frieza's bitter words.
"Pathetic Saiyans! All these years I've WASTED training that boy and he cannot even defend himself from one of the WEAKEST species in this sector! As soon as he gets out he will spend 6 months in INTENSE training, do you hear me?" he shrieked in Nappa's ear. Nappa winced as his eardrums rang.
"Yes sir." He yelled. Frieza stopped dead in his tracks and watched as Nappa dashed to the medic wing of the ship.
"Zarbon." He snapped. The green alien was at his side in a second.
"Yes, my Lord?"
"I want you to find someone on the ship who is twice Vegeta's current power level."
"Which is-?"
"20,000, if I recall correctly. Taking a reading with you scouter now would be pointless." He added as he saw Zarbon reach up to tap his scouter.
"Yes Lord Frieza. I will begin my search immediately."
"Good. And Zarbon?" he added. Zarbon halted mid-step and whirled to face his master. "If you can find no one, I have someone in mind."
"Yes sir." Zarbon nodded and turned to leave.
"Yes." Frieza said, his small black lips curving in a smile. "I definitely have someone in mind." He cackled.
TO BE CONTINUED.....
By: Kichi
DISCLAIMER: I don't own shit. I am broke as hell. Don't sue.
He was alone. At long last. Vitreo had finally decided to leave him alone. Vegeta felt such rage at his helplessness. He had never been in a situation like this. At least with Frieza he knew the tyrant wouldn't kill him. At least, he was pretty sure he wouldn't. And even if he wanted to Vegeta at least could put up a fight. Probably a two second fight, but nonetheless, he would at least be able to try.
Now he could barely move. He was in agony anyway and doubted he would be able to move in any normal circumstance. He sighed, determined to at least try. He slowly rolled onto his side, groaning in pain as he did. The effort cost him and he sighed wearily. He briefly wondered if Frieza was laughing at him this very moment.
He didn't find the thought of death by torture at the hands of weaklings very appealing. He had been through a lot in his 22 years and he was able to handle a lot of pain, but it was getting ridiculous. He was so weak now a Saiyan child could kick his ass around the block without breaking a sweat. And the pain was intense, not as bad as it had been an hour ago, but still bad enough.
He was exhausted but sleep eluded him. He had never been in worse shape in his life. With a soft sigh he closed his eyes and tried to relax, but it was difficult on the cold stone floor. He was shaking with chills. He tried to power up enough to warm himself but nothing happened. The effort exhausted him further and he instantly fell asleep, forgetting the pain and the cold.
Radditz awoke after hours of sleep. Whoever had been torturing Vegeta had finally left him alone. He'd heard a few moans after that, but ignored them and quickly fell asleep. He felt a little better. Maybe he would have enough energy to form a ki blast. He sat up and glanced over at Nappa who still slept.
"Some help you are." Radditz murmured. He closed his eyes and drew as much power as he could and formed a thin beam. It sliced through the tiny black box. It sputtered and the soft humming ceased. Radditz gasped in relief. He felt like a thousand pounds had been lifted off his chest. He leapt to his feet, joyful as his strength returned to him.
Nappa opened his eyes and sat up with a yawn. He felt like he'd taken the best nap of his life. He felt amazing! Whatever had been weakening the three Saiyans seemed to have gone. He laughed gleefully, and jumped to his feet. He scanned the room and noticed that Radditz was already at the door. He tugged at it and they could hear metal grinding as the hinges gave way. Radditz gave the door a solid kick and it flew into the hall. Two Urians stood guard and gaped in astonishment as the two huge Saiyans stormed out, their faces twisted with rage.
"Shit!" One cried and tried to run for it. Radditz caught it easily and tore out its windpipe. Nappa grabbed the other by the back of its head and slammed it, face-first into the wall. There was a sickening crunch and splat as the skull collapsed and brain matter sprayed out.
Radditz ran to each door, kicking the in until he found Vegeta. He searched for the negative moon-wave generator and destroyed it before it began to affect him. Nappa dashed to Vegeta's side and shook him roughly. Vegeta's eyes flew open as his sat up with a gasp. He blinked in amazement when her realized he could move and stumbled to his feet. Nappa grabbed his arm and pulled him along as they raced down the hall. Once Vegeta had regained enough strength he wrenched from Nappa's grip and abruptly stopped running. He pointed a finger towards the end of the hall and began to shoot ki like mad. Explosions ripped through the ancient rock and the whole castle began to crumble around him. Vegeta grinned at the screams of the dying.
"Bastards." He hissed. He shot another blast in the crumbling roof. The ancient stones turned to dust as the three made their way outside.
Vegeta gazed into the sky taking deep breaths of air, reveling in his freedom. It was then that he saw a reminder of slaver of another sort.
"Uh oh, look who's here." Nappa and Radditz switched their gaze to the sky.
"Ah great." Radditz spat.
It was Frieza.
At that very moment, not realizing the danger they were in, only concerned with beating the Saiyan's that destroyed their base, the Urians attacked. The Saiyans hear their enemy's cries below. They each turned their dark gazes to the Uri below. As if by some unspoken signal each raised a hand and sent a barrage of ki spheres hurtling towards the natives. The explosion that followed was quickly ignored by its creators as they again turned to watch the object of their hatred descend from the skies.
"You see Zarbon, you should give the Saiyans more credit. I knew the little monkeys would find a way out. There aren't as stupid as you think. Well, two out of the three." Frieza ignored whatever reply Zarbon had opened his mouth to say, and his hover-chair descended through his personal entrance at the top of the ship.
He was coming down. They watched him ascend. They had escaped the Uri, why was he bothering? Nappa and Radditz kept their gazes fixed on Frieza. They knew that whatever happened, Vegeta would take the blame, as he was their leader and prince.
Vegeta himself was no longer watching Frieza; he was using all of his strength to remain standing. He was bleeding worse than he thought and for some reason, he wasn't healing fast enough. The cut in his side was deep, the blood oozed freely staining the leg of his fighting suit a deep purple. Whatever Vitreo has stabbed him with had went deeper than he'd thought. He was getting dizzy as Frieza was landing.
Frieza's hover-chair floated a foot above the ground. Nappa and Radditz stared in defiance; as much as they feared Frieza's great strength they would never openly show it. But Frieza ignored them, looking past them at the Saiyan no Ouji. Vegeta was hunched over and clutching his wounded side.
"Vegeta are you unwell?" the question echoed through his skull plunging him into vertigo. He tried to lift his head, but his limbs refused to move and he vaguely noticed the ground rushing up to meet him.
Nappa heard a thud behind him and saw Frieza's eyes widen in surprise. He quickly turned to see Vegeta face down in the dirt, a small puddle of blood forming at his side.
"What happened to him?" Frieza snarled. Nappa and Radditz gaped in surprise. They didn't know what the hell was wrong with him! He was fine a moment ago!
"He- he was fine!" Nappa stuttered. Radditz nodded effusively.
"He was!" Radditz agreed.
"Well, I'm glad I have no need for body guards." Frieza snorted. "I had thought that Vegeta didn't need your services, but obviously you are both too incompetent to watch over him for the simplest things. The Uri are a planet of weaklings! And yet all three of the 'mighty' Saiyans could only destroy a handful.
"But they had these devices that restricted our ki!" Radditz cried. It wasn't his fault Vegeta was in this state; he'd done all he could. If it weren't for him they would still be imprisoned.
"ENOUGH!" Frieza bellowed. "Get that boy and bring him on the ship, NOW!" Nappa grabbed Vegeta and hauled him up over his shoulder. Radditz followed hissing curses under his breath.
24 hours later
Radditz and Kishiro stood outside the tank that was slowly healing Vegeta. An air born virus native to Uri had infected the wound he'd gotten from whatever device the Uri had used to torture him. The virus had weakened Vegeta's immune system and was crippling his healing abilities. While he floated listlessly in the greenish healing fluid, the wound was slowly closing while his immune system was being repaired at the same time. A squat, lizard-like doctor with an orange puff of hair atop his head fluttered around the machine, flipping switches and pushing buttons.
"How long until he can come out?" Kishiro asked.
"Not much longer. Another day or two I'd assume." He replied, not once looking away from the tanks occupant. "The wound he suffered is quite severe. He is out of danger now, but some of his internal organs were damaged and will take at least another day to heal. Now if you two will excuse me.." he mumbled and tottered deeper into the lab.
"Frieza will not be too happy. He hates to be kept waiting when he wants to chew someone out." Radditz sighed. Once they had gotten on the ship Frieza had yelled and ranted all the way to the regeneration tank. He could still recall Frieza's bitter words.
"Pathetic Saiyans! All these years I've WASTED training that boy and he cannot even defend himself from one of the WEAKEST species in this sector! As soon as he gets out he will spend 6 months in INTENSE training, do you hear me?" he shrieked in Nappa's ear. Nappa winced as his eardrums rang.
"Yes sir." He yelled. Frieza stopped dead in his tracks and watched as Nappa dashed to the medic wing of the ship.
"Zarbon." He snapped. The green alien was at his side in a second.
"Yes, my Lord?"
"I want you to find someone on the ship who is twice Vegeta's current power level."
"Which is-?"
"20,000, if I recall correctly. Taking a reading with you scouter now would be pointless." He added as he saw Zarbon reach up to tap his scouter.
"Yes Lord Frieza. I will begin my search immediately."
"Good. And Zarbon?" he added. Zarbon halted mid-step and whirled to face his master. "If you can find no one, I have someone in mind."
"Yes sir." Zarbon nodded and turned to leave.
"Yes." Frieza said, his small black lips curving in a smile. "I definitely have someone in mind." He cackled.
TO BE CONTINUED.....