The Price of Power 22
By: Kichi
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything.
Darkness. Such empty, unending darkness. The hollow emptiness that surrounded him seemed to seep into his skin and turn his bones to dust. He felt himself falling and when he tried to fly, nothing happened. He continued to fall, forever and ever...
Vegeta awoke with a gasp, his eyes wide in fear as the cold chill of his dream slowly left him. He shut his eyes tightly as the fluid in the regeneration tank burned his eyes.
He hated the tank. It seemed as if most of his time was spent in there. When was the last time he'd slept in an actual bed? Not that he should complain about such things. After all, he was a warrior and should be able to sleep on the cold ground every single night and not lose a wink of sleep. But that was not the point, he reasoned, feeling his anger rise. The point was that he should no be getting his ass kicked every day; he should be doing the kicking. He was an elite fighter and grew stronger after defeating stronger enemies, but lately he'd only purged planets with pathetic natives, which immediately reminded him of Uri. He growled angrily, but other than that he could do nothing. He'd been in the tank only twenty minutes and he was still to exhausted to move, but at least the pain in his side had reduced to a dull throbbing. Whatever that smelly bastard had stabbed him with had done some internal damage and was slow in repairing. The more he thought about it, the more his anger grew, but his rage was dulled by his exhaustion and he felt sleep trying to reclaim him.
But he didn't want to sleep! Every time he slept, he dreamt. Except when he was in his pod and the sleep gas knocked him out, he never dreamed then - at least he never remembered his dreams upon waking. That was a blessing to him. His dreams were always so twisted and warped. They never made any sense, and sometimes they were just damn scary. He'd awake from freaky scenes of things he never even thought of during the day, nonsensical things that made him wonder about himself. It was as if his mind was taking a perverse delight in torturing him, making his sleep as restless as possible. He hated not being able to control his dreams. He hated it, and yet he loved it at the same time. If he remembered his dreams and they weren't terrible, he found sometimes that it was the only amusement he'd get all day.
But he knew now if he fell asleep he would be back at that dark place with nothing at all around. He felt a chill run up his spine and opened his eyes wide, trying to stay awake.
He ignored the pain from his stinging eyes and forced himself to try and understand what was going on outside his tank.
"He's awake. But he probably won't be for long." He couldn't hear the tech through the thick glass and even thicker fluid that surrounded him, but he guessed the green lizard was talking about him. Then he caught a flash of silver and then he was staring into a familiar face.
The girl! The one with the silver hair that he'd raped! The one that had nearly blinded him! Vegeta growled in fury and pounded on the inside of the glass as hard as he could. Damn. He thought as he gazed at the unmarred surface. Not even a scratch. I must be weaker than I thought. He saw the silver girl smile broadly and he hissed in rage, his hands balling up into fists and he began to pound with all his might.
The tech heard a faint pounding followed by soft, lilting laughter. He turned from Vegeta's medical records to see the young prince pounding the glass window on the tank hatch and the young woman with the silver hair laughing in delight.
"Stop!" the tech cried in anguish, running over. "What are you doing?" he fairly shrieked.
Silvart glared at the oncoming tech and instantly a bright flash filled the room. The tech fell to his knees with a pained cry, his hands coming up to cover his face. Inside the tank Vegeta was the same, though the effect was not as strong for him as the greenish liquid that filled the tank somewhat absorbed the blast of light.
Silvart came closer to the tank and pressed the intercom, which allowed whoever inside to hear the person on the outside.
"Vegeta, Prince of a dead race." She stated in a clam, smooth voice. "You will listen to me now, whether you like it or not." Vegeta's eyes narrowed in fury and continued to pound on the smooth glass. "Stop struggling." She chided. "I put a light sedative in the system while the tech was in the potty!" she giggled. "You can't get out no matter how hard you try!"
Vegeta hissed in fury, damn the witch! Now he had no choice but to listen to her senseless blather. And he knew, without a doubt, that he wasn't going to like what he heard.
"For the dishonor you have placed upon my shoulders I will do all in my power to make you life hell. Be warned." He almost laughed until he felt a searing pain from the wound in his side. "My people have many powers which are unknown to your kind. Try as you like, you will never destroy me! I will make every moment of you life from this point forward nothing but pure pain and hell. Why do you think the Uri defeated you and your kind so easily? Take heed of this warning. Dare you cross my path again, and you will not live to regret it. You only live now by my mercy." She said with a sickly sweet smile and then turned on her heel and left Vegeta alone with his thoughts.
I know that was short but that's the way it HAD to be!!
TO BE CONTINUED.........
By: Kichi
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything.
Darkness. Such empty, unending darkness. The hollow emptiness that surrounded him seemed to seep into his skin and turn his bones to dust. He felt himself falling and when he tried to fly, nothing happened. He continued to fall, forever and ever...
Vegeta awoke with a gasp, his eyes wide in fear as the cold chill of his dream slowly left him. He shut his eyes tightly as the fluid in the regeneration tank burned his eyes.
He hated the tank. It seemed as if most of his time was spent in there. When was the last time he'd slept in an actual bed? Not that he should complain about such things. After all, he was a warrior and should be able to sleep on the cold ground every single night and not lose a wink of sleep. But that was not the point, he reasoned, feeling his anger rise. The point was that he should no be getting his ass kicked every day; he should be doing the kicking. He was an elite fighter and grew stronger after defeating stronger enemies, but lately he'd only purged planets with pathetic natives, which immediately reminded him of Uri. He growled angrily, but other than that he could do nothing. He'd been in the tank only twenty minutes and he was still to exhausted to move, but at least the pain in his side had reduced to a dull throbbing. Whatever that smelly bastard had stabbed him with had done some internal damage and was slow in repairing. The more he thought about it, the more his anger grew, but his rage was dulled by his exhaustion and he felt sleep trying to reclaim him.
But he didn't want to sleep! Every time he slept, he dreamt. Except when he was in his pod and the sleep gas knocked him out, he never dreamed then - at least he never remembered his dreams upon waking. That was a blessing to him. His dreams were always so twisted and warped. They never made any sense, and sometimes they were just damn scary. He'd awake from freaky scenes of things he never even thought of during the day, nonsensical things that made him wonder about himself. It was as if his mind was taking a perverse delight in torturing him, making his sleep as restless as possible. He hated not being able to control his dreams. He hated it, and yet he loved it at the same time. If he remembered his dreams and they weren't terrible, he found sometimes that it was the only amusement he'd get all day.
But he knew now if he fell asleep he would be back at that dark place with nothing at all around. He felt a chill run up his spine and opened his eyes wide, trying to stay awake.
He ignored the pain from his stinging eyes and forced himself to try and understand what was going on outside his tank.
"He's awake. But he probably won't be for long." He couldn't hear the tech through the thick glass and even thicker fluid that surrounded him, but he guessed the green lizard was talking about him. Then he caught a flash of silver and then he was staring into a familiar face.
The girl! The one with the silver hair that he'd raped! The one that had nearly blinded him! Vegeta growled in fury and pounded on the inside of the glass as hard as he could. Damn. He thought as he gazed at the unmarred surface. Not even a scratch. I must be weaker than I thought. He saw the silver girl smile broadly and he hissed in rage, his hands balling up into fists and he began to pound with all his might.
The tech heard a faint pounding followed by soft, lilting laughter. He turned from Vegeta's medical records to see the young prince pounding the glass window on the tank hatch and the young woman with the silver hair laughing in delight.
"Stop!" the tech cried in anguish, running over. "What are you doing?" he fairly shrieked.
Silvart glared at the oncoming tech and instantly a bright flash filled the room. The tech fell to his knees with a pained cry, his hands coming up to cover his face. Inside the tank Vegeta was the same, though the effect was not as strong for him as the greenish liquid that filled the tank somewhat absorbed the blast of light.
Silvart came closer to the tank and pressed the intercom, which allowed whoever inside to hear the person on the outside.
"Vegeta, Prince of a dead race." She stated in a clam, smooth voice. "You will listen to me now, whether you like it or not." Vegeta's eyes narrowed in fury and continued to pound on the smooth glass. "Stop struggling." She chided. "I put a light sedative in the system while the tech was in the potty!" she giggled. "You can't get out no matter how hard you try!"
Vegeta hissed in fury, damn the witch! Now he had no choice but to listen to her senseless blather. And he knew, without a doubt, that he wasn't going to like what he heard.
"For the dishonor you have placed upon my shoulders I will do all in my power to make you life hell. Be warned." He almost laughed until he felt a searing pain from the wound in his side. "My people have many powers which are unknown to your kind. Try as you like, you will never destroy me! I will make every moment of you life from this point forward nothing but pure pain and hell. Why do you think the Uri defeated you and your kind so easily? Take heed of this warning. Dare you cross my path again, and you will not live to regret it. You only live now by my mercy." She said with a sickly sweet smile and then turned on her heel and left Vegeta alone with his thoughts.
I know that was short but that's the way it HAD to be!!
TO BE CONTINUED.........