* Looks at received revs and laughs evilly * who says threatening ppl doesn't get you anywhere? It always works for me!
Heh, well anyway, after reading the revs and deciding I had enough I've actually decided to continue.
;) (all those nice ppl actually bothering like Quaxo and Pitbull girl should just ignore me here.
I've got a little,.. ego problem)
So here she is! Chapter 6!
Enjoy, and pls Rev.
You don't HAVE to suck up to me(though I really don't mind),
I just want to know if you've really read it and what you thought!

Oh, and ppl, I think I've thought of a second part 2 'hazardous. :) and will be fun.
So don't worry, I'll get to that soon.

BTW. I'm not sure this story suits this particular story; well, not in the way the others did.
But I think it suits Veggie, don't you?;)

Disclaimer: This sickened and deprived mind has not yet found a way to claim DBZ or any of the product's winnings as her own.
She will, however, keep trying until she finds a way, or until she gets to conquer the galaxy.
Whichever opportunely arises first.

oh, and I've finally found something to check my spelling! GReat huh?

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The hand that feeds me Chapter6

In an old and dark castle there lived in it's deep and unending dungeons a dragon.
The dragon had always been there, as far as anyone could tell.
And thought it was an evil and ruthless thing, it provided little trouble to the king and his entourage;
for, the dungeons were never ending, and the dragon was hardly ever encountered as long as one kept away from those
lower levels where it roamed.
As the years went on, however, more and more often the dragon was seen, and it became a real nuisance to the king
-his servants would call that an understatement; for to them, it became an easy way to die young.
The dragon came was sighted more and more often, and more and more workers and prisoners went 'mysteriously' missing.
Until the daughter of the king could stand it no-more.

"Father," the princess told her father. I am going down to the dungeons, and I'm going to put a stop to that dragon.
Well, the king was furious, of course, and wouldn't hear of it. But the Princess knew some of the mystic arts, and
soon convinced the King to let her have her way.
So, the princess went down to those dungeons armed only with a little collar and a bowl of milk.
Now, those servants condemned to accompany the princess where sure their days were numbered.
After all, what was a little girl with a belled collar and a pitcher of milk going to do about a dragon?
Well, as said, the princess knew a little about suck matters, and so she and the servants snuck up on the dragon.
When she'd finally found the monster, she stayed well back and placed the milk in a bowl on the ground.
The Dragon turned it's giant head at this, but when it went to investigate, it came upon the saucer of milk.
And so it started to lap up the milk, for all dragons love the stuff.
And the princess smiled as she watched it drink.
Then, to everyone's amazement, the dragon slunk and slunk, becoming as small as a horse, as a man, as a dog,
and smaller even. And as it grew steadily smaller, it's scales fell off to reveal a soft thick fur.
All the servants gasped at the little creature that was left.

With a triumphant smile, the princess went over to the little thing and licked it up.
It still had big sharp claws and sharp teeth, but it's mean demeanour seemed cured as the princess put the colour
around it's neck and petted it.
More then that even, for it; the cat, softly began to purr.
And that is why you must all feed your cat a saucer of milk now and then. For, not only does it like the taste of it;
if you do not, it is quite possible that the cat will, once again, change back into a dragon.

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Vegeta sighed again as he looked at the white little creature at the end of his arm.
He told himself that he'd die of shame if anyone ever saw this.

It wasn't befitting of a prince.
But, he considered as he looked at the thing with its white, un-seeing eyes and its white, silk skin,
there was no-one to see; no one to hear.

So who cared?

"I can't believe I'm actually talking to you."

The pale creature opened its pale, folded mouth at this.
"Yes your lord, prince Vegeta! Unworfft-y!
I am Honorffthe, HONORFFTH! You have lowered yourself to speak to my Pathff-tetic Selfft!"

The little Saij-jin almost giggled at this, but caught himself.
Mostly out of habit.
The creature -he hadn't decided what it should be yet- had a bad lisp and sounded pretty funny.
Now where had that come from? Asked a dark, considering corner of his mind.

Ignoring that voice, the little prince smirked.
"You know what? You talk funny, you're ugly and blind besides, _and_ your have absolutely no personality.
But you're still the best company I've run into since getting on this pathetic thing called a battle-cruiser."

Vegeta opened his hand again, mimicking speech.
"Oooh, FFFFthankyou! SSsso muchhhs! Youf don't know howth muchss this meansss to me!"

-"Oh, you're quite welcome," he told it, smirking to keep from laughing.
"And, come to think of it, you're the best looking too. Though,"
and he lowered his voice, pretending someone might actually be listening.
"I have to tell you, you're pretty ugly. It's just that you can't hold a candle to Freeza or his cronies!"

And he laughed at the boots blank expression till his ribs hurt.

Vegeta sat staring at his boot-covered hand for a while, then spoke.

"I'm going to get them for this, you know."

The white boot didn't answer. How had he come to this?

Scowling at his foot-wear 'friend', he remembered what he could of the last couple of days.

Vegeta had not been left in his room for much more then an hour before 'they' showed up.

Mawi hadn't been with them, he knew. But there were three of them all the same.
It was too dark to make out there faces, and none of them spoke a word.
All the same, Vegeta knew for sure Mawi couldn't have been moving about yet.

He hardly could move himself, and he was a Saij-jin.

But his 'classmates' obviously hadn't though of that;
in fact they'd rushed him like he was some wild animal ready to tear into them.
Vegeta doubted they'd even noticed he hadn't struggled at all.
His passiveness hadn't been from physical inability though.

The prince hadn't understood what was wrong with himself, but Freeza's threats had done something to him.
His mind was so dull he'd hardly noticed them kicking into him after a while.
Maybe it was shock, maybe even more than that, but it had been hours before the Prince had come back to his old self.

Oddly enough, talking to himself had started then.

"You're going to get them for this. You're going to get them all.

First those kids.

Next time they come, you throw a light-blast. See their faces.
Then, when they let you out of here, we'll just take them out, one by one."

After all, he reasoned, what were they going to do about it?
Beat him?

"One by one.
Mawi goes last. Then when they're all dead and done with, we'll get that pansy Zarbon.
Then, Freeza himself."

And he'd smiled to himself, knowing with cold certainty that he would -could- do exactly what he'd just told himself.

That was how that doctor had found him; sitting up against the wall, staring away blankly with a smirk on his face.
The man had set his arm -apparently, it had been broken- and bandaged his ribs, then thrown a blanket on him and left
without a single word.

Yes; odd, that. Why had that doctor only showed up hours after those kids had?
Almost like they knew they would?

"They know alright,.. They know." He told his booted hand.
He'd been tricked. They'd tricked him and he fell for it!
Damned! The dumb boot wasn't much consolation either.
It just looked back at him with that eye-less face. He really wasn't getting as much out of this conversation as he'd hoped.

"Doesn't matter. Defeat makes a Saij-jin stronger."
Whatever that meant.
But his father had said it was the one secret Freeza didn't know about Saij-jins, so it was prized knowledge.

Strengthened by this, he growled at his boot.

"Well? Aren't you going to say anything?"

He really needed to talk to something. It was just too quiet in here.
Never a sound except hose muffled noises from beyond his cell.
He knew there was some hallway behind the back wall, and every few hours people would pass by.
When he'd stayed really still and put his ear against the wall, he could almost hear what they were saying.

Almost.

Vegeta imagined his boot blinked.

"My Princcce! I hate thisss place! It's clod and dark and -and too ssschmall!
I want to go outsschide, and"

-"SHUT UP!"

With that, The little Saij-jin threw his boot against the wall, then blasted it.
"Shut up, Shut up! SHUT the Fuck UP!"

Vegeta smirked at the smoking remains of his boot, what light his little demonstration of power had provided slowly
dying away again.

Well, the boot had a point, but the prince of Vegita-seij couldn't tolerate this kind of talk.

How long had it been?
Vegeta racked his mind. Some, 18-20 meals, and that -probably- three time a day.

Vegeta growled as he tried to remember, but all meals looked the same, and time in between meant very little here.
Too much time spent in the silence and the dark.

It was dark. But he didn't mind dark. He minded,.. small.
If you looked at the walls too long, they seemed to be moving in. slowly, steadily.

Shrugging it off, the little prince got up and patted over to the tattered remains on the floor, one foot bare.
"There there, I forgive you. Stupid thing. No more complaining though."

As he picked the boot up he felt a bit stupid for blasting it. This had been his last whole pair.
He probably smelled too.
He was going to strike some pose when they'd finally did open that door.

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"Ahh. There you are, my dear Zarbon. Tell us, how is our little pet."

Zarbon stepped from the shadows, a little disappointed that he'd been spotted by master Freeza so easily. He grunted.
"He's talking to his boot. Again."

Freeza shrugged. "oh well, as long as he's talking, and not schrieking like a monkey, he'll be fine."

Not wanting to show the detest he felt, Zarbon shrugged uninterestedly again.
"It's quite possible that he is. Seems to be speaking Saij-jin to it. I never could tell the difference."

Freeza laughed. "Oh well, it won't be more then a week or so more."
His red eyes gleamed dangerously with mirth.
"You're wondering why I'm doing this, don't you?"
-"NO! not at all. It's just that. Well,.. I thought you'd just,.."

Freeza smiled broadly, his thin pink lips stretching.
Zarbon really wished he wouldn't do that.
"Oh, believe me, I wanted to.
But I swear, Saij-jins seem to like getting beat into a pulp."