At first he thought it would be dinner, but it took too long after he'd heard that sound before some was shoved inside

Hello ppl! It's me again!

Chapter 7 of this rather bloody tale. J I hope you're all enjoying reading it as much as I'm writing it. I'd really appreciate it if you let me know in the Revs. *shrugs* I'd really appreciate some constructive criticism, but if you can't think of any, just letting me know you managed to read the chapter to the end helps.

Btw, is this getting long or what? And I'm not even at the 'good' part yet. (Good part means taking your frustrations out on the innocents. Don't try this at home folks... well, not if you have a conscience.)

Read on ppl! I won't bother you with my ravings any longer…. Well, actually, this is all my ravings... but eh,.. I'll just.. shut up now,…?

The hand that feeds me, chaper7

Tenchi, first episode:

When the demon Ryoko (who looks surprisingly much like a beautiful lady) is freed from her prison, she comes after Tenchi, the boy that freed her.

"I was in that cave for 700 years." She tells him, sounding almost sad. "It was cold in there. And I didn't like it. Not one bit."

Tenchi backs up, panicking. "But it wasn't me that locked you up in there! It was my ancestors!"

She looks up at him, still sitting on that ledge. "Your ancestors? That's too bad. You see, I am going to have to vent my anger on someone."

Run, Tenchi! Run!

At first he thought it would be dinner, but it took too long after he'd heard the sound before any food was slid inside.

Next, he was sure he heard whispering, so he got up slowly, never taking his eyes off the door.

Vegeta even smirked to himself when he heard them fussing whit the door.

Paranoid? I think not.

Mawi was healed, and they were going to let him out. But not before the bully had paid his usual visit.

Good.

Slowly, evenly, he started preparing his ball of light, blinking against the glare. Trying to let his eyes adjust to the light evenly. It was going way too slowly to suit him though; he just hoped they'd take their time on the door. Vegeta growled softly. What was wrong with his eyes? It felt like he'd gotten allergic to light, even a little spark making his eyes water.

Just then, the door cracked open.

Change of plan.

Quickly, the prince closed his hand around the little ball, shielding his eyes with the other.

Easy as shooting babies.

"Mawi! My friend."

Vegeta hoped his voice sounded better them than it did to him, but he had more important things to worry about now. Slowly, he started backing up.

The figure in the doorway didn't seem to be listening, just advanced on him slowly. He knew it was Mawi, advancing from the door-frame; he didn't need light to recognise him anymore. The others, the others were the ones he needed to see. The Saiyi-jin tried again.

"I've missed you."

Just wisecracking of course. Though, Vegeta realised, in an odd way, it was true. He backed up farther, inviting his attackers to come in. Yes, come in. and close the door behind you. He backed up father, putting what little room he had to good use. Back over to his 'bed'. Two other figures came in after the first. Too bad: looked like he'd have to find the fourth boy another way.

Kami! But he wished they would talk.

"I hope you're feeling alright now, Mawi. Really. I feel ever so bad about what happened."

The front most silhouette snorted. -"Yeah, right!"

An answer! It wasn't much, but it was better silence.

Anything was better then silence.

"Yes Mawi! Really!" The little prince continued, trying to keep conversation going while keeping at the same time trying to keep his own voice from sounding hysterical. He really didn't feel hysteric. His own voice was just betraying him. Vegeta kept talking though. "No! I mean it. I acted blunt and unthinkingly. What I did was stupid."

Mawi growled; Vegeta was sure it was Mawi.

"If you think you can get out of this."

Vegeta was on what served as his bed now,

"Oh, no. I understand. I'd do the same in your position. But I just wanted to say."

The little Saiyi-jin slowed his speech; he was so close. One corner of his mouth kept going up in what could become a wavery smile, but it was too dark for his attackers to see his look of anticipation.

He'd confused them; he could tell by the way those dark silhouettes held themselves.

"I just wanted you to know."

Finally, they closed that fucking door!

"Next time, I'll be more careful to KILL YOU RIGHT!"

With that, Vegeta threw his little ball of light, watching the startled faces as it made impact.

Sure enough, there was Mawi; purple as ever, but with some new dark scars on his face.

At his side Ray, some Burgillian prince; a wiry creature covered in a transparent fur.

And, Third and finally, a thick, orange Posson, whose name Vegeta had never bothered remembering.

Vegeta smirked at the renewed darkness, waiting for his attackers to stop panicking.

Silence again.

"Hey, monkey? That the best you can do?"

That, Vegeta couldn't resist.

"WHAT? You mean it didn't kill you all? How odd.

Wait! I know. It probably just needs some time."

Time.

The soldier that finally let him out just had to be a wise guy, didn't he?

"I thought Saiyi-jins were supposed to be fast healers."

Vegeta growled at the stubby green thing with the fish-like eyes as he limped past it.

It took the hint.

"Master Freeza himself will be debriefing your class to its next mission in fifteen minutes."

It had the nerve to blink again.

"You might want to take a bath and change before you join."

-"No shit Sherlock!" (free translation)

And so, he was late again. And making an ass of himself besides. He felt heavy and slow, like his muscles had decided they'd had enough and had baled out on him, leaving his brain to direct his bones and aching flesh on their own accord. He just knew Mawi and his palls were laughing at his back when he'd finally –clumsily- made it to his seat.

Didn't matter. Ray first: easy meat.

"….trust you're feeling better."

Freeza was talking to him, of course. Though why it always had to be him eluded Vegeta.

Again, he realised what a fake smile the thing wore. How It's voice dripped with sarcasm.

"You are feeling better, I hope, my Prince?…. my Prince? "

-"Excellent, Lord Freeza."

He sneered, but the pink tyrant just nodded, excepting Vegeta's answer as a poor attempt at courtesy, and it continued its explanations with a smile.

Which left Vegeta to stew at the indignity again.

",..blablabla, important mission, my dears. Blabla, yadda yadda." Freeza at his best.

The little Saiyi-jin really couldn't take much more of this shit.

Heads were going to roll. He was a prince, for Kami's sake.

"Blabla bla, yadda, take good care and blablabla,…"

And not just a prince; the Saiyi-jin prince; air to the throne, future ruler of a race of warriors that did not know their equals in the galaxy.

"Blablabla,.. couldn't live with myself if any of you wouldn't return,.."

Shimatta! His tail hurt.

How the hell is one to keep a bruised tail around one's middle anyway?

"Yadda, yadda, decided to put Mawi in charge again,.. blabla,.."

Why the fuck couldn't he just be put in the isolation tank,..?

-"NANNI?! "

Freeza sighed at him.

"Now, Vegeta, I know you and Mawi have been having some,.. problems. But you're both going to have to get over it."

-"PROBLEMS….? GET OVER IT?!"

Alright. So he was making a scene. He had cause.

"Let's get one thing straight, Lord Freeza. I am NOT –and I repeat: NOT!- following that purple piece of shit's orders, anywhere, anytime. Not even if he told me to take this ship's main engine, and stuff it up his backside while it was running."

The Saiyi-jin prince stood fuming, then blinked at his own idea and smirked a little as he pictured such a very painful death inflicted on his favourite enemy.

The Lord of the Universe also blinked, then cocked its head to the side, and smiled a little.

"Very well then, Vegeta, who would you suggest would lead the mission?"

Easy.

"Me."

Duh!

Freeza's mile broadened momentarily, becoming almost wolfish. It raised its voice.

"All those in favour of Prince Vegeta leading the force." Nothing.

Alright, so the kiddies didn't like him. What else was new?

"All those in favour of Mawi?"

A whole forest of hands. For some odd reason, some did seem to like Mawi.

Just when had Freeza become a democrat anyway?

Vegeta glared, crossing his arms.

"I don't care. I'm not going."

This time, even Mawi piped up.

"Excuse me, Lord Freeza. I hate to agree with the -.

With the Saiyi-jin, But I really don't want him on my team either."

The purple Posson at his side agreed loudly, then so did several others. Soon enough, every one had an opinion to voice. Vegeta caught things like "Crazy money.", and "He's likely to kill us first." The Prince just roared right back though, silencing one before turning on the next. Soon enough little more then a few murmurs were left.

Freeza crouched a little, making soothing gestures at them –though he was pretty much talking up to even those who were seated.

"Children, children!

I'm sorry, but you all need the experience.

And besides, Vegeta paid for what he did wrong. He's sorry, isn't he?"

That, of course caused the Saiyi-jin to snarl.

"Sorry? I don't even want to go on these looser missions anyway.

I want a real hunt. I wanna go with my dad."

-"I wanna go with my daaaad."

Vegeta was about to go and find out – or fight out- who had said that, but Freeza distracted him.

"Oh, but dear Vegeta. You know I asked him that.

You know he didn't want you along. Please, don't be like this."

A few weeks ago that would have hurt.

But then, a few weeks ago, Vegeta would have believed this lying little lizard.

I know you lie.

He didn't say it out loud; just glared daggers at the thing.

Freeza started his innocent blinking routine again. "What?"

Vegeta really didn't buy it anymore. Not this time. "Oh! I see."

It pretended to catch on. "You don't believe me...

Very well then. Come along."

Without a further word, the little lizard grabbed the prince by the arm and dragged him out the door, leaving a very stunned class behind.

"Class dismissed."

Freeza snapped.

"Well?"

Vegeta stared at the console sheepishly, rubbing his arm. Kami! What a grip the lizard had! Maybe it really was as strong as was rumoured.

"Go on then, boy. Call him."

The Saiyi-jin prince looked at master Freeza unsure. Did it really mean that? Or was it just bluffing? Only one way to find out. Only now, Vegeta wasn't all too sure he wanted to.

Freeza growled.

"Call your father, NOW."

Well, no way to get out, so he typed the code, accessing to line.

It took forever before his call was answered, but then royalty never did respond well to being summoned. Abruptly, the monitor blipped to live.

" WHAT?!"

Vegeta jumped at the gruffness of that voice. Yup, that was the king alright.

Grinning stupidly, the little Saiyi-jin looked at his father. The king.

The picture squinted back.

"Vegeta, is that you?"

-"Yeah."

Kami, this was good.

He hadn't seen another Saiyi-jin since he got here, let alone his own family.

"What the hell happened to your face, brat?"

Vegeta jumped.

Not at the 'brat' part though; that was customary. He shot a hand up to his face a moment, thinking about it.

"Nuffing. Why? What's wrong?"

- "You look like hell, boy. Are you sick? Have you been eating enough?"

Little Vegeta cringed a little.

This was pretty embarrassing, with Freeza there and all.

He decided to get right down to the point.

"Can I come along with you on the next mission?"

The king looked at him as if he'd swallowed the moon whole.

"What?"

-"I asked."

The king cut him off. "I heard you, brat. What did Freeza say."

Vegeta smiled a little, glancing quickly to the side. The pink little lizard didn't budge. "He told me to ask you."

His expectations sunk at his father's cold tone. "I see."

The king turned his glare on Freeza, obviously furious. The little horned creature just smiled back innocently, sweetly.

People missing the centre of attention here!

"Dad! Can I?"

-"NO!"

Alright.

Let's be fair.

Vegeta was shocked.

His father -in fact, no Sayiy-jin ever at all- ever told him no.

Seeing the devastated look on his son's face, the king relented.

"I'm sorry son. It's noth to do with you, but you can't."

Little Vegeta sniffed a little; he really didn't get why.

Unless.

"Father? Those twenty elites...?"

-"Are dead. But that has nothing to do with it either. Now son, I want you to listen to me. I'll see you again soon, but kindly excuse yourself. I have to talk to Freeza alone a little."

Vegeta nodded mutely, then turned to leave.

"What did IT want this time?"

King Vegeta sighed at the hostility in her voice. His mate the Queen, a sharp and beautiful Saiyi-jin. Powerful too, and brave. Slim without looking frail. Not too tall, not too small. Black hair wit midnight-blue accents, heavy bags tot the sides with a thing comb standing straight from her head continuing to her bang. Her face was sharp, almost thin. Especially when she was angry. Like now.

"You don't want to know. IT put our son on and made him ask if he could come along on my next mission."

"Little Vegeta? And what did you tell him?"

The king shrugged, a little angry at his mate for letting him face that alone.

The queen loathed Freeza even more then he did, but showed this by making sure never to be anywhere around when he –it- was about.

When it was announced there was an incoming call from Freeza's flagship, the Saiyi-jin woman had, again, made herself scarce.

"What do you think I told him, woman? That little creep was standing right next to him."

-"oh."

The queen pouted a little.

But she knew quite well her mate didn't have a choice in the matter.

"How was he? How did he look?"

Oh yes; she cared.

Contrary to common believe, Saiyi-jin women love their children. Even the sons, though they don't raise them themselves. They feel that 'mothering' a child would turn him into a sissy. So they don't.

But that doesn't stop them from watching from afar, and bragging to other women on how their son 'has a power level of this' and 'killed a continent of that'.

King Vegeta groaned a little, knowing just that.

"You don't want to know."

And he meant it.

That got the mood down; both of them stared into oblivion for a while.

"Woman?" The king finally spoke.

The queen turned to him with a nod.

"We're going to have to rush our plans.

If we don't hurry, there won't be an heir left for us to save."

Ahh. Well? What did you think? Sad, isn't it? Oh, don't worry. I'll cheer things up a little. Later. Just a little though. And only if you like bloody murder. J

You heard me! Next chapter, we finally get some Vengeance.