CONFINEMENT.
He fell to the floor as the ship
rocked swiftly to the right. Dark
little eyes flashed open. Awake. Again.
Could he not be so much as obliged to a single wink of sleep on the
blasted prison?! Everything was so
frustrating to think about that he was beginning to go insane! Well... wouldn't you be if you were
the ultimate sacrifice of your world?
Okay, so maybe sacrifice was a little extreme... but, I
mean really, is it that far off?
Chibi
Vegeta Thought Sequence*
(":ahem: Edited for your better
understanding..."-Chibi Vegeta.)
"Give
me the child or your world will die!"
"Of
course, Master...Whatever you desire..."
End
Sequence*
"WAH! I'm too young to be a martyr!!!"
And to think he used to complain
about how horribly basic his life was....
Train, work, eat, train, work, eat.... and now imprisonment! Absurd!
When he meant he needed a little variety in his life they go and ship
him off to aliens! Ugly aliens
at that! And Freezer said he would only
be locked up a little while?! A little
while? Suuure. Did Freezer not have a very good
understanding of plain vocabulary??
Furthermore, the quarters were
horribly damp and absolutely filthy!!!
Could a prince actually be expected to live in such a place??? He rose from the floor and sat on the metal
bench that served as his..."bed."
The child groaned in misery. He
hated his situation. He felt like a
piece of property to his father and perhaps something of a pet to Freezer...
Hell, he might as well be in
Purgatory; it couldn't possibly be much worse than actual life! Bah! The young prince kicked off his boots
and watched as they hit the wall with a great 'smack!' Stupid wall! Stupid room! Stupid ship!
Stupid--
"Whoa!"
The ship once again swayed heavily
to the side. He soon found himself
sliding against the wall. "Are we in some sort of galactic storm?"
he wondered. Suddenly, he heard a faint
sound... "Was that a scream?"
He eagerly pressed his ear against the door... "A battle?
Here?!"
He absently reached up to his ear
out of habit... He discovered, much to
his dismay, that he wasn't wearing a scouter.
"Of all the times--" he cursed under his breath. Again, he heard distant war cries...
"Let_me--" he desperately charged up a ki blast, "OUT!!!"
::boom!:: Still, the door remained... The blasted door!! He hopelessly scratched at it ... He felt like he needed...desperately
needed to be out there! ...for some strange reason...
Finally, after seemingly endless
clawing, he managed to calm down... He layer
down on the bench feeling oddly fatigued... It wasn't long before he fell into
a fitful sleep...
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Falling.
Where?
Hard...
Floor...
Red...
Stream?
He
reached down and touched the red river that
flowed
swiftly in the ground.... A spring?
Airborne...
Flying?
Everything
began to get smaller and smaller...
Or was he
just getting further away?
So
high...
Stratosphere?
The
planet...
Looks.... like it's
bleeding...
so
many streams....
It's
cracking..... is it dieing?
"Is
that my planet?"
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With a start he awakened... a rush
of liquid was forcing itself up from his stomach... The ground suddenly came rushing up to meet him... Needless to say, its greeting was not
exactly... pleasant. The young prince
rolled over from his place on the floor and sat up... But he was only to double
over once again as a rush of emotions swept him and vomit erupted rapidly from
his mouth. What the Hell was going
on? Something was affecting him, but
what was it?
He forced himself to get up on the
bench, lest Freezer or one of his men come to fetch him... 'gasp 'gasp' pant' Maybe he hadn't been eating enough... after
all... he was a growing Saiyajin! "Gross!" he thought as he
spied a small rodent crawling up the wall... It was soon incinerated with a
miniscule ki blast. "I just
knew this place was trashy! Infested!" he thought disgustedly.
The young prince tried to get even angrier
to override this other...terrible...feeling he had... It felt
like he had lost something..... or
someone... important.... It made him feel sick!! Veery
sick!!! Suddenly he heard heavy footsteps coming close.... closer....
closer... to his door! Finally,
he was going to be let out! Free of
this wretched confinement!! His
sensitive ears could pick up an unlocking code and he was nearly bouncing with
joy! The doors opened. Zarbon.
"You may go on your silly
mission now," Zarbon replied, sounding annoyed. (Why did Master Freezer
make him fetch the brat?) The young prince studied Zarbon's expression... Sure, he was annoyed... but there was
something else... something
different... he almost seemed... tense?
It was... uncharacteristic.
And so the young prince was escorted
down the hallways... The guards all
glared at him, of course... as per usual... This time though, there seemed to
be underlying hatred in those penetrating gazes... something that wasn't
usually there... Oh, well. Most people were prejudice against Saiyajins
anyway... As he walked, he noticed
several injured guards... There was
also a slight sign of a skirmish here and there... The youngster also remained aware of the thickening smell of
death that hung in the air...Unnerving.
They neared they compost room, where
all the garbage was dumped into space...
But the door was slightly ajar...
A detail Vegeta didn't fail to notice... Curiosity. He noticed a
bloody, gloved hand slightly sticking out...
Bizarre. He felt compelled by an
unseen force to investigate... What was
behind those doors? People? Whatever it was, he was about to find out,
he decided...
And all at once, Zarbon appeared in
front of him... Blocking his path and his view... "Forbidden," Zarbon said in a dangerous tone. The little prince glared and spat. "Fine. I'm not interested in garbage
anyway! Hmph!" And he spun on his heel and marched down the hall. Meanwhile, Zarbon wiped the gathering sweat
from his brow...
Little did he know, that behind
those doors lay the disassembled bodies of what once was the Elite Saiyajin Fighting Force...
IRONY.
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-GS