is... ummm, yeah.
anyhoo, thanx for the review, *Ehem* more please! And the E-mails! I encourage you to give me detail! Give me something I can work with people! I'm begging you!
*down on knees, pleading, crying*
I need suggestions, I'm coming to a "writers block" thing here, I'm loosing my insperation because no body loves my babies! AKA "Layers of the heart, Kayakara, Earthlings are weak..."
So here it is, it's good, I think.....I don't own DBZ... no, ya think? *sarcasm..lol
Freiza wasted no time trying to blast him away, and growled visiously as he faded away, reappeared a few feet away from Vegeta, "How dare you dodge my blows!" he chuckled evily, "We both know full well that your attempts are futile," he fired again, "Now stand still Monkey. I don't feel like obliverating my quarters!" He only smirked defiantly. "Then you better try harder than that."
"You know," Freiza circled him slowly, "Red is definatly your color. Brings out the color of your tail... oh, that's right, you don't have a tail," he smirked amorally, kicking the fallen prince in the ribs again, "What's a monkey without his tail?" Vegeta pulled at his bindings holding him captive to a three foot diameter on the cold floor, but to no avail. He pulled relentlessly, desperate to hold his pounding head in his hands, but his body was so worn and broke, he could hardly move. Blood flowed into his eyes, into his mouth, flooding his nostrils with the heavy copper odor. Another swift kick to the side lifted him from the ground and into the air until he lost slack in his restraints and was jerked back to the floor, that was growing disturbingly warm and wet from his blood. His body convulsed and heaved but he couldn't discharge the contents of his stomach, instead blood coursed out his mouth and he coughed it out to mix with the puddles from his first and second beatings. His refusal to clean up his own blood was what caused these beatings to keep coming, this was his punishment, the price for his pride. His pride, how much he had at this point, he was unsure, but he was holding on to as much as he could. Freiza was aware that vegeta would refuse again and again. Would force him to kill him, he wasn't about to let him get away with his defiance and so the beatings went on. Vegeta knew the only way to end the torture was to die or pass out, a foot came down on one of his arms and his eyes rolled back into his head from the pain as much as the sight of his ivory bone stabbing through the flesh. He bit his lip as the other arm recived the same fate, until his teeth met and more blood flowed into his mouth to gag him.
He'd bitten through his lip countless times before and it always brought a tormenting amount of comfort to his reeling, screaming conciousness, comforting him in the fact that the pain was predicted and he'd controlled it. He shook his jumbled head in a desolate attempt to clear it of the confusing thoughts and glared up at the reptilian beast. He knew he was laughing, but he couldn't hear the foul sound over the blood pounding in his ears. His head fell in exaustion as he sucked in another deep breath and his body tremord, then jerked in shock as the wind was forced from his lungs and Frieza stepped from his back, wiping blood from his foot with a disgusted, yet satisfied facial expression.
All the air rushing back into his lungs, after moments of fruitless gasping that seemed like an eternity, burned in his chest, he gasped, his mind raced, blue light shone before him and a fog enveloped his brain. He fought it off, but it'd been held at bay too long and it was taking him quickly, he screamed to himself, his cracked lips seemed to tear more as he opened them to speak, to tell... to say...to... "I defy you...honerless bast... ard..."
He moaned as reality came at him, light flooded his sight, burning his eyes, he swept the room, seeing the girl sitting across his room. She knew he was awake, but said nothing, dared not attempt to assist him, made no advance to help for fear to falter his pride further. He felt his will power drain once more and fell to the silent temptations of sleep. He walked from the training chamber, dabbing at his face and neck with a towl. His body was weak and spent, he knew that soon the numbing effect of the adrenilinflowing through him would wear off, leaving him in pain, rendering him barley capable of walking, but until then, he was relishing the drunken feel deep in his strained muscles. As he made his way down the dark corridor to his room, he caught sight of a dark figure in the shadows, he ignored it until his name floated from the darkness to him, he peered, making out the delicate figure of the girl. He made his way closer, carefully squinting against the sable shade, he could scarcely see her soft features as she smiled warmly, "Hello Vegeta..." she murmered, her innocent voice floating to his ears and carressing them gently.
"Child," he smirked, happy to be in her amicable presence.
"I need you, Vegeta,"
"You need me for what child?"
"I need you," she screamed in extreame anguish, grasping her head, then smiled, stood from her pained crouch and growled then disappeared for a moment.
"Child?" he searched the shadows for her, could not detect her Ki aura anywhere, "Child?" he repeated, running a tired arm through the darkness, feeling nothing. He finally hit something soft,
he looked closer, carefully searching the darkness. A glint caught his eye and he realised it was the tears running down her cheeks. ::damn, don't cry child...:: "Vegeta, save me..."
"Save you?" she suddenly lurched forward and fell into his arms. "Save me, please..."
He held her the best he knew how, tried to console her, despite his discomfort.
"Please..." her tear jerked please stopped abruptly and he looked down as she began to laugh.
The booming sound coming from her seemed too monsterous for her small stature, the tearing of clothing sounded and he pulled away, looking at her in shock as she grew in mass and Ki power.
"Child?"
"You shouldn't of fallen in love with her Vegeta,"
he glared at the white beast, "I didn't!" he shouted.
he chuckled evily, "You shouldn't of cared for her, Monkey!"
"Ah!" Vegeta sat up with a start and gasped in lungfulls of air. As he slowly gained perspective on his surroundings he realised small, cool hands patting his face. "Don't touch me child!" he pushed her away. She looked hurt at first, then smiled, hugging him despite.
::Stupid child,:: he cursed her, and himself, for he could not deny.
okay, my computer is making me REALLLYYYYYY MADDDD!!!! you have no idea how confusing it is... so I'll try to figure all this crap out tomarrow. I'm soo sorry!!!! REALLY I AM!!!! this is wierd!!!!
anyhoo, thanx for the review, *Ehem* more please! And the E-mails! I encourage you to give me detail! Give me something I can work with people! I'm begging you!
*down on knees, pleading, crying*
I need suggestions, I'm coming to a "writers block" thing here, I'm loosing my insperation because no body loves my babies! AKA "Layers of the heart, Kayakara, Earthlings are weak..."
So here it is, it's good, I think.....I don't own DBZ... no, ya think? *sarcasm..lol
Freiza wasted no time trying to blast him away, and growled visiously as he faded away, reappeared a few feet away from Vegeta, "How dare you dodge my blows!" he chuckled evily, "We both know full well that your attempts are futile," he fired again, "Now stand still Monkey. I don't feel like obliverating my quarters!" He only smirked defiantly. "Then you better try harder than that."
"You know," Freiza circled him slowly, "Red is definatly your color. Brings out the color of your tail... oh, that's right, you don't have a tail," he smirked amorally, kicking the fallen prince in the ribs again, "What's a monkey without his tail?" Vegeta pulled at his bindings holding him captive to a three foot diameter on the cold floor, but to no avail. He pulled relentlessly, desperate to hold his pounding head in his hands, but his body was so worn and broke, he could hardly move. Blood flowed into his eyes, into his mouth, flooding his nostrils with the heavy copper odor. Another swift kick to the side lifted him from the ground and into the air until he lost slack in his restraints and was jerked back to the floor, that was growing disturbingly warm and wet from his blood. His body convulsed and heaved but he couldn't discharge the contents of his stomach, instead blood coursed out his mouth and he coughed it out to mix with the puddles from his first and second beatings. His refusal to clean up his own blood was what caused these beatings to keep coming, this was his punishment, the price for his pride. His pride, how much he had at this point, he was unsure, but he was holding on to as much as he could. Freiza was aware that vegeta would refuse again and again. Would force him to kill him, he wasn't about to let him get away with his defiance and so the beatings went on. Vegeta knew the only way to end the torture was to die or pass out, a foot came down on one of his arms and his eyes rolled back into his head from the pain as much as the sight of his ivory bone stabbing through the flesh. He bit his lip as the other arm recived the same fate, until his teeth met and more blood flowed into his mouth to gag him.
He'd bitten through his lip countless times before and it always brought a tormenting amount of comfort to his reeling, screaming conciousness, comforting him in the fact that the pain was predicted and he'd controlled it. He shook his jumbled head in a desolate attempt to clear it of the confusing thoughts and glared up at the reptilian beast. He knew he was laughing, but he couldn't hear the foul sound over the blood pounding in his ears. His head fell in exaustion as he sucked in another deep breath and his body tremord, then jerked in shock as the wind was forced from his lungs and Frieza stepped from his back, wiping blood from his foot with a disgusted, yet satisfied facial expression.
All the air rushing back into his lungs, after moments of fruitless gasping that seemed like an eternity, burned in his chest, he gasped, his mind raced, blue light shone before him and a fog enveloped his brain. He fought it off, but it'd been held at bay too long and it was taking him quickly, he screamed to himself, his cracked lips seemed to tear more as he opened them to speak, to tell... to say...to... "I defy you...honerless bast... ard..."
He moaned as reality came at him, light flooded his sight, burning his eyes, he swept the room, seeing the girl sitting across his room. She knew he was awake, but said nothing, dared not attempt to assist him, made no advance to help for fear to falter his pride further. He felt his will power drain once more and fell to the silent temptations of sleep. He walked from the training chamber, dabbing at his face and neck with a towl. His body was weak and spent, he knew that soon the numbing effect of the adrenilinflowing through him would wear off, leaving him in pain, rendering him barley capable of walking, but until then, he was relishing the drunken feel deep in his strained muscles. As he made his way down the dark corridor to his room, he caught sight of a dark figure in the shadows, he ignored it until his name floated from the darkness to him, he peered, making out the delicate figure of the girl. He made his way closer, carefully squinting against the sable shade, he could scarcely see her soft features as she smiled warmly, "Hello Vegeta..." she murmered, her innocent voice floating to his ears and carressing them gently.
"Child," he smirked, happy to be in her amicable presence.
"I need you, Vegeta,"
"You need me for what child?"
"I need you," she screamed in extreame anguish, grasping her head, then smiled, stood from her pained crouch and growled then disappeared for a moment.
"Child?" he searched the shadows for her, could not detect her Ki aura anywhere, "Child?" he repeated, running a tired arm through the darkness, feeling nothing. He finally hit something soft,
he looked closer, carefully searching the darkness. A glint caught his eye and he realised it was the tears running down her cheeks. ::damn, don't cry child...:: "Vegeta, save me..."
"Save you?" she suddenly lurched forward and fell into his arms. "Save me, please..."
He held her the best he knew how, tried to console her, despite his discomfort.
"Please..." her tear jerked please stopped abruptly and he looked down as she began to laugh.
The booming sound coming from her seemed too monsterous for her small stature, the tearing of clothing sounded and he pulled away, looking at her in shock as she grew in mass and Ki power.
"Child?"
"You shouldn't of fallen in love with her Vegeta,"
he glared at the white beast, "I didn't!" he shouted.
he chuckled evily, "You shouldn't of cared for her, Monkey!"
"Ah!" Vegeta sat up with a start and gasped in lungfulls of air. As he slowly gained perspective on his surroundings he realised small, cool hands patting his face. "Don't touch me child!" he pushed her away. She looked hurt at first, then smiled, hugging him despite.
::Stupid child,:: he cursed her, and himself, for he could not deny.
okay, my computer is making me REALLLYYYYYY MADDDD!!!! you have no idea how confusing it is... so I'll try to figure all this crap out tomarrow. I'm soo sorry!!!! REALLY I AM!!!! this is wierd!!!!