Prisoner until Death's sweet release
Zarbon tied me up in his quarters, and proved to me that he had indeed learned some very impressive and effective torture techniques. He spent hours torturing me that day, although it felt like an eternity. I was saved from any more attacks that day when Zarbon was sent to find Dodoria. From what I could gather from the ship's gossip was hat Vegeta was providing quite a lot of trouble for the evil Freiza and co. I began to pray that my brother found the Dragon balls before my friends did. Cruel, I know, considering all those who made the ultimate sacrifice to stop him from making the same wish on earth, but if Vegeta were immortal, then he could defeat Freiza.
. I listened carefully every time someone walked by, hoping that I might find an escape, or at least where Frieza was keeping the Dragon balls. That information could be useful to my friends-and my brother-if I should get out of this.
I was still trying to judge my situation when Zarbon return: alone. That meant that Vegeta had managed to destroy Dodoria, but why hadn't Zarbon been just as easy? As far as I knew, they were close in power levels. Why had Zarbon returned? Did this mean that my brother was dead? No, I couldn't believe this. Freiza would not have allowed that, so if he had been killed, it had been an accident.
Zarbon stayed long enough to torture me some more, then he was off again. He had appeared agitated, and of course, it reflected in his abuse of me. What had gotten him so riled? Later, I heard two of Frieza's minions talking not to far from Zarbon's quarters. It was faint, but I could just make out what they were saying to each other.
"Man, did you see him when they brought him in? No wonder Lord Frieza was pissed at Zarbon."
"My question is, why was he so upset? What knowledge does that monkey have that was worth sparing his life?"
Monkey? Somehow, I just knew that they were talking about Vegeta. If it had been anyone else, Frieza would not have spared them.
"How long is he gonna be in that tank?"
"A few days at the very least. I mean, c'mon, that Saiyan was practically dead when Zarbon brought him back. Zarbon had to have transformed to defeat him."
Transformed?! Zarbon could transform? I swallowed hard, would that be last thing I saw?
"No way, Zarbon would never transform into that hideous beast, especially to defeat that wimp, Vegeta."
I knew it, Zarbon had nearly killed my brother. Before I could find out any more, Zarbon returned, and began to use me as a punching bag, again. I hadn't felt like this in a long time, not since I got my ass kicked by Evil Piccolo so long ago. It wasn't long before I started begging for my own death, something I had never done.
Zarbon just laughed, and hit me even harder. He would do this until I would lose consciousness. Evidently, it wasn't any fun for him if I didn't scream out.
I can't be sure how long this went on, but to me, it felt like an eternity. Then one day, Zarbon rushed in, gagged me, then threw me into the closet. For the longest time, I couldn't understand why, until I heard screams, and I realized that Frieza's ship was under attack. Was it Devon, and my friends? I doubted it. Devon knew almost as much as I did about Freiza, and he would have had to be crazy to come after me.
Just then, outside the closet door, I heard somebody moving around. Painfully, I positioned myself next to the door to see if I could hear who it was.
"Now, if I were Freiza, where would I hide those Dragon Balls?"
It was Vegeta! I began to pound on the door, and scream as loud as I could, but it was no use. My strength was almost completely gone, and with the gag in my mouth, my screams came out muffled anyways. The sound probably would not sound out of the ordinary, but still, I prayed that Vegeta would check the closet. When the handle rattled, I began to cry out again, but he still didn't hear me. I was beginning to think that this closet was soundproof.
"Hmmmm. A locked closet in Zarbon's quarters, very suspicious indeed. Looks like I might have to blast my way in."
Okay, let's just say when I heard him say that, my shouts became frantic. Normally, a single blast from him wouldn't hurt me, but these weren't normal circumstances. I didn't think I would be able to survive that blast, at least, not without taking some serious damage. Vegeta would never be able to forgive himself if he killed me, or nearly killed me.
Well, just when I thought I was finished, something miraculous happened. He left. I don't know why, and I don't care, but my life was spared for another day. Then I realized that that wasn't necessarily a good thing. Man, I never get a break.
To Be Continued...
Zarbon tied me up in his quarters, and proved to me that he had indeed learned some very impressive and effective torture techniques. He spent hours torturing me that day, although it felt like an eternity. I was saved from any more attacks that day when Zarbon was sent to find Dodoria. From what I could gather from the ship's gossip was hat Vegeta was providing quite a lot of trouble for the evil Freiza and co. I began to pray that my brother found the Dragon balls before my friends did. Cruel, I know, considering all those who made the ultimate sacrifice to stop him from making the same wish on earth, but if Vegeta were immortal, then he could defeat Freiza.
. I listened carefully every time someone walked by, hoping that I might find an escape, or at least where Frieza was keeping the Dragon balls. That information could be useful to my friends-and my brother-if I should get out of this.
I was still trying to judge my situation when Zarbon return: alone. That meant that Vegeta had managed to destroy Dodoria, but why hadn't Zarbon been just as easy? As far as I knew, they were close in power levels. Why had Zarbon returned? Did this mean that my brother was dead? No, I couldn't believe this. Freiza would not have allowed that, so if he had been killed, it had been an accident.
Zarbon stayed long enough to torture me some more, then he was off again. He had appeared agitated, and of course, it reflected in his abuse of me. What had gotten him so riled? Later, I heard two of Frieza's minions talking not to far from Zarbon's quarters. It was faint, but I could just make out what they were saying to each other.
"Man, did you see him when they brought him in? No wonder Lord Frieza was pissed at Zarbon."
"My question is, why was he so upset? What knowledge does that monkey have that was worth sparing his life?"
Monkey? Somehow, I just knew that they were talking about Vegeta. If it had been anyone else, Frieza would not have spared them.
"How long is he gonna be in that tank?"
"A few days at the very least. I mean, c'mon, that Saiyan was practically dead when Zarbon brought him back. Zarbon had to have transformed to defeat him."
Transformed?! Zarbon could transform? I swallowed hard, would that be last thing I saw?
"No way, Zarbon would never transform into that hideous beast, especially to defeat that wimp, Vegeta."
I knew it, Zarbon had nearly killed my brother. Before I could find out any more, Zarbon returned, and began to use me as a punching bag, again. I hadn't felt like this in a long time, not since I got my ass kicked by Evil Piccolo so long ago. It wasn't long before I started begging for my own death, something I had never done.
Zarbon just laughed, and hit me even harder. He would do this until I would lose consciousness. Evidently, it wasn't any fun for him if I didn't scream out.
I can't be sure how long this went on, but to me, it felt like an eternity. Then one day, Zarbon rushed in, gagged me, then threw me into the closet. For the longest time, I couldn't understand why, until I heard screams, and I realized that Frieza's ship was under attack. Was it Devon, and my friends? I doubted it. Devon knew almost as much as I did about Freiza, and he would have had to be crazy to come after me.
Just then, outside the closet door, I heard somebody moving around. Painfully, I positioned myself next to the door to see if I could hear who it was.
"Now, if I were Freiza, where would I hide those Dragon Balls?"
It was Vegeta! I began to pound on the door, and scream as loud as I could, but it was no use. My strength was almost completely gone, and with the gag in my mouth, my screams came out muffled anyways. The sound probably would not sound out of the ordinary, but still, I prayed that Vegeta would check the closet. When the handle rattled, I began to cry out again, but he still didn't hear me. I was beginning to think that this closet was soundproof.
"Hmmmm. A locked closet in Zarbon's quarters, very suspicious indeed. Looks like I might have to blast my way in."
Okay, let's just say when I heard him say that, my shouts became frantic. Normally, a single blast from him wouldn't hurt me, but these weren't normal circumstances. I didn't think I would be able to survive that blast, at least, not without taking some serious damage. Vegeta would never be able to forgive himself if he killed me, or nearly killed me.
Well, just when I thought I was finished, something miraculous happened. He left. I don't know why, and I don't care, but my life was spared for another day. Then I realized that that wasn't necessarily a good thing. Man, I never get a break.
To Be Continued...