Beloved Cruelty
Disclaimers: Blah blah I don't own it if I did I wouldn't waist my time in
writing a fanfic on it. Now would I?
Authors not: This is kinda a skip ahead on the chapter it's self I would lead you into flash backs because that's how I want this story to go, it will make it a lot more understandable it is kinda like a foreshadowing of events that will take place. I am trying a new style. I usually don't update that much but I was inspired through a fic called Dark Angel by: Camaro It's a really long fic. But trust me it's worth all your time!
Chapter: 2 (Pain is only the start!) -by: Krysis
Boots slither upon the mud, the rain an icy hail as it pounds onto un- wanting flesh. You could hear insults ring into the shallow air of the night. There were yells as men assaulted the imposable as they try to go past all conditions as there bodies force them selves beyond its limits. It was one set of boots that slipped slightly but without faultier as it stepped closer to its victim; its placement assaulted his back shoving him into the thick grimy mud.
Looking up from the floor of the ground, blue eyes sparkled spite the dead of night, or the chilling of the night air. She looked up at the man's frame, her eyes slightly blurred from the lack of sleep. She could catch a deadly flash of his onyx eyes.
"All those who are pathetic enough to quite I suggest now is the time, because it only gets harder from this day on."
Before she could make out his sadistic smirk slipping onto his evil lips as he spoak to who ever may be joining his 'team'. He watched as his eyes shifted under his guarded hat, printed with the military patterns across them.
"Come on wench, you wanted to join my team you better quit lookin' at me and start looking at the ground with those pushups."
She felt a boot hit her back slamming her to the ground. She slipped out a cry as it pressured all her bruises from the last weak. She wanted to become an Elite just like them, she wanted revenge, but could she go the distance?
It was the second week and the pain just starting. She was even told that she would be treated no different then his men, she could come out a winner or a loser. She would soon learn the pit wasn't even close to hell.
She could feel his eyes burn into her, ever sense she had came to becoming his slave that's all he worried about was making her stake out her revenge. He hated Frieza as much as she herself did. He didn't know why but he held that close to him, he held her closer to him each day of training.
She wasn't going to give up, but that didn't mean that he wasn't sure as hell going to try. I woman is easy to brake when it comes to pain, she would brake easy or brake hard either way he was enjoying her touchier.
If only you could see the fire that burned into her eyes. Oh he new he lit it in there the night he had taken her home, the first time she would be given a chose between her fate or her death. She was quite the stubborn one when it came to knowing her place.
Freiza obviously spoiled the little one' when she was little. She seemed to always get her way the easy way. Like hell he was going to give it to her the easy way! If you wanted to be even considered and equal to him was to fight him in a match.
No woman until now has been dammed to fight him in a match. Not only for respect although she truly wanted that from him no it was for her freedom that he promised her if could she beat him. He would never tell her this but he would never take her into the pits for the match off.
No he would have to kill her, and he wasn't ready for that. Although when her mouth started to lash out he felt like beating her into nothingness but he had to admit she was on his turf now, and to get something out of her such as a verbal spar would make her really regret her place. Oh and he tried. Ever sense the fist weak of her training he had trained to goat her on.
*Flash Back*
Four men lay in a perfect line behind Vegeta, as they lay at an easy halt as the stood strait there onyx eyes gleaming at there new fresh bait. He stood there in perfect form as he zipped through the lines of his' soon to be troops. Sure some would leave but would never even think of telling anyone they trained out and failed. Only the strong made it the weak cowered.
Yes he would walk around her, as he could smell her sent, his military uniform without flaw, as he stood close to her face she stood there staring at nothing as her blue eyes stayed focused not wanting to brake.
He let the back of his hand slide down her smooth cheek as he had that sadistic smirk slipped upon his face. How he loved the fear he smelled he knew that she knew all hell was going to break loose even if it meant losing her pride she wouldn't subsume to his ill rational motives.
"A female has many weakness compared to a man."
He moved away from her, as her two curls of her bangs hung down from the front of her hat, slightly framing her face as she looked in front of her.
"A man has power over a female, that is weak minded and weak in body and strength, and I have the power to change that. I train agility and power. We work as a team but until you prove yourself to me you are all females."
He let the smirk on his face fall as he watched her fist cruel up into small balls as she felt like trying to kick his ass would be better then succeeding. He saw this as a possible threat as he flashed to her once again as he through her to the ground.
He watched as sand spilled to the rims of her damped lips, and her faces sweat clung to the lose sand he placed his boot on top of her as he looked to the troops.
"I am the commander, I am the leader if any of you find something wrong with that LEAVE now or forever hold your peace." He leaned down closer to her face as he waved his trusted Co. Captain Kakarott to take this into his own hands. Like his mind stated before she would ether brake easy or break hard either way she would be broken.
*End of Flash Back*
She watched in horror as she felt a boot reach her chin, she couldn't move even after the boot from her back was placed away, she was so tired she hadn't any sleep sense the day before yesterday and her eyes were fighting with her to stay away, or drift off into a nice sleep.
The boot lifted her chin from the mud, as her blue eyes faltered slightly under the hail as her hat now somewhere in the mud and her long blue curls dapped and wet hanging low to her shoulders. He would have told her to cut it but he liked her hair. He loved how long and blue it was. It was one of his other reasons to why he placed his bet on her when he was fighting the true basterd of a lizard's man.
He could see the rain poor down her cheeks, dampening her skin as she looked up at him, that fire still light oh was it lit and with a passion, it wasn't a passion of lust at the time, no it was more a passion of hate, mixed with revenge. He loved it he simply loved how her eyes showed him.
He let his strong fingerless gloves grab at her uniform as he hoisted her into the air as he placed her to his chest, her back being pressed against her will to his body as he let the rain poor onto her body. She had shivers running through her spine. He couldn't declare at that time if it was from the cold weather or a fear of him. He loved the feeling of just think she feared him.
She would feel a arm grab at her buttons on her jackets uniform as he tore them from there place, her white beater was all she had as the hail only grew thicker and harder as it came down. It was stinging her body like needles as he through her back down the ground.
"Soon enough you'll thank me"
As he said this he left his boots smashing the mud as she started her pushups again, she had more anger running through her then any time she had felt before as ran through her blood like a mad river breaking from its damn with out control.
He knew this but he wanted it. He wanted her to hate him, yet to respect him and he knew he would have it one way or another he was going to gain that from her. She wanted to become an Elite then she was going to have to take his pain that he tossed at her.
He had control to take it or give it, but right now she was still learning her lesson from the 3 weeks ago if you only knew her betrayal to him you would had been doing it yourself out there, slamming her torturing her like he was. He was getting his own little revenge that the little sphinx had done to him.
Well that's the end of chapter two. What do you think? Hmm oh do tell me ^^ I would be so honored to hear what you guys have to say. Like I said before if it makes you mad write it, just don't get all erational on me. You won't like what will happen.
Authors not: This is kinda a skip ahead on the chapter it's self I would lead you into flash backs because that's how I want this story to go, it will make it a lot more understandable it is kinda like a foreshadowing of events that will take place. I am trying a new style. I usually don't update that much but I was inspired through a fic called Dark Angel by: Camaro It's a really long fic. But trust me it's worth all your time!
Chapter: 2 (Pain is only the start!) -by: Krysis
Boots slither upon the mud, the rain an icy hail as it pounds onto un- wanting flesh. You could hear insults ring into the shallow air of the night. There were yells as men assaulted the imposable as they try to go past all conditions as there bodies force them selves beyond its limits. It was one set of boots that slipped slightly but without faultier as it stepped closer to its victim; its placement assaulted his back shoving him into the thick grimy mud.
Looking up from the floor of the ground, blue eyes sparkled spite the dead of night, or the chilling of the night air. She looked up at the man's frame, her eyes slightly blurred from the lack of sleep. She could catch a deadly flash of his onyx eyes.
"All those who are pathetic enough to quite I suggest now is the time, because it only gets harder from this day on."
Before she could make out his sadistic smirk slipping onto his evil lips as he spoak to who ever may be joining his 'team'. He watched as his eyes shifted under his guarded hat, printed with the military patterns across them.
"Come on wench, you wanted to join my team you better quit lookin' at me and start looking at the ground with those pushups."
She felt a boot hit her back slamming her to the ground. She slipped out a cry as it pressured all her bruises from the last weak. She wanted to become an Elite just like them, she wanted revenge, but could she go the distance?
It was the second week and the pain just starting. She was even told that she would be treated no different then his men, she could come out a winner or a loser. She would soon learn the pit wasn't even close to hell.
She could feel his eyes burn into her, ever sense she had came to becoming his slave that's all he worried about was making her stake out her revenge. He hated Frieza as much as she herself did. He didn't know why but he held that close to him, he held her closer to him each day of training.
She wasn't going to give up, but that didn't mean that he wasn't sure as hell going to try. I woman is easy to brake when it comes to pain, she would brake easy or brake hard either way he was enjoying her touchier.
If only you could see the fire that burned into her eyes. Oh he new he lit it in there the night he had taken her home, the first time she would be given a chose between her fate or her death. She was quite the stubborn one when it came to knowing her place.
Freiza obviously spoiled the little one' when she was little. She seemed to always get her way the easy way. Like hell he was going to give it to her the easy way! If you wanted to be even considered and equal to him was to fight him in a match.
No woman until now has been dammed to fight him in a match. Not only for respect although she truly wanted that from him no it was for her freedom that he promised her if could she beat him. He would never tell her this but he would never take her into the pits for the match off.
No he would have to kill her, and he wasn't ready for that. Although when her mouth started to lash out he felt like beating her into nothingness but he had to admit she was on his turf now, and to get something out of her such as a verbal spar would make her really regret her place. Oh and he tried. Ever sense the fist weak of her training he had trained to goat her on.
*Flash Back*
Four men lay in a perfect line behind Vegeta, as they lay at an easy halt as the stood strait there onyx eyes gleaming at there new fresh bait. He stood there in perfect form as he zipped through the lines of his' soon to be troops. Sure some would leave but would never even think of telling anyone they trained out and failed. Only the strong made it the weak cowered.
Yes he would walk around her, as he could smell her sent, his military uniform without flaw, as he stood close to her face she stood there staring at nothing as her blue eyes stayed focused not wanting to brake.
He let the back of his hand slide down her smooth cheek as he had that sadistic smirk slipped upon his face. How he loved the fear he smelled he knew that she knew all hell was going to break loose even if it meant losing her pride she wouldn't subsume to his ill rational motives.
"A female has many weakness compared to a man."
He moved away from her, as her two curls of her bangs hung down from the front of her hat, slightly framing her face as she looked in front of her.
"A man has power over a female, that is weak minded and weak in body and strength, and I have the power to change that. I train agility and power. We work as a team but until you prove yourself to me you are all females."
He let the smirk on his face fall as he watched her fist cruel up into small balls as she felt like trying to kick his ass would be better then succeeding. He saw this as a possible threat as he flashed to her once again as he through her to the ground.
He watched as sand spilled to the rims of her damped lips, and her faces sweat clung to the lose sand he placed his boot on top of her as he looked to the troops.
"I am the commander, I am the leader if any of you find something wrong with that LEAVE now or forever hold your peace." He leaned down closer to her face as he waved his trusted Co. Captain Kakarott to take this into his own hands. Like his mind stated before she would ether brake easy or break hard either way she would be broken.
*End of Flash Back*
She watched in horror as she felt a boot reach her chin, she couldn't move even after the boot from her back was placed away, she was so tired she hadn't any sleep sense the day before yesterday and her eyes were fighting with her to stay away, or drift off into a nice sleep.
The boot lifted her chin from the mud, as her blue eyes faltered slightly under the hail as her hat now somewhere in the mud and her long blue curls dapped and wet hanging low to her shoulders. He would have told her to cut it but he liked her hair. He loved how long and blue it was. It was one of his other reasons to why he placed his bet on her when he was fighting the true basterd of a lizard's man.
He could see the rain poor down her cheeks, dampening her skin as she looked up at him, that fire still light oh was it lit and with a passion, it wasn't a passion of lust at the time, no it was more a passion of hate, mixed with revenge. He loved it he simply loved how her eyes showed him.
He let his strong fingerless gloves grab at her uniform as he hoisted her into the air as he placed her to his chest, her back being pressed against her will to his body as he let the rain poor onto her body. She had shivers running through her spine. He couldn't declare at that time if it was from the cold weather or a fear of him. He loved the feeling of just think she feared him.
She would feel a arm grab at her buttons on her jackets uniform as he tore them from there place, her white beater was all she had as the hail only grew thicker and harder as it came down. It was stinging her body like needles as he through her back down the ground.
"Soon enough you'll thank me"
As he said this he left his boots smashing the mud as she started her pushups again, she had more anger running through her then any time she had felt before as ran through her blood like a mad river breaking from its damn with out control.
He knew this but he wanted it. He wanted her to hate him, yet to respect him and he knew he would have it one way or another he was going to gain that from her. She wanted to become an Elite then she was going to have to take his pain that he tossed at her.
He had control to take it or give it, but right now she was still learning her lesson from the 3 weeks ago if you only knew her betrayal to him you would had been doing it yourself out there, slamming her torturing her like he was. He was getting his own little revenge that the little sphinx had done to him.
Well that's the end of chapter two. What do you think? Hmm oh do tell me ^^ I would be so honored to hear what you guys have to say. Like I said before if it makes you mad write it, just don't get all erational on me. You won't like what will happen.