A/N- Hey guys! I got a review asking about something that occurs later on
in the story concerning Bulma and Mitsuko and the whole Veggie not with
Mits thing later. If you really want to know, tell me in a review or e-mail
me about any questions. I'll be happy to answer, just as long as I can e-
mail your answer so I don't spoil the story for anybody else, k?
Disclaimer- No, I don't own anything with the exception of Mitsuko. She was created in my image!!!
*.* means Mitsuko's thoughts ~.~ means Vegeta's thoughts
********************* Food Fight
"Hey.Vegeta? Where exactly are we going?" Mitsuko asked. She obviously had no idea whatsoever of the horrors that were in store for her. When she was awarded with no answer, she became irritated. "Vegeta. Where are you taking me? I think I have the right to know where I'm going. Hello? Are you even listening to be, Mister I'm To Good To Talk To You? Hey-" "Oh will you just shut up already?! I can hear you, and if you don't work on that temper, you'll never survive here." ~Talk about bad tempers~ Vegeta thought as he went on giving his speech about attitude adjustments. "Ok, ok. Fine, I'll work on that. You should, too. Jeeze. Just stop with the 'frickin lectures. That's what's gonna kill me." Vegeta glared irritably at Mitsuko. They continued to walk in silence, which was making both of them uncomfortable. For the first time in ages, they were with somebody their own age, who was even a member of the Saiyan Race, and they refused to even mutter a single word, let alone make eye contact with one another. It really was a pathetic sight to look upon. All who did frowned half out of pity. The other half was, well.Sympathy. Two of the things Vegeta hated most. It was a great dishonor in his mind that people had sympathy for the lost and forever gone Saiyan race, and it hurt him even more when he learned that the other races, even the weakest of the lot, took pity on them. It made him feel as if he had let his father, the king and rightful ruler of planet Vegeta, down. He felt it was his fault that the Saiyan race had perished at the hands of Frieza, and he wished that he could somehow go back in time and stop this horrendous life from ever happening. He wished he had saved them, and he longed for some one to tell him that everything was going to turn out ok, that they would help him through this until the very end of time. That wasn't going to happen, though. Many of Frieza's men hated him for one reason or another, and besides, he wouldn't feel all peachy-keen if a man held him close and tried with every ounce of power and will to comfort the youthful prince. But he had Mitsuko with him now, and he would be damned if he didn't at least try to befriend her. "The mess hall," Vegeta randomly blurted out after a sigh. Mitsuko wasn't quite sure whether or not the prince of Saiyans was talking to her, so she turned her head toward him with a questioning look in her eyes. Apparently Vegeta understood her confusion, judging by the fact he explained the words he had just pulled out from what seemed to be nowhere. "I haven't answered your question. We are going to the mess hall. I haven't eaten yet today and I'm hungry. I don't plan on missing the one and only meal of the day, you know." The new girl nodded in understanding when suddenly it hit her. "Hold on. You mean to tell me that we only get one meal per day?! That's bull! It isn't fair! Why haven't you guys complained about that crappy schedule?" Mitsuko was completely dumbfounded by this. She balled her hands into tight fists and looked at the floor as her pearly whites were gritted together. Vegeta spun on his heels to face the warrior who was addressing him. "Mitsuko, Frieza would kill us all if we objected to his unjust treatment, and believe me, it has happened before, and its not pretty. We've all been beaten for something that wasn't of his liking, and it sucks, but that's the way things are, you know? I've been living here since I was five years old, and I've been beaten when I was five years old. And I'm still Frieza's slave. Sometimes he beats us randomly because he just feels like it." *Oh, this poor, poor boy. Could this place get any worse? I don't think so, but either way I don't want to find out.*Mitsuko thought, and it was obvious as to what she was thinking by the way her eyes wandered around the room. "Vegeta." He looked at her. "You can call me 'Mits', it'll be easier to say, rather than Mitsuko." Vegeta simply continued staring at her, only this time he seemed to enjoy having her there to talk to, even if they had been arguing and doing nothing but since she arrived on the ship. This recent lecture he had given actually got through her thick skull and meant something to her. And she was afraid. She was afraid for herself as well as the rest of the warriors who were slaves against their will. Slaves. She never thought much of that word until now. It was seldom used in her discussions with friends, teachers, family. Most of them had been murdered or accidentally killed while training or sparring, and she had forgotten them all rather quickly, or at least it seemed so from the eye of some one else. She was only here because she had been made an orphan and Frieza's goon, Zarbon, had given her the choice of joining Frieza and his crew, or death. She chose to join Frieza. After all, how tough could this guy be? His so called strongest warrior appeared to be a homosexual, and his other was a chubby pink blob with purple lips, who was trying, and failing miserably, to achieve the status of a punk rock star with those horrid spikes on his head. What was Frieza like? Would he trot around in ballet slippers and dance to corny pop music in a tutu? She would certainly find out soon enough. Vegeta turned and continued the trip to the mess hall for what seemed like hours.
When they two teenage Saiyans reached their destination, they were greeted with howling and yelling from what seemed like the entire ships population. Mits followed Vegeta to a line where various spoon fulls of slop was chucked at the sectioned tray each person received before getting in line. The bad part was, it smelt worse then it looked, and it looked as if it could kill someone if swallowed. The 'food' was liquidly but lumpy at the same time, which really made you think what was in it, but you weren't actually looking for an answer. Making sure to keep close to Vegeta, she sat across from him at a table at the far end of the crowded room and put her tray down. She picked up a fork and dug in, but penetrating the thick skin that had formed over the slimy goop summoned forth a smell so rancid that she thought she would throw-up for days non-stop. She took the smallest bite possible. Immediately, she turned around and spit it out, turning only so she wouldn't spit on Vegeta. Unfortunately, the food hit a Conasan warrior, who was not pleased. And it just so happens that this guy hated Vegeta because he was a Saiyan Prince and a team of Saiyans destroyed his planet. He turned at the speed of light. The first person he saw was going to pay. The first person he saw. was Vegeta. "I should have known it was you!" he yelled as he stood sharply, knocking over his hard metal chair. Vegeta has not witnessed the incident, and jumped up, too, and began to yell. The Conasan stopped abruptly and said, "I was told to never get mad." Vegeta smirked, thinking he had won like on so many other occasions. ".No, don't get mad. Get even!!!" the Conasan yelled again as he scooped up something brown and yellow and threw it at Vegeta, who ducked and managed to get just a little of the substance on his arm. The food continued to soar through the air until it hit another slave, this time female. She calmly gritted her teeth, grabbed some of the rock-hard bread out of another's hand, and through it in the direction of which the mush had come from. It nearly knocked a man unconscious, and his friends intervened. They took a tray, and through it at someone, who took some food and repeated the process. The heavy metal doors clicked open to reveal Zarbon, who, after seeing this sight, was now infuriated. "All of you! Who started this!?" Everybody pointed a slop covered arm and finger at some one else. "Ok, that does it. All of you, clean up this mess, no food for a week, NO EXCEPTIONS, and I want one thousand laps around the court. Understand? Good. Carry on, men." With that he turned and stormed out of the room, perhaps to go fool around with Frieza and Dodoria, leaving them to clean up the gigantic room covered with un-edible food.
"This is all your fault, Mits," Vegeta complained while running his final lap around a room the size of a basketball court used for 'assemblies' in which all of the soldiers went to retrieve their assignment, otherwise known as the 'Place where they find out where they get to bring Hell to today' room. It was also used for punishments like these. "Hey, you should have warned me about that food or else I would have known what to expect." "I did." Mitsuko flashed him a look that was enough to tell him to explain. "I told you we only got one meal a day. That's because if we ate that stuff too often, all of Frieza's fighters would die, that stuff has been known to kill. But it does make pretty good glue." Vegeta heard Mits giggle a bit, and then frowned. No one was allowed to wash until his or her punishment was served and swallowed. "Then this means that it's going to give me hell of a time trying to get this crap out of my hair," she said with a smile. The two finished their laps and were ready to go back to Vegeta's room for a shower and some sleep, but only after going to the training room to pick up Mitsuko's things could that be done. So they marched down the many halls of Frieza's main ship together toward the training room.
A/N- Hey. So there is the second chappie. Hope you liked. I need reviews, not want, need. I really like to hear your opinion, to feel free to criticize me. I'll update as soon as I can, promise!
Ed :p
Disclaimer- No, I don't own anything with the exception of Mitsuko. She was created in my image!!!
*.* means Mitsuko's thoughts ~.~ means Vegeta's thoughts
********************* Food Fight
"Hey.Vegeta? Where exactly are we going?" Mitsuko asked. She obviously had no idea whatsoever of the horrors that were in store for her. When she was awarded with no answer, she became irritated. "Vegeta. Where are you taking me? I think I have the right to know where I'm going. Hello? Are you even listening to be, Mister I'm To Good To Talk To You? Hey-" "Oh will you just shut up already?! I can hear you, and if you don't work on that temper, you'll never survive here." ~Talk about bad tempers~ Vegeta thought as he went on giving his speech about attitude adjustments. "Ok, ok. Fine, I'll work on that. You should, too. Jeeze. Just stop with the 'frickin lectures. That's what's gonna kill me." Vegeta glared irritably at Mitsuko. They continued to walk in silence, which was making both of them uncomfortable. For the first time in ages, they were with somebody their own age, who was even a member of the Saiyan Race, and they refused to even mutter a single word, let alone make eye contact with one another. It really was a pathetic sight to look upon. All who did frowned half out of pity. The other half was, well.Sympathy. Two of the things Vegeta hated most. It was a great dishonor in his mind that people had sympathy for the lost and forever gone Saiyan race, and it hurt him even more when he learned that the other races, even the weakest of the lot, took pity on them. It made him feel as if he had let his father, the king and rightful ruler of planet Vegeta, down. He felt it was his fault that the Saiyan race had perished at the hands of Frieza, and he wished that he could somehow go back in time and stop this horrendous life from ever happening. He wished he had saved them, and he longed for some one to tell him that everything was going to turn out ok, that they would help him through this until the very end of time. That wasn't going to happen, though. Many of Frieza's men hated him for one reason or another, and besides, he wouldn't feel all peachy-keen if a man held him close and tried with every ounce of power and will to comfort the youthful prince. But he had Mitsuko with him now, and he would be damned if he didn't at least try to befriend her. "The mess hall," Vegeta randomly blurted out after a sigh. Mitsuko wasn't quite sure whether or not the prince of Saiyans was talking to her, so she turned her head toward him with a questioning look in her eyes. Apparently Vegeta understood her confusion, judging by the fact he explained the words he had just pulled out from what seemed to be nowhere. "I haven't answered your question. We are going to the mess hall. I haven't eaten yet today and I'm hungry. I don't plan on missing the one and only meal of the day, you know." The new girl nodded in understanding when suddenly it hit her. "Hold on. You mean to tell me that we only get one meal per day?! That's bull! It isn't fair! Why haven't you guys complained about that crappy schedule?" Mitsuko was completely dumbfounded by this. She balled her hands into tight fists and looked at the floor as her pearly whites were gritted together. Vegeta spun on his heels to face the warrior who was addressing him. "Mitsuko, Frieza would kill us all if we objected to his unjust treatment, and believe me, it has happened before, and its not pretty. We've all been beaten for something that wasn't of his liking, and it sucks, but that's the way things are, you know? I've been living here since I was five years old, and I've been beaten when I was five years old. And I'm still Frieza's slave. Sometimes he beats us randomly because he just feels like it." *Oh, this poor, poor boy. Could this place get any worse? I don't think so, but either way I don't want to find out.*Mitsuko thought, and it was obvious as to what she was thinking by the way her eyes wandered around the room. "Vegeta." He looked at her. "You can call me 'Mits', it'll be easier to say, rather than Mitsuko." Vegeta simply continued staring at her, only this time he seemed to enjoy having her there to talk to, even if they had been arguing and doing nothing but since she arrived on the ship. This recent lecture he had given actually got through her thick skull and meant something to her. And she was afraid. She was afraid for herself as well as the rest of the warriors who were slaves against their will. Slaves. She never thought much of that word until now. It was seldom used in her discussions with friends, teachers, family. Most of them had been murdered or accidentally killed while training or sparring, and she had forgotten them all rather quickly, or at least it seemed so from the eye of some one else. She was only here because she had been made an orphan and Frieza's goon, Zarbon, had given her the choice of joining Frieza and his crew, or death. She chose to join Frieza. After all, how tough could this guy be? His so called strongest warrior appeared to be a homosexual, and his other was a chubby pink blob with purple lips, who was trying, and failing miserably, to achieve the status of a punk rock star with those horrid spikes on his head. What was Frieza like? Would he trot around in ballet slippers and dance to corny pop music in a tutu? She would certainly find out soon enough. Vegeta turned and continued the trip to the mess hall for what seemed like hours.
When they two teenage Saiyans reached their destination, they were greeted with howling and yelling from what seemed like the entire ships population. Mits followed Vegeta to a line where various spoon fulls of slop was chucked at the sectioned tray each person received before getting in line. The bad part was, it smelt worse then it looked, and it looked as if it could kill someone if swallowed. The 'food' was liquidly but lumpy at the same time, which really made you think what was in it, but you weren't actually looking for an answer. Making sure to keep close to Vegeta, she sat across from him at a table at the far end of the crowded room and put her tray down. She picked up a fork and dug in, but penetrating the thick skin that had formed over the slimy goop summoned forth a smell so rancid that she thought she would throw-up for days non-stop. She took the smallest bite possible. Immediately, she turned around and spit it out, turning only so she wouldn't spit on Vegeta. Unfortunately, the food hit a Conasan warrior, who was not pleased. And it just so happens that this guy hated Vegeta because he was a Saiyan Prince and a team of Saiyans destroyed his planet. He turned at the speed of light. The first person he saw was going to pay. The first person he saw. was Vegeta. "I should have known it was you!" he yelled as he stood sharply, knocking over his hard metal chair. Vegeta has not witnessed the incident, and jumped up, too, and began to yell. The Conasan stopped abruptly and said, "I was told to never get mad." Vegeta smirked, thinking he had won like on so many other occasions. ".No, don't get mad. Get even!!!" the Conasan yelled again as he scooped up something brown and yellow and threw it at Vegeta, who ducked and managed to get just a little of the substance on his arm. The food continued to soar through the air until it hit another slave, this time female. She calmly gritted her teeth, grabbed some of the rock-hard bread out of another's hand, and through it in the direction of which the mush had come from. It nearly knocked a man unconscious, and his friends intervened. They took a tray, and through it at someone, who took some food and repeated the process. The heavy metal doors clicked open to reveal Zarbon, who, after seeing this sight, was now infuriated. "All of you! Who started this!?" Everybody pointed a slop covered arm and finger at some one else. "Ok, that does it. All of you, clean up this mess, no food for a week, NO EXCEPTIONS, and I want one thousand laps around the court. Understand? Good. Carry on, men." With that he turned and stormed out of the room, perhaps to go fool around with Frieza and Dodoria, leaving them to clean up the gigantic room covered with un-edible food.
"This is all your fault, Mits," Vegeta complained while running his final lap around a room the size of a basketball court used for 'assemblies' in which all of the soldiers went to retrieve their assignment, otherwise known as the 'Place where they find out where they get to bring Hell to today' room. It was also used for punishments like these. "Hey, you should have warned me about that food or else I would have known what to expect." "I did." Mitsuko flashed him a look that was enough to tell him to explain. "I told you we only got one meal a day. That's because if we ate that stuff too often, all of Frieza's fighters would die, that stuff has been known to kill. But it does make pretty good glue." Vegeta heard Mits giggle a bit, and then frowned. No one was allowed to wash until his or her punishment was served and swallowed. "Then this means that it's going to give me hell of a time trying to get this crap out of my hair," she said with a smile. The two finished their laps and were ready to go back to Vegeta's room for a shower and some sleep, but only after going to the training room to pick up Mitsuko's things could that be done. So they marched down the many halls of Frieza's main ship together toward the training room.
A/N- Hey. So there is the second chappie. Hope you liked. I need reviews, not want, need. I really like to hear your opinion, to feel free to criticize me. I'll update as soon as I can, promise!
Ed :p