A/N- Hey everybody. Sorry if my updates aren't as fast as we all hoped they
would be. There's just so much to do with school and all of that other
stuff, you know how it is. And I'm also sorry if my chapters are short, but
I plan on making this fic pretty long (or at least I think I do.). This fic
is not intended to be a humor fic, but it does have some, since its based
on somebody's life. As I've said, part of this story is when Vegeta is
married to Bulma and has Trunks and Bra, but of course he has to grow up
under the torture of Frieza. (I know this might be confusing right now, but
it will get clearer after a while) Oh, and I'm gonna be including some
things that actually existed in real life on this planet in some point in
time but I'm going to say that they exist out in space, like food, music,
and the song "Rain", by Steve Conte. The song is from the anime Cowboy
Bebop, and I don't own any of that. It's just a snippet of the song.
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 (I'm not going to bother telling who thinks what in this story. Just look at the symbols. You'll figure it out.)
******************** Mine! All Mine!!!
Both Saiyans' bodies were becoming stiff from the 'food' that coated them. It was becoming hard and crusty from over exposure to the cold air that closed in around their sore, sweaty bodies. Both tried not to inhale through their nose for fear of taking in the smell of the last meal they would have for a solid week. They had finally found something entertaining to do, and Zarbon had to go and blow it up in all of their faces. Vegeta smirked. He continued to lead Mits to the training room to get her things. They stopped when they finally got there to let some other newbies exit the room before they actually stepped in. Vegeta grabbed the bag from Mitsuko as she was about to swing it over her shoulder and started down the hall with every intention of going to his room, taking a much-needed shower once there, and cuddling up in his toasty-warm bed. Then the thing he feared came. "Vegeta? You know you don't have to carry my junk around." No answer. "So, who gets the shower first?" At that last comment, Vegeta cringed. He had to admit, he was taking a liking to this girl. She was much more playful and funny than Raditz, and certainly not as aggravating as Nappa. ~And she's cute, too. That's always a plus~ And he had no idea as to who showered first and who got to sleep on the bed. ~It is my bed. And she has no right to take that from me. ~ "Don't know, don't care," Vegeta said at last. They had finally reached his room and he was about to enter the access code when. "Hey, Vegeta. Don't you think that I should know the code so that way I can get in without buggin' you every time? I mean, this is going to be my room too. Even if it is only temporary, it still might come in handy. "No. Everything is only temporary here. Frieza always says that so we'll do what he says without complaining about long term situations." "Wow. That sucks. So are we gonna be able to get another bed for me? Cause its not that I would mind sharing one with you, but people might talk, and that gets in the way of business, you know how it is, right?" Mitsuko said without ever pausing to take a breath. Vegeta could barely make out what she was saying; she was speaking so quickly as not to suffocate while talking. If he couldn't lip-read and tell that apart from the wild smirk spread upon her food encrusted face, he would have been forced to have that repeated. She could see the shock on Vegeta's face. She knew what she had said and she realized that she actually meant it. Every word was true, and she knew that Vegeta also recognized the truth in every single syllable that had just recently rolled off of her tongue. It was like he could read her mind, and she didn't mind that, either. "No," Vegeta said. Mits merely thought that the prince was kidding. A soldier came limping down the cold metal corridor just then. He was bleeding and looked like he would keel over at any moment. Mitsuko bit her lip to keep from calling out to him to find out what had happened. As he trudged by, she noticed that he wasn't wearing a shirt or any armor. Once he was passed Mits, she had a clear view of his back. It was what was bleeding the most. There were long scars spread across his back. Some had just recently reopened, and in what few areas that were scar-free, they were no more, and had been carved out into thin, curving crimson swirls that were randomly strewn on his body. She was tugged into the now open door way by Vegeta, who had caught her staring. "Be a good girl, now, or you might look like that in a while. Wouldn't that be a shame, huh?" Mitsuko glanced over at Vegeta just in time to see some of his meal slide down his smooth cheek. "What happened? The question is, who happened. He was being naughty or Frieza was bored, so he got beaten. It happens to all of us. But me. I'm the Saiyans' whipping boy. I get the blame for all of 'em, because I'm their prince. You'll get whipped, punched, kicked, stabbed, burnt, and sometimes, even poisoned. Frieza has been known to dispose of some oh his most reliable men, hence the destruction of the Saiyan race." Mitsuko still stared at Vegeta, and finally made up her mind to change the subject. "Sorry." she whispered just loud enough for Vegeta's highly developed Saiyan senses to pick up. "I'm going to go take a shower now, if you don't mind. That'll give you some time to figure out who gets the bed." And with that, Mitsuko turned and went into the bathroom after taking a set of nightclothes from her bag, which Vegeta had chucked onto his old bed. She figured it had been his bed since he had been aboard this Hellish ship. *Since he was five years old.* There was a scary thought. A five-year-old child of his high status living here for the rest of his life. She was sure that any who tried to escape was immediately killed as soon as they were retrieved by one of Frieza's 'loyal' troops. *Oh, yeah. They're real loyal. I'll bet everything I've got that they don't try to rebel because they would prefer to live. * She continued to walk to the bathroom, and once there took off her dirty clothes and threw them on the floor. Mitsuko hopped into the shower and turned the water on so it was at warmest temperature it could reach. She despised the cold. Even if the water burnt her skin until it flaked and peeled off of her flesh until there was nothing left but bone, she would greet it with arms wide open. She ended up using half of the shampoo that remained in its bottle, and that was just for her hair. There was a small brush on a little shelf attached to the wall, which Mitsuko used to scrub out the junk that had been concealed under her fingernails. And of course, she needed to let the warmth of the water beat upon her body to relax her tired, tensed, and after all of that running, sore muscles. Without realizing it, she began to sing. It was a very fortunate affair, for she had a great voice, or at least it was great when she sang. Vegeta twitched and turned his head toward the bathroom. "I don't hear a thing." She was singing! Vegeta chuckled to himself. "And I stopped remembering." Of course it wasn't funny. It was actually getting on his nerves. "The days are just like moments turned to hours. Mother used to say if you want you'll find a way. But Mother never danced through fire showers. Walk in the rain, in the ra-" "Oh, will you be quiet, in there?!" Vegeta had a headache and her singing was making it worse. But now he had perfect blackmail. If he wanted her to do something she refused to do, e would threaten to tell every soul he ran into that she sang in the shower. It's happened to Raditz once. They made fun of him and threw things at him for at least two months. Vegeta, on the other hand never got his revenge on any one for any embarrassing secrets of his or rumors that have been told. One thing he learned from day one is that word travels quickly and efficiently, and it often leaves the ship and visits other ships, colonies, and planets. " Sorry, I didn't realize I was even singing." "Oh, and I just want you to know this. There is no need for you to HURRY UP because nobody else is planning on washing food of their entire body!" Mitsuko stepped out of the bathroom about ten minutes later, her hair a soaked mess. "Heh. What happened to your eye, Vegeta?" She cocked her head to one side as she looked at right side of his face. It was turning black and blue and was beginning to swell. "I guess I forgot to duck the dinner roll that was thrown at me." "Oh. And uhhhh. Have you decided to let me have the bed?" Vegeta smirked. "No, The bed is mine and mine and mine alone." Mitsuko frowned. "Hey, you don't expect a beautiful girl like me to sleep on the cold, hard, uncomfortable floor, do you?" "Trust me, the bed isn't that great." "Then why don't you sleep on the floor?" Vegeta knew she had a point, so he just simply pushed her out of his path and made his way to the bathroom, making sure to close the door tightly behind him. He threw his clothes on the floor, adding to the one that had been previously left there. After almost slipping in puddles of water that had been left behind by Mitsuko, he went to the shower. He always liked it at its hottest, so he turned the little knob all the way, waited a minute or two for it to heat up, and jumped in. "Oh my God!!!!!" And he jumped out, seven seconds later. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he ran out of the room to find Mitsuko laughing hysterically and clutching her sides. "Why? Why, did you have to use all of the remotely warm water? Do you know what this means?" "No." Vegeta sighed. "It looks like you'll be getting your first beating from Frieza earlier than expected. There is only one main water source. If one person doesn't get heat, no one does. No heat for any of the water supplies, for a while, and that is a very bad thing. Oh, and did I mention that the water heater controls ALL of the heat? So now, there will be no heat at all, thank you very much." With that, he left to finish washing, letting Mitsuko think about her actions and wondering how bad her punishment will really be.
"Come on, Vegeta." "No." Please?" "No." "Please, please, please, please please, and please???" "Will you shut up if I say yes?" "Yes." "Yes. Now shut up and climb in. Don't snore, don't drool, toss and turn, don't breathe on me, don't kick me, and try not to do anything that involves motion." Vegeta couldn't believe he was doing this. Mitsuko stood up off of the ground, where she was going to sleep. She still would be if she hadn't bothered Vegeta about it for an hour or so. She crawled in, and instantly realized that Vegeta was a sheet-hog. No, wait. He was cuddled up with the sheets! This was perfect black mail. If he ever refused to do something she wanted him to do, she would simply threaten to tell all souls she might happen to come across that Vegeta is a cuddle bear. She refused to let herself complain about the lack of blankets on her side of the bed, after all, this was Vegeta's room. Therefore, the bed and its sheets were his, the soap in the shower were his, and her presence in this room were not his wishes, so she found it especially improper to complain. Mitsuko's sleep came easily, but her rest wasn't peaceful. She had nightmares of what tortures she may be forced to face. Her stomach growled in agreement that no food for a week was awful, and other times she was thankful that that was the only punishment besides having to run she had acquired. She had been asleep for a while, but was trying to awaken the entire time, hoping everything was just a dream. It didn't work. She would have to wait until Vegeta dragged her out of bed the following day. "Mits. Hey, Mitsuko, wake up." Vegeta was shaking her body as hard as he could without hurting her. He was already fully clothed in his old torn training out fit. He had had it as long as he could remember, so he had learned to ignore the rips and tears, as well as the bloodstains of others as well as his. He continued to shake her, and when Mits didn't stir, he tried a different approach. "Mits.get your." He began to pull her. The fact that she was entangled among the sheets didn't help Vegeta any. ~Wow. She's heavy. ~ "ass out of bed!" he finished his sentence while abruptly ripping her off of his mattress. "Ahhhh!!!" Mitsuko screamed as she finally rolled out of her endless slumber. "Vegeta, what the hell was that for? Did I do something wrong while sleeping? Maybe I was breathing to much?" "Mitsuko, first of all, shut your face. And do you remember last night when I told you about our little itty-bitty teeny-weeny water problem? Well guess what. We get to pay for it." Mitsuko turned white. She felt sick. She followed Vegeta down the halls of the enormous ship to Frieza's 'torture chamber'. Vegeta opened the doors and waited for her to enter before closing them. The room has dimly lit with chains hooked in the wall. There were casts with all sorts of knifes, clubs, swords, etc., hung on the walls. The floor was a rough, dusty metal, and the whole room smelt like death. One of the worst parts was. Blood was spread randomly throughout the entire area. There was a ridiculously loud echo that bounced off of the walls. That was probably because it enabled you to hear yourself scream more efficiently, or at least give Frieza and his goons that pleasure. After about three minutes, the large doors swung open and closed almost immediately with a loud crashing sound, followed by a hollow echo. "Well, now. Are we ready to begin?" Frieza asked with a wicked smirk on his face He walked strait up to Vegeta and without warning, he lashed out and punched him in the face where his eye was swollen and black from the night before in the mess hall. "Good," he said, as the smirk on his dark lips continued to spread. Vegeta frowned and looked at the floor, trying to not to reach out and strangle the monster before him. "Dodoria, go and get me 'Ol Faithful. It seems that I have some work to do."
A/N- Hey! Look, a cliffhanger! Yeah, umm. Hey I'm sorry if I don't get a chance to e-mail you if you wanted me to, but I have a lot of other things that I need to take care of before I can do that, so if you keep asking me, I promise I will get back to you. I don't know when the next chapter will be out, but I will try my best to have it up within a week. See ya!
Ed ^.^
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 (I'm not going to bother telling who thinks what in this story. Just look at the symbols. You'll figure it out.)
******************** Mine! All Mine!!!
Both Saiyans' bodies were becoming stiff from the 'food' that coated them. It was becoming hard and crusty from over exposure to the cold air that closed in around their sore, sweaty bodies. Both tried not to inhale through their nose for fear of taking in the smell of the last meal they would have for a solid week. They had finally found something entertaining to do, and Zarbon had to go and blow it up in all of their faces. Vegeta smirked. He continued to lead Mits to the training room to get her things. They stopped when they finally got there to let some other newbies exit the room before they actually stepped in. Vegeta grabbed the bag from Mitsuko as she was about to swing it over her shoulder and started down the hall with every intention of going to his room, taking a much-needed shower once there, and cuddling up in his toasty-warm bed. Then the thing he feared came. "Vegeta? You know you don't have to carry my junk around." No answer. "So, who gets the shower first?" At that last comment, Vegeta cringed. He had to admit, he was taking a liking to this girl. She was much more playful and funny than Raditz, and certainly not as aggravating as Nappa. ~And she's cute, too. That's always a plus~ And he had no idea as to who showered first and who got to sleep on the bed. ~It is my bed. And she has no right to take that from me. ~ "Don't know, don't care," Vegeta said at last. They had finally reached his room and he was about to enter the access code when. "Hey, Vegeta. Don't you think that I should know the code so that way I can get in without buggin' you every time? I mean, this is going to be my room too. Even if it is only temporary, it still might come in handy. "No. Everything is only temporary here. Frieza always says that so we'll do what he says without complaining about long term situations." "Wow. That sucks. So are we gonna be able to get another bed for me? Cause its not that I would mind sharing one with you, but people might talk, and that gets in the way of business, you know how it is, right?" Mitsuko said without ever pausing to take a breath. Vegeta could barely make out what she was saying; she was speaking so quickly as not to suffocate while talking. If he couldn't lip-read and tell that apart from the wild smirk spread upon her food encrusted face, he would have been forced to have that repeated. She could see the shock on Vegeta's face. She knew what she had said and she realized that she actually meant it. Every word was true, and she knew that Vegeta also recognized the truth in every single syllable that had just recently rolled off of her tongue. It was like he could read her mind, and she didn't mind that, either. "No," Vegeta said. Mits merely thought that the prince was kidding. A soldier came limping down the cold metal corridor just then. He was bleeding and looked like he would keel over at any moment. Mitsuko bit her lip to keep from calling out to him to find out what had happened. As he trudged by, she noticed that he wasn't wearing a shirt or any armor. Once he was passed Mits, she had a clear view of his back. It was what was bleeding the most. There were long scars spread across his back. Some had just recently reopened, and in what few areas that were scar-free, they were no more, and had been carved out into thin, curving crimson swirls that were randomly strewn on his body. She was tugged into the now open door way by Vegeta, who had caught her staring. "Be a good girl, now, or you might look like that in a while. Wouldn't that be a shame, huh?" Mitsuko glanced over at Vegeta just in time to see some of his meal slide down his smooth cheek. "What happened? The question is, who happened. He was being naughty or Frieza was bored, so he got beaten. It happens to all of us. But me. I'm the Saiyans' whipping boy. I get the blame for all of 'em, because I'm their prince. You'll get whipped, punched, kicked, stabbed, burnt, and sometimes, even poisoned. Frieza has been known to dispose of some oh his most reliable men, hence the destruction of the Saiyan race." Mitsuko still stared at Vegeta, and finally made up her mind to change the subject. "Sorry." she whispered just loud enough for Vegeta's highly developed Saiyan senses to pick up. "I'm going to go take a shower now, if you don't mind. That'll give you some time to figure out who gets the bed." And with that, Mitsuko turned and went into the bathroom after taking a set of nightclothes from her bag, which Vegeta had chucked onto his old bed. She figured it had been his bed since he had been aboard this Hellish ship. *Since he was five years old.* There was a scary thought. A five-year-old child of his high status living here for the rest of his life. She was sure that any who tried to escape was immediately killed as soon as they were retrieved by one of Frieza's 'loyal' troops. *Oh, yeah. They're real loyal. I'll bet everything I've got that they don't try to rebel because they would prefer to live. * She continued to walk to the bathroom, and once there took off her dirty clothes and threw them on the floor. Mitsuko hopped into the shower and turned the water on so it was at warmest temperature it could reach. She despised the cold. Even if the water burnt her skin until it flaked and peeled off of her flesh until there was nothing left but bone, she would greet it with arms wide open. She ended up using half of the shampoo that remained in its bottle, and that was just for her hair. There was a small brush on a little shelf attached to the wall, which Mitsuko used to scrub out the junk that had been concealed under her fingernails. And of course, she needed to let the warmth of the water beat upon her body to relax her tired, tensed, and after all of that running, sore muscles. Without realizing it, she began to sing. It was a very fortunate affair, for she had a great voice, or at least it was great when she sang. Vegeta twitched and turned his head toward the bathroom. "I don't hear a thing." She was singing! Vegeta chuckled to himself. "And I stopped remembering." Of course it wasn't funny. It was actually getting on his nerves. "The days are just like moments turned to hours. Mother used to say if you want you'll find a way. But Mother never danced through fire showers. Walk in the rain, in the ra-" "Oh, will you be quiet, in there?!" Vegeta had a headache and her singing was making it worse. But now he had perfect blackmail. If he wanted her to do something she refused to do, e would threaten to tell every soul he ran into that she sang in the shower. It's happened to Raditz once. They made fun of him and threw things at him for at least two months. Vegeta, on the other hand never got his revenge on any one for any embarrassing secrets of his or rumors that have been told. One thing he learned from day one is that word travels quickly and efficiently, and it often leaves the ship and visits other ships, colonies, and planets. " Sorry, I didn't realize I was even singing." "Oh, and I just want you to know this. There is no need for you to HURRY UP because nobody else is planning on washing food of their entire body!" Mitsuko stepped out of the bathroom about ten minutes later, her hair a soaked mess. "Heh. What happened to your eye, Vegeta?" She cocked her head to one side as she looked at right side of his face. It was turning black and blue and was beginning to swell. "I guess I forgot to duck the dinner roll that was thrown at me." "Oh. And uhhhh. Have you decided to let me have the bed?" Vegeta smirked. "No, The bed is mine and mine and mine alone." Mitsuko frowned. "Hey, you don't expect a beautiful girl like me to sleep on the cold, hard, uncomfortable floor, do you?" "Trust me, the bed isn't that great." "Then why don't you sleep on the floor?" Vegeta knew she had a point, so he just simply pushed her out of his path and made his way to the bathroom, making sure to close the door tightly behind him. He threw his clothes on the floor, adding to the one that had been previously left there. After almost slipping in puddles of water that had been left behind by Mitsuko, he went to the shower. He always liked it at its hottest, so he turned the little knob all the way, waited a minute or two for it to heat up, and jumped in. "Oh my God!!!!!" And he jumped out, seven seconds later. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he ran out of the room to find Mitsuko laughing hysterically and clutching her sides. "Why? Why, did you have to use all of the remotely warm water? Do you know what this means?" "No." Vegeta sighed. "It looks like you'll be getting your first beating from Frieza earlier than expected. There is only one main water source. If one person doesn't get heat, no one does. No heat for any of the water supplies, for a while, and that is a very bad thing. Oh, and did I mention that the water heater controls ALL of the heat? So now, there will be no heat at all, thank you very much." With that, he left to finish washing, letting Mitsuko think about her actions and wondering how bad her punishment will really be.
"Come on, Vegeta." "No." Please?" "No." "Please, please, please, please please, and please???" "Will you shut up if I say yes?" "Yes." "Yes. Now shut up and climb in. Don't snore, don't drool, toss and turn, don't breathe on me, don't kick me, and try not to do anything that involves motion." Vegeta couldn't believe he was doing this. Mitsuko stood up off of the ground, where she was going to sleep. She still would be if she hadn't bothered Vegeta about it for an hour or so. She crawled in, and instantly realized that Vegeta was a sheet-hog. No, wait. He was cuddled up with the sheets! This was perfect black mail. If he ever refused to do something she wanted him to do, she would simply threaten to tell all souls she might happen to come across that Vegeta is a cuddle bear. She refused to let herself complain about the lack of blankets on her side of the bed, after all, this was Vegeta's room. Therefore, the bed and its sheets were his, the soap in the shower were his, and her presence in this room were not his wishes, so she found it especially improper to complain. Mitsuko's sleep came easily, but her rest wasn't peaceful. She had nightmares of what tortures she may be forced to face. Her stomach growled in agreement that no food for a week was awful, and other times she was thankful that that was the only punishment besides having to run she had acquired. She had been asleep for a while, but was trying to awaken the entire time, hoping everything was just a dream. It didn't work. She would have to wait until Vegeta dragged her out of bed the following day. "Mits. Hey, Mitsuko, wake up." Vegeta was shaking her body as hard as he could without hurting her. He was already fully clothed in his old torn training out fit. He had had it as long as he could remember, so he had learned to ignore the rips and tears, as well as the bloodstains of others as well as his. He continued to shake her, and when Mits didn't stir, he tried a different approach. "Mits.get your." He began to pull her. The fact that she was entangled among the sheets didn't help Vegeta any. ~Wow. She's heavy. ~ "ass out of bed!" he finished his sentence while abruptly ripping her off of his mattress. "Ahhhh!!!" Mitsuko screamed as she finally rolled out of her endless slumber. "Vegeta, what the hell was that for? Did I do something wrong while sleeping? Maybe I was breathing to much?" "Mitsuko, first of all, shut your face. And do you remember last night when I told you about our little itty-bitty teeny-weeny water problem? Well guess what. We get to pay for it." Mitsuko turned white. She felt sick. She followed Vegeta down the halls of the enormous ship to Frieza's 'torture chamber'. Vegeta opened the doors and waited for her to enter before closing them. The room has dimly lit with chains hooked in the wall. There were casts with all sorts of knifes, clubs, swords, etc., hung on the walls. The floor was a rough, dusty metal, and the whole room smelt like death. One of the worst parts was. Blood was spread randomly throughout the entire area. There was a ridiculously loud echo that bounced off of the walls. That was probably because it enabled you to hear yourself scream more efficiently, or at least give Frieza and his goons that pleasure. After about three minutes, the large doors swung open and closed almost immediately with a loud crashing sound, followed by a hollow echo. "Well, now. Are we ready to begin?" Frieza asked with a wicked smirk on his face He walked strait up to Vegeta and without warning, he lashed out and punched him in the face where his eye was swollen and black from the night before in the mess hall. "Good," he said, as the smirk on his dark lips continued to spread. Vegeta frowned and looked at the floor, trying to not to reach out and strangle the monster before him. "Dodoria, go and get me 'Ol Faithful. It seems that I have some work to do."
A/N- Hey! Look, a cliffhanger! Yeah, umm. Hey I'm sorry if I don't get a chance to e-mail you if you wanted me to, but I have a lot of other things that I need to take care of before I can do that, so if you keep asking me, I promise I will get back to you. I don't know when the next chapter will be out, but I will try my best to have it up within a week. See ya!
Ed ^.^