A/N- Hey every one. Sorry that this chapter is so short. Lets just say that
I needed a little something to tide you over while I'm working on other
chapters. I also have some ideas for a new story, and I'll be starting
that. So. Here you are!
Disclaimer- 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.)
******************** First Beating
*Who the hell is 'Ol Faithful? Oh, jeeze, what have I gotten into this time?* Mitsuko's fear was spread about the room. Frieza's smirk grew wider and wider every time he noticed it. The slightest bit of terror was concealed in Vegeta's eyes, while Mitsuko was the complete opposite. A few moments later, Zarbon returned with a long, worn out whip. He handed it to Frieza, who twirled his fingers around it. "Mitsuko, I'd like you to meet me trusty friend, 'Ol Faithful. As you can see, he is a whip, used to punish the most annoying of rule/regulation violators. Having no heat for two days until the repairman can get out here is very annoying. And, as I'm sure you know, you have caused this. Therefore, you get to play with 'Ol Faithful, here." He half laughed half cackled. Then, out of nowhere, Zarbon grabbed Vegeta and dragged him to the cold stonewall that was spattered with the most blood and chained him to it. Dodoria grabbed Mits and did the same, only she was chained across from the prince.
Zarbon and Dodoria then left the room talking about 'stupid monkeys" or something like that. She could tell it was something bad by the look on Vegeta's face when he heard their conversation. Mitsuko drifted off into thought while staring at the floor. She heard a loud cracking sound, a sharp intake of breath, and then another cracking sound and sharp intake of breath, which was repeated several times. She glanced up, and almost screamed. She would have, but her throat was far to dry to let sound escape, it was doubtful that she could even whisper. Vegeta was swimming in a fool of blood. It was dripping down his legs and splattering all over the place. Mitsuko could see it, even at her distance, all splashed across the wall, Frieza, Vegeta's body, everywhere. *Oh God, no.* Now she was certain that she would faint. Vegeta gritted his teeth together as his strong body shuddered from the force of the whip clasped tightly in Frieza's hand one last time. Frieza put 'Ol Faithful down and dragged his long, black, and most likely incredibly sharp nails down Vegeta's back, paying extra attention to the new wounds that were to grow up with him and turn into scars, the ugly physical reminders in life that tell a person that you were hurt.
"I've changed my mind. I'll punish you another way," Frieza said coldly to Mitsuko. She could detect a slight hint of amusement in his rasping voice. He walked slowly toward her, stopping only to retrieve a knife off of the rather large 'display case' that stood at the west wall. He knelt down in front of Mitsuko and stared into her eyes. It felt like he was reading her soul, or at least her mind. If he was, there was no hope for her, and she was sure of it. *The bastard. I hope he goes straight to Hell, after he dies slowly and painfully.* "Ok, so I know that it was you who was in the shower, not Vegeta. He got hit because, first of all, he is your Prince and he should stand up for his people and share their punishment. And two, because you are his responsibility. For example, if for some strange unknown reason you run away and he doesn't, he gets punished severely. Got it?" Mitsuko nodded her head. Frieza took his shiny silver knife up from his side and brought it to Mitsuko's shoulder. He put the tip on her, and pushed it into the skin, barely enough for her to feel the pain. Warm crimson blood dripped down her arm and over her chest. She tilted her head to watch Frieza's cold clammy hand drag the knife down her arm and gradually push it into her flesh even more than it already was. When he got to her hand, he removed the knife from her body and puncture the skin on her other arm. He repeated the process, and then did the same on her back and stomach. He lowered his body and dragged his knife down the front of her strong legs as well as the back.
He finally used her as a punching bag, making sure to leave her covered in bruises. Vegeta watched all of this and felt sorry for Mits. ~She had no idea it would hurt this much. I just hope she doesn't go insane like everyone else.~ Frieza' stood abruptly. "Make sure this doesn't happen again, Vegeta. You know what's expected of you. Report to the court in an hour. Both of you. Understood?" "Yes, Lord Frieza," the two bleeding Saiyans said. They were lucky Frieza didn't catch the blood curdling hatred in their voices. Zarbon came in and unchained the two. And with that, he and Frieza turned left the room, grinning like idiots. *Oh, what now?*
A/N- Like I said, short. Don't worry; the next chapter will be up in about a week. So until the, buh-bye! ED ^.^
Disclaimer- 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.)
******************** First Beating
*Who the hell is 'Ol Faithful? Oh, jeeze, what have I gotten into this time?* Mitsuko's fear was spread about the room. Frieza's smirk grew wider and wider every time he noticed it. The slightest bit of terror was concealed in Vegeta's eyes, while Mitsuko was the complete opposite. A few moments later, Zarbon returned with a long, worn out whip. He handed it to Frieza, who twirled his fingers around it. "Mitsuko, I'd like you to meet me trusty friend, 'Ol Faithful. As you can see, he is a whip, used to punish the most annoying of rule/regulation violators. Having no heat for two days until the repairman can get out here is very annoying. And, as I'm sure you know, you have caused this. Therefore, you get to play with 'Ol Faithful, here." He half laughed half cackled. Then, out of nowhere, Zarbon grabbed Vegeta and dragged him to the cold stonewall that was spattered with the most blood and chained him to it. Dodoria grabbed Mits and did the same, only she was chained across from the prince.
Zarbon and Dodoria then left the room talking about 'stupid monkeys" or something like that. She could tell it was something bad by the look on Vegeta's face when he heard their conversation. Mitsuko drifted off into thought while staring at the floor. She heard a loud cracking sound, a sharp intake of breath, and then another cracking sound and sharp intake of breath, which was repeated several times. She glanced up, and almost screamed. She would have, but her throat was far to dry to let sound escape, it was doubtful that she could even whisper. Vegeta was swimming in a fool of blood. It was dripping down his legs and splattering all over the place. Mitsuko could see it, even at her distance, all splashed across the wall, Frieza, Vegeta's body, everywhere. *Oh God, no.* Now she was certain that she would faint. Vegeta gritted his teeth together as his strong body shuddered from the force of the whip clasped tightly in Frieza's hand one last time. Frieza put 'Ol Faithful down and dragged his long, black, and most likely incredibly sharp nails down Vegeta's back, paying extra attention to the new wounds that were to grow up with him and turn into scars, the ugly physical reminders in life that tell a person that you were hurt.
"I've changed my mind. I'll punish you another way," Frieza said coldly to Mitsuko. She could detect a slight hint of amusement in his rasping voice. He walked slowly toward her, stopping only to retrieve a knife off of the rather large 'display case' that stood at the west wall. He knelt down in front of Mitsuko and stared into her eyes. It felt like he was reading her soul, or at least her mind. If he was, there was no hope for her, and she was sure of it. *The bastard. I hope he goes straight to Hell, after he dies slowly and painfully.* "Ok, so I know that it was you who was in the shower, not Vegeta. He got hit because, first of all, he is your Prince and he should stand up for his people and share their punishment. And two, because you are his responsibility. For example, if for some strange unknown reason you run away and he doesn't, he gets punished severely. Got it?" Mitsuko nodded her head. Frieza took his shiny silver knife up from his side and brought it to Mitsuko's shoulder. He put the tip on her, and pushed it into the skin, barely enough for her to feel the pain. Warm crimson blood dripped down her arm and over her chest. She tilted her head to watch Frieza's cold clammy hand drag the knife down her arm and gradually push it into her flesh even more than it already was. When he got to her hand, he removed the knife from her body and puncture the skin on her other arm. He repeated the process, and then did the same on her back and stomach. He lowered his body and dragged his knife down the front of her strong legs as well as the back.
He finally used her as a punching bag, making sure to leave her covered in bruises. Vegeta watched all of this and felt sorry for Mits. ~She had no idea it would hurt this much. I just hope she doesn't go insane like everyone else.~ Frieza' stood abruptly. "Make sure this doesn't happen again, Vegeta. You know what's expected of you. Report to the court in an hour. Both of you. Understood?" "Yes, Lord Frieza," the two bleeding Saiyans said. They were lucky Frieza didn't catch the blood curdling hatred in their voices. Zarbon came in and unchained the two. And with that, he and Frieza turned left the room, grinning like idiots. *Oh, what now?*
A/N- Like I said, short. Don't worry; the next chapter will be up in about a week. So until the, buh-bye! ED ^.^