AN: Here's the 12th chapter. Wow...this is getting pretty long ^-^;;;

Warnings: A lil Goku bashing, language

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, don't sue me.

"Wake up!" A brute slap to the face roused an unconscious Goku who had been once again strapped to a metal chair, this time with ki restraints on both arms, legs, and neck. It was deja vu all over again. He didn't bother struggling since he already knew where he was and why. The stinging pain of the slap tingled harshly. All he could think about at the moment was where did they take Brolli. "You dis-GUST me! Do you know the penalty for attacking, let alone *murdering* a high ranking officer?!" Goku remained silent as Ginyu barked. The warden leaned in close to Goku's face, rancid breath filling sensitive nostrils. "You will pay. That I guarantee..." Goku said nothing, as the Ginyu spat in his eyes.

Brimming with so much rage, Ginyu stormed out the room, meeting up with the rest of the members. Burta stood erect holding one of Jeice's gloves, stained and ruined with heavy splotches of blood. "Gone," his raspy voice murmured. Recoome sat in a overstuffed plush chair leaning his head on his hand in a bored fashion. Personally, he thought the entire crew was overreacting and could have easily found another warrior to replace Jeice.

Just then, Guldo rushed forward to make an announcement. Captain Ginyu, sir. "His ship has arrived." Everyone's eyes in the room widened, looking expectantly towards Ginyu, a sense of foreboding shadowed Goku then even though he was by himself. All feared *him.*

Facing the door of the ice cold room that held their most wanted prisoner, Ginyu rubbed his hands together readily. "Good. He'll know just what to do."

~~~

White, pale feet clopped down the metal hallways. Black toenails reflected the brilliant ceiling lights implanted in the roof above sharply. He wasn't in his usual hover pod today. No. This matter was too formal for that. A long, pink-tipped tail swished to and fro in sync with the movements of his stride. Cool black eyes narrowed at the door he approached, blood tinted lips frowning in displeasure. Frieza was surely in no mood to deal with this incompetent force today. The airlock door slid open automatically and he glared at the four remaining fighters as he slowly ambled in. Looking around at the odd bunch he turned his nose up in disdain. "I heard what happened to Jeice. Show me the one..."

Ginyu stood up stiffly and bowed at the waist. "Y-Yes, Master Frieza. Right this way." He beckoned towards another door that was solid metal, bolted around the sides with a single knob. Creaking open slowly, the warden revealed Goku, strapped down in a chair sitting right in the middle of the freezing cold room.

Goku could feel his entire body stop functioning as the room temperature dropped significantly from the iciness the lizard lord gave off. He kept his head down, afraid to meet the eyes of the man so many had feared. Something deep within recognized that man, barely, but it was there. This Frieza character had come to the prison before, almost a year ago, and took another saiyan away to the "labs." No one had heard from him again. That lizard was the same man from then!

The icy tyrant took his time as he walked up to the restrained saiyan. Tapping the scouter over his eye, he checked the reading on Goku's power level. One-hundred fifty. Inspecting his physical status once more thoroughly, Frieza snarled and turned towards the head warden. "*This* is the man that so easily killed Jeice?" Shocked out of his wits at the sudden out burst, Ginyu stuttered. "What is this, some kind of joke?" Frieza's eyes narrowed deathly at the commanding officer.

Shaking his hands in front of his face frantically in defense, Ginyu weakly countered. "N-No, no, sir. We got reports that THIS one right here murdered Jeice."

"Actually," a voice behind them all spoke up as the other door leading to the first room slid open. "It was Brolli who killed Jeice. However, he was the one who persuaded the entire affair." The others jerked around to see a tall, broad saiyan with flowing hair that ended at his ankles.

//Raditz?!// Goku's head shot up to see the devilish gleam in his brother's eyes. //How could you, brother?//

Frieza leaned his head to the side, glancing back at the other prisoner tied down. Upon looking closer, his eyes twitched in shock. "Bardock? Impossible..."

Ginyu corrected. "Sir, that would be his son, Kakarrot. But the others call him Goku for some odd reason." He paused for a moment to glare at the beaten man. "Some how he's won the attentions of that over-grown ape, Brolli, and has been here stirring up the others through him ever since he got here." Before Ginyu could continue his little sermon, Frieza held up a hand to signal him for silence.

Stepping closer, he smirked. "Yes...now I see it. He looks exactly like Bardock, and from what I hear, has the same conniving, instigating personality as his poor excuse for a father as well." Raditz glowered at the crude remark about his father but kept his tongue nonetheless.

The entire room was silent for a moment before the warden spoke up once more. "So what do you suggest we should do, sir? I propose we kill him. A life for a life you know. It's only fair to do... "

Frieza thought for a while. He didn't care too much for Jeice particularly however he did begin to contemplate the consequences of allowing one of the prisoners to get away with murder of a superior officer in general. If he were to stir up the other saiyans in a rebellion, there could be serious trouble from it. "No." Ginyu raised a hairless brow warily. "Death is...too easy." Circling the captured quarry like a vicious vulture, a devious plan formed in Frieza's head. Blood-red lips smirked as he left the room and closed the door the prisoner's room; he wouldn't need to hear what they had in store for him...

~~~

Goku had drifted asleep in the chair long ago, his body retaining what little heat it could barely keep after encountering the ice lord himself. However, a sharp jerk rudely awoke him from the desperate rest he needed. Goku looked around to see that he was being roughly yanked from the metal restraints and hauled down the hall once more. Past two sets of double doors, up three flights of crumbling stairs and out on to the gray expanse of the vacant concrete lot, Goku was stripped and pushed face-first against an freezing-cold wall, four heavy shackles holding his wrists and ankles in place. He shivered violently.

//What the hell are they about to do?// He could barely see anything though he could hear faint whispers growing louder with the sound of many footsteps. A stinky cackle rumbled from directly behind his ear.

"You *won't* be able to snake your way out of this, boy." Ginyu purred while running a hand down Goku's back making Goku cringe in violation and even more trepidation.

~~~

Toma's brow worried in deep thought. He had heard about the commotion at Goku and Brolli's cell. All he knew was that they had both been dramatically dragged away from each other in the midst of the night and no one had heard from either one in three days. "God, what have they done with you, Kakarrot?" he muttered quietly as he and the rest of the imprisoned warriors filed out onto the blacktop.

" Hey! Isn't that Goku?"

Suddenly, stirring grew in the crowd. Toma awoke from his train of grave thought.

"Woah, that *is* Goku up there! What the hell are they doing to him?!" a common saiyan murmured to another.

Recklessly, Toma shoved his way past the others in order to get a closer look. "Goku?" He froze in terror as Ginyu himself stood with a fiery laser whip in one hand, the other extended to the crowd.

"As you all know," Ginyu started, "this, troublemaker here, was the cause of the murder of a high ranked commanding officer. And now, he will be severely punished. This is a lesson to all of you! This is what happens when you try to test the system." Winding his arm back, Ginyu struck Goku's bare back with the lasers searing marks into his flesh; the burning stench covered at least two rows of people watching up front.

That thing hurt like hell to say. redundantly. It was as if he were being scorched and frozen all at once. Despite the biting pain however, Goku kept his screams of agony inside because there was no way he was going to give Ginyu the pleasure of hearing such from him. Losing count of the lashes after twenty-four when the pain had become unbearable, the battered saiyan all but passed out at the altar. His entire body had gone numb and he his eyes throbbed tightly, throwing away their will to cry; scorch marks lined his back as though he had been roasting on a grill.

All were quiet, silently lamenting for the strong warrior's pain. But Toma could take no more and protested. "Stop! You're killing him!" Ginyu paused and grinned at the spoken saiyan in the crowd.

"But my boy...that's the idea..." A loud snap of the buzzing whip sliced across the already burnt back of the persecuted saiyan. Cackling proudly he pulled Goku's head back by the mane, slithering his tongue up a cold, dry cheek. "Tell them! Tell them how weak you are, and how you were a fool to challenge us!"

Toma narrowed his eyes and shook his head in disbelief. Why were they hounding Goku when it wasn't him who had killed Jeice?

Ginyu purred sadistically in Goku's ear while the heat emitting from the laser whip melted already charred skin upon his back. But Goku was saiyan, and saiyans were known mostly for their stubbornness.

"N-Never. I'll never bow to you or any of the bastards that run this hell." He growled loud enough for the audience to hear. They all erupted in cheers and laughter of support. Raising their fists high, they all protested together. The bastards. Gritting his teeth tightly, Goku summoned as much strength as his body could provide and ripped one hand free from the iron-like shackle that rendered him, then another. Tugging at his feet, he emancipated both ankles and stood tall, naked and proud in front of the people, his people. Toma smirked. //Just like your father.//

Huffing in total anger, Ginyu seized Goku by the throat, lifting him off the ground. "I'll kill you!" The firm grip narrowed as he hoisted him high into the air and said, "I'll snap your neck right now, you conniving ass." //You WON'T make a fool of me! I refuse you that notion right here, right now!//

Goku gave a strangled laugh as he twisted his head to look at the sky. "Go ahead, kill me. It won't make much of a difference." Prisoners watched their hero dance on coals of fire, taunting and bantering with the warden himself, amazed at Goku's audacity and courage to do what they had so much as feared years ago. "You can't keep all of us here forever. You *won't* keep all of us here forever." He turned his attentions to his own kind. "Listen! I-I know you've been oppressed but if you all tr-try hard enough, you can break free from here. Individually, you may not be able to beat them, but together you--AH!!"

Ginyu quickly silenced Goku's remonstration with the hot laser wrapped around his waist, burning precious goods. He dropped Goku on the deck carelessly and kicked him in the ribs.

"You all are nothing but saiyan dogs! Apes! Uncivilized oafs defiling the universe with your mere existence!" The captain pointed an accusing finger at all of the spectators. "You'll be here for the rest of your worthless--miserable--lives!!"

Goku grinned and chortled. "You damned fool," he muttered before passing out due to the lack of energy. Because at that moment, the hundreds of saiyans that did not take kindly to Ginyu's words began to storm the stage, taking revenge for Goku's humiliation along with their own.

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He woke there a few hours ago feeling hungry and agitated. As far as knowing how long he had been there, he could not tell. Cerulean laser bars hummed sinisterly sealing off the only entrance and exit, the rest of the container was solid, gray, firm. Just how long had it been any way? At most a few day, no longer than two or three with no food or water.

Caged, like an animal. I am an animal, to them anyways. They stole him from me, without warning, without shame. Devils, bastards, selfish sadistic pricks! All of them will pay. Each and every single one of them, those who hurt me. Hurt him.

Complex thoughts raced through his mind, like a flurry of confused fish in the sea. Anger, bile, tears, sadness, it all began to build a tower inside, a tower like no other. It was sub-zero; he was naked, and yet it felt so damned hot, sweltering, melting.

A thin echo caught his sensitive saiyan ears. Clop, clop, clop, clop... Those footsteps grew louder becoming a decrescendo of thunderous rain drops. It was hard to see, everything so dark and shadowed over of course. The only thing Brolli could make out were the tables and medical desks. He had never been to this wing before, never realized it existed. Black auras danced about, appearing to whisper deadly secrets to one another. A steel door opened from a distance, light rushing in, attempting to battle the dark, but it failed. There was not enough to defeat the inky depths before the heavy door slammed shut again. Two. That's how many had entered the room, Brolli noticed. A tall one, and a much shorter one.

"This is the one, they tell me, who slew Jeice, Papa." A thick voice shattered the quiet, hammering it down with a battering ram. Those thundering raindrops pounded the high expanded walls as they moved closer. Brolli didn't bother straining his eyes, the light blue laser bars not providing enough illumination to see right outside the confinement. He could tell that they were right on the other side though, barely an inch away from the surface of the detaining cell, watching with sick amusement. "Tell me, are you cold?"

You disgusting freak, show yourself! Face me and stop being the coward that you are! Caging me for your own entertainment like some side show...

Was what he wanted to say, unfortunately, fate cursed him with a lame tongue, so everything that came out made him sound simple, stupid, a mind of a full-grown man mended with the mouth of a three-year old. The words came out very, spaced apart and slow, with a low, unsure tone.

"Fuck you," an extremely angry three-year old.

A deep chuckle, "Articulate as well, I see." Dim lights sputtered to life, revealing Frieza, the nasty creature who had murdered his father so long ago alongside a much taller version of the lord. His horns were much larger, smoother, more defined, unlike the stout pair that Frieza wore. And he had called him "Papa." Frieza's father, Brolli deducted as much.

Saiyan nostrils lifted into the air, there far more than two in the room now. Sensing about ten or twenty more, the saiyan growled apprehensively, unsure of what the two ice-jin's were planning. White reflected off the shifting figures in the back, lab coats? He had noticed the medical supplies earlier, perhaps he was in an infirmary? Shuffling, commotion of all sorts took place behind the two, making Brolli frustrated at the level of secrecy in how it was being conducted. Metal clinked together, tools of some sort, wheels squeaked, clothes rustled in the chilly, brisk room. Keeping his head, down the saiyan focused with his ears alone, knowing that his eyes weren't going to be reliable.

There's twenty-two, no, twenty-three of them, all of them in lab coats. Doctors and surgeons no doubt. Probably going to test me, or experiment on me like the others.

Frieza turned to the dim recesses. "Is it ready yet?"

"Yes, sir. All the equipment is set up." Nodding towards another, the smaller changeling grinned, signaling a man across the room to flip some type of switch. The blue laser bars dissipated, leaving the prisoner inside unrestrained, unguarded. He sat there for a second thinking. Obviously this was some sort of trick, or lure. They were expecting him to attack, rear up, or something. Instead, he stayed put, legs folded, arms hanging limply by his sides.

Black, solid horns tilted in question. "The bars are up, don't you want to leave now?"

Brolli laughed. Just because he appeared dumb didn't mean that he was. "You take Brolli for fool. Think Brolli is dumb animal. Wrong..." he purred darkly.

Just as he expected. There was much more to Brolli than what met the eye. Along with the footage security cameras had managed to capture, Frieza concluded that Brolli had to be one of the smartest, most threatening man in the entire damned prison. Ruby lips parted slightly, pasty white teeth peeking through. Frieza knew just what to say to get what he wanted. With Brolli, it was no different. "My dear saiyan, there's no reason to behave rebelliously anymore. You're precious Goku is dead.

The lumbering saiyan, still at the back of the cage froze before a sliver of grief sliced open his heart. Narrowing his eyes dangerously, the naked man clenched large palms into hammering fists, grape-sized knuckles turning bright white. The forked tongue jackass. Goku is strong. He would never fall at the hands of these spineless dogs.

"You lie."

Another, much thicker laugh resounded through the room, bouncing off the walls to echo painfully in the saiyans ears. "Do I?" This time, the taller, heavier-set being chuckled, not as loudly as the evil laughter that had broken a great deal of Brolli's sanity, yet it was still menacing nonetheless. Facing the farthest corner of the room, Frieza nodded to someone who stood by, near a control panel. "Show him..."

Instantly, the screen flickered on, the bright light nearly blinding Brolli along with a few others who were not prepared for the sudden change. What he saw confused him, there were hundreds of his kind, storming the paved lot. It was a riot, shouting, screaming, ki restraints and lasers flashing wildly. Then the sight moved to Goku, naked, bleeding, scarred, motionless on the metal platform in the middle of the entire ordeal. Seeing that, Goku, down, eyes closed, unmoving, made him lose control. Goku. Dead? Goku. Dead.

He couldn't help it, when the beast inside him tore loose, crashing free from the cage, ripping practically swinging at anything ion his arms' reach. After cracking the skulls of a few doctors who were standing too close, several guards managed to shackle him with ki restraints attached to long poles. Thinking that the bulky man had been curtailed, they all relaxed, which turned out to be a huge mistake. Using the rods, Brolli began smashing computers, flinging doctors around, slamming them into walls, machines, tables, desks. Shocking the saiyan had become useless, his nerves so numb the electricity held no effect at all. People panicked, desperately attempting to flee the saiyan's wrath. Only a few tried to prod it with anything they believed useful, but to no avail.

Brolli bellowed, putting all his efforts into trashing all. Yet his mind was completely lost, gone. Irrationality covered basically everything that his reasoning side did not. However everything stilled, his heart stung, but from an outside pain. Glancing down, he found a thin, straight beam of energy pierced him front and back.

King Cold frowned. "I thought you said you weren't going to kill him."

Frieza frowned back at his father. "I didn't even put that much into it Father, just enough to take the damned thing out. He was becoming a serious nuisance." Plodding over to where Brolli had fallen unconscious, Frieza poked him out of curiosity with one foot. "But this big loaf here is going play a very important role in a big plan I have. You'll see Papa, I'll make you so proud."

The king huffed, rolling his eyes before turning to leave. "I swear, you got it from your mother." His cape willowing in his wake as the door slammed open, the closed again.

Tail thumping on the steel ground excitedly, Frieze looked towards two guards, "Patch him up and strap him down. I want him in better restraints."

"Y-yes, sir."

The saiyan's fingers twitched as he tried to take a breathe. As his eyes rolled into the back of his head he whisper, "Goku. Dead."

TBC

Ging: Aren't I wonderful?? ^-^

Brolli: HULK SMASH!

Vegeta: *peeks his head out* ...Guess what every one?! I'm in the next chap--

Ging: *smothers him with pillow case* Eh heh! ^^;; Nothing to see here ladies and gents.

Goku: Poor me. I dead.... T T

Ging: -_-;;;;;