Chapter 2: Course of Confusion
*Isy's POV*
I didn't bother struggling as Frieza carried me back to the ship. I felt like I was walking in the opposite direction because he was holding my stomach and I was facing backwards. I had my chin cupped in my hand, and I was sulking because I was basically helpless.
Once back on the ship, Frieza dumped me on the bed in my quarters, and left me there. I took the hint to stay there while he left, but I prayed he wouldn't come back. I desperately wanted to know what was going on.
A few hours later, while I was in a doze on my bed, I heard a knock. I immediately sat up, my eyes wide. Who could it be?
I was grateful to find that it was just one of the soldiers wondering if I would help with some of the work shifts. I usually did that, like easy chores and stuff, but now I didn't know if I could leave my room or not.
"Well, Frieza just left me here, so I don't know what's going on..." I explained.
"That's fine. I think it's okay if you helped out. If he says anything, I'll take the blame." And with that, he gave me a confident smile.
"Okay, okay. I'll go. Who do I report to?"
"The Chef."
~~~
I walked slowly towards the jail cell with the bowl of food in my hand. I wonder if what Chef had said was true...
***Flashback***
"So Isy, I guess you'll be working for me for awhile..."
"Why do you say that, Chef?"
"Because, I thought Master Frieza said he didn't want to see you anymore because every time he looks at you, he thinks of..."
I looked up at her with big eyes, praying that she wouldn't say that name.
"O, I'm sorry Miss Isabel, I won't mention it."
"Thanks..." I quietly replied. Then she handed me the bowl of food, and herded me off to cell number six.
***Flashback is over [no, really?]***
I stopped in front of the cell, looking into the darkness and trying to adjust my eyes. I wondered who was kept in here, because this cell had ALWAYS been empty before.
I slowly unlocked the door, and peered in. Cautiously, I entered, then I heard a zap and I jumped about two feet high; it scared me that much. It had been so quiet...
I looked behind me to see a now-fried rat dead on the ground, and I breathed a sigh of relief, happy that it wasn't me.
"Who's there?" I called, hoping they would come out.
"Here." The voice came from the corner, and it didn't sound too happy.
I looked in the corner, only to see a young boy maybe two years older, dressed in armor and a cape.
"Uh...where would you like this?" I asked now coming into the dim light.
"Just put it there, on the ground...WHAT?! You're a Saiyan!" He said looking surprised.
"Actually I'm only half..." I meekly replied.
"Who are your parents?" He quickly asked.
"My mother's name is Ankira, and my father is...um...he's...uh...."
"What's your name, kid?"
"Isabel. My father is ...Master Frieza."
His breath hitched, and he tried to make it look like he wasn't huddling in fear.
I looked at him sadly, of course he knew who I was, most who had known Ankira did.
"Did you know my mother?"
"I-I had met her...once." He replied.
"I'm not like him, you know..." I said sadly.
"Just...get out." He whispered.
I ran out, afraid he might try to shoot me. I headed to my favorite place. It was a viewing area near the cafeteria where you could look at all the stars. I realized that our ship hadn't left orbit. I could see the beautiful Vegetasei in all its glory.
I thought about what had just happened. Who was that little boy? Did he have a tail like me, or was he even a Saiyan?
I knew that I would have to give him food tomorrow, so I didn't know what to do for the rest of the day. If I could work up the nerve, maybe I could go ask Frieza if I could spend the time on the surface...but he didn't want to see me, remember?
~~~
I smiled up at the guard.
"Can't I PLEASE go in there?" I begged, then giving the soldier my puppy dogface.
"Haha-NO." He said glaring at me.
"If you don't let me in..." I began my threat, returning the stare.
"You'll what? Kick me?"
"Maybe I will!" And with that, I kicked him hard in the shin, and socked him in the gut with my little fists. [HAHA...FISTS OF FURY!!!! LOLOL]
He went down, and I marched on by. So what if Frieza was having a conference with his generals? I'm going to the surface.
I stomped into the room, and froze when I saw these two big fighters. One was pink with spikes on his head, and the other looked like a woman, but green all over. I tried desperately not to laugh.
Frieza immediately turned on me, and glared. I looked up at him almost shrugging, and decided I should state my case.
"I'm going to the planet for the rest of the day, ok? That's ok, right?"
Frieza just kept looking at me, and to my horror I saw the green her/him lick its lips.
"Ah...but first my little Saiyan meet my new commanders; Zarbon and Dodoria."
They each made a little bow, and I acknowledged them, not sure whether to laugh or cry. Obviously, they were very powerful, but they looked like complete idiots.
"Well, can I go?"
"Not quite yet..." I had my back to the door by now; afraid of what was to happen next.
~~~
I knew he would do that... I thought to myself as I staggered down the hallway. And, to make things worse, he let them stay to watch...and laugh. I wouldn't allow myself to cry, not in front of them...but now as I passed the brig on the ship, I couldn't stop the tears from flowing. Why did it have to be this way?
***Flashback [yes, again...OK?]***
As I had my back to the door, Frieza stared at me intensely.
"Daughter, come here..." He crooned.
I inched closer, not wanting to. He looked down at me, and demanded that I turn around.
I did so, shutting my eyes tight. Not too hard... I hoped and prayed. Of course, my silent prayer was NOT heard.
He kicked me in the back of the knee, immediately sending me to the floor. I made the mistake of looking up, leaving my neck vulnerable. He picked me up by it, and as I lay limp in his hold he punched me in the jaw nearly knocking me out. I fell to the ground, it coming up hard to hit my back. I let out a whimper, but nothing more, and the all to familiar beating continued. ~
***End of Flashback***
I suddenly realized there was a noise coming from the area I was walking through, and it wasn't me. I snuck into an alcove in case anyone was coming, but no one did. I just kept hearing that noise. I suddenly realized it sounded like a blast, and that it was coming from cell number six.
I stumbled over to the cell, unable to walk properly because of a broken limb. He had really gone overboard this time. Before, Frieza had just given me a couple of bruises; this time he had literally broken something.
As I opened the door, the last of the rats were incinerated. I let out a sigh of relief; that's all he had been doing to stop the boredom. I realized he was looking at me.
"What are you doing here?"
"I heard a noise."
He came closer, and looked at my leg.
"Wh-what happened to you?" He asked, eyes wide.
"Frieza beat me again," I explained. There was no use hiding the truth, and maybe he could help.
He looked at me, the look of horror on his face plain as day.
"He beats his own offspring?" He said, a hint of disbelief in his voice.
"Yes." I whispered.
He looked at my leg, and touched it trying to figure out what was wrong. He looked like he knew what he was doing, and I watched as he tried to set my leg straight. When he finally did, I couldn't help letting out a scream it hurt so bad.
"There. It should heal properly. You should recover all right."
"Thanks," I said," and who are you?"
"I'm Vegeta...Prince of all Saiyans." His head hung low as he said it, ashamed that he was trapped here.
I gasped and immediately dropped to the floor. I was in the company of royalty, but I hadn't recognized him because I had never seen the Prince before. Wow, the Saiyan Prince...and he was staying on my ship...
"You don't need to bow," he said, obviously surprised.
"But, your HIGHNESS!"
"Please. Call me Vegeta. Your the only one here who understands how important I am."
"As soon as possible, I'll get you some real food."
"Fine. Now go before you're caught in here." He began shewing me away.
I quickly walked out, but didn't bother to lock the door.
~~~
The next morning I woke up feeling a little better. I hurried to the cafeteria, not just to eat, but get the Prince some food. I took double portions, and a few people eyed me strangely. Like I cared...
I rushed to his cell, and quietly laid the food on the floor. It looked a lot better than what I had brought him yesterday.
He stirred as I was about to leave. I froze, hoping he would go back to sleep. Instead, he sat up and looked at the food hungrily. I watched surprised as he devoured it, then I took the plate.
"I meant to thank you for fixing my leg," I began," but how did you know to do that?"
He looked annoyed for a moment, and then decided to answer the question.
"One of my trainers taught me, after I accidentally broke his leg once."
~~~
The same routine happened for several weeks. I would give him food as usual, but most of the time he didn't talk. I had asked him once why he was here, and he almost shot me as I sprinted out of the cell.
~~~
*Frieza's POV (after those several weeks)*
Since I've now taken over the Saiyans planet purging business, I've become a more known force in the universe. Just the way I like it...And the King has been kept in line so far, so maybe I'll keep his son a little longer.
Now, about these Saiyans...how DO they keep getting so strong? What are their secrets? I should run some tests. Oh, I know. That's where the little Prince comes in.
~~~
*Isy's POV*
I walked into the cell like I normally did in the morning. However, for the first time, the Prince wasn't there. I started to worry...What had Frieza done to Vegeta?
I went to tell the Chef.
"The Saiyan in Cell number six is...GONE!" I explained.
"Oh...Sorry, Isy; I meant to tell you. Vegeta was moved to an area where he could train. Master Frieza just said that he was prepping him for...something, I don't know what. He said he has some new advisors who have good training techniques.
~~~
Even though he trained, I continued to bring him food. It was the usual, he always training, I just watching or delivering some food. I eventually began to feel if he was more powerful or not from each different time I saw him because of the energy surging through the room.
The training continued from two years. I think that's all he did was train. And eat...and sleep, but he didn't eat much.
I continued to study, and I was unable to learn how to fight, fly, or throw ki blasts. Let alone train...
~~~
Then one day, I once again walked into his training area. I knew he was gone, before I got there because I couldn't feel a power signature anywhere in the room. I rushed to tell cook again.
"O, yes. Master Frieza said that he was going to run some fighting tests. And they're NOT simulated."
"On a nine-year-old?!" I screeched in disbelief.
"You know he'd beat you if he heard you say that..."
"That's why he's not here." I said sadly.
"That's what you think..."Frieza said, stepping out from behind a corner. I realized Chef had been trying to save me, and I had said the wrong thing.
Chef winced while watching Frieza drag me away. She did make out him boxing me to the side of the head in the hallway before we left.
~~~
Hours later, I found myself in an unknown room. It must be one of the test facilities on the other side of the ship... I thought to myself. But the real question was...Why was I here?
I looked out through a window to my left, and saw Frieza down in a fighting pit talking to Vegeta. I was still groggy from being knocked out, but I could make out Vegeta almost shaking from exhaustion. When the Saba-men crowded around him with Frieza, I realized he had been fighting Frieza's minions the whole time. Frieza was just trying to get some sort of explanation out of Vegeta after each test.
Then I watched, scared stiff, as Vegeta blew up the whole group of Saba- men.
~~~
*Frieza's POV*
Ah...so THAT'S what happens, I thought. At first I felt satisfied, then fear. What if they grow stronger than me? They'll turn on me... Well, I could just replace fear with...RAGE.
I let a smirk spread across my face. After every battle where they're beat to within an inch of their life, they grow stronger. Wait, so every time I beat Isy; she grows stronger.
Hey! Wait a second! He smirked again. She doesn't have any fighting powers...
~~~
*Vegeta's POV*
They kept testing me and testing me, for two years straight. Zarbon and Dodoria just laughed as I fell each time.
I would grow stronger, and one day...I would beat THEM. I vowed to myself.
~~~two years later (Vegeta is 11 and Isy is 9)~~~
Frieza summoned me into his quarters, and this time I wasn't sure what to expect. Throughout the years I had been on the spaceship, I had seen Isy almost everywhere. And surprisingly, she knew what I was going through. She had brought me food almost every day, but today she would once again be confused.
I was now at the door to Frieza's quarters, and the guard let me in with this sad look on his face. I was puzzled, but remained quiet.
Once inside, I stood unmoving, and saw that Frieza was the only one in the room. He slowly turned, and smirked while looking me up and down. I tried to suppress a cold shiver running up my spine, and then I couldn't help it as I saw Frieza move closer.
"The fighting tests are over, little Prince," He said in a low voice.
"But the individual tests are about to begin..."He whispered in my ear. I tried to move back, but he held my arm and wouldn't let me move. He spun me around, and kicked me hard in the back of the knees, sending me to the ground. Then he grabbed me by the hair and lifted me until his face was only inched from mine.
"Vegeta, please. Don't make this any more difficult than it has to be,"he began, his breath feeling like acid rolling across my face. "Just do as I say, my...pet."
And at that moment, I knew the worst was yet to come.
~~~
*3rd person [yet, again..._ _lll]*
The guard outside winced as he heard the screams. Was the torture that bad? Actually, he was surprised that he even heard screams. He thought Saiyans had more pride and would try to suppress it. That told him how bad it really was. He had no idea...
~~~
*Vegeta's POV*
Frieza approached me once more, trying to pull me out of my huddle in the corner. I couldn't comprehend what had happened...
***Flashback***
"Take off your armor Vegeta...you won't be needing it." Frieza commanded.
I eyed him warily, and with that second of hesitation, he threw a ki blast at me that I luckily deflected. He was just being weak on purpose I knew...
I guess I had to do what he said...
I took off my armor, now only my spandex body suit remained. Frieza came closer, and caressed my cheek with his hand. He smiled, and then threw me to the ground. I tried to back away, but he walked towards me, and finally kneeled in front of me. He then began to crawl towards me, and I could do nothing since I was against a wall. He then forcefully tore off my bodysuit, leaving me completely vulnerable. He smiled, then began running his hands over my hardened chest muscles. I looked away and shut my eyes, unable to take it, but knowing full well that I was totally at his mercy.
He now moved his hands to something lower, and I cringed as he roved over it. He whispered softly things in my ear like, "What a beautiful Saiyan," or "you're mine, my pet" or things like, "You're my new favorite toy," and other things that would probably make anyone my age throw up.
Then he began the most torturous part, where he discarded all of his armor... ...only to reveal his now very hard erection. He moved closer, and I kept my eyes wide with horror. He roughly flipped me onto my stomach, saying, "On your knees Saiyan. It'll only hurt the first time; you'll get used to it." I could almost hear him smile.
His hands grasped my hips as he pushed it in, but saved himself until the end. He bent over, his lips almost touching my ear and then he licked it, making me feel very unclean. He whispered, "Scream my name Vegeta...you know you want to."
I couldn't take this much longer.
"I hope you like doggy style..."I heard him mutter.
"I'll fuck you so hard, you'll bleed," He panted, "then I'll come all over you, giving your insides a very nice awakening..."He purred. Then he bit me on my shoulder, drawing large amounts of blood.
That's when the screams began.
***End of Flashback***
I could feel the blood cake as it spread down my legs. I felt so terrible that I would have forced a ki blast through my gut if I had been strong enough. Frieza was so close to me now, I could hear his heartbeat. I could hear it pump that cold blood through his veins...
"Vegeta, I think you are definitely my favorite. And you're surely feisty enough. Come closer my little prince, or you can just come in my hand..."
I shook my head, a whole new wave of fear passing through me with that thought. What next?
He grabbed something from his desk, but I couldn't see what it was.
"Get over here, my little Prince." He crooned, his hand reaching out to me.
"Give me your hand." I did so, closing my eyes knowing what he was about to do.
He took the sharp blade, and carved a very big "F" on the back of my left hand. He let it bleed, catching all the blood in a glass cup. Now this was my kind of pain...
~~~
*Isy's POV*
I paced in the cold jail cell. The guard had told me Vegeta would be placed here after Frieza had debriefed him. The tests were over I heard, and Vegeta was doing pretty well. Maybe they would let him go back to the surface...
I then heard a distant thudding noise, and I sat in the corner waiting for Vegeta to arrive. When he finally approached, I could tell there was something wrong but I didn't know what. He felt very weak...
As I stood up, he looked at me his eyes now hollow. When he came into the light, I gasped in shock trying to think of what could have happened. As I walked towards him, he slowly inched away.
"Stay back," he warned.
"Please, Vegeta, let me help you. I won't do anything wrong...please...you look worse than I do after seeing him."
"That's because he only hurts you on the outside. He tries to just totally break me down..."
The tears began rolling down my cheeks.
To see our strong Prince like this, it broke me. I couldn't believe Frieza would do such a thing to the most prideful person in the Saiyan race. He had hurt the Prince...
"Vegeta...V-Vegeta...please..."I sniffed, through my tears.
"Why are you crying?" he said from the opposite corner of the cell," please stop...you pity me don't you?" I could hear a hint of (was that shame?) in his voice, and the tears began to flow even more.
"He's trying to hurt the Saiyans..." I cried. "He wants to destroy our people. I can't bear to see you like this, looking half-dead, Vegeta. I-I..."
He stood up.
"Are you going to help me or not?" He went into the other corner of the room, where I had put some fresh armor. He began stripping his clothes off, but it was so dark I thankfully couldn't see. I slid a fresh towel, and a damp one, in his direction; so he could address whatever wounds he had that he wouldn't want me to touch or see. I continued to cry, looking up at him through the veil of tears.
"V-Vegeta..."Now that he was dressed, I crawled over to where he was sitting. I took the washcloth, his face in the meantime expressionless, and I looked at his hands. That's when I saw the scar...
"He raped you, didn't he?" I asked sadly, already knowing the answer.
"Well, it isn't going to end anytime soon, trust me..." I said.
"How did you know?" He asked quietly, bewildered.
"Zarbon has that same scar...And...I've heard...the rumors. Be careful, I also heard that all the other soldiers wanted a piece of you too."
"Do you want some?" He asked looking into my face.
"No..." I whispered, crying again. He pulled me closer, and I put my head on his shoulder, the tears making it wet. I heard no noise from him, but suddenly I realized there was a puddle of salt-water on my own shoulder as well.
~~~
This morning I woke up in my normal bed, but I found myself immediately begin to worry about the Prince. I had gotten him another pair of gloves last night; after he had thrown me out decidedly ashamed that he had let me see him cry. I was glad I could see it though; at least he had gotten it out of his system.
I hurried to Frieza's room, wondering what kind of shape he was in. I didn't care any more; I would take whatever hell came on behalf of our Saiyan Prince. Plus, he had it about ten times worse.
I threw the guard a few feet away, and stalked into his chambers. I kept a steady glare on my face, seeing that he was in no mood. He immediately walked right up to me and backhanded me across the face. A no- nonsense day, hm?
He quickly picked me up, tying my hands together with cord and hanging me from the ceiling by my hands and tail. He had a stick that he beat me with, repeatedly hitting the small of my back. I kept my eyes squeezed shut, not really feeling anything anymore.
~~~
So it went on like this for two MORE years. Vegeta would get raped at night, and I would get beat during the day. I'm pretty sure Frieza enjoyed it, though after a while I guess it finally got boring. I didn't see Vegeta cry once again...
~~~
*Vegeta's POV*
He's called me into the office, again, I thought sadly. Another day, but the same bitch... I reminded myself. Wonderful.
As I walked down the hallway, I realized someone was headed in the same direction on the other side...
When I came to the intersection, I almost ran smack dab into Isabel. I looked confused I guess because she immediately explained.
"I was called to the office as well,"She said, sorrow and hope mixed in her voice.
"Either we're getting our dose at the same time, or there is good news." She explained.
I didn't want to sigh in relief yet, but I hoped it was the latter. I mean, how much longer could this go on?
A long time... I thought sadly. With my luck it was probably the first one, but you never know...
~~~
"I'm sending you both back down to the surface,"Frieza said sourly, as he eyed both of us with the same glare.
"Your presence is needed once again at the palace, my Prince,"Frieza began," but I have to send you with a so-called tutor." That's when he looked at Isabel.
She blanched but remained quiet.
I swear I did the same.
*Isy's POV*
I didn't bother struggling as Frieza carried me back to the ship. I felt like I was walking in the opposite direction because he was holding my stomach and I was facing backwards. I had my chin cupped in my hand, and I was sulking because I was basically helpless.
Once back on the ship, Frieza dumped me on the bed in my quarters, and left me there. I took the hint to stay there while he left, but I prayed he wouldn't come back. I desperately wanted to know what was going on.
A few hours later, while I was in a doze on my bed, I heard a knock. I immediately sat up, my eyes wide. Who could it be?
I was grateful to find that it was just one of the soldiers wondering if I would help with some of the work shifts. I usually did that, like easy chores and stuff, but now I didn't know if I could leave my room or not.
"Well, Frieza just left me here, so I don't know what's going on..." I explained.
"That's fine. I think it's okay if you helped out. If he says anything, I'll take the blame." And with that, he gave me a confident smile.
"Okay, okay. I'll go. Who do I report to?"
"The Chef."
~~~
I walked slowly towards the jail cell with the bowl of food in my hand. I wonder if what Chef had said was true...
***Flashback***
"So Isy, I guess you'll be working for me for awhile..."
"Why do you say that, Chef?"
"Because, I thought Master Frieza said he didn't want to see you anymore because every time he looks at you, he thinks of..."
I looked up at her with big eyes, praying that she wouldn't say that name.
"O, I'm sorry Miss Isabel, I won't mention it."
"Thanks..." I quietly replied. Then she handed me the bowl of food, and herded me off to cell number six.
***Flashback is over [no, really?]***
I stopped in front of the cell, looking into the darkness and trying to adjust my eyes. I wondered who was kept in here, because this cell had ALWAYS been empty before.
I slowly unlocked the door, and peered in. Cautiously, I entered, then I heard a zap and I jumped about two feet high; it scared me that much. It had been so quiet...
I looked behind me to see a now-fried rat dead on the ground, and I breathed a sigh of relief, happy that it wasn't me.
"Who's there?" I called, hoping they would come out.
"Here." The voice came from the corner, and it didn't sound too happy.
I looked in the corner, only to see a young boy maybe two years older, dressed in armor and a cape.
"Uh...where would you like this?" I asked now coming into the dim light.
"Just put it there, on the ground...WHAT?! You're a Saiyan!" He said looking surprised.
"Actually I'm only half..." I meekly replied.
"Who are your parents?" He quickly asked.
"My mother's name is Ankira, and my father is...um...he's...uh...."
"What's your name, kid?"
"Isabel. My father is ...Master Frieza."
His breath hitched, and he tried to make it look like he wasn't huddling in fear.
I looked at him sadly, of course he knew who I was, most who had known Ankira did.
"Did you know my mother?"
"I-I had met her...once." He replied.
"I'm not like him, you know..." I said sadly.
"Just...get out." He whispered.
I ran out, afraid he might try to shoot me. I headed to my favorite place. It was a viewing area near the cafeteria where you could look at all the stars. I realized that our ship hadn't left orbit. I could see the beautiful Vegetasei in all its glory.
I thought about what had just happened. Who was that little boy? Did he have a tail like me, or was he even a Saiyan?
I knew that I would have to give him food tomorrow, so I didn't know what to do for the rest of the day. If I could work up the nerve, maybe I could go ask Frieza if I could spend the time on the surface...but he didn't want to see me, remember?
~~~
I smiled up at the guard.
"Can't I PLEASE go in there?" I begged, then giving the soldier my puppy dogface.
"Haha-NO." He said glaring at me.
"If you don't let me in..." I began my threat, returning the stare.
"You'll what? Kick me?"
"Maybe I will!" And with that, I kicked him hard in the shin, and socked him in the gut with my little fists. [HAHA...FISTS OF FURY!!!! LOLOL]
He went down, and I marched on by. So what if Frieza was having a conference with his generals? I'm going to the surface.
I stomped into the room, and froze when I saw these two big fighters. One was pink with spikes on his head, and the other looked like a woman, but green all over. I tried desperately not to laugh.
Frieza immediately turned on me, and glared. I looked up at him almost shrugging, and decided I should state my case.
"I'm going to the planet for the rest of the day, ok? That's ok, right?"
Frieza just kept looking at me, and to my horror I saw the green her/him lick its lips.
"Ah...but first my little Saiyan meet my new commanders; Zarbon and Dodoria."
They each made a little bow, and I acknowledged them, not sure whether to laugh or cry. Obviously, they were very powerful, but they looked like complete idiots.
"Well, can I go?"
"Not quite yet..." I had my back to the door by now; afraid of what was to happen next.
~~~
I knew he would do that... I thought to myself as I staggered down the hallway. And, to make things worse, he let them stay to watch...and laugh. I wouldn't allow myself to cry, not in front of them...but now as I passed the brig on the ship, I couldn't stop the tears from flowing. Why did it have to be this way?
***Flashback [yes, again...OK?]***
As I had my back to the door, Frieza stared at me intensely.
"Daughter, come here..." He crooned.
I inched closer, not wanting to. He looked down at me, and demanded that I turn around.
I did so, shutting my eyes tight. Not too hard... I hoped and prayed. Of course, my silent prayer was NOT heard.
He kicked me in the back of the knee, immediately sending me to the floor. I made the mistake of looking up, leaving my neck vulnerable. He picked me up by it, and as I lay limp in his hold he punched me in the jaw nearly knocking me out. I fell to the ground, it coming up hard to hit my back. I let out a whimper, but nothing more, and the all to familiar beating continued. ~
***End of Flashback***
I suddenly realized there was a noise coming from the area I was walking through, and it wasn't me. I snuck into an alcove in case anyone was coming, but no one did. I just kept hearing that noise. I suddenly realized it sounded like a blast, and that it was coming from cell number six.
I stumbled over to the cell, unable to walk properly because of a broken limb. He had really gone overboard this time. Before, Frieza had just given me a couple of bruises; this time he had literally broken something.
As I opened the door, the last of the rats were incinerated. I let out a sigh of relief; that's all he had been doing to stop the boredom. I realized he was looking at me.
"What are you doing here?"
"I heard a noise."
He came closer, and looked at my leg.
"Wh-what happened to you?" He asked, eyes wide.
"Frieza beat me again," I explained. There was no use hiding the truth, and maybe he could help.
He looked at me, the look of horror on his face plain as day.
"He beats his own offspring?" He said, a hint of disbelief in his voice.
"Yes." I whispered.
He looked at my leg, and touched it trying to figure out what was wrong. He looked like he knew what he was doing, and I watched as he tried to set my leg straight. When he finally did, I couldn't help letting out a scream it hurt so bad.
"There. It should heal properly. You should recover all right."
"Thanks," I said," and who are you?"
"I'm Vegeta...Prince of all Saiyans." His head hung low as he said it, ashamed that he was trapped here.
I gasped and immediately dropped to the floor. I was in the company of royalty, but I hadn't recognized him because I had never seen the Prince before. Wow, the Saiyan Prince...and he was staying on my ship...
"You don't need to bow," he said, obviously surprised.
"But, your HIGHNESS!"
"Please. Call me Vegeta. Your the only one here who understands how important I am."
"As soon as possible, I'll get you some real food."
"Fine. Now go before you're caught in here." He began shewing me away.
I quickly walked out, but didn't bother to lock the door.
~~~
The next morning I woke up feeling a little better. I hurried to the cafeteria, not just to eat, but get the Prince some food. I took double portions, and a few people eyed me strangely. Like I cared...
I rushed to his cell, and quietly laid the food on the floor. It looked a lot better than what I had brought him yesterday.
He stirred as I was about to leave. I froze, hoping he would go back to sleep. Instead, he sat up and looked at the food hungrily. I watched surprised as he devoured it, then I took the plate.
"I meant to thank you for fixing my leg," I began," but how did you know to do that?"
He looked annoyed for a moment, and then decided to answer the question.
"One of my trainers taught me, after I accidentally broke his leg once."
~~~
The same routine happened for several weeks. I would give him food as usual, but most of the time he didn't talk. I had asked him once why he was here, and he almost shot me as I sprinted out of the cell.
~~~
*Frieza's POV (after those several weeks)*
Since I've now taken over the Saiyans planet purging business, I've become a more known force in the universe. Just the way I like it...And the King has been kept in line so far, so maybe I'll keep his son a little longer.
Now, about these Saiyans...how DO they keep getting so strong? What are their secrets? I should run some tests. Oh, I know. That's where the little Prince comes in.
~~~
*Isy's POV*
I walked into the cell like I normally did in the morning. However, for the first time, the Prince wasn't there. I started to worry...What had Frieza done to Vegeta?
I went to tell the Chef.
"The Saiyan in Cell number six is...GONE!" I explained.
"Oh...Sorry, Isy; I meant to tell you. Vegeta was moved to an area where he could train. Master Frieza just said that he was prepping him for...something, I don't know what. He said he has some new advisors who have good training techniques.
~~~
Even though he trained, I continued to bring him food. It was the usual, he always training, I just watching or delivering some food. I eventually began to feel if he was more powerful or not from each different time I saw him because of the energy surging through the room.
The training continued from two years. I think that's all he did was train. And eat...and sleep, but he didn't eat much.
I continued to study, and I was unable to learn how to fight, fly, or throw ki blasts. Let alone train...
~~~
Then one day, I once again walked into his training area. I knew he was gone, before I got there because I couldn't feel a power signature anywhere in the room. I rushed to tell cook again.
"O, yes. Master Frieza said that he was going to run some fighting tests. And they're NOT simulated."
"On a nine-year-old?!" I screeched in disbelief.
"You know he'd beat you if he heard you say that..."
"That's why he's not here." I said sadly.
"That's what you think..."Frieza said, stepping out from behind a corner. I realized Chef had been trying to save me, and I had said the wrong thing.
Chef winced while watching Frieza drag me away. She did make out him boxing me to the side of the head in the hallway before we left.
~~~
Hours later, I found myself in an unknown room. It must be one of the test facilities on the other side of the ship... I thought to myself. But the real question was...Why was I here?
I looked out through a window to my left, and saw Frieza down in a fighting pit talking to Vegeta. I was still groggy from being knocked out, but I could make out Vegeta almost shaking from exhaustion. When the Saba-men crowded around him with Frieza, I realized he had been fighting Frieza's minions the whole time. Frieza was just trying to get some sort of explanation out of Vegeta after each test.
Then I watched, scared stiff, as Vegeta blew up the whole group of Saba- men.
~~~
*Frieza's POV*
Ah...so THAT'S what happens, I thought. At first I felt satisfied, then fear. What if they grow stronger than me? They'll turn on me... Well, I could just replace fear with...RAGE.
I let a smirk spread across my face. After every battle where they're beat to within an inch of their life, they grow stronger. Wait, so every time I beat Isy; she grows stronger.
Hey! Wait a second! He smirked again. She doesn't have any fighting powers...
~~~
*Vegeta's POV*
They kept testing me and testing me, for two years straight. Zarbon and Dodoria just laughed as I fell each time.
I would grow stronger, and one day...I would beat THEM. I vowed to myself.
~~~two years later (Vegeta is 11 and Isy is 9)~~~
Frieza summoned me into his quarters, and this time I wasn't sure what to expect. Throughout the years I had been on the spaceship, I had seen Isy almost everywhere. And surprisingly, she knew what I was going through. She had brought me food almost every day, but today she would once again be confused.
I was now at the door to Frieza's quarters, and the guard let me in with this sad look on his face. I was puzzled, but remained quiet.
Once inside, I stood unmoving, and saw that Frieza was the only one in the room. He slowly turned, and smirked while looking me up and down. I tried to suppress a cold shiver running up my spine, and then I couldn't help it as I saw Frieza move closer.
"The fighting tests are over, little Prince," He said in a low voice.
"But the individual tests are about to begin..."He whispered in my ear. I tried to move back, but he held my arm and wouldn't let me move. He spun me around, and kicked me hard in the back of the knees, sending me to the ground. Then he grabbed me by the hair and lifted me until his face was only inched from mine.
"Vegeta, please. Don't make this any more difficult than it has to be,"he began, his breath feeling like acid rolling across my face. "Just do as I say, my...pet."
And at that moment, I knew the worst was yet to come.
~~~
*3rd person [yet, again..._ _lll]*
The guard outside winced as he heard the screams. Was the torture that bad? Actually, he was surprised that he even heard screams. He thought Saiyans had more pride and would try to suppress it. That told him how bad it really was. He had no idea...
~~~
*Vegeta's POV*
Frieza approached me once more, trying to pull me out of my huddle in the corner. I couldn't comprehend what had happened...
***Flashback***
"Take off your armor Vegeta...you won't be needing it." Frieza commanded.
I eyed him warily, and with that second of hesitation, he threw a ki blast at me that I luckily deflected. He was just being weak on purpose I knew...
I guess I had to do what he said...
I took off my armor, now only my spandex body suit remained. Frieza came closer, and caressed my cheek with his hand. He smiled, and then threw me to the ground. I tried to back away, but he walked towards me, and finally kneeled in front of me. He then began to crawl towards me, and I could do nothing since I was against a wall. He then forcefully tore off my bodysuit, leaving me completely vulnerable. He smiled, then began running his hands over my hardened chest muscles. I looked away and shut my eyes, unable to take it, but knowing full well that I was totally at his mercy.
He now moved his hands to something lower, and I cringed as he roved over it. He whispered softly things in my ear like, "What a beautiful Saiyan," or "you're mine, my pet" or things like, "You're my new favorite toy," and other things that would probably make anyone my age throw up.
Then he began the most torturous part, where he discarded all of his armor... ...only to reveal his now very hard erection. He moved closer, and I kept my eyes wide with horror. He roughly flipped me onto my stomach, saying, "On your knees Saiyan. It'll only hurt the first time; you'll get used to it." I could almost hear him smile.
His hands grasped my hips as he pushed it in, but saved himself until the end. He bent over, his lips almost touching my ear and then he licked it, making me feel very unclean. He whispered, "Scream my name Vegeta...you know you want to."
I couldn't take this much longer.
"I hope you like doggy style..."I heard him mutter.
"I'll fuck you so hard, you'll bleed," He panted, "then I'll come all over you, giving your insides a very nice awakening..."He purred. Then he bit me on my shoulder, drawing large amounts of blood.
That's when the screams began.
***End of Flashback***
I could feel the blood cake as it spread down my legs. I felt so terrible that I would have forced a ki blast through my gut if I had been strong enough. Frieza was so close to me now, I could hear his heartbeat. I could hear it pump that cold blood through his veins...
"Vegeta, I think you are definitely my favorite. And you're surely feisty enough. Come closer my little prince, or you can just come in my hand..."
I shook my head, a whole new wave of fear passing through me with that thought. What next?
He grabbed something from his desk, but I couldn't see what it was.
"Get over here, my little Prince." He crooned, his hand reaching out to me.
"Give me your hand." I did so, closing my eyes knowing what he was about to do.
He took the sharp blade, and carved a very big "F" on the back of my left hand. He let it bleed, catching all the blood in a glass cup. Now this was my kind of pain...
~~~
*Isy's POV*
I paced in the cold jail cell. The guard had told me Vegeta would be placed here after Frieza had debriefed him. The tests were over I heard, and Vegeta was doing pretty well. Maybe they would let him go back to the surface...
I then heard a distant thudding noise, and I sat in the corner waiting for Vegeta to arrive. When he finally approached, I could tell there was something wrong but I didn't know what. He felt very weak...
As I stood up, he looked at me his eyes now hollow. When he came into the light, I gasped in shock trying to think of what could have happened. As I walked towards him, he slowly inched away.
"Stay back," he warned.
"Please, Vegeta, let me help you. I won't do anything wrong...please...you look worse than I do after seeing him."
"That's because he only hurts you on the outside. He tries to just totally break me down..."
The tears began rolling down my cheeks.
To see our strong Prince like this, it broke me. I couldn't believe Frieza would do such a thing to the most prideful person in the Saiyan race. He had hurt the Prince...
"Vegeta...V-Vegeta...please..."I sniffed, through my tears.
"Why are you crying?" he said from the opposite corner of the cell," please stop...you pity me don't you?" I could hear a hint of (was that shame?) in his voice, and the tears began to flow even more.
"He's trying to hurt the Saiyans..." I cried. "He wants to destroy our people. I can't bear to see you like this, looking half-dead, Vegeta. I-I..."
He stood up.
"Are you going to help me or not?" He went into the other corner of the room, where I had put some fresh armor. He began stripping his clothes off, but it was so dark I thankfully couldn't see. I slid a fresh towel, and a damp one, in his direction; so he could address whatever wounds he had that he wouldn't want me to touch or see. I continued to cry, looking up at him through the veil of tears.
"V-Vegeta..."Now that he was dressed, I crawled over to where he was sitting. I took the washcloth, his face in the meantime expressionless, and I looked at his hands. That's when I saw the scar...
"He raped you, didn't he?" I asked sadly, already knowing the answer.
"Well, it isn't going to end anytime soon, trust me..." I said.
"How did you know?" He asked quietly, bewildered.
"Zarbon has that same scar...And...I've heard...the rumors. Be careful, I also heard that all the other soldiers wanted a piece of you too."
"Do you want some?" He asked looking into my face.
"No..." I whispered, crying again. He pulled me closer, and I put my head on his shoulder, the tears making it wet. I heard no noise from him, but suddenly I realized there was a puddle of salt-water on my own shoulder as well.
~~~
This morning I woke up in my normal bed, but I found myself immediately begin to worry about the Prince. I had gotten him another pair of gloves last night; after he had thrown me out decidedly ashamed that he had let me see him cry. I was glad I could see it though; at least he had gotten it out of his system.
I hurried to Frieza's room, wondering what kind of shape he was in. I didn't care any more; I would take whatever hell came on behalf of our Saiyan Prince. Plus, he had it about ten times worse.
I threw the guard a few feet away, and stalked into his chambers. I kept a steady glare on my face, seeing that he was in no mood. He immediately walked right up to me and backhanded me across the face. A no- nonsense day, hm?
He quickly picked me up, tying my hands together with cord and hanging me from the ceiling by my hands and tail. He had a stick that he beat me with, repeatedly hitting the small of my back. I kept my eyes squeezed shut, not really feeling anything anymore.
~~~
So it went on like this for two MORE years. Vegeta would get raped at night, and I would get beat during the day. I'm pretty sure Frieza enjoyed it, though after a while I guess it finally got boring. I didn't see Vegeta cry once again...
~~~
*Vegeta's POV*
He's called me into the office, again, I thought sadly. Another day, but the same bitch... I reminded myself. Wonderful.
As I walked down the hallway, I realized someone was headed in the same direction on the other side...
When I came to the intersection, I almost ran smack dab into Isabel. I looked confused I guess because she immediately explained.
"I was called to the office as well,"She said, sorrow and hope mixed in her voice.
"Either we're getting our dose at the same time, or there is good news." She explained.
I didn't want to sigh in relief yet, but I hoped it was the latter. I mean, how much longer could this go on?
A long time... I thought sadly. With my luck it was probably the first one, but you never know...
~~~
"I'm sending you both back down to the surface,"Frieza said sourly, as he eyed both of us with the same glare.
"Your presence is needed once again at the palace, my Prince,"Frieza began," but I have to send you with a so-called tutor." That's when he looked at Isabel.
She blanched but remained quiet.
I swear I did the same.