DISCLAIMER: All Your DBZ Are Belong to Us. But not to me. That's OK, I wouldn't want to deal with the responsibilities that come with owning such a great and popular anime. I'm jus content writing for you lot, and fantasising about certain things in certain ways. I wouldn't exchange that for anything.
Author type stuff: Umm… not much to say… cept.. its getting there… as soon as I say that there is another twist and turn. Rest assured that there is plenty more to follow, and no I'm not doing this deliberately to draw out the suspense… no… would I do a thing like that? *innocent smile* ^Â^ ß doubtz this little angel will look like this with FFN formatting… Oh yeah… an sorry for the short chapter… If I were actually writing this as a book I wouldn't have finished it here… it just seems like a good place to.. it called out to me an said 'FINISH HERE!!!' That jus means there is a couple other chaps to follow but I SWEAR!!!! It'll be worth it… To tell yous the truth, I don't plan this out much.. if a scene comes to mind and I think on it a lot.. an go hey this could work, I just stick it in there. It's hardly random tho although it might seem like it. It'll all make sense in the end.
And.. in case
you lot had forgotten: :: This is me
talking to Obajeen in her head… ::
~ And this is
her talking back!! ~
Voices (In Ones Head) by `InSaNe`/Schizophrenic Eggplant
Part 3. Chapter 18 – An Offer He Can't Refuse.
Instead of leaving the palace like he should have, Frieza abandoned his chair for the meantime, and crouching like a cat, took a vertical flying leap upwards, and came to sharp halt at a window on the upper reaches of the main spire. His tail twitched while he made the final adjustments to now what he considered a flawless plan. Positioning his white fist in front of the triple-glazed Perspex window, he brought it crushing down in a series of small polite knocks. The occupant of the room looked up to the unveiled window and seeing who it was, backed away a few steps in mild shock.
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I made it to the doorway just in time to hear the knocks that echoed uncharacteristically for Perspex, and to see Vegeta reverse towards me shakily. His back was to me so I couldn't see the expression on his face, but I could clearly see the predatory expression hidden with expert cleverness beneath the attempted friendly face of the pale solid yet ghostly figure hovering outside the window.
~ What's THAT doing there??? ~
:: Getting what he wants, what else? ::
~ No… not what I think it is… but why? After all we've done he's just going to scoop him up while we do nothing about it? I will not have my efforts wasted; right that's it, I'm going to over there and— wait a minute… why can't I move? I mean physically, I cannot move my legs to walk! Or my arms! Shit I'm paralysed!!! ~
:: It's nothing to worry about really, it's only temporary…::
~ Oh you're so
calm all of a sudden! Why don't you try
getting me to walk… the gravity must be affected or something… no, but Veg is
still upright!! What the fuck is wrong!!?? ~
:: Just relax. Maybe that'll work. ::
~ Relax?? At a time like this?? Just how am I supposed to-- ~
"Don't run away, Vegeta. Let me in, I won't hurt you, I just want to have a little chat." Frieza's high pitched voice was slightly muffled by the thick Perspex.
Vegeta turned his head around, and saw me.
"Jeenie!! Freezy's here he's here!!! What does he want, does he want me??" He ran toward me in the doorway.
"Shh, Veg. It's ok." I tried moving, and with tremendous effort managed a mammoth centimetre. At the window, Frieza's false amiable nature began to waver.
"Let me in! Do I have to break this pitiful barrier to gain entrance?" White hands pushed up against the transparent pane. A faint flame of greyish energy surrounded Frieza, and the Perspex began to strain, and cracks formed like it was eggshell breaking, not three layers of dense plastic.
"Open it Veg. Either way he's going to get in." Eyes never leaving the bone-white glowing figure at the window, Vegeta made his way cautiously to the button that operates the opening mechanism. The window slid open with a mechanical hum. Frieza didn't wait until it was opened fully to squeeze his midget sized body into the bedroom. His red eyes darted over the surroundings, char-grilled from the princes earlier demonstration of how NOT to control ki. He looked from the circular crater to Vegeta, fixing his deadly gaze on the stunned prince.
"Veg!" I whispered, at a volume only he could hear. Saiyajin's hearing was much more acute than almost any other species. He turned around to face me again, breaking the semi hypnotic eye-lock of the Icejin's. "Do not fear him. Something tells me he won't kill you. Don't let him see any weakness!! He will exploit them otherwise. Stand up to him." Vegeta nodded gravely in acknowledgement of my advice. He straightened himself up to his full 2'1" height and strode towards Frieza with unfaltering steps, stopping just outside of his reach. In his most serious tone he asked of the Icejin tyrant:
"What is it that you want, Freezy?" Pale, black-nailed fingers touched lips in a small secret laugh, but once the digits were removed, the lips read only a shadow of a smile.
"Such impertinence, my dear boy." He snapped, barely retaining his air of cordiality. You will address me as Lord Frieza from now on, if you know what's good for you. And as for what I want? I'm usually never so direct, but these circumstances call for no time to be wasted beating around the bush. In short, it is You, who I want."
"M-me…?" Vegeta trailed off, and seconds later it sunk in, and he realised the need to be strong. "Me? Why?" Frieza gestured widely with his arm the chaotic disarray of the room.
"You caused this? Not only this I believe, but there have been other incidents as well, haven't there? Palace staff going missing, expensive repair and replacement of things throughout the castle. Oh yes, word even has it that your mother—" I hissed as Frieza dared trample down that path. Luckily the prince's curiosity spilled over in time.
"How do you—?" Frieza deliberately ignored his usual reaction to severely reprimand or even kill those who interrupted his speech, and instead cut through Vegeta's own, in what might be called a petty form of revenge.
"Know? Let's just say I have eyes and ears that don't just restrict me to the confinements of my ship. I have been studying you intently, little one, and I have a proposition for you."
Vegeta raised one eyebrow quizzically, then lowered it again. "Go on."
"I know you enough that you don't like it here much, do you? Day in, day out, everything's the same old boring routine, only let out when there is a special occasion, and even then you just stand there. I've even been told that you've gone to sleep when you think no one is looking! Oh dear, I'm starting to think you won't like this idea at all." Frieza never could resist mind games.
"I have to know what it is to decide that."
Frieza sighed in mock-defeat. "Oh all right then, since you really want to know. How would you like to get away from here? Leave this all behind and branch out. I can see into you, Vegeta." He semi-lied, using the information gleaned from his spies as some false psychic enhancer to get the small prince to believe him and give him few chances to oppose him on the issue. "I've seen you practise kata by yourself, even some immaculate sparring form, almost like you had a real opponent."
"I did…" Vegeta started. I mentally cringed. The less Frieza knew about me the better, because once he knew, he'd probably want ME on the dissection table. Fool.
"Hmm?" Frieza urged Vegeta to continue his sentence, wondering what it might be.
"It did seem real didn't it?" He covered up with no outward signs of panic. I would have collapsed to the floor in relief, if I could budge. Frieza, none the wiser, nodded in false agreement. In his eyes, nothing was good except himself.
"Yes, yes, little warrior. I see how you want to fight. What if I said I can make that dream come true for you, and more. How would you like to join my forces, you would train with the best, and once we have you up to speed and working at your full potential, whole planets will become your playground. You can show everyone just how strong and powerful you will become, more and more beings will cower at the mention of m— er… Your name. You can choose your own modes of killing even. Quick and painless, or slow and torturous (deadline pending if you pardon the pun). Experiment! Improvise! It's not like you'll run out of populations any time soon. Oh my, look at your blank expression, I have rambled haven't I? You're probably bored out of your skull." Frieza turned away and walked slowly back to the window. "I do apologise for wasting your time, I'll be going then. My men will be awfully disappointed that the strongest by far of all mo—… Saiyajin will not be gracing them with his presence and provide them a proper challenge, because sufficed to say the calibre of our new recruits is not what it used to be. I'll just go back to my ship then and—"
"Not without me."
A triumphant smile crept upon Frieza's dark lips, invisible to those who were present because his back was turned. He toned it down slightly lest he appear too eager. Not while he had the young prince eating out of his hand. "Are you sure?"
Vegeta nodded. "I've made up my mind. I'll go with you. What have I got to lose?"
Frieza positively beamed because his plan couldn't have gone any better.
:: He'll lose a lot more than he thinks. ::
~ Such a foolish
move, but Frieza had him right there, how could he refuse? Maybe he'll learn something from him, I
don't know I'm in two minds about it. ~
:: Make that four minds. I'm weighing
up pros and cons, the pros outweigh the cons, but some of the cons are pretty
hefty. ::
~ What's one of the pro's? The only one I've got is that he will at least build up his strength to maybe pummel that slimy non-gendered lizard thing into a pinkish stain. ~
:: Pro – he survives what is to come. Your one is valid also. One of my cons is that in a few weeks from now, there is a chance that he will lose all free thought. He'll just become like the others, bowing and scraping, and licking Frieza's poxy smelly tail. ::
~ I did not need to hear that. ~
:: I'm just illustrating a possible outcome. What's one of your cons? ::
~ Con - by the time he sees Frieza for what he really is, he will not yet be strong enough to do anything about it but wait until he is. That would be truly agonising. ~
:: Hm… yes, I can't agree more. But what are the chances of that happening? ::
~ You're right. Maybe that was a little overboard, but we have to consider all options. ~
:: And watch to see what happens. As far as this goes, I don't think we have the power to intervene this time. It's all up to him now. One can't weave the fate of one chosen by destiny… ::
Those words froze whatever ichor flowed through my body. Things definitely were never going to be the same.
"Frieza… sir, can I take someone with me?" Again, the skin prickled on the back of my neck. Surely he wasn't meaning…
Next
Chapter: Who does Vegeta want to take with him? Is it me?
King Vegeta
*pops head out of portal from one of the bass holes in my speaker*: Or me, his dear old dad!
S.E. *rolls
eyes*: Oh…purllleaaaseeee!!!
King Veg *looks
a tad confused*: Did I say something
wrong?
Daikon *pops
head out of other speaker hole*: Or
even me? Oh, fancy seeing you here,
Your Highness.
K.V.
*scowls*: Daikon!! What are you doing here? I told you to get back to scrubbing those
floors with one bristle of a toothbrush!
S.E. *flicks
both Daikon and King Vegeta's heads with her finger*: Shouldn't you be more concerned about what's happening to the
prince, hmm?
Oh yeah, and can you bring me back with you into the
portal?
Daikon *shows
signs of extreme discomfort*:
Arrggh!!! Nappa, what are you
doing?? There isn't enough room in this
speaker for both of us!
Nappa *squishes head out next to
Daikons*: Quiet Daiky, I'm gonna answer
the young ladies question. *Turns to me
with an intelligent(????) look*
It's
a negative, Ms. Eggplant. It would disrupt the whole space-time
continuum… thingy.
S.E *quite
shocked*: Umm.. thank you… Nappa. *is
stunned*
Nappa: You're quite welcome, ma'am. So…
is it me who goes with Vegeta to uh… wherever he's going to go?
S.E:
Hey, I don't want to spoil it for next time! I'm not telling anyone who it is, I'm (insert sarcasm here)
Terrrrrribly sorry to disappoint you, if that's what
you came here
to find out.
Daikon, Nappa
and King Veg *complain in unison*
S.E. *selects a
VERY bassy Rotterdam Terror Corps (Hardcore Techno) track in winamp playlist
and proceeds to drown out the complaints*
D, N & K.V
*all feel strange because of their current location… in the bass-hole of my
speakers, and don't leave until the tracks finished… then with grins
on their faces,
they are sucked back into the 'Voices' dimension.*
S.E. *attempts
to dive into the bass-holes which are an inch long and a handspan wide………… and
miserably fails*: Owwie!!! My
heeeaaaaadddd!!
