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Voices (In Ones Head) by `InSaNe`/Schizophrenic Eggplant
Part 3.
Chapter 19 – Flying the Coop.
Normally Frieza would have turned down such a request, but he had a fair idea who it would be, and that really they were no threat. Once more he played the 'fear me because I'm a psychic telepathic genius (but it's really my hard working spies risking their useless lives for me)' card.
"You may bring Nappa with you, but no-one else. My ship is almost full as it is!"
Vegeta's jaw
forgot itself and dropped in awe that Frieza knew so much about him. He must be really interested in him, way
more than his father ever was.
"I am grateful to you, Lord Frieza."
The Icejin's lips were tightly pursed to prevent mocking laughter from bursting
forth. Once he had that under control,
he spoke his final piece.
"I will depart for my ship now, and I expect you there in no more than an hour. It's not hard to miss, just look above you when you leave. It's bigger than any other star, and not hard to spot. Until then." With a flick of his fleshy pink tail, he vanished out the window and into the night sky. With him gone, I miraculously regained my ability to move. I stretched joints and muscles stiffened by lack of use for a period of time.
"Happy with yourself, Veg?" I think my sardonic manner was lost on him. He was looking at the floor muttering 'damndamndamndamn!!!'
"Having second thoughts, huh?" I asked, confident that was what was making him mutter. He looked up at me, with 'Nope, you're wrong!' written all over his face, then went back to being sorry for himself.
"It's not that. It's just… I don't know how to fly."
I was confused, and felt a little overwhelmed by how fast everything was moving. I literally didn't have time for this.
"By all means I would show you, but I fear you don't have the time, if you are going where you have chosen to go." I never meant to display any resentment that he wasn't going to stay, in some ways I was questioning my own existence according to him. A pessimistic thought meandered through my brain like a taunting boa-constrictor, squeezing my brain until I physically felt twinges. What if he totally abandoned me, what would happen then? Would I have failed my mission completely? Was this small pocket of time the entirety of the objective? Lost in my own thoughts, I heard his response, but through the shit clogging up my head it didn't process straight away, delaying my reaction by a further 15 seconds.
"YOU
WHAT????"
"You heard!"
"Only a
bit. Could you repeat that so I can
make sure that you said what I just thought you said?" With an impatient huff he said, "Oh all
right. I only asked if you could carry
me to Frieza's ship. That way it would
look like I was flying. No one else
will even notice. "
"ME??? Go there??" I spluttered.
"Do you have anything against Frieza?" He eyed me with suspicious amusement.
"Oh no, no… no I don't." Only the fact that he is a wannabe me, taking over my job and stuffing it up; and now his presence renders me in a state of temporary paralysis. "It just seems like a very outrageous idea."
"But it'll work, yes?"
I sighed. I could have just said 'no', but the rash adventurous side of me told me it would be better than just staying here for the meantime. I could do with a change of scenery.
"Fine, I'll do it." I folded my arms, and didn't look impressed at all. Vegeta decided to ignore my displeasure.
"Good! Lets get Nappa now!" He strode from his rooms, the second time this night he'd disobeyed that particular order. Nappa's quarters were two blocks of corridors from his own – about a minute's sprint. Vegeta nearly bashed the door down while knocking.
"Nappa!!! Open up at once!" Nothing answered but a loud rasping snore, which sounded like someone was killing a very large bear. Vegeta kicked the door, and only managed a small indent. Kicked it again and again, never giving up until the bottom of it looked like it had been carved out by a small, frenzied pneumatic drill, and drowned out by yet a larger such drill that kept rattling away from inside the door. Nappa was a very heavy sleeper. Not wanting to waste any more time, Vegeta looked up at me expectantly, like I was to carry out some miraculous feat of strength like rip the door from its foundations. I immediately thought of something better, and merely turned the door handle. Sure enough, it clicked and I was able to slide it across with a shuffling hiss. Vegeta rolled his eyes like he knew all the time, that I was meant to open the door. Of course it would've been beyond him to admit that he couldn't open it because he was too short.
Once inside, the prince bounded up to Nappa's bed, took a high flying leap and landed hard on the burly Saiyajin's solar plexus.
"Wake up call!!!" He shouted, and got thrown off the bed as Nappa lurched forward in a convulsive shock, then fell back onto the mattress.
"..don't call me Nappy, DaikY.." He mumbled, then opened his eyes blearily to be faced with the small prince who had jumped on his chest again. "Oh.. um.. hi Vegeta, didn't see you there. What's the big idea waking me up? If this is another one of your pranks…"
"We're gonna go on an adventure Nappa! How about it?"
"But Vegeta, I was having a really good dream and— Ooooooh an adventure? Goody!" Nappa leapt out of bed like a kid on the morning of his birthday, and completely starkers.
:: Arrgh!!! Give me nightmares!! ::
~ Is that in proportion? ~
:: Well, now I know it's not because of this LITTLE reason that Nappa's an elite, and I've heard tell that Daikon makes up in that department for what he lacks in Nappa's height and brute strength so.. ::
~ Just. Don't. Go. There. I'm not stupid, I've been in your crappy 'reality' remember… Daikon's almost like us, isn't he? ~
:: Yes, but because this is my/our internal universe, he's just like the rest. There may be others like him along our journey. ::
~ Ahh good, he's put some pants on – and the right way around this time – although that scrap of stretchy material shouldn't be legally termed 'pants'. ~
:: Yeah, I've always wondered how he got away with it, and now I know. Spandex hot-pants really do emphasise things… no matter how big or small they are. Raditz is quite the opposite… ::
~ What's a Raditz? ~
:: Ah… Never mind… ::
"Hurry up Nappa!! We've only got forty-five minutes!" Vegeta paced the floor as Nappa struggled with his last boot, fabric straining as the gargantuan foot pushed itself in up to mid-calf. He momentarily lost his balance and hopped around for a few seconds, holding either side of the boot with both hands. The forearms of each were encased in braces or greaves of some description. Golden shoulder-plates gleamed, as did the ones at his hip and guarding his groin.
:: Not that he needs it. ::
With the final addition of a blue-lensed scouter attached to his left ear, Nappa did indeed look the part of a brawny personal guard. As long as he kept his mouth shut he definitely was an intimidating fellow. And I emphasise: as long as he kept his mouth shut.
"But Vegetaaaa, you haven't told me where we're going!" Nappa almost pouted.
Vegeta tapped his nose in a mysterious fashion. "It's a secret. You'll know soon enough."
"Ooh, another secret? You're full of them tonight, prince." The left side of Vegeta's mouth tilted slightly upwards in a smirk of agreement.
"OK I'm ready! Should I pack anything?"
"No. I'm sure there are supplies where we are going." The window opened after Vegeta pressed the button, and he stood on the ledge, Nappa behind him. It was a still night out, not even a gentle breeze greeted us when there was no barrier to keep it out. Vegeta glanced over towards where I was standing, still on the ground.
"Ready?"
"I told you I was." Nappa replied, slightly befuddled, although that wasn't hard for him.
"I wasn't talking to you." Smiling at Vegeta and shaking my head in a mock-scolding manner, I pushed past Nappa and stood on the ledge, leant down and wrapped my arms around the small child.
"Hey, did you feel that? Something just nudged me!"
Vegeta shrugged. "Probably the wind, or your imagination."
Nappa shrugged also, in reply. "Yeah, probably…"
I took to the skies, with my bundle of a 2 ½ year old Saiyajin prince, and Nappa flew behind us, to the right. In five minutes we had blasted out of the thin upper atmosphere of Vegetasei, and because of the non-existent gravity, flying became a whole new game, instead of just using ki to propel us in a forward motion, I had to use it as a rudder, steering on a straight course. Nappa, who mainly used a spacepod as transport rather than this method, looked like he was swimming at first, but soon got the hang of the technique. Vegeta looked like a natural; he used this time to display his exhibitionist streak with great aplomb, and as always, to the extreme.
:: Hahaha! I don't believe he's doing 'Superman' poses! ::
~ Super… Man? ~
:: Yeah some guy in blue tights with his underwear on the outside… hmm… doesn't sound all that strange now I see it from this point of view.. but yeah… he flies just like Vegeta is now. It's so cheesy! ::
~ I see… Well it can't be any worse than the way Nappa's flying. Won't all the blood rush to his head like that? ~
:: I think that's where not having much place for blood to go would be an advantage.. ::
As if some ultimate universal denizen was thinking about him, Nappa's voice grated the thick silence of space.
"Hey Vegeta, I didn't know you could fly. You're growing up real fast. I couldn't fly until I was at least.." Nappa paused and looked at his fingers, flicked some up, pointed at them with other fingers, gave up, started again and finally became successful. "Ten. And that's early."
"Nappa, you wouldn't notice a flying insect if it flew up your nose and buzzed around in that empty skull of yours! Of course I can fly, you just haven't taken the time to watch my progress, that's all." Vegeta folded his arms in conclusion to his point, forgetting for a moment he was speeding along at a great pace with his arms in such a position. It was truly a sight to behold, something I found a lot funnier than this 'Super Man' that my other self was so cracked up about.
"So, you can fly eh? That's nothing special when you can do… this!" So saying, Nappa pulled up and around in a perfect reverse somersault. For all his lack of smarts, he was in his own element while flying. He continued his demonstration with a series of twists, barrel rolls and dive-bombs.
"Sounds like a challenge?" I whispered to Vegeta. His head moved against my chest plate in a nod, and he grunted a laugh of approval.
"Brace yourself then! Cos its gonna be a bumpy ride!" I was a veteran at space-flight, so I grinned at Nappa (although he couldn't see it), and peeled away from my current directional path…
:: Woah.. just like Top Gun!! You won't believe I wanted to be a fighter pilot once… ::
~ Is this better than flying in one of those metal winged cylinders? ~
:: SHIT YES!!! I only wish it was 25 – 30 years later though… :: She didn't elaborate, and I had no idea what she was on about. I held Vegeta tighter to me as we did figure 8's, going so fast it looked like some weird circular geometric patterns, the ki trail (which looked like it came from Vegeta) traced the intricate lines for seconds before fading. While the last of the light dissipated, I sped upwards (well, forwards really because in space there is no real directions), spinning my body around using Vegeta as my axis, so it looked like he was doing the tiniest corkscrew as he powered forward, rapidly increasing the revolutions each time. Because of the centrifugal forces, and to decrease drag, the princes little body was flattened against mine.
:: Again. I soooooooo wish it was 30 years from now arrrrrrgh… :: I vaguely picked up the gist of her stress, but I refrained to comment further, in case I was proven drastically incorrect.
When Nappa was only a dot that could be mistaken for space dust, I turned around in a sharp hairpin arc, and accelerated to a speed which jostled eyeballs in their sockets, and was usually hard to control because of the non-atmosphere. I chuckled low in my throat as Nappa, watching our approach, came closer and closer then SHOOM! We flew right through him. It wasn't a trick of changing substance, or solid little Vegeta would have possibly been killed by the impact, Nappa too even. It was a trick of speed, it was like one moment we were there, then we were somewhere else while Vegeta AND Nappa both freaked out for the tiniest fraction of a second, then we continued at same speed past Nappa's rear, then stopped suddenly. Vegeta's body went limp in my grasp, and he panted heavily from excitement. After checking his midsection for any gaping gory holes and finding none, Nappa twisted his head around, his jaw almost breaking orbit from his head to float in the black star studded nothing.
"Where…did you learn… that?" He breathed in awe and in recovery from quite a bit of shock. Vegeta looked up at his older comrade nonchalantly.
"Ah… something I picked up from a friend…" He blew it off like it was nothing.
"When you see your friend next time, get him to give me a free lesson!"
"Her, Nappa… her." Nappa's eyes went blank like they usually did when he didn't understand something. He'd never seen Vegeta with any female company in his life.
"Oh." He mouthed softly, and scratched his head. I nudged Vegeta impatiently, if he wanted to get where he was going within the time limit set, we should make tracks again. He caught onto my hint.
"Don't worry Nappa. Lets just keep going, we don't want to miss the fun!" Nappa's eyes lost part of their vacant look, and we went to resume our flight path.
"Hey!!! You two!!!! What's the big idea???" Both Vegeta and Nappa knew that voice, the latter rather than the former because he had spent his childhood with this particular person. Vegeta tensed his body.
"Oh hells. This is what we really need."
"Hello Daikon, are you coming to see the surprise too?" Nappa cluelessly asked his twin. Daikon gave him a 'You WHAT?' look, and presumed Nappa had been drinking detergent again.
"Surprise?? The only surprise you'll be getting is the King Vegeta surprise fist to the head! What do you think you're playing at?" He looked sternly at Vegeta. "And you should know better, after what occurred before."
"Awww Daikon, your ruining the fun, again, like you always do." Nappa whined. Vegeta felt a swelling in his chest, something was about to bubble to the surface, and adrenaline surged. He wanted to test Nappa's fealty to him, although he already knew the gigantic man was a faithful lapdog, he just wanted to see how far he'd go. He issued his first offensive order to his personal guard.
"Nappa, silence this pathetic 1st class."
"You want me to kill my brother?"
"Nah… just knock him out. I suppose we'll have to take him along with us rather than have him go back to the palace and tell father of our little escape and…" He said louder so Daikon could hear what was being said, "suck up to him and lick his butt-crack like those girls that were in his room!" The usually staunch, impenetrable Daikon visibly face-faulted, and hung limply in space, drifting slightly. Nappa laughed loud and long.
"Ha ha ha! You crack me up, prince! I think you got him there."
"Yes, I think I did. Now do your job, like I asked."
"Of course."
The floating approach of his towering brother shook Daikon out of his temporary catatonic state, albeit a fraction too late to use his advantage of speed. Once Nappa had him by the back of the neck in his ham fist, engaging pressure points, it was useless to struggle. If it was a sparring match, he would have held off a bit, but this wasn't sparring it was a direct order from his prince.
"Come off it Nappa, there's really no need to—ooof!" Daikon saw a lovely starburst which had nothing to do with space, as his twins other fist collided with his right temple, and then sunk into perpetual darkness. Nappa slung the unconscious Saiyajin over his forearm like a towel, and yelled back to Vegeta.
"One silenced 1st class reported, prince Vegeta. Um.. what should I do with him?"
Vegeta had already thought about this. "Bring him with us. It's too late to take him back now." Nappa nodded, and we powered up and resumed our course.
- 15 minutes later… -
"Are we there yet?" A voice grated from behind us.
Vegeta breathed
in deeply, then out, counting to twenty.
"That's the tenth time you've asked that… in the last fifteen
minutes!!!"
Nappa lowered his head, and mumbled "Sorry…"
Vegeta left off abrading him for the moment.
"I'll tell you when we're nearly there!
Or…" His vision strained as he
made out a sphere of yellowish light twinkling in the distance, bigger than any
star, "see for yourself."
Next Chapter: Frieza's ship. Frieza, Dodoria, Zarbon & Co… and a tragic brainwashing.
*listens for any
signs another portal has opened up, but is only met by silence.*
I guess they're busy, yeah.. busy psyching themselves up
for Frieza no doubt… *shudders
uncontrollably* I don't blame them. o_O'
