AN: Gods it hurt me to right that last chapter! *cries* poor veggie! I
wonder how much it's gonna hurt when I write the next chapters and im
really evil to him! *laughs evily* on with the fic!
Chapter 2: Remorse
The whip, crusted with the blood of previous soldiers, and now coated with his own, lashed at his ragged back mercilessly, driving the nine year old saiya-jin almost into hysterics with pain. At first he hadn't screamed. He hadn't even made a sound, but the more it progressed the more painful it became thanks to the whips choice of where to land. Right on top of previous marks it had produced. Now he was reduced to a pleading, frightened child, chained to the stone wall, a ki restricting collar around his neck.
He began to wonder if he was even alive, or if this was really his punishment for all the people he'd killed while on purging missions with his father. If this was hell, and he didn't know he was dead yet. If he had been on his planet when it had exploded, and this was just some sick game God was playing with him.
'No.' He decided. 'God doesn't exist. There is no God.'
One final ear splitting 'crack', one final chocked cry, and it was all over. The boy slumped against the wall he was chained to, his eyes vacantly dull. His breath came slowly back to him when he noticed that he had been holding it, in preparation for the next assault on what was left of his back. That horrid whip had turned his back into what Frieza had predicted it would be; nothing more than bloody shreds. The whip was not only encrusted with blood, but also an assortment of spiked metal and sharp glass that had been added over time. It certainly did its gruesome job well.
His fingers had to be pried from their tight positions on the chains he had been gripping them so hard. Blood now ran from his hands as well as his back. He was lifted wordlessly into someone's arms and carried from that horrible room.
Zarbon absolutely hated doing this, especially to someone so young. He decided to end the punishment before he filled Frieza's quota of five hundred lashes and before the poor boy blacked out completely. Even now the young saiya-jin was gone somewhere else in his mind, if the vacant expression on his face was any proof.
Dropping the whip with a sigh, Zarbon walked over to the now scarred child and undid the chains wincing at the marks the braided metal had left on Vegeta's hands. Those wouldn't leave scars, but the whip marks would. He would carry those memories around with him for life. He undid the collar, his hands shaking slightly at the sins he had just committed, and scooped the boy up, ignoring the blood that soaked his armor, turning it black.
He made a mad dash for the infirmary, pushing any imbeciles he encountered out of the way in his haste. After some exchanged words and a couple frightened doctors, the saiya-jin was finally secured in a healing tank, his mind taking him to places far away from this hell he called his life.
Over the next few days, Vegeta found that he was not the only saiya-jin alive, that indeed, two more saiya-jins had been on the ship when Frieza had destroyed Vegetasei. Nappa, Vegeta's body guard, had been sent to the ship right before the explosion, and Raditz, a third class saiya-jin, had just returned from a mission to find the planet gone so had come aboard the ship, completely confused. Frieza had let them both live, dismissing the issue as 'What's a few more monkeys?' and Vegeta, Nappa, and Raditz had banded together as the sole survivors of a terrible tragedy.
I know it's a really short chapter I'm sorry about it too but I saw that as a good place to stop. *kicks rock then raises hand scout style* I swear on everything I care about that I will make the next chapter extremely long! So what do ya think? Does it suck ass or does it kick ass? Tell me please!
Chapter 2: Remorse
The whip, crusted with the blood of previous soldiers, and now coated with his own, lashed at his ragged back mercilessly, driving the nine year old saiya-jin almost into hysterics with pain. At first he hadn't screamed. He hadn't even made a sound, but the more it progressed the more painful it became thanks to the whips choice of where to land. Right on top of previous marks it had produced. Now he was reduced to a pleading, frightened child, chained to the stone wall, a ki restricting collar around his neck.
He began to wonder if he was even alive, or if this was really his punishment for all the people he'd killed while on purging missions with his father. If this was hell, and he didn't know he was dead yet. If he had been on his planet when it had exploded, and this was just some sick game God was playing with him.
'No.' He decided. 'God doesn't exist. There is no God.'
One final ear splitting 'crack', one final chocked cry, and it was all over. The boy slumped against the wall he was chained to, his eyes vacantly dull. His breath came slowly back to him when he noticed that he had been holding it, in preparation for the next assault on what was left of his back. That horrid whip had turned his back into what Frieza had predicted it would be; nothing more than bloody shreds. The whip was not only encrusted with blood, but also an assortment of spiked metal and sharp glass that had been added over time. It certainly did its gruesome job well.
His fingers had to be pried from their tight positions on the chains he had been gripping them so hard. Blood now ran from his hands as well as his back. He was lifted wordlessly into someone's arms and carried from that horrible room.
Zarbon absolutely hated doing this, especially to someone so young. He decided to end the punishment before he filled Frieza's quota of five hundred lashes and before the poor boy blacked out completely. Even now the young saiya-jin was gone somewhere else in his mind, if the vacant expression on his face was any proof.
Dropping the whip with a sigh, Zarbon walked over to the now scarred child and undid the chains wincing at the marks the braided metal had left on Vegeta's hands. Those wouldn't leave scars, but the whip marks would. He would carry those memories around with him for life. He undid the collar, his hands shaking slightly at the sins he had just committed, and scooped the boy up, ignoring the blood that soaked his armor, turning it black.
He made a mad dash for the infirmary, pushing any imbeciles he encountered out of the way in his haste. After some exchanged words and a couple frightened doctors, the saiya-jin was finally secured in a healing tank, his mind taking him to places far away from this hell he called his life.
Over the next few days, Vegeta found that he was not the only saiya-jin alive, that indeed, two more saiya-jins had been on the ship when Frieza had destroyed Vegetasei. Nappa, Vegeta's body guard, had been sent to the ship right before the explosion, and Raditz, a third class saiya-jin, had just returned from a mission to find the planet gone so had come aboard the ship, completely confused. Frieza had let them both live, dismissing the issue as 'What's a few more monkeys?' and Vegeta, Nappa, and Raditz had banded together as the sole survivors of a terrible tragedy.
I know it's a really short chapter I'm sorry about it too but I saw that as a good place to stop. *kicks rock then raises hand scout style* I swear on everything I care about that I will make the next chapter extremely long! So what do ya think? Does it suck ass or does it kick ass? Tell me please!