AN: keep in mind that everything in 'here' is a quote from a flashback.
Enjoy.
Chapter 3: Flashback Vengeance
"Oh mother I love it!" Celia gasped her eyes dancing over the aqua colored dress in her mother's dainty hands. The dress matched the girl's hair and eyes perfectly.
"I knew you would." Her mother smiled, placing the delicate clothing back in its box. "But it is for the party tonight so you will not touch it until then!"
Celia pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. "Can't I just try it on?"
The older woman scowled at her daughter's persistence. "If you try it on now it will be wrinkled for the party. You don't want that do you?"
The fourteen-year-olds face fell and she shook her head 'no'. The mother smiled affectionately, her hand coming to rest on her daughter's shoulder "That's my girl."
After those three innocent words were uttered, an explosion rocked the entire city, startling the two women. The palace walls continued to shake as guards thundered up to their room, their voices panicked.
"My ladies," One panted, his face showing his fear. "The palace is under attack! I have orders from the king to move you to safer quarters."
Vegeta stormed into yet another house, his face remaining impassive, as he quickly disposed of its occupants. He had done this gruesome job too many times over the past five years to be effected at all by the carnage he created. He was nothing more than a shell when he was on missions. A pawn, doing all his master bid him to. He had accepted the fact that he was a slave years ago.
Continuing, he reached the next house and kicked down the wooden door, which collided with an object at the other end of the room. He glanced at it and jumped at what he saw. His father was staring back at him...but something wasn't right... He calmed down when he realized that this wasn't his father, but a mirror. And he was seeing himself. He hadn't seen his reflection in so long that he moved closer to get a good look at it.
He was older now, nearly sixteen. The childish bangs he had once loathed so much had grown straight up into a giant widow's peak to match his father's. He smiled. His flame like hair was the symbol of the royal house of Vegetasei. Then he frowned, his fist lashing out to shatter the glass. It meant nothing now and it would never mean anything again.
Ten minutes later, Vegeta stood amongst the ruble of the once beautiful city, observing the destruction he had bestowed upon it only minutes before. The horrid smell of burning flesh reached his nostrils and he sucked it in like it was his lives air. He knew that after he completed this strange mission that he would eventually have to return to that ship. The ship smelled worse than burning flesh. Body odor, mixed with the constant scent of blood was what wafted through the floating bit of hell at all times of the day. Being on this planet, standing in the middle of rotting bodies was far better than being back in the hands of Frieza.
He shuddered. Not wanting to think about the homosexual tyrant that had enslaved him at that moment, he proceeded to complete the second part of the mission; retrieve the princess of the planet Swar. He knew what Freiza would do to her, but he didn't care as long as he got to eat. Kicking aside a severed head with a sneer and, wanting to waste as much time as he could, he walked in the general direction that he remembered seeing the enormous castle. As he walked, he became lost in thought, his face contorted into a look of pure concentration.
Vegeta hated bringing something to that bastard that would cause him pleasure, but considering he hadn't eaten anything, except scraps he could scavenge, for almost a week, he felt like bringing the icejin a toy just so he could get a bite to eat. He scowled. It was pathetic what he was reduced to when he needed something that, by all rights, he should have right in front of him. He shouldn't have to beg for something to keep him alive. It was absolutely ridicules. But the sad truth all the same....
He walked for almost an hour before he reached the castle. Stopping for a moment to admire the architecture, Vegeta found it almost as interesting as the natives on the planet. Shining white marble columns rose to meet the rest of the castle which also shone with the brilliancy of the sun. Vegeta's eyes scanned up the vast structure and he realized with an annoyed growl that it would take him at least an hour to track down the wench inside. He had had specific orders to bring her back unscathed in any way. Destroying the castle or causing any type of commotion could bring down a wall or pillar on top of her fragile scull killing her and earning Vegeta nothing more than no food and a nice beating.
Scowling, the saiya-jin kicked the enormous wooden doors, reducing them to splinters in one swift movement. Immediately, guards rushed forward, swords raised and ready for battle. They didn't get far though, as Vegeta disposed of these pests almost too easily and, after wiping the blood off his hands on a near by wall, began his search for the young princess.
Gasping for breath, both the princess and the queen of planet Swar sped along a long hallway, flanked by armored guards, just as the second explosion rocked the palace. Celia let out a startled cry but continued to run, her sides burning like fire, one hand clasping her mother's, the other rapped tight around the box that held her dress. She had had to beg her mother to let her take it with them. Finally, after promising the clothing would not slow the party down, she had grabbed it and fled with the guards and her frightened mother.
They turned a tight corner and flew down a winding flight of stairs that led to a bomb shelter where they stopped at an iron door. A guard fumbled with his keys for a second in his nervousness, before finding the right one and unlocking the door. Inside, caned food lined the walls, as did blankets and many other items one would need if they were to be trapped here. Which, Celia didn't doubt they would be by the sound of things upstairs.
The guards all turned to leave, save for one, who, Celia knew well as Nettio, turned to offer the women a sympathetic smile. "Once this new enemy is defeated, I will be back for you, my ladies." And with that he closed the door behind him, his hurried footsteps echoing in the hallway outside.
Celia slumped to the floor, her face contorted with grief. Maternal instincts kicking in, her mother ran to her daughter's side. Rubbing her back, the queen fought a battle with her own tears as she tried to reassure Celia that everything was fine. That they were safe and that nothing could get them as long as they stayed down there.
She soon found that she was horribly mistaken.
Vegeta snarled as he brought a knee down upon yet another miscellaneous soldier's neck, hearing the bones snap with a satisfied grin. This was what was called 'the hunt' amongst the ranks of Frieza's army. An undeniable sense of superiority mixed with the freedom to kill and maim whatever the hell he wanted gave Vegeta an adrenalin rush to beat all others. Every sense became open and every saiya-jin instinct he had lit up inside him like a flame when he encountered the need for hand to hand combat. It was his favorite thing about his missions, besides being able to escape the confines of the ship.
Following a hallway, he came upon another soldier. Becoming quite tired of playing hide and seek, Vegeta grabbed the man's arm and broke it, then grabbed his neck right as his screams began.
"Where's the wench?" He snarled, ignoring the man's pleading whimpers. When he got no response, he twisted the soldier's already mutilated arm in an iron grip. "Tell me where she is and I will end your misery!"
"Who?" He coughed, through clenched teeth.
"The princess!" Vegeta snapped, growing impatient.
"You'll never find her."
"Oh I will eventually. Now it could come from you, or it could come from your precious king. Either way I will find her."
The devoted guard didn't say a word until, with an annoyed growl, Vegeta twisted the arm again, finally getting the desired response.
"S-she's...in the cellar. In the bomb shelter." Vegeta nodded before destroying the man with one small blast and proceeding to make his way to the lowest half of the castle. The only place he hadn't looked.
Inside the dank shelter, Celia and her mother listened intently for the sounds of a battle. After they had been safely tucked away, they hadn't herd one thing besides a few miner explosions, which could mean two things; one; the soldiers had finally defeated the intruder or two; the intruder had defeated them. Celia hoped with all her heart that the latter was not the case.
She looked around the room, her cerulean eyes taking in her surroundings for at least the tenth time. Spotting a blanket in a far corner, the princess moved to get the warm material. It was dreadfully cold down there and the women hadn't wanted to move in any way for fear of drawing unwanted attention to themselves. But now since things seemed to be settling down, she pushed aside the fear of movement sensory equipment, and retrieved the blanket. Retracing her steps back to her shivering mother, she sat down and wrapped the blanket around both of their shoulders feeling the relieving warmth spread over her with a smile. That was the first time she'd smiled since the whole mess started.
The queen looked at her daughter, her blue eyes meeting matching ones.
"Think they're okay?" She asked quietly, pulling the blanket closer around them.
"I don't know." Celia whispered. Then she heard footsteps out in the hall. "I guess we're about to find out."
Her mother glanced at the door nervously. "Yes. I guess we are."
He smiled. The iron door of the shelter was just ahead of him, and the princess waited inside. He suddenly thought himself one of those fairy tale princes that saved the princess and lived happily ever after in a castle by the sea for the rest of their lives. He sneered. But they would not live happily ever after. She would most likely be turned into a sex slave and die miserable and in pain in one of Frieza's dungeons. The poor kid. He almost felt sorry for her.
In a burst of blue light, the door was reduced to a smoldering puddle on the ground. The women inside shrieked in their distress, their pathetic whimpers grating on Vegeta's nerves. He took a look at them and was instantly shocked by their beauty. Long blue hair surrounded tan faces and pointed ears stuck up from underneath the locks.
"Who the hell are you?!" the older one shrieked her face streaked with tears.
'Get up kid!'
'Who the hell are you?'
'That doesn't matter your coming with us!'
'I don't want to! I want to stay here!'
Vegeta recoiled in fear as images flashed across his vision.
'Father!'
'Your dad's not here. He left a while ago. And besides he didn't want you anymore. Apparently you're a really bad kid. He felt some discipline would do you some good.'
Mocking laughter.... Then blackness. As it was now.
Raditz stopped in mid air, perspiration settling on his brow. He had just received a disturbing set of images from Vegeta's mind, and then every thing had gone black. His prince was in trouble. Altering his course, he headed in the direction he knew the castle was in, a grim frown settling on his face. He knew Nappa wouldn't do shit about it, being to busy destroying cities in a blissful fashion, so Raditz was the only one who could help. The only one that wasn't thick enough not to notice when something was wrong with the troubled youth.
YAY! Holy shit that chapter took forever! I'm glad I can finally get it out to ya guys! Tell me what ya think! Suck ass or kick ass?
Chapter 3: Flashback Vengeance
"Oh mother I love it!" Celia gasped her eyes dancing over the aqua colored dress in her mother's dainty hands. The dress matched the girl's hair and eyes perfectly.
"I knew you would." Her mother smiled, placing the delicate clothing back in its box. "But it is for the party tonight so you will not touch it until then!"
Celia pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. "Can't I just try it on?"
The older woman scowled at her daughter's persistence. "If you try it on now it will be wrinkled for the party. You don't want that do you?"
The fourteen-year-olds face fell and she shook her head 'no'. The mother smiled affectionately, her hand coming to rest on her daughter's shoulder "That's my girl."
After those three innocent words were uttered, an explosion rocked the entire city, startling the two women. The palace walls continued to shake as guards thundered up to their room, their voices panicked.
"My ladies," One panted, his face showing his fear. "The palace is under attack! I have orders from the king to move you to safer quarters."
Vegeta stormed into yet another house, his face remaining impassive, as he quickly disposed of its occupants. He had done this gruesome job too many times over the past five years to be effected at all by the carnage he created. He was nothing more than a shell when he was on missions. A pawn, doing all his master bid him to. He had accepted the fact that he was a slave years ago.
Continuing, he reached the next house and kicked down the wooden door, which collided with an object at the other end of the room. He glanced at it and jumped at what he saw. His father was staring back at him...but something wasn't right... He calmed down when he realized that this wasn't his father, but a mirror. And he was seeing himself. He hadn't seen his reflection in so long that he moved closer to get a good look at it.
He was older now, nearly sixteen. The childish bangs he had once loathed so much had grown straight up into a giant widow's peak to match his father's. He smiled. His flame like hair was the symbol of the royal house of Vegetasei. Then he frowned, his fist lashing out to shatter the glass. It meant nothing now and it would never mean anything again.
Ten minutes later, Vegeta stood amongst the ruble of the once beautiful city, observing the destruction he had bestowed upon it only minutes before. The horrid smell of burning flesh reached his nostrils and he sucked it in like it was his lives air. He knew that after he completed this strange mission that he would eventually have to return to that ship. The ship smelled worse than burning flesh. Body odor, mixed with the constant scent of blood was what wafted through the floating bit of hell at all times of the day. Being on this planet, standing in the middle of rotting bodies was far better than being back in the hands of Frieza.
He shuddered. Not wanting to think about the homosexual tyrant that had enslaved him at that moment, he proceeded to complete the second part of the mission; retrieve the princess of the planet Swar. He knew what Freiza would do to her, but he didn't care as long as he got to eat. Kicking aside a severed head with a sneer and, wanting to waste as much time as he could, he walked in the general direction that he remembered seeing the enormous castle. As he walked, he became lost in thought, his face contorted into a look of pure concentration.
Vegeta hated bringing something to that bastard that would cause him pleasure, but considering he hadn't eaten anything, except scraps he could scavenge, for almost a week, he felt like bringing the icejin a toy just so he could get a bite to eat. He scowled. It was pathetic what he was reduced to when he needed something that, by all rights, he should have right in front of him. He shouldn't have to beg for something to keep him alive. It was absolutely ridicules. But the sad truth all the same....
He walked for almost an hour before he reached the castle. Stopping for a moment to admire the architecture, Vegeta found it almost as interesting as the natives on the planet. Shining white marble columns rose to meet the rest of the castle which also shone with the brilliancy of the sun. Vegeta's eyes scanned up the vast structure and he realized with an annoyed growl that it would take him at least an hour to track down the wench inside. He had had specific orders to bring her back unscathed in any way. Destroying the castle or causing any type of commotion could bring down a wall or pillar on top of her fragile scull killing her and earning Vegeta nothing more than no food and a nice beating.
Scowling, the saiya-jin kicked the enormous wooden doors, reducing them to splinters in one swift movement. Immediately, guards rushed forward, swords raised and ready for battle. They didn't get far though, as Vegeta disposed of these pests almost too easily and, after wiping the blood off his hands on a near by wall, began his search for the young princess.
Gasping for breath, both the princess and the queen of planet Swar sped along a long hallway, flanked by armored guards, just as the second explosion rocked the palace. Celia let out a startled cry but continued to run, her sides burning like fire, one hand clasping her mother's, the other rapped tight around the box that held her dress. She had had to beg her mother to let her take it with them. Finally, after promising the clothing would not slow the party down, she had grabbed it and fled with the guards and her frightened mother.
They turned a tight corner and flew down a winding flight of stairs that led to a bomb shelter where they stopped at an iron door. A guard fumbled with his keys for a second in his nervousness, before finding the right one and unlocking the door. Inside, caned food lined the walls, as did blankets and many other items one would need if they were to be trapped here. Which, Celia didn't doubt they would be by the sound of things upstairs.
The guards all turned to leave, save for one, who, Celia knew well as Nettio, turned to offer the women a sympathetic smile. "Once this new enemy is defeated, I will be back for you, my ladies." And with that he closed the door behind him, his hurried footsteps echoing in the hallway outside.
Celia slumped to the floor, her face contorted with grief. Maternal instincts kicking in, her mother ran to her daughter's side. Rubbing her back, the queen fought a battle with her own tears as she tried to reassure Celia that everything was fine. That they were safe and that nothing could get them as long as they stayed down there.
She soon found that she was horribly mistaken.
Vegeta snarled as he brought a knee down upon yet another miscellaneous soldier's neck, hearing the bones snap with a satisfied grin. This was what was called 'the hunt' amongst the ranks of Frieza's army. An undeniable sense of superiority mixed with the freedom to kill and maim whatever the hell he wanted gave Vegeta an adrenalin rush to beat all others. Every sense became open and every saiya-jin instinct he had lit up inside him like a flame when he encountered the need for hand to hand combat. It was his favorite thing about his missions, besides being able to escape the confines of the ship.
Following a hallway, he came upon another soldier. Becoming quite tired of playing hide and seek, Vegeta grabbed the man's arm and broke it, then grabbed his neck right as his screams began.
"Where's the wench?" He snarled, ignoring the man's pleading whimpers. When he got no response, he twisted the soldier's already mutilated arm in an iron grip. "Tell me where she is and I will end your misery!"
"Who?" He coughed, through clenched teeth.
"The princess!" Vegeta snapped, growing impatient.
"You'll never find her."
"Oh I will eventually. Now it could come from you, or it could come from your precious king. Either way I will find her."
The devoted guard didn't say a word until, with an annoyed growl, Vegeta twisted the arm again, finally getting the desired response.
"S-she's...in the cellar. In the bomb shelter." Vegeta nodded before destroying the man with one small blast and proceeding to make his way to the lowest half of the castle. The only place he hadn't looked.
Inside the dank shelter, Celia and her mother listened intently for the sounds of a battle. After they had been safely tucked away, they hadn't herd one thing besides a few miner explosions, which could mean two things; one; the soldiers had finally defeated the intruder or two; the intruder had defeated them. Celia hoped with all her heart that the latter was not the case.
She looked around the room, her cerulean eyes taking in her surroundings for at least the tenth time. Spotting a blanket in a far corner, the princess moved to get the warm material. It was dreadfully cold down there and the women hadn't wanted to move in any way for fear of drawing unwanted attention to themselves. But now since things seemed to be settling down, she pushed aside the fear of movement sensory equipment, and retrieved the blanket. Retracing her steps back to her shivering mother, she sat down and wrapped the blanket around both of their shoulders feeling the relieving warmth spread over her with a smile. That was the first time she'd smiled since the whole mess started.
The queen looked at her daughter, her blue eyes meeting matching ones.
"Think they're okay?" She asked quietly, pulling the blanket closer around them.
"I don't know." Celia whispered. Then she heard footsteps out in the hall. "I guess we're about to find out."
Her mother glanced at the door nervously. "Yes. I guess we are."
He smiled. The iron door of the shelter was just ahead of him, and the princess waited inside. He suddenly thought himself one of those fairy tale princes that saved the princess and lived happily ever after in a castle by the sea for the rest of their lives. He sneered. But they would not live happily ever after. She would most likely be turned into a sex slave and die miserable and in pain in one of Frieza's dungeons. The poor kid. He almost felt sorry for her.
In a burst of blue light, the door was reduced to a smoldering puddle on the ground. The women inside shrieked in their distress, their pathetic whimpers grating on Vegeta's nerves. He took a look at them and was instantly shocked by their beauty. Long blue hair surrounded tan faces and pointed ears stuck up from underneath the locks.
"Who the hell are you?!" the older one shrieked her face streaked with tears.
'Get up kid!'
'Who the hell are you?'
'That doesn't matter your coming with us!'
'I don't want to! I want to stay here!'
Vegeta recoiled in fear as images flashed across his vision.
'Father!'
'Your dad's not here. He left a while ago. And besides he didn't want you anymore. Apparently you're a really bad kid. He felt some discipline would do you some good.'
Mocking laughter.... Then blackness. As it was now.
Raditz stopped in mid air, perspiration settling on his brow. He had just received a disturbing set of images from Vegeta's mind, and then every thing had gone black. His prince was in trouble. Altering his course, he headed in the direction he knew the castle was in, a grim frown settling on his face. He knew Nappa wouldn't do shit about it, being to busy destroying cities in a blissful fashion, so Raditz was the only one who could help. The only one that wasn't thick enough not to notice when something was wrong with the troubled youth.
YAY! Holy shit that chapter took forever! I'm glad I can finally get it out to ya guys! Tell me what ya think! Suck ass or kick ass?