Chapter 4: Meetings
Darkness...
It was so dark. And loud. Panicked voices ran together in one indistinguishable whirlwind in the back of his mind. He managed to crack open one eye but reacted to the burning light with a pained gasp and closed it again, the pain in his skull now exceeding agony. He moaned his distress.
"Holy shit he's awake!" A voice boomed out from the others, its bold sound silencing the rest. He recognized this voice.
"Raditz...?" He whispered, suddenly noticing that he was being carried.
"Stay calm Vegeta! I'm taking you to the infirmary."
"No...I have to...complete my mission."
"Don't worry about that. The girl is with Nappa. He will deliver her to Freiza." Raditz said his voice dripping concern for the boy in his arms.
"Raditz...What happened?" Vegeta asked groggily, his mind bordering dangerously on unconsciousness. He heard the older saiyan sigh.
"I don't know, Vegeta. But we're going to find out."
The young princess started to panic when the small but gruesome looking alien before her advanced, its smile sadistic and seductive. It was a horrifying creature. Small red eyes stuck out from a clown face and its limbs were pink, which she found comically ironic since this was supposed to be the terror of the universe. But she was not laughing now. In fact she was doing quite the opposite.
Tears streamed down her pale face and her eyes darted around the large room, searching for anyone or anything to stop what she knew was coming. In a corner, the alien that had so graciously escorted her to this terrible room, stood looking awkward and apprehensive.
She knew he would do nothing. She knew that he couldn't.
She laid limp in the huge man's arms her eyes half closed, as he rushed her to the infirmary, by Frieza's orders. Of course he didn't want her to die yet. He had considered her too much fun to let go to waste. She had found him disgusting and manipulative.
Now she tried in vain to ignore the throbbing pain between her bruised legs as the giant that carried her entered the bustling infirmary.
Indeed it was bustling, and she soon found the reason why. A lone figure lay in the middle of a large crowd of doctors and nurses of all different races, on a cold looking steel table. He was deafly pale and numerous wounds of all different types littered his otherwise perfect body. He looked as though he were hyperventilating.
"Just put him in a capsule!" A doctor yelled as his face reddened in frustration.
"We can't! We have to get him stabilized first. If we put him in now, he will die!"
Celia glanced at a figure in a corner that seemed oddly out of place in this chaotic situation. She gasped with realization. That was the alien that had burst in after the first one had collapsed. She looked again at the one who was the center of attention at the moment and recognized him as well.
He was the one who had collapsed.
Her thoughts where interrupted when an orange skinned doctor approached them, his face covered with perspiration. He glanced at Celia before looking up at the large saiyan carrying her.
"What's wrong with her?" He asked his face, clearly voicing his frustration.
"She just needs a healing capsule." He said his eyes remaining transfixed on the man on the table. "Is Vegeta going to be okay?"
The doctors had just given him an oxygen mask and he had grabbed it up and pushed it to his face, sucking in the life saving air with large gulps. His eyes started to close as his body became stable again. The orange doctor released a relived sigh.
"He is now. He just needs a capsule."
Celia found herself nodding off. There was no excitement to keep her exhausted mind occupied so she was quickly lost in a dream, the last thing she remembered being cool liquid rising around her.
Raditz looked on helplessly as the medical staff poked needle after needle into Vegeta's bruised arms. A doctor had told him that the lack of food was affecting the young saiyan and that his body was slowly eating off his ki to keep itself alive. The drugs they were giving him now were ki enhancers that gave him the necessary energy he needed to stay alive. But Vegeta suddenly started hyperventilating and Raditz, with a painful sense of foreboding, thought it was all over until a doctor came out with a breathing mask and handed it to the prince who grabbed it greedily. Once the saiyan was stabilized they placed his limp body in a healing tank and breathed a sigh of relief.
Once the excitement had died down and only a selected few doctors remained in the infirmary, Raditz emerged from the shadows like a phantom and walked over to sit in front of his sleeping comrade's tank.
Vegeta was almost like a son to him. He and Nappa had practically raised the kid and having dealt with all his annoying pranks and constant questions since he was nine years old, one could say the three shared an awkward bond. They were the only surviving members of a proud warrior race besides Raditz's brother who they would probably never find. He vaguely remembered something about the whelp being sent to a planet called E-arth or something like that, but he couldn't be sure. It had all been so long ago...
Lost in thought, he didn't notice the third member of the little group enter the infirmary until he spoke.
"How is he?" Nappa's deep voice startled Raditz from his thoughts and brought him back to cruel reality.
"He's fine now. Once the doctors got him stabilized it was downhill from there." The long haired saiyan looked back at Vegeta's peaceful features as Nappa leaned casually against a wall, his arms crossed over his broad chest. "They told me that the lack of food was taking his ki."
Nappa looked confused. "He hasn't been eating?"
Raditz rolled his eyes at the older saiyan's stupidity. "No. Frieza hasn't been letting him. He's keeping Vegeta under strict rule so he'll do what he wants."
Nappa growled. The thought of anybody keeping his prince from eating angered him beyond all reason. He glanced at Vegeta's still form floating in the healing fluid and had to resist the urge to smash the glass and take the boy far away from this hell.
"When will he be out?"
"I don't know, a couple hours maybe." Raditz sighed before glancing at the tank that held the girl they had captured. "Apparently, she arrived at Freiza's chambers safely." He let out an ironic chuckle. Nappa nodded, scowling.
"He tore her apart." The large saiyan said quietly.
"You watched?" Raditz was horrified and disgusted at the thought of seeing...it.
Nappa looked desperate. "He wanted me to stay so I could take her here afterwards!" He growled. "I didn't want to watch!"
"Tell me," the younger saiyan said smirking. "Are you permanently scarred?"
Nappa fumed. "That was the most disgusting experience of my entire life! You don't have to go reminding me of it!"
Raditz chuckled at his friend's distress and straightened from his position on the floor, stretching. "I suppose we could go eat while we wait. It will be a while before he even has strength enough to move." And with that he made his way over to the door of the infirmary with a grumbling Nappa trailing behind him.
Blinking in the bright light, Celia desperately tried to remember where she was as a doctor dressed her. Her eyes darted frantically around the room until they latched onto a healing tank that seemed significant. Shifting her body so she could see better, she spotted the occupant floating in the clear healing fluid and gasped as the memories flowed over her fragile mind, crashing against it painfully like a wave. She began to fall but thankfully the doctor caught her and hoisted her shaking body back on her feet.
"Maybe you should lie down for a while." He suggested. When she didn't respond, he followed her gaze and shook his head. "You don't want anything to do with that one right there. He's a mean little prick. He'd sooner tear your heart out than look at you."
Celia ignored his crude comments. "What happened to him?"
The doctor scowled. "In order to keep him under control, Frieza deprives him of food and anything else at that matter until he does what he's told. It suddenly became too much. He started to hallucinate and finally, when this last mission had worn him down, his body just couldn't take it any more. He collapsed. Wasted capsule space if you ask me." The doctor walked off mumbling to himself as Celia continued to stare.
When he had burst into the shelter he had taken one look at the two of them huddled on the floor and instantly backed away, fright etched into his features. Then he had said a few things in what was obviously his native tong before grabbing his head like it hurt him. Finally he had just blacked out right there. So this alien had issues of his own. She suddenly didn't feel so alone now that she knew she wasn't the only one who was suffering under Freiza's tyranny. But she did have a hard time feeling sorry for him after what had just happened to her. She walked over to the pod and sat down leaning against it, drawing her knees up to her chest.
She hated it, but she felt sorry for herself. She had watched her mother be killed, she had been raped by a disgusting alien, what else could go so wrong? Starting to sob, she turned to look at the man in the tank once more and gasped when she saw that he was awake and staring at her. Suddenly she stopped crying. She was to frightened to cry. For in the depths of those obsidian eyes, she found more pain and torture than she ever knew existed. His eyes bored into her as if trying to tell her something. As if trying to tell her that she hadn't even experienced half of what he had been through and that there was more to come. She suddenly had to wonder how long he had been here, but before she could properly contemplate the issue, a loud beeping sound emitted from his capsule. She watched as his eyes darted up to the source of the annoyance then back down at her, as the doctor on duty rushed towards the tank, clearly not interested in angering the occupant.
She knew those eyes were telling her to wait for him. But the scary thing was, was that she didn't know how she knew.
YAY! Finally man! I have so many ideas for this story that I just want to get past all this shit and go for the action! Hell yeah there will be action I can guarantee that!
Now that the two have finally met, what the hell is gonna happen? Well that is strictly for me to know and you to find out! *cackles evilly* please R&R! Thanx!
Darkness...
It was so dark. And loud. Panicked voices ran together in one indistinguishable whirlwind in the back of his mind. He managed to crack open one eye but reacted to the burning light with a pained gasp and closed it again, the pain in his skull now exceeding agony. He moaned his distress.
"Holy shit he's awake!" A voice boomed out from the others, its bold sound silencing the rest. He recognized this voice.
"Raditz...?" He whispered, suddenly noticing that he was being carried.
"Stay calm Vegeta! I'm taking you to the infirmary."
"No...I have to...complete my mission."
"Don't worry about that. The girl is with Nappa. He will deliver her to Freiza." Raditz said his voice dripping concern for the boy in his arms.
"Raditz...What happened?" Vegeta asked groggily, his mind bordering dangerously on unconsciousness. He heard the older saiyan sigh.
"I don't know, Vegeta. But we're going to find out."
The young princess started to panic when the small but gruesome looking alien before her advanced, its smile sadistic and seductive. It was a horrifying creature. Small red eyes stuck out from a clown face and its limbs were pink, which she found comically ironic since this was supposed to be the terror of the universe. But she was not laughing now. In fact she was doing quite the opposite.
Tears streamed down her pale face and her eyes darted around the large room, searching for anyone or anything to stop what she knew was coming. In a corner, the alien that had so graciously escorted her to this terrible room, stood looking awkward and apprehensive.
She knew he would do nothing. She knew that he couldn't.
She laid limp in the huge man's arms her eyes half closed, as he rushed her to the infirmary, by Frieza's orders. Of course he didn't want her to die yet. He had considered her too much fun to let go to waste. She had found him disgusting and manipulative.
Now she tried in vain to ignore the throbbing pain between her bruised legs as the giant that carried her entered the bustling infirmary.
Indeed it was bustling, and she soon found the reason why. A lone figure lay in the middle of a large crowd of doctors and nurses of all different races, on a cold looking steel table. He was deafly pale and numerous wounds of all different types littered his otherwise perfect body. He looked as though he were hyperventilating.
"Just put him in a capsule!" A doctor yelled as his face reddened in frustration.
"We can't! We have to get him stabilized first. If we put him in now, he will die!"
Celia glanced at a figure in a corner that seemed oddly out of place in this chaotic situation. She gasped with realization. That was the alien that had burst in after the first one had collapsed. She looked again at the one who was the center of attention at the moment and recognized him as well.
He was the one who had collapsed.
Her thoughts where interrupted when an orange skinned doctor approached them, his face covered with perspiration. He glanced at Celia before looking up at the large saiyan carrying her.
"What's wrong with her?" He asked his face, clearly voicing his frustration.
"She just needs a healing capsule." He said his eyes remaining transfixed on the man on the table. "Is Vegeta going to be okay?"
The doctors had just given him an oxygen mask and he had grabbed it up and pushed it to his face, sucking in the life saving air with large gulps. His eyes started to close as his body became stable again. The orange doctor released a relived sigh.
"He is now. He just needs a capsule."
Celia found herself nodding off. There was no excitement to keep her exhausted mind occupied so she was quickly lost in a dream, the last thing she remembered being cool liquid rising around her.
Raditz looked on helplessly as the medical staff poked needle after needle into Vegeta's bruised arms. A doctor had told him that the lack of food was affecting the young saiyan and that his body was slowly eating off his ki to keep itself alive. The drugs they were giving him now were ki enhancers that gave him the necessary energy he needed to stay alive. But Vegeta suddenly started hyperventilating and Raditz, with a painful sense of foreboding, thought it was all over until a doctor came out with a breathing mask and handed it to the prince who grabbed it greedily. Once the saiyan was stabilized they placed his limp body in a healing tank and breathed a sigh of relief.
Once the excitement had died down and only a selected few doctors remained in the infirmary, Raditz emerged from the shadows like a phantom and walked over to sit in front of his sleeping comrade's tank.
Vegeta was almost like a son to him. He and Nappa had practically raised the kid and having dealt with all his annoying pranks and constant questions since he was nine years old, one could say the three shared an awkward bond. They were the only surviving members of a proud warrior race besides Raditz's brother who they would probably never find. He vaguely remembered something about the whelp being sent to a planet called E-arth or something like that, but he couldn't be sure. It had all been so long ago...
Lost in thought, he didn't notice the third member of the little group enter the infirmary until he spoke.
"How is he?" Nappa's deep voice startled Raditz from his thoughts and brought him back to cruel reality.
"He's fine now. Once the doctors got him stabilized it was downhill from there." The long haired saiyan looked back at Vegeta's peaceful features as Nappa leaned casually against a wall, his arms crossed over his broad chest. "They told me that the lack of food was taking his ki."
Nappa looked confused. "He hasn't been eating?"
Raditz rolled his eyes at the older saiyan's stupidity. "No. Frieza hasn't been letting him. He's keeping Vegeta under strict rule so he'll do what he wants."
Nappa growled. The thought of anybody keeping his prince from eating angered him beyond all reason. He glanced at Vegeta's still form floating in the healing fluid and had to resist the urge to smash the glass and take the boy far away from this hell.
"When will he be out?"
"I don't know, a couple hours maybe." Raditz sighed before glancing at the tank that held the girl they had captured. "Apparently, she arrived at Freiza's chambers safely." He let out an ironic chuckle. Nappa nodded, scowling.
"He tore her apart." The large saiyan said quietly.
"You watched?" Raditz was horrified and disgusted at the thought of seeing...it.
Nappa looked desperate. "He wanted me to stay so I could take her here afterwards!" He growled. "I didn't want to watch!"
"Tell me," the younger saiyan said smirking. "Are you permanently scarred?"
Nappa fumed. "That was the most disgusting experience of my entire life! You don't have to go reminding me of it!"
Raditz chuckled at his friend's distress and straightened from his position on the floor, stretching. "I suppose we could go eat while we wait. It will be a while before he even has strength enough to move." And with that he made his way over to the door of the infirmary with a grumbling Nappa trailing behind him.
Blinking in the bright light, Celia desperately tried to remember where she was as a doctor dressed her. Her eyes darted frantically around the room until they latched onto a healing tank that seemed significant. Shifting her body so she could see better, she spotted the occupant floating in the clear healing fluid and gasped as the memories flowed over her fragile mind, crashing against it painfully like a wave. She began to fall but thankfully the doctor caught her and hoisted her shaking body back on her feet.
"Maybe you should lie down for a while." He suggested. When she didn't respond, he followed her gaze and shook his head. "You don't want anything to do with that one right there. He's a mean little prick. He'd sooner tear your heart out than look at you."
Celia ignored his crude comments. "What happened to him?"
The doctor scowled. "In order to keep him under control, Frieza deprives him of food and anything else at that matter until he does what he's told. It suddenly became too much. He started to hallucinate and finally, when this last mission had worn him down, his body just couldn't take it any more. He collapsed. Wasted capsule space if you ask me." The doctor walked off mumbling to himself as Celia continued to stare.
When he had burst into the shelter he had taken one look at the two of them huddled on the floor and instantly backed away, fright etched into his features. Then he had said a few things in what was obviously his native tong before grabbing his head like it hurt him. Finally he had just blacked out right there. So this alien had issues of his own. She suddenly didn't feel so alone now that she knew she wasn't the only one who was suffering under Freiza's tyranny. But she did have a hard time feeling sorry for him after what had just happened to her. She walked over to the pod and sat down leaning against it, drawing her knees up to her chest.
She hated it, but she felt sorry for herself. She had watched her mother be killed, she had been raped by a disgusting alien, what else could go so wrong? Starting to sob, she turned to look at the man in the tank once more and gasped when she saw that he was awake and staring at her. Suddenly she stopped crying. She was to frightened to cry. For in the depths of those obsidian eyes, she found more pain and torture than she ever knew existed. His eyes bored into her as if trying to tell her something. As if trying to tell her that she hadn't even experienced half of what he had been through and that there was more to come. She suddenly had to wonder how long he had been here, but before she could properly contemplate the issue, a loud beeping sound emitted from his capsule. She watched as his eyes darted up to the source of the annoyance then back down at her, as the doctor on duty rushed towards the tank, clearly not interested in angering the occupant.
She knew those eyes were telling her to wait for him. But the scary thing was, was that she didn't know how she knew.
YAY! Finally man! I have so many ideas for this story that I just want to get past all this shit and go for the action! Hell yeah there will be action I can guarantee that!
Now that the two have finally met, what the hell is gonna happen? Well that is strictly for me to know and you to find out! *cackles evilly* please R&R! Thanx!