Chapter 5: TURN IT OFF!!
"Your highness, I have run the women through various tests, and this is the end result and the mate I have chosen for you. That is, if you agree?" Bardock bowed before the King and pulled the woman down next to him. K.Vegeta looked the woman over. She was gorgeous, no doubt about it. She had deep, onyx eyes, which gave her the impression of being very submissive. She had a fine, petite body. Her black hair was sitting on her shoulders, framing her face nicely. Her features were small and delicate. The King couldn't help but notice, too, that she was extremely large upstairs.
"From what I see now, Bardock, you have chosen perfectly. I shall see how she goes, but by the looks of things, I will not need the backup. You are dismissed, Bardock, and thankyou." The king looked at his new mate. She seemed edgy and nervous. He walked down the stairs to where she stood. The King watched Bardock's retreating back, and the moment he disappeared behind the door, the King reached out to touch her. She gasped and jumped back. The King frowned. "Are you scared of me?" she shook her head. "Good. Have no need to be, for after tonight you will be my mate. What is your name, Saiyan?" he asked haughtily.
"Kartessa. My name is Kartessa, sir." The King smirked.
'Good, she still calls me sir. Not like that other wench.........' He trailed off, thinking of Vegeta's mother.
"And, Kartessa. What class are you?"
"First class sir."
"Excellent." He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her towards him. "Tonight, you shall become the bearer of the heir of Vegeta-sei," he told her, kissing her lips. Kartessa responded by pushing herself against him and grabbing his face. The King tensed, and then relaxed as she started her ministrations. "Wait," he whispered. She halted, looking slightly abashed. "This is not the place. Come to my sleeping quarters." She nodded and followed the King as he made his way to the royal bedchambers.
*
Bardock muttered darkly to himself as he walked out of the entrance hall.
"I'll be darned if she's alive for her son's first birthday." Bardock sighed and lifted into the air as he walked out onto the palace grounds. He was thinking about the King's new mate, when he flew straight into a brick wall.
"Nappa?" Bardock asked, as he almost fell out of the air.
"Bardock. I have finished the plans, there is no need to check them over," Nappa told him proudly. Bardock raised an eyebrow as Nappa handed him a wad of paper.
"Who did you pick for the squad other than you, my brat and I?"
"Er I think it was Larot and Turkan. Yeah, that's right."
"I'm impressed, Nappa. You have chosen as well as I could have. My son has confirmed with you I assume?"
"Yep, 'bout five minutes after I sent the message."
"Good, and I'm confirming as well. What about Larot and Turkan?"
"Larot came to see me just before you flew into me, and Turkan has yet to notify me."
"Very well, Nappa. I AM impressed." Nappa swelled with pride.
"I'm just going to go and see the King."
"We, Nappa. I don't think that's a good idea," Bardock laughed. Nappa frowned, looking even more gormless than usual.
"Why not?" he snapped.
"Well, I just introduced the King to his new mate and I daresay they will want to get, er, acquainted?" Nappa stood there for a moment, frowning, and trying to process the information. Bardock rolled his eyes as Nappa smirked and nodded, before turning and flying in the direction of his home. "Oh! Nappa?" Nappa turned and looked back. "Did you prepare a backup squad?"
"No, I looked at the power readings of the Akitaru-jin, and they are extremely weak." Bardock frowned and rubbed his chin. He ALWAYS prepared a backup squad. But he'd never used them; he supposed it couldn't hurt one time.
"OK, then. I guess you're right. One time can't hurt," Bardock called back. Nappa nodded and then blasted out of sight.
Little did Bardock know, how wrong he could be?
*
Radditz looked around the third-class area of town. He screwed up his nose, hardly believing that only half a year ago, he had lived in this place.
"Kartan! Kartan, guess what?" Radditz yelled, as he flew full speed towards his friend. The tall Saiyan looked up, and smiled as he saw Radditz. Radditz frowned; he hated it when people smiled. Kartan obviously realised his mistake, and the smile disappeared from his face, replaced by a scowl. Radditz smirked. Kartan looked much better when he wasn't smiling.
"Hey, Radditz my man. What brings you here?" Kartan asked as he shook hands (Radditz is fifteen and Kartan in sixteen; human years).
"Nothing," Bardock shrugged. "Except that Nappa, you know; Nappa?" Kartan nodded, his spiky hair bouncing. Kartan's hair had always amused Radditz, it looked like an aff, but instead of being smooth around the outside it was spiky. "Well, he sent me a message this morning, and my Dad said yes!" Kartan frowned.
"Yes to what?"
"I get to go on my first purging mission," Radditz told him in an off-hand sort of voice. Kartan's eyes widened and his jaw dropped.
"Really? Seriously? Like, with adult Saiyans and like, killing and destroying everything on the planet?" Radditz grinned and nodded. But to his surprise, Kartan looked neither excited nor pleased.
"What's wrong?" Radditz asked. A look of pure hatred was plastered across Kartan's face as he turned to look at Radditz. Radditz stepped back in shock. "Kartan what the-"
"Always you, isn't it Radditz?" Kartan spat. Radditz was amazed at the hatred in Kartan's voice.
"Always me what?" he asked, utterly shocked.
"Always you, getting the best isn't it? YOUR father got to become a Royal Guard, YOU got moved to the first-class part of town and left me in this hellhole, YOU forgot about me and only come to see me when you want to gloat, YOU get access to the Royal Training Chambers, YOU get first-class food and housing, and now even though you're half a year younger than me, YOU get to go on a purging mission!" he yelled, glaring at Radditz.
"Kartan, wait! I never knew you saw it like that!" Radditz argued.
"No, you were too caught up in your first-class world, that you never even bothered to come and see me! Let alone THINK of me! This is the first time you've been to see me since you moved! I hate you, Radditz. I thought you were a better friend than this." Kartan looked away and Radditz opened and closed his mouth a few times, before anger overtook his shock.
"You don't know half of it, Kartan! You have no idea why I haven't been to see you! You have no idea how it was when Buruma and Kakarot left! I would rather live in this part of town with them, than in the first-class area without them! But I don't have that choice!" he yelled. Kartan spun around to face Radditz again.
"Do you know why I don't know half of it, Radditz? Because you never came to see me, or told me! I rung your place plenty of times, but you never called me back!" Radditz had had enough. He responded, the only way he knew how.
"Argh!" Kartan was thrown forward as a giant ki blast hit him in the stomach. "Radditz you asshole!" he yelled, then, picking himself up, summoned his ki and threw it at Radditz, who rolled his eyes and deflected it with his hand. Kartan was stunned. Radditz had NEVER been able to dismiss that attack so easily. Radditz smirked at the look of surprise that crossed Kartan's face.
"Those Royal Training Facilities really work now, don't they?" This only seemed to anger Kartan more. He powered up and threw continuous ki balls at Radditz, who simply stood there. "THIS, is why I am going on a purging mission and YOU are not. You're too weak," he laughed. He had done it. He had done the one thing no Saiyan could handle. He had insulted Kartan's ego.
"I HATE YOU, RADDITZ!"
"Well, I'm not really that fond of you either, Kartan. Goodbye!" he laughed before turning his back to his ex-friend and walking away. Radditz walked quickly, but as he rounded the corner he slowed and closed his eyes, loosing his tough guy attitude. "Oh my Kami," he mumbled, collapsing onto a low wall. Radditz put his head in his hands, and felt tears well up in his eyes. He blinked them back hastily swallowing hard. 'I just lost my best friend,' he thought miserably. In truth, the reason he had never been to see Kartan was because he had been training with his father, so that one day he'd be eligible to apply for a position as one of Prince Vegeta's royal guards. His father had hardly let him out of the training room. But if he'd said that to Kartan, he'd have just become more jealous.
"I'll go find someone who's actually HAPPY about my news," he mumbled darkly, before levitating slightly and flying towards Rojin's house.
*
"OK, doctor! On with the gravity. Let's just start out with about 5 times the normal level," Gohan called, as he closed the kids in the Gravity Simulator. Dr. Briefs fiddled with some dials before finally pressing a big red button. He and Gohan watched with curiosity, the GR-Cam in Dr. Briefs' lab. They watched as the dials on the machine changed from 000 to 005, and the levitating children fell to the floor.
"They seem to be coping well, Gohan! I'm amazed," Dr. Briefs smiled happily. Bulma and Goku were struggling to get up, but eventually both of them were standing. The started walking around as though they had weights tied to their feet. Dr. Briefs increased the gravity to 007 and both the children fell down again. "Come on, Gohan. We'll go inside and get something to eat, then come back out later, see how they're doing and possibly increase the gravity," Dr. Briefs told Gohan. The old man nodded and followed Dr. Briefs out of his lab and into the main Capsule Corp. building.
Bulma and Goku looked at each other.
"Can't stand," Bulma pouted. Goku rolled over onto his stomach and started to try and lift himself up to no avail. Bulma just sat there, her bottom lip jutting out. She sat for a few moments watching Goku, before trying to levitate. Bulma got about three centimetres off the ground, before she fell down with a loud thump. "Argh!" she yelled, before lifting up again, this time rising over a metre. She leant forward and, very slowly, started flying around the room. Goku watched her, before instinctively powering up and blasting into the air, lapping Bulma several times. The played tag for a while, until Bulma got angry and blasted Goku. Goku yelped in pain and was sent flying backwards. He glared at Bulma, and pulled his hands back. She watched on in horror as he threw his hands forwards and she was sent flying into the wall of the GR.
"Meanie!" she called to Goku. She flew at him, and in no time both of were sparring hard out.
*
Recap of what happened last time:
"Don't speak to me like that monkey prince! For that," he grabbed Vegeta's tail. Memories of his father's beatings came flooding back. Then, Vegeta screamed at the top of his lungs. He fell to the floor, writhing and twisting. His stomach felt full of live snakes and he thought he was going to throw up. He continued yelling and cursing Freiza, before wondering what the hell Freiza could be doing to cause so much pain. He looked around and what he saw nearly made him pass out.
On with the story:
Vegeta looked in shock, pain and horror at the sight that met his eyes.
"How do you like that, monkey prince?" laughed Freiza as he smirked at Vegeta, "or should I say, prince?" Zarbon, who was a few feet away from Vegeta burst into hysterics as he looked at the prince, lying on the ground. Tears not of pain but sadness filled Vegeta's eyes. Freiza, Zarbon and the others looked on and laughed as Vegeta leaned forward and picked it up.
His tail.
His beautiful tail.
Freiza had taken the only thing that Vegeta had left to pride himself on. He, the Prince, was no longer a Saiyan. There was no way he could rule Vegeta-sei now, he wasn't a Saiyan, hell! He couldn't even live on the planet unless he was a slave.
Vegeta gripped his tail and looked at it, from the rounded furry end to the point where it had been severed from his body, bloody and its fur matted.
"No," he whispered quietly, his voice breaking.
"Yes, Vegeta, yes. By the looks of things you were thinking of returning to Vegeta-sei weren't you? Well guess what Vegeta, you can't go Oozaru anymore, you can't rule your planet, and you can't even live on it. Enjoy your life as an outcast, Vegeta, for that is all you'll ever be. If even by pure miracle you managed to escape me, you would be rejected by your people, yes, Vegeta. Your OWN people." Freiza laughed maliciously. "Zarbon would you escort our mutated Saiyan, no, not Saiyan; HUMAN back to his room. Somehow, I don't think he's in the mood to train," Freiza laughed. Zarbon flew forward and yanked Vegeta to his feet.
"Come with me, human," Zarbon laughed, throwing Vegeta out the doors. Vegeta allowed himself to be dragged the whole way to his room. Zarbon slammed the door, leaving Vegeta alone with his severed tail. Vegeta collapsed onto the couch, tears flowing freely from his onyx eyes. He clasped the tail, petting it and looking at it.
"This can't be happening," he cried to himself. He ran his index finger along the fur of his tail. It was cold, lifeless. Something that was so entirely a part of him had been stolen from him, when it was the only thing left. And Freiza. He had caused all this, even stooped so low as to call Vegeta human. "I'll get you for this Freiza," he yelled as tears flowed uncontrolled down his cheeks, "mark my words. I WILL MAKE YOU PAY!" he cried.
Vegeta sat there, looking at his tail, which was now sitting on the floor. He stared at it for several hours, not stirring, not moving aside from breathing. At about three o'clock that afternoon, Vegeta finally moved. He picked up his tail and took it to his sleeping quarters, placing it on the bedside table. He sat on his bed; knees huddled into his chest, leaning against the wall, and head between his legs. He cried continuously for another few hours, before sliding into his bed and sleeping.
*
Mrs. Briefs pulled up the drive of Capsule Corp, in her pink convertible, laden with hundreds of bags of shopping. She called to the robots, which then came and picked up her shopping and then taking it to her room. She walked past the GR, not hearing the sounds of Bulma and Goku sparring, then walked straight into the main building.
"Hello honey," she greeted as she saw Gohan and her husband sitting at the table drinking coffee. "Where are the kids?" Dr. Briefs and Gohan visible tensed.
"Er, well umm er um we er um," Gohan stuttered. Mrs. Briefs gasped and clapped her hands to her mouth, before running back out the door screaming.
"Oh, kuso," Dr. Briefs whispered.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Dr. Briefs and Gohan covered their ears. "TURN THIS MACHINE OFF RIGHT NOW!" she screeched. Dr. Briefs ran to his lab and saw his wife looking through the GR-Cam. Dr. Briefs was shocked. Bulma and Goku were flying around shooting strange balls of light at each other. They were moving faster than his naked eye could see and he was amazed.
"Hold on, Bunny dear. I just want to get a power reading on them," Dr. Briefs yelled over his wife's screaming. Mrs. Briefs swelled up with inexpressible anger.
"You will do nothing of the sort!" she screamed. Dr. Briefs ignored her and turned on the power reading machine.
"Holy kuso, Gohan! Look!" he called to the old man, who came tottering over to look at the screen. Gohan gasped, then frowned and looked back to the fighting children on the screen.
"TURN IT OFF!" Mrs. Briefs screeched. Dr. Briefs continued to boycott her, and did the exact opposite, in turning the gravity up to 010. Gohan smirked. Bulma and Goku fell to the ground, struggling to get up. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO THEM?" Screamed Mrs. Briefs.
"I just turned the gravity up, they'll be fine, watch. And please quit the screaming," Dr. Briefs told her. This only seemed to anger her more and she screamed louder than before, but stopped abruptly as Goku and Bulma launched once more into the air. "See?" he asked, "they're fine, they get used to it. And it improves their strength. Look, we shall leave them to it, and then return in fifteen minutes to see their progress." He put an arm around his shaking wife and led her inside. Gohan followed them, muttering about stupid woman and weak men.
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Next Chapter: Bulma and Goku have their first Oozaru experience, what happens between the king and Kartessa? How will the purging mission go? Will Radditz and Kartan make up? Will Mrs. Briefs see sense in Bulma and Goku's training and how will Vegeta cope with the loss of his most prized possession?
Author's Note: Sorry this chapter was so short (actually it was only a page shorter than my usual eight) but I got really stuck, and I couldn't bring in another idea otherwise it would be 14 pages long! Do you guys think (what happens with the king and Kartessa) well should I do a lemon? Or just leave it up to your wicked sick minds to create your own image? OK, well R&R please! Thanks for the response to past chapters, but I was hoping you could get me past 25 reviews. Is that too much to ask?
Kaibun
"Your highness, I have run the women through various tests, and this is the end result and the mate I have chosen for you. That is, if you agree?" Bardock bowed before the King and pulled the woman down next to him. K.Vegeta looked the woman over. She was gorgeous, no doubt about it. She had deep, onyx eyes, which gave her the impression of being very submissive. She had a fine, petite body. Her black hair was sitting on her shoulders, framing her face nicely. Her features were small and delicate. The King couldn't help but notice, too, that she was extremely large upstairs.
"From what I see now, Bardock, you have chosen perfectly. I shall see how she goes, but by the looks of things, I will not need the backup. You are dismissed, Bardock, and thankyou." The king looked at his new mate. She seemed edgy and nervous. He walked down the stairs to where she stood. The King watched Bardock's retreating back, and the moment he disappeared behind the door, the King reached out to touch her. She gasped and jumped back. The King frowned. "Are you scared of me?" she shook her head. "Good. Have no need to be, for after tonight you will be my mate. What is your name, Saiyan?" he asked haughtily.
"Kartessa. My name is Kartessa, sir." The King smirked.
'Good, she still calls me sir. Not like that other wench.........' He trailed off, thinking of Vegeta's mother.
"And, Kartessa. What class are you?"
"First class sir."
"Excellent." He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her towards him. "Tonight, you shall become the bearer of the heir of Vegeta-sei," he told her, kissing her lips. Kartessa responded by pushing herself against him and grabbing his face. The King tensed, and then relaxed as she started her ministrations. "Wait," he whispered. She halted, looking slightly abashed. "This is not the place. Come to my sleeping quarters." She nodded and followed the King as he made his way to the royal bedchambers.
*
Bardock muttered darkly to himself as he walked out of the entrance hall.
"I'll be darned if she's alive for her son's first birthday." Bardock sighed and lifted into the air as he walked out onto the palace grounds. He was thinking about the King's new mate, when he flew straight into a brick wall.
"Nappa?" Bardock asked, as he almost fell out of the air.
"Bardock. I have finished the plans, there is no need to check them over," Nappa told him proudly. Bardock raised an eyebrow as Nappa handed him a wad of paper.
"Who did you pick for the squad other than you, my brat and I?"
"Er I think it was Larot and Turkan. Yeah, that's right."
"I'm impressed, Nappa. You have chosen as well as I could have. My son has confirmed with you I assume?"
"Yep, 'bout five minutes after I sent the message."
"Good, and I'm confirming as well. What about Larot and Turkan?"
"Larot came to see me just before you flew into me, and Turkan has yet to notify me."
"Very well, Nappa. I AM impressed." Nappa swelled with pride.
"I'm just going to go and see the King."
"We, Nappa. I don't think that's a good idea," Bardock laughed. Nappa frowned, looking even more gormless than usual.
"Why not?" he snapped.
"Well, I just introduced the King to his new mate and I daresay they will want to get, er, acquainted?" Nappa stood there for a moment, frowning, and trying to process the information. Bardock rolled his eyes as Nappa smirked and nodded, before turning and flying in the direction of his home. "Oh! Nappa?" Nappa turned and looked back. "Did you prepare a backup squad?"
"No, I looked at the power readings of the Akitaru-jin, and they are extremely weak." Bardock frowned and rubbed his chin. He ALWAYS prepared a backup squad. But he'd never used them; he supposed it couldn't hurt one time.
"OK, then. I guess you're right. One time can't hurt," Bardock called back. Nappa nodded and then blasted out of sight.
Little did Bardock know, how wrong he could be?
*
Radditz looked around the third-class area of town. He screwed up his nose, hardly believing that only half a year ago, he had lived in this place.
"Kartan! Kartan, guess what?" Radditz yelled, as he flew full speed towards his friend. The tall Saiyan looked up, and smiled as he saw Radditz. Radditz frowned; he hated it when people smiled. Kartan obviously realised his mistake, and the smile disappeared from his face, replaced by a scowl. Radditz smirked. Kartan looked much better when he wasn't smiling.
"Hey, Radditz my man. What brings you here?" Kartan asked as he shook hands (Radditz is fifteen and Kartan in sixteen; human years).
"Nothing," Bardock shrugged. "Except that Nappa, you know; Nappa?" Kartan nodded, his spiky hair bouncing. Kartan's hair had always amused Radditz, it looked like an aff, but instead of being smooth around the outside it was spiky. "Well, he sent me a message this morning, and my Dad said yes!" Kartan frowned.
"Yes to what?"
"I get to go on my first purging mission," Radditz told him in an off-hand sort of voice. Kartan's eyes widened and his jaw dropped.
"Really? Seriously? Like, with adult Saiyans and like, killing and destroying everything on the planet?" Radditz grinned and nodded. But to his surprise, Kartan looked neither excited nor pleased.
"What's wrong?" Radditz asked. A look of pure hatred was plastered across Kartan's face as he turned to look at Radditz. Radditz stepped back in shock. "Kartan what the-"
"Always you, isn't it Radditz?" Kartan spat. Radditz was amazed at the hatred in Kartan's voice.
"Always me what?" he asked, utterly shocked.
"Always you, getting the best isn't it? YOUR father got to become a Royal Guard, YOU got moved to the first-class part of town and left me in this hellhole, YOU forgot about me and only come to see me when you want to gloat, YOU get access to the Royal Training Chambers, YOU get first-class food and housing, and now even though you're half a year younger than me, YOU get to go on a purging mission!" he yelled, glaring at Radditz.
"Kartan, wait! I never knew you saw it like that!" Radditz argued.
"No, you were too caught up in your first-class world, that you never even bothered to come and see me! Let alone THINK of me! This is the first time you've been to see me since you moved! I hate you, Radditz. I thought you were a better friend than this." Kartan looked away and Radditz opened and closed his mouth a few times, before anger overtook his shock.
"You don't know half of it, Kartan! You have no idea why I haven't been to see you! You have no idea how it was when Buruma and Kakarot left! I would rather live in this part of town with them, than in the first-class area without them! But I don't have that choice!" he yelled. Kartan spun around to face Radditz again.
"Do you know why I don't know half of it, Radditz? Because you never came to see me, or told me! I rung your place plenty of times, but you never called me back!" Radditz had had enough. He responded, the only way he knew how.
"Argh!" Kartan was thrown forward as a giant ki blast hit him in the stomach. "Radditz you asshole!" he yelled, then, picking himself up, summoned his ki and threw it at Radditz, who rolled his eyes and deflected it with his hand. Kartan was stunned. Radditz had NEVER been able to dismiss that attack so easily. Radditz smirked at the look of surprise that crossed Kartan's face.
"Those Royal Training Facilities really work now, don't they?" This only seemed to anger Kartan more. He powered up and threw continuous ki balls at Radditz, who simply stood there. "THIS, is why I am going on a purging mission and YOU are not. You're too weak," he laughed. He had done it. He had done the one thing no Saiyan could handle. He had insulted Kartan's ego.
"I HATE YOU, RADDITZ!"
"Well, I'm not really that fond of you either, Kartan. Goodbye!" he laughed before turning his back to his ex-friend and walking away. Radditz walked quickly, but as he rounded the corner he slowed and closed his eyes, loosing his tough guy attitude. "Oh my Kami," he mumbled, collapsing onto a low wall. Radditz put his head in his hands, and felt tears well up in his eyes. He blinked them back hastily swallowing hard. 'I just lost my best friend,' he thought miserably. In truth, the reason he had never been to see Kartan was because he had been training with his father, so that one day he'd be eligible to apply for a position as one of Prince Vegeta's royal guards. His father had hardly let him out of the training room. But if he'd said that to Kartan, he'd have just become more jealous.
"I'll go find someone who's actually HAPPY about my news," he mumbled darkly, before levitating slightly and flying towards Rojin's house.
*
"OK, doctor! On with the gravity. Let's just start out with about 5 times the normal level," Gohan called, as he closed the kids in the Gravity Simulator. Dr. Briefs fiddled with some dials before finally pressing a big red button. He and Gohan watched with curiosity, the GR-Cam in Dr. Briefs' lab. They watched as the dials on the machine changed from 000 to 005, and the levitating children fell to the floor.
"They seem to be coping well, Gohan! I'm amazed," Dr. Briefs smiled happily. Bulma and Goku were struggling to get up, but eventually both of them were standing. The started walking around as though they had weights tied to their feet. Dr. Briefs increased the gravity to 007 and both the children fell down again. "Come on, Gohan. We'll go inside and get something to eat, then come back out later, see how they're doing and possibly increase the gravity," Dr. Briefs told Gohan. The old man nodded and followed Dr. Briefs out of his lab and into the main Capsule Corp. building.
Bulma and Goku looked at each other.
"Can't stand," Bulma pouted. Goku rolled over onto his stomach and started to try and lift himself up to no avail. Bulma just sat there, her bottom lip jutting out. She sat for a few moments watching Goku, before trying to levitate. Bulma got about three centimetres off the ground, before she fell down with a loud thump. "Argh!" she yelled, before lifting up again, this time rising over a metre. She leant forward and, very slowly, started flying around the room. Goku watched her, before instinctively powering up and blasting into the air, lapping Bulma several times. The played tag for a while, until Bulma got angry and blasted Goku. Goku yelped in pain and was sent flying backwards. He glared at Bulma, and pulled his hands back. She watched on in horror as he threw his hands forwards and she was sent flying into the wall of the GR.
"Meanie!" she called to Goku. She flew at him, and in no time both of were sparring hard out.
*
Recap of what happened last time:
"Don't speak to me like that monkey prince! For that," he grabbed Vegeta's tail. Memories of his father's beatings came flooding back. Then, Vegeta screamed at the top of his lungs. He fell to the floor, writhing and twisting. His stomach felt full of live snakes and he thought he was going to throw up. He continued yelling and cursing Freiza, before wondering what the hell Freiza could be doing to cause so much pain. He looked around and what he saw nearly made him pass out.
On with the story:
Vegeta looked in shock, pain and horror at the sight that met his eyes.
"How do you like that, monkey prince?" laughed Freiza as he smirked at Vegeta, "or should I say, prince?" Zarbon, who was a few feet away from Vegeta burst into hysterics as he looked at the prince, lying on the ground. Tears not of pain but sadness filled Vegeta's eyes. Freiza, Zarbon and the others looked on and laughed as Vegeta leaned forward and picked it up.
His tail.
His beautiful tail.
Freiza had taken the only thing that Vegeta had left to pride himself on. He, the Prince, was no longer a Saiyan. There was no way he could rule Vegeta-sei now, he wasn't a Saiyan, hell! He couldn't even live on the planet unless he was a slave.
Vegeta gripped his tail and looked at it, from the rounded furry end to the point where it had been severed from his body, bloody and its fur matted.
"No," he whispered quietly, his voice breaking.
"Yes, Vegeta, yes. By the looks of things you were thinking of returning to Vegeta-sei weren't you? Well guess what Vegeta, you can't go Oozaru anymore, you can't rule your planet, and you can't even live on it. Enjoy your life as an outcast, Vegeta, for that is all you'll ever be. If even by pure miracle you managed to escape me, you would be rejected by your people, yes, Vegeta. Your OWN people." Freiza laughed maliciously. "Zarbon would you escort our mutated Saiyan, no, not Saiyan; HUMAN back to his room. Somehow, I don't think he's in the mood to train," Freiza laughed. Zarbon flew forward and yanked Vegeta to his feet.
"Come with me, human," Zarbon laughed, throwing Vegeta out the doors. Vegeta allowed himself to be dragged the whole way to his room. Zarbon slammed the door, leaving Vegeta alone with his severed tail. Vegeta collapsed onto the couch, tears flowing freely from his onyx eyes. He clasped the tail, petting it and looking at it.
"This can't be happening," he cried to himself. He ran his index finger along the fur of his tail. It was cold, lifeless. Something that was so entirely a part of him had been stolen from him, when it was the only thing left. And Freiza. He had caused all this, even stooped so low as to call Vegeta human. "I'll get you for this Freiza," he yelled as tears flowed uncontrolled down his cheeks, "mark my words. I WILL MAKE YOU PAY!" he cried.
Vegeta sat there, looking at his tail, which was now sitting on the floor. He stared at it for several hours, not stirring, not moving aside from breathing. At about three o'clock that afternoon, Vegeta finally moved. He picked up his tail and took it to his sleeping quarters, placing it on the bedside table. He sat on his bed; knees huddled into his chest, leaning against the wall, and head between his legs. He cried continuously for another few hours, before sliding into his bed and sleeping.
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Mrs. Briefs pulled up the drive of Capsule Corp, in her pink convertible, laden with hundreds of bags of shopping. She called to the robots, which then came and picked up her shopping and then taking it to her room. She walked past the GR, not hearing the sounds of Bulma and Goku sparring, then walked straight into the main building.
"Hello honey," she greeted as she saw Gohan and her husband sitting at the table drinking coffee. "Where are the kids?" Dr. Briefs and Gohan visible tensed.
"Er, well umm er um we er um," Gohan stuttered. Mrs. Briefs gasped and clapped her hands to her mouth, before running back out the door screaming.
"Oh, kuso," Dr. Briefs whispered.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Dr. Briefs and Gohan covered their ears. "TURN THIS MACHINE OFF RIGHT NOW!" she screeched. Dr. Briefs ran to his lab and saw his wife looking through the GR-Cam. Dr. Briefs was shocked. Bulma and Goku were flying around shooting strange balls of light at each other. They were moving faster than his naked eye could see and he was amazed.
"Hold on, Bunny dear. I just want to get a power reading on them," Dr. Briefs yelled over his wife's screaming. Mrs. Briefs swelled up with inexpressible anger.
"You will do nothing of the sort!" she screamed. Dr. Briefs ignored her and turned on the power reading machine.
"Holy kuso, Gohan! Look!" he called to the old man, who came tottering over to look at the screen. Gohan gasped, then frowned and looked back to the fighting children on the screen.
"TURN IT OFF!" Mrs. Briefs screeched. Dr. Briefs continued to boycott her, and did the exact opposite, in turning the gravity up to 010. Gohan smirked. Bulma and Goku fell to the ground, struggling to get up. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO THEM?" Screamed Mrs. Briefs.
"I just turned the gravity up, they'll be fine, watch. And please quit the screaming," Dr. Briefs told her. This only seemed to anger her more and she screamed louder than before, but stopped abruptly as Goku and Bulma launched once more into the air. "See?" he asked, "they're fine, they get used to it. And it improves their strength. Look, we shall leave them to it, and then return in fifteen minutes to see their progress." He put an arm around his shaking wife and led her inside. Gohan followed them, muttering about stupid woman and weak men.
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Next Chapter: Bulma and Goku have their first Oozaru experience, what happens between the king and Kartessa? How will the purging mission go? Will Radditz and Kartan make up? Will Mrs. Briefs see sense in Bulma and Goku's training and how will Vegeta cope with the loss of his most prized possession?
Author's Note: Sorry this chapter was so short (actually it was only a page shorter than my usual eight) but I got really stuck, and I couldn't bring in another idea otherwise it would be 14 pages long! Do you guys think (what happens with the king and Kartessa) well should I do a lemon? Or just leave it up to your wicked sick minds to create your own image? OK, well R&R please! Thanks for the response to past chapters, but I was hoping you could get me past 25 reviews. Is that too much to ask?
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