Madness in love, reason in madness
By Zogeta
Chapter one: No better than FriezaKi damping chains. I was hoping I'd never see these again. My wrists will always have a scar around them and my ankles too, from being encircled by these manacles. Frieza loved these things. He used them to keep me subdued, to keep me weak and pliable. The day I turned twelve, on my birthday, Frieza stopped beating me.
He began torturing me.
He used to call me to his chambers. I had no choice but to go; Zarbon used to march me there. He was stronger than me for so many years. Frieza would smile as I walked in, trying so hard to not provoke him. Other days, I would push my luck and fight with him. Whatever path I took, the end was the same. I would get chained to the wall, at Frieza's eye level, ankles and wrists secured, legs apart and arms above my head.
By my eighteenth birthday, I eventually stopped feeling the pain. The bitemarks that bastard left on my shoulders...The blood running down the back of my thighs becoming an all too familiar feeling. Then being handed over to Zarbon, like a left over. I learnt to block it out. But the physical scars would still be there when I went to bed at night. The emotional ones are still with me, ugly wounds that scrape across my soul.
And it's happening again. But this time, they tell me its for my own good. Bullshit. It's to protect them from me. Ever since I tried to kill the Namek they call Piccolo, I've been here. In a bare room, with drips in my wrists to keep me alive, chained right up against a hard wall, ki dampers on my wrists and ankles. There's even one huge manacle around my waist, just to be on the safe side. Me, the terror of Earth, how flattering. I look like some crucified puppet.
It's been about three months now that I've been this way. My muscles are so cramped that they've stopped functioning, because they won't let me walk around. They don't trust me. They're scared that I'll kill them.
They have every right to be scared. If I could get free I'd annihilate this worthless fucking planet. All I ever wanted was revenge.
I want to kill the Namek and Kakarot because they murdered my mate. Raditz was the only one that cared about me. He'd always look after me after every beating from Frieza. He'd get us as many assignments as possible to get us out of that space ship. He was the only love I've ever had in my whole life. He was the only one that cared if I lived or died. I had to hide our bite mark, our bond. If Frieza found out, he'd slaughter Raditz. Instead of doing it on my shoulder, he bit my wrist, which was hidden by manacles and under my gloves. Frieza would have been livid if he found out that another was touching me, his lovely little prince.
Raditz was all I ever had. He would just hold me and make me feel safe. He would hide me from Zarbon when he could, shoving me into a regen tank or into a nearby packing crate. It only worked if Zarbon didn't have a scouter. I only managed to get away a few times. But those few reprieves gave me time to heal before the next trip into hell.
I pleaded with him to not go to look for Kakarot by himself. I told him to take me with him. But he was stubborn, and left while I was in a regen tank, unable to stop him. I'll never forgive myself for letting him go. He died, and I have every God-given right to avenge him. These pathetic humans with their pitiful morals. If someone killed their mates, they'd also want revenge. Underneath, they're all like me. So, when I tried to kill the Namek, they managed to knock me out (they all ganged up on me) and when I woke up, I was here…chained to a wall like an animal waiting to be shot. What sickens me is that they act so damn noble. The great humanitarian Kakarot came up with the idea. The woman with the blue hair said that I should at least be able to walk around, but the Namek scum said that it would be too much of a risk. Some scientists came in the other day; they want to experiment on me, see how I work, and how they can replicate it. But the blue haired one told them to leave. She's the only one that cares. She brings me decent food, a welcome change from being fed though a needle. Late at night, when everyone is asleep, she sits with me. I don't talk to her, but I'm glad of the company. She's pleaded with Kakarot and everyone involved in this torture to let me walk around. I know she's scared of me in some way, but I would not harm her. She is the only one I would spare.
I will not beg. I will not plead with them. I've already been robbed of my dignity and honour. But they will not take my pride. Sitting there with self-satisfied smirks on their faces like sharks eyeing a school of fish. All of them helped Kakarot; the short bald one, the scarred one that loves the blue haired woman, and that fucking bastard Namek. My skin is bleeding from being rubbed against the manacles; I can't even summon enough energy to keep myself warm. My life force is kept at a bare minimum and my energy level is about the same as a human infant's. It's degrading. But I will never beg. I will not give them that satisfaction. I'd kill myself before I did that.
The great fucking Kakarot. Three long months of immobility, of constant pain that rakes through my body like poisoned claws. Making sure that I can never get stronger than he can. My hair flashed golden while I tried to rip the Namek's head off. I was so close to super saiyan. He's afraid. They're all so afraid. I've lost my freedom, my dignity, my ki, and my mate. This is just the way he wants me. Broken, weak. He's no better than Frieza.