Vegeta walked down the hall, his mind occupied with what he'd just seen. All those marks on one body, such a small body at that. He'd never liked Frieza, and Frieza was never really know for being very kind and merciful but he'd never expected Frieza to be this rough with his own daughter.
Then Vegeta thought about how Frieza never really seemed to do any of his own dirty work. Maybe he wasn't the one who had done it to her, maybe he only ordered it. There weren't very many men on this ship that were able to do that to someone almost as strong as him, and even then, most Frieza would not trust to carry out punishments to someone that could be valuable to him.. except.. Zarbon and Dadoria!
The pink blob!! How Frieza even managed to look at him all day at his side was astounding! Vegeta could barely keep the contents of his stomach down when looking at him to report back to Frieza. 'If he ever lays a finger on her I swear I'll blast him till there's not a piece of the blob left!!!' Vegeta balled his fist unconsciously, his tailed fuzzed out in anger and lashing behind him as he walked.
He suddenly stopped and his eyes grew wide. 'That hadn't just come from me had it? What should I care if he murders the bitch!!! One less Ice-jin for me to worry about later!! I hope he kills the worthless half-breed!!!!!!! She's a disgrace to the Saiyan race! Weak and a half-bred, not to mention the fact that the other half is Ice-jin!! That only makes it that much worse!!! Whether it be Dadoria, Zarbon or even her own father! They'd be doing me a favor.. saves time for me later when I kill that bastard!!'
'Perhaps it was jus cuz I want to kill those goons of his as much as I do him..' Vegeta tried to convince himself. 'Yeah that must be it..' He continued to walk, not really knowing where he was going, not really caring. His mind was busy thinking of other things, like who had done such things to Flameandria or how to kill Frieza for it later while in his heart he was loosing the battle he was fighting with his mind. He was trying to block out what ever it was he was feeling for Flameandria but anger for her pain and humiliation kept surfacing in his heart and it was all he could think about. Revenge was always on his mind, but now it was more for some one else's pain then for strength or himself. It was beginning to scare him, how he was beginning to feel for another again, becoming weak.
He walked by a room, the door slightly open and he over heard Zarbon and Dadoria inside. He stopped and hid behind the door, peeking in to look at the two, suddenly wondering what the two fools where thinking.
Surprisingly Frieza wasn't inside, normally they two ass kissers were always at his side. His sharp ears perked up, listening carefully to the conversation
"That little monkey brat got what she deserved don't you think Zarbon?"
"Well Master Frieza had a bit of a point... the worthless brat can't cause trouble. She's not worth holding onto if you ask me. Worthless half breed. She takes nothing from Frieza, she's to weak. Must come from her weak whore of a mother."
"Yes. He should have destroyed the brat after her mother and the rest of the monkey planet."
"Even if she is his brat.... he doesn't need her, she's not worth the trouble she causes. She's irresponsible and weak, she'll always be nothing more then a monkey."
Vegetas hands balled into fists, his face beat red with anger. "Bastards!" He hissed.
" Did you hear that Zarbon?" The two in the room stopped their conversation, having heard him but, luckily not knowing it was him. Eyes growing wide realizing he could get in trouble if he was caught, Vegeta ran down the hall, making a sharp turn to the right, hiding around the corner, listening to see if he'd been spotted by the two goons of Frieza. His heart stopped beating for a minute when the door slid open and he heard soft foot steps walk into the hall way
"I could've sworn I heard something...." Dadoria looked around eyes narrowing. He walked down the hall, stopping inches from the corner Vegeta was hiding behind. His eyes narrowed more and he was about to poke his head around the corner,
"Forget it Dadoria. It was probably just a draft, or a passing soldier or something." Zarbon called from the door way. "Besides, who ever or what ever it was is gone now, why worry."
"Right." Dadoria headed back.
When the door closed Vegeta let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He slumped to the ground, his head back against the wall. "That.. was a close one..." His heart was pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears, his chest rising and falling heavily. 'Wait! Why was I scared of those two goons of Friezas? I'm the Saiyan prince! I have no reason to fear anything!'
He stood again, wrapping his tail securely around his waist. 'It's amazing those two haven't killed Flameandria themselves... The way they talk..' What they'd said played over again and again in his mind. "That little monkey brat got what she deserved " "She's not worth holding onto if you ask me" "He should have destroyed the brat after her mother and the rest of the monkey planet" His mind screech to a halt. After her mother and the rest of the planet...... Vegeta suddenly felt dizzy. He almost fell off his feet, sliding back down the wall to the floor, eyes blank and face emotionless. 'No.. I heard it wrong... I had to of...' Suddenly the story of his home planets destruction filed his head "destroyed by and asteroid" He clenched his eyes closed, shutting them to stop the burning in them. The tears couldn't be stopped. After all those years, not one tear fell, now they were rolling down his beautiful cheeks.
He could imagine it now... his father, his people, his planet..... destroyed by the ice hearted tyrant. "No.... No it can't be.." His hands balled into fists and slammed into the floor, two dents formed in the cold floor of the ship, the metal bending under the force of the blow. "Frieza!! You'll pay you bastard!!" He hissed.
Anger raging, he pushed off the floor, walking swiftly down the hall to his room. He disappeared in the darkness of his room, door closing behind him locking and blocking out the outside world.

Fate sat on the bed quietly. She pulled the sheets around her, huddling with her back against the headboard. She never intended Vegeta to find out about any of this. She didn't want any one to know. The merciless beatings and abuse. She'd suffer through them every time she was with Frieza. She dreaded coming back to this place ever since it began.
Her thoughts went back to her mother. Her mother was a beautiful woman. She could barely remember her though. She'd been only an infant when her mother was murdered. Right in front of her eyes, by her own father. She was no more then two or three at the time. It was so amazing to her that she could remember anything at all but she could. The death, blood.. all of it was etched in her memory for all eternity.
Though she was so young, she'd remember trying to help, pleading for Frieza to stop. Her cries fell on deaf ears as her mother protected her, giving her live for her only child.
From the beginning her mother had protected her. By doing so she also harmed both herself and her child. She'd carried her without ever letting any one ever know. To hide her sizes she would eat nearly nothing to not gain as much, having all her nutrients drained by the child growing within her she was always very weak. And keeping Frieza away from her was an even greater task. She'd never figured out how she'd done it but one way or another she had.
At Birth her mother had nearly died... to weak from lack of food and rest and unable to have anyone help the delivery. Flameandria had been born very weak and skinny herself. not to mention different from what her mother had expected. Her skin was unnaturally pale, especially for a Saiyan child. Her eyes looked so much like her fathers, at times, when looking into the mirror not even Flameandria herself could tell that it was her and not her father staring back at her. The most peculiar of all being her wings.... Yes.. she'd been born with dragon wings.
Delicate little things, as sensitive as her tail and just as fragile. Black as night and paper thin. Her mother was most surprised. How had a Saiyan or an ice-jin baby ended up with wings! Her mother and her had passed it off as a mutation.. a genetic defect caused by crossbreeding the two races. She was able to bring them back, within her body, to pass more for a Saiyan.
Her mother had hidden her best she could. Often she slept on nothing but a pile of close on the floor, buried as much underneath them as she could be without suffocating. She remembered her mother never sleeping on a bed when she was hidden on the floor. Her mother would always sleep next to her.
She closed her eyes and tilted her head back in remembrance. She could feel her mothers warmth, covering her cold pale skin. A wonderful heat, so full of love. Loving, caring arms wrapped around her, holding her safe from the cruel world around her. But that didn't last.
Some servant, somebody, had found her. The little ass kisser had run back to Frieza leaving her mother to die. If she'd ever found out who that was she'd see to his death in seconds, scattering his limbs across the galaxy! They'd never be able to find all of his body!
Her father had hunted down her mother. Demanding the tiny baby. Tear wouldn't let her child be like him, not as long as there was air in her lungs and life in her body!
Frieza solved it soon. Her mother had run but it did nothing.. her mother..... was hunted down. and slaughtered.

The visions came back, flashing red in her minds eye. Her mothers lifeless body falling to the ground, still clutching to her. Her last words telling her to be better then him... never give up and live on.. Then her eyes closing for the last time.
She snapped out f her memories, eyes large with fear. She let out a small cry of pain from her losses..... the worlds losses at his hands...
She pulled the earring from her ear and the ring from her tail, holding them out in front of her. Running her slim fingers over both objects, the tears that had been forming at the corners of her eyes started to fall. They'd been her mothers, the last things she'd snatched from her body before she was snatched away by Frieza and taken to become a cold blooded killer like him and his men.
She curled up on the bed, shaking as the tears flowed down her face, soaking the cold bed sheets. Everything that's happened and she could do nothing to stop it. She was fallowing him, at any time having to leave to perhaps kill an entire race at his command. She had no choice in her destiny, all of it was up to him. She prayed every second of every day, not to be like him, to get away.
For a moment her mind went back to her friends back in the Tiger clan. She'd been sent there as a young child, after learning to obey her fathers every command. Sent to learn the powers and skills of the tribe.
The attacks she'd used the night before on Vegeta were just a few of the many attacks that the Tiger clan possessed. She was still young when she was taken back, still learning. The Tiger clan taught to be at one with nature and at peace. They were normally peaceful people, not interested n teaching the art of fighting for the purpose of killing the innocent. Under the threat of total destruction from Frieza, however, they had taken her in.
She'd not been taught to kill, or crave blood the way her father hoped she would. She'd learn to live with others, with nature, and with her nightmares. When she was with them things seemed so much better. The nightmares were easier to deal with, life didn't hurt so much.
Her friends.... Her family. That's what they were to her. Family. They'd raised her almost all her life, taught her things she needed to know, what she wanted to know, what she should know. She loved them so, and she missed the forests, fresh water lakes, rivers and grassy fields. The animals, farms and flowers. The smell, of a fresh breeze blowing in her face, the suns rays on her cold skin, or the spring rain, washing away all pain and hatred.
It was so amazing to her when she first saw it all. So marvelous. The beauty of nature, life. She'd never known that it could be so peaceful and beautiful. She'd never been at peace with herself till she'd been trained by the elders, learning that life is the most precious gift anyone could ever receive , and how to make the most of it all. For the first time since her mothers death, feeling something besides quilt and pain, everything of the past melting away. Love.
She knew that those were the things her father was working to destroy in the world. Such beauty destroyed a cold hearted beast like him. Not even the fires of Hell itself could melt his heart of ice. But he was making others like himself. Continuing to destroy the beauty of life. That's why she had to stop him! Life was worth to much!
She snapped up off the bed, wiping the tears away with the back of her hand. She ran a hand through her hair taking a deep breath and looking around the dim room. She calmed her body and stepped off the bed, standing for a moment then finding more clothes to replace her cracked armor.
While looking for some things under the bed her fingers brushed against the smooth marble handle of her sword. She pulled it out, wiping off the dirt and dust it'd collected being under the bed, examining the work on the handle and sheath. The precious gems embedded on the handle and sewed tightly to the sheath. On the end of the handle, a blue, unshaped gem was placed firmly. Hard as marble, or perhaps stronger the gem could easily crack a persons head open if they were hit with it at even minimum strength.
The gem was important to her, a special one that was placed on it just for her by the elders of the Tiger clan tribe. She must have left it the last time she was here for a bit, unable to do much, being rushed back to the Tiger clan for one some reason, though she'd never found out why.
Her hand drifted down to the one on her side, a black sheath with a black marble handle. It was heavy, thick bladed and rather bulky for her, she didn't like it much, it'd been the one her father had supplied her with when she'd lost this one. She violently took it off and pulled the older sword out of its sheath, examining the blade as she inched it out.
Moving with extreme graze and skill she stood, sword in hand, taking a few swings, slowly testing it out. It'd been so long since she'd even seen it, never alone used it. It was light, slim and strong, perfect for one her size, speed and maneuverability
Happy with her new weapon she placed it back in it's sheath and placed it back at her side, where it belonged in the first place. Placing the spiked tail ring and the earring back she tossed the scouter over her shoulder, walking out the door. "No interruptions. I'll be busy for a while..."

The training room door opens and Flameandria walks in, tall and proud. Raditz and Nappa who had been inside had to turn to stare at her. They hadn't seen her look this much like Vegeta since they've met her. Her eyes cold, and set one thing.
"Get out...." Her voice was calm but it had a bit of a threatening tone to it, staring straight ahead, not even bothering to take a look at the two.
"But.."
"But nothing!!! I'm still Friezas daughter, do what I say or pay the consciences!!!! Now get out of my sight before I send you to the next dimension!" She shot them and evil glare, raising her hand steadily, a small ki blast forming in her palm. "Which one is it? Choose quickly, I'm not a patient woman..." Both worriers eyes grew large, looking at each other and swallowing hard. "Well?!!!"
Both worriers ran from the room, the door closing behind them, leaving her alone.
Eyes closed, her headed tilted to the sky, she stood in the middle of the room. "This is it. the only way to stop him." She slowly opened her eyes. "You'll pay.. for all the pain, all the destruction. you hear me? You'll pay Frieza!!!!!!

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