Warnings- perhaps just some language and violence, the usual.

Broken Spirits

Chapter 7- lies, deceit and loved possessions

Her eyes fluttered open, her head still aching, but duller now. For a moment she forgot where she was, looking around confused till her eyes landed on the spiky haired prince that leaned against the wall still holding her in his arms. 'He's still here....'

Vegeta, who had previously been looking to the sky, turned his head to look at her. "Ah, you're finally up. About time."
Flameandria blushed slightly and moved off of him, sitting on her claves in front of him while he stretched. "Well sorry, but you didn't have to stay here with me you know!" He came back at him, trying to forget about her earlier break down in front of the Saiyan prince.

"You rather I have left you and take the chance of any one coming by, reporting to your father and get another beating for not only destroying the room but falling asleep like the weakling you are?" He stretched his arms, yawning from the boredom of not being able to move for all the time the woman was sleeping in his arms.

"Like I wouldn't be able to deal with it! My mother was an elite dear prince, and I take my power from her...."

"And from your father?"

"nani?"

" your father, what do you take from him?" Vegeta gave a look of mild interest.

"I like to think I take nothing form him."

"I don't think that's possible. You've got to take something from each parent..."

"Shut up!" she forced herself to her feet, still a bit dizzy and not yet fully awake. Vegeta smirked from his victory over her once more and raised to his own feet, taking a look at her in a new way, his smirk growing.
"nice outfit." He smirked looking he up and down. "why don't you just wear nothing at all, you might look even better in that."

Flameandria cracked her knuckles and held back the longing to slap him, but then decided to play along with him. She gave a sexy look and moved up to him, looking up at him sexily through her hair, her cat like ears twitched on top of her head. "well, then that would give you everything you want now wouldn't it. It seems you've found something you like. hmm?"

Vegeta hadn't expected her to play along with him, on the contrary, he'd expected her to yell, maybe fight. "as if! I'm not interested in loud mouth wenches. And just your looks alone would not satisfy me....." He trailed off as she wrapped her arms around him and looked up even sexier then before.

"but you said I looked good like this, maybe better with nothing...." This game was fun. He had no idea of what to do. She laughed in her mind. 'He's never had a woman approach him in his life I bet. Then again, any woman who did probably would have been blown away. But he has no idea what to do....., has he really not felt love for this long?'

"Get off of me woman!" He pulled her arms off of him and backed away. "don't you dare do that again woman!"

Flameandria laughed but in her mind she was jotting this all down. 'he doesn't like to be embraced..... I bet he's never been held since he was an infant, maybe not even then......' Though she didn't show it she was feeling worse and worse every moment she was with him, for ever second she was finding more things he must've missed in life.

"Well, prepare yourself for the worst when he sees this room."

Flameandria looked at the door, singed and hanging on the hinges and a look around the room, blasted with craters in the walls, floor, ceiling and all the cuts from her sword and daggers that were still stuck in the wall. "bah! It's barely noticeable!" As soon as she had finished the sentence the door fell off the hinges completely behind her. She managed to keep her fake smile on for a few moments before it finally faded and she sighed, bowing her head. "what do you think he's going to do?" She said in a defeated tone.

"Depends.."

"On what?"

"If he ever finds out who did it.." He turned back to her from the broken door with a smirk.

"What are you talking about?"

He took her by her arm and ran out of the room with her struggling not fall. Her body ached and she longed to sit and sleep. "Vegeta! I can't run!"

Vegeta turned with a disgusted look. "You're a Saiyan! Show some strength woman!" He threw her around the corner, letting her smack into the wall, moving to hide himself from the main hall himself. "You better head back to your room, it'll be suspicious that you be up, I don't think they'd expect you to up for no reason."

"With the way you're treating me, I don't know if it'd be worse trying to hide it with you or just confessing it." she rubbed her head.

"Go! Get back to your room!"

"and where are you going to go?"

"They expect me up. I'll just act like I found it this way."

'A bit sneaky, aren't you?'

"are you going to go or what! I'm not going to spend all day here waiting for you to move!"

She nodded and took off down the hall, half running, half tripping. Once in her room her first thought was to plop down on her bed and sleep, even if her room was small, cold and very lonely, her body craved rest. She sat down on the bed, looking over her forearms and legs. She'd received several cuts and scrapes while practicing her move with her sword and daggers, none really deep.

Her sword! And her daggers! She'd left them in the room! They were evidence and the way her father was he'd be furious if he knew it was her that had trashed the room that much. She wasn't supposed to do anything without Vegeta's permission anyway. While he was to train her he had total control over everything she did, to an extent. Her father was still in charge of him, and over her even more then Vegeta. She'd get him in as much trouble if she attempted to save herself in the slightest bit. She couldn't say he was there or he'd get in trouble but if she said she was training without him she could be worse of then right now...

Pushing off the bed with a bit of a growl she headed out the door, running through the halls once more, running right into Vegeta. "Prince Vegeta!"

"I told you to get to your room!" He frowned down at her

"My sword! and my daggers too! I left them in the room!"

"Baka! Don't you think to take that stuff out when you leave like that!"

"I didn't even know we were going! you dragged me out! I need them back!" She pushed him to the side and ran in the direction he had just come from.

"Wait!" But she was gone, flying down the hall at impossible speeds. "dumb half breed!" He took after her. He found her inside the wrecked training room, pulling on the sword with both hands feet pushing against the wall, struggling to dislodge it from the crumbling wall.

"It's stuck!" She said before her hands slipped and she went flying onto her back with a thud. 'if I hadn't been up training all night I would have easily been able to pull it out' she told herself.

"You've got to get out of here before somebody comes and finds you!" He put one foot to the wall, placing both hands firmly on the handle of the sword pulling it straight out with one movement of his arms. He weighed it in his hands for a brief second, noting that it wasn't the one he'd originally seen her with. Breaking out of the brief daze her reminded himself that he needed to get her and himself out of there before someone came. "here! Catch!"

She caught it with expert skill, standing the instant she had it and twirling it skillfully before sheathing it. in the jewel encrusted sheath still hanging on her hip. "The daggers!" She looked around the room, finding them where she'd left them, lodged in the wall next to the door that, now, lay on the ground. Grabbing hold of one she yanked, pulling the daggers out easier then her sword but, having been in a rush she misjudged the strength she needed to pull it out and fell back once more, repeating it again in her rush to get the second one.

"You've got them, now lets go!" He looked out the door impatiently. "come on!"

"alright! Hold on prince!" She tucked daggers on the outside of her boots and ran out the door the second she stood, Vegeta on her heels.

She was almost at her room, she could see the door down the hall. 'Oh how good it'll feel to lay on my bed and rest!' She was nearly there when she saw him up ahead, Frieza! She stopped short, skidding on the smooth floor, Vegeta slamming into her back, almost causing her to fall.

He regained his balance. "What the he-!"

"It's him...." she whispered, her face blank as it had ever been, eyes staring straight, emotionless.

Vegeta looked over her shoulder. 'It's him alright' He watched the ice-jins tail sway from one side to the other as he approached. He looked back to Flameandria, the sweat gathering on her brow was enough to tell him how she was feeling, wondering if he'd found out, somehow, that it was them who trashed the room.

"You're up early, Flameandria."

Flameandria tried to swallow the lump in her throat. "We were on our way to train. I forgot something in my room." She lied trying not to think of the trashed room or what he would do to her if he ever found out, her face would give her away if she had even the slightest bit of thought about that.

"Ah, I see. I see you've also found your old sword you claimed you lost." His eyes fell on her hips where the sword rest.

She reached down to hold her sword, almost as to keep it from him. "yes, I found it under my bed this morning."

"Is that so?... let me see it."

She hesitated, thinking about something. Vegeta looked at her and then at Frieza. What was so special about a dumb sword that she'd risk her life and he'd actually want to see it?

She detached it from her waist and handed it to him, keeping her eyes cast down to the ground, never once making eye contact with him.

He took the sword, seemingly examining it. "Well, seems to be in good shape for such an old sword." Still she kept her gaze down. "And since it's so old I doubt you'd mind if I took it." He said as a statement, as though he was telling her what he was doing, not giving her a choice n the matter.

Her head snapped up at this. Her eyes seamed to be pleading with him to give it back. "Please.... don't. let me have it back" She reached her hand out for it, but didn't dare to try and snatch it out of his hands, she knew much better.

"I've supplied you with others, and it so old, you'll never miss it." He said, his annoyance level raising.

"Please.... let me have it back!" She pleaded, almost in tears once again

His usually dark smile faded and his eyes narrowed. The next thing Vegeta saw was a flash of white as the Ice-jin's tail came flying by across her cheek, the force of the blow slamming her into the wall on the other side of the hall. Shocked Vegeta stood, dumbfounded. As the Ice-jin walked past him toward where Flameandria had fallen he balled his fists. 'don't touch her!'

She pushed herself against the wall, not noticing him approaching, holding her left cheek. Tears stung her eyes and he head and face throbbed, her whole body throbbed from slamming into the wall with such force! She forced her eyes to open, once more looking at the floor, she whimpered until she saw the feet of the man in front of her step into her view. She froze instantly, daring to look up at the enraged ice-jin that ruled over her.

He wrapped his long tail around her neck, lifting her up till her feet left the ground, leaving her feet to dangle inches off the ground while she gasped and grasped his tail in an attempt to keep from being strangled. "I'm tired of hearing you, little bitch! You WILL learn your place!" He stress the word and accented it by crushing her slim throat more with his powerful tail.

Her eyes filled with fear as she gasped for more air and struggled to free herself. He dropped her unceremoniously, allowing her to fall to the ground and giving her a look of disgust before walking off, her sword in his hand. He left her behind on the ground, still catching her breath and reaching out, silently pleading for her sword back. As soon as Frieza was out of view Vegeta was at her side.

"Get away!" She pushed his hands away as she pushed herself up off her hands and knees through she was still slightly hunched, staring with anger at the path the Ice-jin had taken with her sword moments earlier. She ran in the direction with determination. "Give it BACK!!!!" She screamed as she turned the corner and the cold hearted creature came into view "GIVE IT BACK!" She tugged the handle that stuck out of the ice-jins hand.

The cold beast stared straight for a while, eyes narrowed as his anger grew at the hybrid desperately trying to pry his hands off her precious sword.

Vegeta, mean while, had fallowed, standing back as he watched the half-breed pulling at the sword fruitlessly. "What the hell is she doing!" He whispered to himself.

"GIVE IT BACK! LET GO! LET...GO!" Desperately she bit his hand, sinking her teeth deep into his flesh. She was met with a growl of anger being thrown to the ground and blasted against the far wall down the hall. With a pained cry she slammed into it with such force that she left a dent in the cold, hard wall. She fell on her knees before collapsing onto her side from pain, curled up into a whimpering ball.

Vegeta's eyes grew large, to shocked to move, to speak, to do anything but stand there. He was a matter of feet from her but it seemed, to him, that he was thousands of miles away, unable to help.

The ice lord stepped toward the sobbing child on the ground, tail swaying from side to side. He came to a halt when he was standing over the hybrid, glaring at her before picking her up by her hair, lifting her up only slightly and bending down so they were face to face.

Flameandria closed her eyes tight, tears still managing to leak there way through. She tried to block out what she was expecting, block out the inevitable. She let out a choked sob, trying to keep her tears and cries from the pain that radiated through her body bottled inside.

He gripped the tail that was securely wrapped around her waist, pulling it so she unfurled it from her waist. She gasped and bit her lip to keep from screaming in fear at remembered pain when he would use her tail to his advantage. "What was it you were trying to do, Flameandria?!" He hissed

She cracked open one eye. He hadn't called her that for so long, it was like a word that was nonexistent in his world. It was her Saiyan name, and she'd never expected him to call her that since she was taken away from her mother and given the name Chiller, the name she hated with everything inside her!

"I'm not stupid half breed!" He shook her a bit, yanking and pulling her head backwards and forward. She let out a cry as her head snapped this way and that. "I know that's what you've been calling yourself!" His grip on her tail tightened, squeezing till even Vegeta could hear the cracking and breaking of the fragile bones underneath the fur.

Pained scream echoed through the cold and empty corridors. Frieza's smirks returned as he squeezed the furry appendage till she could scream no more and just let out silent sobs as her body shook from the pain.

Vegeta finally broke out of his shocked daze, eyes narrowing. 'If I just tell him to stop he'll only torture her further... I've got to find a way to get him to let go. I've got it!' Vegeta silently walked slightly closer. He looked at the ice-jin almost loyally, what an act! "Lord Frieza, if you kill her will that mean I'm free from having to train her?"

Frieza turned with a frown. The monkey prince had a point whether he meant to get it across or not. He didn't want to kill the little bitch! That'd be to easy of a way out for her. She'll suffer like the rest. He gave her a disgusted look before throwing her to the ground and standing straight. "Sorry prince, you're not going to get off that easily today." Before walking off with the sword in his hand he gave a swift kick to her stomach, making her curl up on her side coughing up a bit of blood, eyes clenched as she wrapped her arms around her stomach.

As soon as Frieza was out of view Vegeta knelt down and pulled her to his chest, checking her over. After looking at her face show all her pain, both physical and emotional, he stared icily at down the hall the ice-jin had gone down. He brushed the hair out of her face and kissed her forehead, holding her in an attempt to comfort her. "He's gone.. calm down.." He lifted her up and carried her down the hall, constantly making sure Frieza wasn't anywhere around, if he saw him carrying her, he'd be even more furious.

She whimpered in his arms, curling up, trying to find more comfort in the safe arms. She felt something deep inside, a warm feeling. It couldn't be love for the arrogant prince! She couldn't love anyone! She didn't want them to suffer if he ever found out, if anything ever happened. Love is a feeling she couldn't bear to have...... One she couldn't afford to have and one she knew she'd never feel, after all... who could ever love a worthless, weak half-breed.........