A wee bit similar to the prompt of Phoenix Rise, but not nearly as brutal and the torture doesn't take place over as long a period. This came to me after I started writing Phoenix Rise, so that was the inspiration.

A sharp shriek tore through the air, echoing slightly against the metal walls of the room. An orange skinned alien man with dark purple hair and black eyes smirked as he drew back the nine-tailed whip, the tails of which left small trails of blood and tiny bits of skin on the grey floor. His gaze settled on the mutilated back of the young woman before him, her arms and legs shackled so she was forced to kneel, and his black eyes, if possible gleamed. He heard a small whimper from across the room and shot a bright smile in that direction before bringing his arm back, swinging the tails of the whip over his shoulder...

Videl bit down hard on the inside of her lip to keep from crying out as the sickening sound of the teeth, bits of bone, and metal shards tied to the tails of the whip sinking into her daughter's mutilated skin reached her ears. The revolting coppery flavor of blood flooded her tongue and she swallowed thickly, blinking rapidly as tears fought to overcome her. The other alien, a yellow skinned male with bright blue locks and cat-like green eys was watching her, waiting for her to break at the sight of her precious daughter being tortured. She refused to give him that satisfaction and, even if she wanted to, she knew that Pan wouldn't want her to show weakness to the enemy.

All they had to do was wait and hold on. In the corner of her mind, the wife of Gohan could sense the swift yet subtle approach of the Z-Senshi and, a bit more prominently, her husband's barely bridled rage.

None of them had ever expected the attack, let alone for it to be so swift and thorough. Pan had been told to stay near their home, as Videl had been unable to reach the safety of Capsule Corp like the other women. They didn't expect for two of the intruders to slip under the radar, attack and overwhelm Pan, and spirit away with both mother and daughter in their clutches.

That was three days ago. In the course of three days, Videl had discovered that katchin was able to be cut, though the means of which she hadn't been privy to. The other thing was that their captors had a fetish for exploiting the bond between herself and Pan by forcing her to watch as they did unspeakable, horrible, dreadful things to her daughter. She wondered, dimly, why they hadn't done anything to her, but the answer was plain and simple.

The worst pain in the world was a parent having to watch their child suffer and not being able to put an end to it. This pain rivaled the ripping, tearing, burning agony that had torn through her chest when she was a teenager and she'd been under the impression that Gohan had been killed by Majin Buu. The presence of such pain did nothing more than reinforce the fact that her feelings for him were more than that of just friends.

But not once did she let her pain show on her face, no, she reserved only anger and hatred for them. The wife of Gohan refused to allow them to see that broken, shredded, screaming part of her that was clawing away just beneath the surface of her facade.

The whip was jerked back, the grisly teeth tore moderately sized chunks of flesh from Pan's back, and Videl felt another piece of her soul crumpling and dying within her as Pan gave a garbled mixture of a wail and a sob and her body spasmed violently.

Please, Gohan, she thought to herself, she didn't dare contact him telepathically, not knowing whether or not these monsters were telepathic themselves, please... just save her... hurry up and save us...

*P*P*P*P*

These whippings, done innumerable times each of the past three days, were, by far, the most bearable form of torture that had been inflicted on the Son girl's body. Her gaze, impeded by the swollen skin of her eyes, fell to her gnarled, broken fingers, painfully splayed on the floor and the encrusted blood that coated the tips, where her nails had been cut away, beds and all, from the rest of each finger with a serrated blade.

The worst torture, by far, was the fact that her mother had been forced to watch everything these cretins had done to her and she was powerless to stop it. They knew better than to allow her to wake up before subduing her when they'd brought her aboard their ship, and, using a special device similar to the one her father had described to her when he told her the story of how his ki had been stolen by Babidi's men, her ki had been drained away. Every time it showed signs of replenishing itself, it was drained again.

Her poor mother... She'd never forget anything she'd seen done to her, and she hated herself for being too weak to protect them both from this heinous fate. She wondered if her father would forgive her for the nightmares she'd inflicted on her mother, for she knew they'd be inevitable once they escaped from here... if they escaped from here.

They'd never be the same again.

I think that, had Phoenix Rise followed this format instead of the one I used... well, things would be much darker.