The next chapter is up! WARNING: Non-Con Touching in this chapter. Enjoy :)
When Angel woke up, her head was pounding. She rubbed the back oh her head and winced when she found the sore spot. It was then, she noticed that she was in different surroundings. She was currently sitting up on a small cot that jutted out from the metal wall. She was in a small room. It looked eerily like a cell. It was stark like one. Besides the cot she was on, the only other objects in the room was a tiny sink and a showerhead. Both jutted out from the wall like the cot.
There were two porthole like windows in the room and some dim lights overhead. It was also pretty cold in there. At the end of the cell, was a metal sliding door. Not wasting anymore time, Angel got up and headed for the door. But when she came upon it, she quickly found out it wouldn't open for her. She was officially locked into this cell like room with no other way out.
Now Angel was nervous, what in the hell was she suppose to do now? She recalls fighting Frieza and then trying to get away from him. She tried to get back to the city and warn Goku and Vegeta. When he stopped her and knocked her out. Now she was trapped on a ship, way out in space with a crazy midget tyrant. One who could do some serious damage to her, if she were to decide to push his buttons again.
She carded her fingers through her hair in frustration. Not liking that she was now a sitting duck. Angel then pressed an ear to the door to see if she can hear what's going on on the other side. It was either there was no one out there, or the door was thicker than she believed. A slight hissing sound filled the air, causing her to jump back slightly. Only to realize the door was sliding open.
When it did, it revealed the last person she wanted to see right now. Frieza walked in with a smirk on his face as the door slid shut behind him. Angel backed up with a scowl on her face. He came to a stop, a couple feet in front of her. It was funny, Angel was so use to looking up at people because majority of them towered over her. Especially, Goku and Vegeta. But the arcosian warrior in front of her was only a couple inches taller than her. So they were nearly eye level with each other.
He rubbed his chin in thought as he studied her.
"Your a Kandusai. Yet, your rather on the small side. I read they were on the taller end of the spectrum. Guess this mean's you must've drawn short straw." He teased.
Angel snorted. "I think you will come to find, most would say the same about you. Are you what they call a short order tyrant? Like your filling in until the adult comes back?" She retorts back.
No sooner did she finish that sentence, the emperor came at her fast. Frieza attempted to backhand the bold young woman. Angel quickly moved her arm up to block. She was able to block the hit. But his hit was so strong it sent her slamming into the side of the metal wall. If she were a normal human, the hit should've dislocated her shoulder or crack a bone. Instead, all it did was maybe give her a nice size bruise on her arm. Still hurt nonetheless.
Unfortunately for her, he didn't stop there. Frieza grabbed her arm and threw her down onto the metal floor. Angel hit the floor hard on her back, effectively knocking the wind out of her. He then wrapped his long white tail around her neck and hauled her back up. Frieza pulled her in close, until his face was only a few inches away from hers. By now, her eyes widened in alarm and could only think of what he will possible do to her next.
"Listen here, woman. You are here for one reason only. And that is to assist me in anyway possible, to gain access to other known universes and dimensions. You are going to aide me in finding the Daigon Spheres." He grounded out.
"Just...what makes...you think I...know where...to find them?" Angel said between gasps.
He still had a firm hold on her neck. Making it hard to breathe or talk.
He lightened his grip, letting her drop to the ground in a heap. Angel had a coughing fit before sucking oxygen back into her lungs. She only got a moment to gather her bearings. Before Frieza grabbed a fist full of her hair, causing her head to arch up. Angel clenched her teeth as her aching scalp burned.
"I have my ways, in the mean time you will tell me everything about where you came from." The tyrant informed her.
Angel's eyes widened in surprise. Which made him chuckle.
"As I said, I have my ways. Now, shall we begin?" He asks.
She narrowed her eyes at him then smirked.
"Flowers." She said.
He blinked in confusion. "I beg your pardon?"
Angel scooted back a bit. "Flowers, tons of them everywhere. Cute little stuffed animals play and frolic through them. While adorable little puppies and kitties dance around on top of mushrooms with musical instruments. And the fairies..." She paused and leaned in. "Very sexy."
A vein bulged and pulsated on the side of his temple. He was clearly unamused with her teasing. Frieza grabbed her by the front of her shirt and roughly pulled her closer.
"You think this is a game, Whelp? Do I have to continue beating it out of you?" Then he paused and looked her body up and down. "Or maybe even try a new game." He purred, while dragging his fingers sensually up and down her arm.
She struggled slightly against his grip.
"Anyone tell you, your insane and obviously sick?!" Angel spat.
Frieza gives her a toothy grin. "That would incline I have no normal concept of perception, behavior, or social interactions. So your definition of me is grossly misinformed. My perceptions have always been quite clear. Do not confuse insanity with high intellect."
Angel arches a brow. 'What is he? A walking talking dictionary?' Though while watching the show, she always got the impression he had a higher education. If his use of big words, tactics, and strategies weren't a dead give away there.
"You still can't tap dance around the fact of what you really are." She said.
Frieza crossed his arms in front of his toned pecs.
"And what is that...Angel?" He taunted.
The way her name rolled off his tongue sounded like he was taunting her again. And it was an even bigger mystery on how in the hell he even knew her name. 'Probably the same way he knows what you are and how your not from this universe' her mind told her.
"Grade A fucking Sociopath. And if you insist on talking like a goddamn dictionary I'll add to the term. You have violent homicidal tendencies, antisocial personality, narcissistic, and lack a conscience altogether. Shall I keep going? Because I was thinking about adding Universe's Biggest Dick in there too"
He slapped her for that last comment.
"Quite the spirited one aren't you? No matter, I will break you of it soon, one way or another. Either way, I will get answers out of you. And it will be a rather unpleasant experience for you." He promised.
At this point, she was having a bit of a hard time keeping her fear at bay. Probably because she wouldn't put it past this sadistic little creep to go to the extremes.
"I don't see how I can be of any use to you if you decide to beat me into a coma." She replied.
Frieza grasps her chin. "Who's to say I'll let it go that far? After all, torture is no fun if your asleep. And there are many different ways I can play with you."
Angel narrowed her eyes and pulled back out of his reach.
"Didn't think you were one for playing dress up and having tea parties." She joked.
Next thing she knew, she was seeing stars as the back of her head hit the floor. Angel groaned in pain and appeared dazed. When her vision stopped spinning, she realized Frieza was now above her, pinning her down.
"Your really starting to press your luck, woman. So by all means, keep running that pretty little mouth of yours. See where it will get you." He said, through gritted teeth.
"Even if you did manage to get ahold of one of the spheres. There's no guarantee they may work or even send you to another universe." Angel said, trying to reason with him.
"That's why I have you. I'm quite aware only a Kandusai can activate them. You will get them to work for me. Or I will make your life, how do you put it; a living hell. In the meantime, give me the information I need. And I won't use you for a punching bag or...use you for other suitable needs." He threatened in a calm, low voice.
Angel began to squirm, trying to get out from beneath the tyrant. At this point she was running out of ways to stall him from getting answers out of her. She was scared shitless but at the same time she didn't want to tell him anything about her universe. And she is not sure she can get away with lying to him again. It will just give him more ammunition to pummel her. She was wracking her mind, trying to figure out what she can do to get out of this. But Angel was coming up short each time for a solution or a way out.
Then a thought hit her. "What makes you think Goku and Vegeta aren't out looking for me? Or know where I'm at? For all you know they could be heading straight here as we speak."
A malicious smile made its way to his face.
"Oh I assure you, that won't be happening. They didn't even know I was on earth when I came to collect you. Plus, we are very far from earth right now. Too far for that monkey to lock onto my battle power." He informed her.
All these points are true. But also, he still wore the ki signature blocker wristband around his wrist for extra precaution just in case. Of course he wasn't going to indulge that information to the young woman beneath him. Angel struggled again beneath him and ended up brushing against a sensitive area on his body. It sent a slight shiver throughout his body. Reminding him it's been years since he was able to indulge in such activities. Seeing those perverse fairies strutting around him in hell for all that time didn't help either.
Angel then made the mistake of bucking up against him trying to buck him off her. Her pubic area bumped against his crotch during the move. Frieza's eyes dilated a bit at this. He then leaned forward until his cheek nearly brushed against hers.
"I wouldn't do that again if I were you, My Little Warrior Princess. Might start something you will not be able to finish. But I'll tell you right now, I most certainly will." He whispered coyly in her ear.
Her eyes widened in panic.
"Get the fuck off me you sick little pervert!" She yelled, part in fear and part in anger.
Of course, Frieza didn't listen. He swiftly pushed her arms up over her head and replaced his hands around her wrists with his tail. The appendage coiled tightly around them and she had a hard time breaking free. And he had her lower half pinned with his. With his hands now free, he can do as he pleases with her body. He bit the side of her neck hard enough to know it will leave a mark. Then his wandering hands started to skim down her sides.
"No, stop! Let me go!" She yelled.
But he still ignored her. Frieza pressed his pelvis into hers and his hands moved to her flat, toned stomach. Angel tried to flatten herself more against the floor, trying to get away from his hands. But it did no good. It wasn't until he slowly shoved his hands beneath her loose fitting top that she started to thrash even more. Unknown to her knowledge that her struggles were beginning to arouse the evil emperor. He started to rub his crotch against her clothed one with a small barely audible groan.
His fingers just skimmed the bottom of her sports bra. When a voice filled the room.
"Lord Frieza, sorry to bother you, Sir. But they need you back in the main room. Lieutenant Kikono said, it's important." The voice over said.
At first, Angel wasn't sure where the voice came from. Because she didn't hear anyone enter the room. But then the voice sounded like it came from a loud speaker. Frieza growled in agitation and pulled back. He scowled at being interrupted. But if it was important, than he had to see what it was. The tyrant leaned back in close to her again.
"This isn't over, we shall continue this later." He told her while never taking his crimson eyes away from her scared blue/gray ones.
Frieza roughly pulled back and stood up. He gave the young woman one last glance before he exited the cell. Angel quickly got up and shuffled over to the cot. She curled up against the wall with her legs pulled in tightly to her chest. It took her a couple minutes to get her breathing under control. When she did, she harshly wiped at the unshed tears at the corner of her eyes.
'I have to get the hell out of here. There has to be a way. Can't sit idly in here and wait for that sick sadistic fuck to either have his way with me or beat me to a bloody pulp.' She thought. Angel tried coming up with other ideas. After a while, she started getting a headache; trying to brainstorm all the ways she could possibly get out of this shithole. Here thoughts eventually had her shift her gaze to the metal door at the end of the cell. It made her wonder, just how strong the door really was. From there, a plan started to slowly piece together in her mind.
Guess Angel is starting learn that Frieza doesn't like games. At least not the ones she's playing. Will she be able to figure a way off the ship? Or will there be more trouble in store in the near future? Until Next Time ;)