The chapter skips a bit between flashbacks and such, so just be open to follow along to them. It's easy to tell.
Next up, Ego Brain...
Chapter 11: Ego Brain
A year later…
The spiky haired figure stood at the edge of the cliff and watched the city below. It was very similar to the village he had been in a few hours ago, which no longer existed. He glanced around, almost bored, at the small struggle the inhabitants showed from his invasion. Vegeta's cold stare only proved to them that they were no match for the army of strength the new space pirate possessed, and were only ever so slightly prolonging their demise.
Vegeta felt the cool, brisk wind flow around him as he breathed the fresh air into his system. An underlying scent of burnt ruins caused him to smirk in appreciation of his deed. "Oh how I love the smell of demolition," he sighed, "So tempting." He casually walked down the slope to the side, prepared to wreak more havoc on the world. The young spirit was gone, replaced with a monster of hate.
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As Vegeta returned to consciousness, he found himself in the familiar, cold environment of Frieza's holding cell. His vision was blurred and his injuries were still bleeding from his crash landing. He barely felt the continuous sting from his punctured lung though, and only was aware of the emptiness his final decision brought upon him.
Vegeta curled his legs into his chest the best he could and let his vulnerability show to the walls. He felt like crying but wouldn't let the tears escape. No, that would give these monsters something to use against him. I can't let these creeps tear me down. If I am going down, someone's coming with me.
The door to his prison opened, slightly blinding the dark haired boy from the light outside. Vegeta squinted to distinguish the outline of a humanoid standing over him, letting his eyes adjust. A few seconds later, he saw the green-skinned man staring unfazed back at him. "Get up," he declared, "You're going to Frieza."
To start what turned out to be months of breaking his will, Vegeta sneered and uttered, "Fuck you."
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Vegeta continued through the village, not concerned over their weapons of safety. He yawned as he realized how much of a joke this mission was, just used as an excuse to get him to stop tearing the ship apart and anyone on it. He knew he had a very explosive nature, and reveled in the fear he put in others hearts. Buildings were collapsing around him, screams echoing through the valley as they cried for their loved ones; this terror had become his greatest asset in life.
Vegeta flared up his energy as he felt bullets flying close to him, melting them instantly. The months of training he was provided taught him to be more in tune to his instincts and gave new heights to his senses, giving him a better advantage than what he had before.
He faced the terrified crowd behind him. They quickly attempted to reload their ammunition, hoping at least one bullet would catch him off guard. Their enemy in the alien armor only chuckled, sending shivers through anyone who heard it. Vegeta raised his arm and let his energy go, incinerating his target with a sadistic grin on his face. The only side effect to his torture was he became the very monster he was trying to destroy.
And he liked it.
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The days turned into weeks and Vegeta still wouldn't give in. He was healed like magic from the alien technology over and over only to be beaten almost to death every day. The urges to cause pain to others became stronger, as did his want to unleash it on his tormentors.
During the first few weeks, and in the solitude of the night did he wonder about Chester's fate. Was he able to leave quick enough, or was he captured too and kept away on another part of the ship? Vegeta felt horrible; the blonde was like a brother to him and he should've listened to him sooner. Vegeta didn't have the energy for regret though, he needed to survive.
Vegeta's pain tolerance increased steadily, much to his liking as he became emotionally detached from the world. He was purposely kept isolated by Frieza's orders, and the ones he learned were called Zarbon, along with Jeice and Burter, had no trouble obeying that.
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Vegeta gazed at his work, and with a slight nod in approval he watched his explosives level the land. "Need to save some energy," he laughed as the smoke billowed into the air. He found a new love for the bombs, causing agony in his targets' lives. He didn't think of anyone as people anymore; that would only cause him to actually feel for them. He was sent to kill the race, and that's what he would do, no questions asked.
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The weeks morphed into months and he still felt like he prevailed. Vegeta didn't see the slight changes in his attitude. He would snap at others more often instead of keeping his mouth shut; he would lash out at Jeice on many occasions in order to satisfy his need to harm the alien; but worst of all was his hatred. It grew with every day; every wound inflicted on his flesh caused the loathing to boil. It was only time before his anger consumed him, and there was no more guilt for his long lost friend.
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Vegeta sat in the ship he programmed to hover above the planet's gravitational pull. He leaned forward to get a good view of the orb and rubbed his hands in anticipation. He knew Frieza was watching every step he took closely to completely control him, and he wanted to show the leader that he took orders from no one.
"This will be good," he exclaimed happily, but added in a different tone, "if I wired them right." Vegeta shrugged and picked up the detonation switch by his side. The planet was meant to be cleaned for the next buyer, but Frieza never mentioned how barren it had to be.
The Saiyan's finger hovered over the button as he counted down mentally. 3…2…1…He circled the switch then pressed it, waiting for the light show with wide eyes.
The planet was covered in a wave of destruction, quickly annihilating the doubt of any survivors. Vegeta laughed ruthlessly as his hard work exploded so smoothly. He wanted damage, the only thing that made sense anymore.
As the flashes died down, he programmed the pod to head back to home base, waiting for either appraisal or bone-shattering thrashings.
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Grey eyes stared at the screen in sadness. The computer replayed the now nameless planet's death, earning a quiet sigh from the blonde-haired mechanic. "This isn't you," he whispered, "If only you could remember who you really are."
Chester turned back to the latest mindless project Frieza had assigned his division, something he knew would create casualties and destruction. There was nothing he could do about it though, not until he was able to reach his alienated friend. "I hope I'm not to late, Vegeta."