The GalaticJester BubbleWitch: Marlah? Who's that?
WiOvIx: Next chapter! MWAHAHA
Okay, come on people. I have faith in you! Harim! Think!
When its gone, you'll know what a gift love was. you'll suffer like this. So go back and fight to keep it.
"V-V-Vegeta! You're b-back!"
"Shut it, Avac," Vegeta snapped, crossing his arms and glaring at the Ocain.
"F-Frieza's been expecting you." The purple alien scurried towards the strange ship that Vegeta and the saiyans landed it, regarding it with curiosity. It had strange lettering on the side and was dome shaped-being a technician on the ship, he could tell it was based off the small space pods, but far more advanced. Whoever who designed it had to be a genius.
"Oh, is he?" Vegeta gave a bitter laugh, which seemed to put off his two saiyan comrades behind him. The prince licked his canines sadistically and motioned to Radditz, who promptly went over and pressed a small button on the ship's helm. The round ship disappeared with a large puff of smoke, and in it's place lay a small capsule-like thing, which Radditz pocketed.
"B-But how?!" Avac's eyes bugged out as he stared at where the ship was supposed to be, in shock. Without a word Vegeta turned over and his palm glowed blue. A second later a barely distinguishable burnt corpse of an alien dropped to the floor, the saiyans' eyes followed it emotionlessly. It would be better if no one saw Capsule Technology in action-of Frieza were to know about it, it would just provide one more reason to head to Earth.
Vegeta scoffed and stalked over to the entrance, head held high in a regal manner. Silently Radditz and Nappa followed, casting evil glares and anyone who looked their way-most people bowed and hurried past the notorious trio, but anyone who stopped a little longer to stare would wish they hadn't. Vegeta leaded the way, rounding the complex network of corridors and rooms before he stopped in front of a pair of heavy metal sliding doors, and inwardly gulped-Frieza's throne room.
The lizard himself had abandoned the holographic screen next to his chair and was watching the door almost excitedly, anticipating the moment Vegeta walked in and knelt at his feet. It was always sickly amusing how the stubborn and rebellious saiyan prince, his favorite pet, always got down on a knee when he entered a room without complaints, as expected of all his soldiers.
As expected, the saiyan prince emerged from the door and knelt down, facing the ground. Frieza noted how his tail was twitching with rage, and how his fists were clenched so tightly to the point his entire arms was trembling slightly. he swirled his wine glass slowly and licked his lips, already tasting the blood.
"Vegeta, how nice of you to visit." Frieza drawled, his tail swaying where it dangled out of his hover chair, and Vegeta longed to rip it from his body.
"How was... Earth?"
There was no reply, as usual, and the tyrant allowed himself a thin smile, gazing down at the saiyan with critical eyes. "Now now Vegeta, it's rude to keep silent during a conversation."
It was more of an interrogation, and the saiyan prince was determined not to let anything slip.
"What is this... Bulma creature I keep hearing about, hm?"
Vegeta said nothing, even though his life was on the line, and Frieza narrowed his eyes, ready to lash out at the disobedient pet. A knock at the door, however, saved Vegeta's hide.
"Come in," Frieza sighed, and a female warrior walked in, her long red hair flowing behind her. She brushed a few thick curls out of her eyes and bowed, giving the saiyans a very subtle glance. "Lord Frieza," her silky voice rolled off her tongue, "an unidentified space vessel was detected approaching the ship at a tremendous speed. It is significantly faster than the space pods of our design."
Vegeta's eyes widened in alarm, and he glanced back to see Radditz's bewildered look and Nappa's confused face. It couldn't be... could it?!
Frieza nodded absentmindedly, surveying the girl in front of him. She was a beauty, no doubt, and if she could not fight she would have been a pleasure slave. "Hm, Is that so? Harim, is it?"
Her green eyes glittered dangerously, and a forked tongue flitted through her lips for a split second. Ice-jins were known for their excellent memory.
"Ah yes, Harim. From the warrior race Carnisians, hn? Well tell the techs to let the ship dock, and bring out... guests here. I wish to inspect them."
Harim nodded, and left, Vegeta's eyes boring into her back. She was attractive, he could not deny, and he preferred Bulma, but there was something about her that didn't quite seem right.
Frieza turned his attention back to his saiyans, who were glancing at Harim's disappearing figure, mixed expressions on their faces.
"She's a gorgeous thing, isn't she? I would have her for myself if she weren't such a valuable addition to my army." Frieza licked his lips, making Vegeta cringe in disgust.
"Ah, where were we?"
"They're not shooting us down," Bulma blinked, incredulously. The monitor beeped, and the face of a weird green alien popped up, making the genius cry out in shock. She grabbed hold of the control panel in time just not to fall over, and the alien seemed slightly amused by her antics. By then, Goku, Gohan and Maron had gathered behind her and started peering into the monitor with interest.
"You have lord Frieza's permission to land," he started, "direct your vessel to the docking bay to your left."
Bulma blinked but steered the ship into a hangar, and immediately an attractive blue alien, green hair braided at his back, stood outside their ship. "Come," he stated, "Lord Frieza has been expecting you."
Bulma shivered at his voice and ignored his eyes undressing her mentally, following him silently. As they passed the endless maze of corridors, many soldiers in the same armor as the saiyans stared their way, but none dared step closer. Gohan followed his father closely, and Goku was warily watching everyone, a hand on his son's head. Maron fell in step with Bulma, clutching the elder girl's arm tightly.
No one spoke.
They reached the same set of door Vegeta stood in front of earlier, and the blue alien clicked the access pad. The doors slide open and the scene that greetd them made Bulma gasp and Maron pale. Vegeta was being plummeted to the ground, merciless while Radditz and Nappa watched helplessly, being held back by some large, round pink creature with spikes.
"Zarbon," Frieza stepped on Vegeta's arm, crushing the bone. he failed to get a scream, which disappointed him terribly.
Zarbon barely winced. He pushed Bulma and Maron in front of him and they fell to the floor, eyes unable to tear from Vegeta's broken form. Goku had covered Gohan's eyes, himself barely being able to keep food down, but the smell of blood made the child queasy. The demi saiyan squirmed uncomfortably and buried his face in his father's leg.
Radditz's eyes bugged out, and resisted the instinctive urge to run to Maron's defense. Vegeta groaned and struggled to stand up, his arm hanging limply at his side, staring at Bulma in shock. Frieza did not miss that. It was only once in a lifetime that someone could render the saiyan prince speechless-it was sad to say that the tyrant himself had not yet accomplished that feat. Sneering Frieza kicked Vegeta to the side, and grabbed Bulma's arm, roughly hauling her to her feet.
"Let go off me!" Bulma kicked and screamed, but he slapped her hard, causing her face to jerk to the side. Vegeta's ki rose.
"You're Bulma, aren't you?" He licked his lips. "Attractive. Blue hair and blue eyes." His gaze flickered to the saiyans, a hand still around Bulma's neck, and smirked.
"It seems Vegeta seems to have a sort of... attachment, towards you. Maybe this time I would make his scream," Frieza hissed, eyes narrowed, and tightened his hand-
"Let Maron go!" Maron stood up, pointing her finger accusingly. She had a plan, and there was only one shot at this. She had to save Bulma's life.
"Oh?" Frieza's hand loosened, and gazed back at the limp body in his hands. His eyes flashed back to the gilr, who also had, surprisingly, blue hair and blue eyes. Frieza raised an non-existent eyebrow.
"I'm Bulma," Maron stepped forth, hands crossed, "the one you want," she glanced at Goku and Gohan, begging them to shut up, "Maron is not involved in this."
Frieza was slightly shocked, to say the least. Perhaps he had gotten the wrong female? They both looked identical, twins perhaps, and it could be a trap. But why would one want to give up her own life to save another, he could not fathom. Attachments were for the weak, after all. He let his grip go and Bulma's unconscious body slid to the floor, before grabbing Maron instead.
She flashed Radditz, her mate, a last apologetic look, before the ki blast ripped through her heart.
His heart shattered. The long haired saiyan felt like death, but before he collapsed with pain he felt Vegeta's arm around him, lifting him up. The prince had made it look like he was leaning against Radditz for support, but it was in fact the opposite. Not now, Vegeta begged mentally, hold on just for a while.
Goku froze at Maron's dead body, then looked at Bulma. He just... he's too powerful. I... His gaze fell on Zarbon and the weird pink alien, who were snickering. They're all too powerful. I can't...
For the first time, he regretted coming here. He regretted bringing Gohan here.
Goku silently picked up his whimpering child and held him close, the urge to join him in crying growing larger. Radditz swayed at his feet, Vegeta gritted his teeth.
Frieza yawned. "Go back to your cage with your guests, monkeys. Perhaps I'll... play with you later.:
Nappa motioned to Goku, who stood up and slung Bulma's unconscious form over his shoulder. He bounced Gohan on his hip and gazed warily at Frieza, who smirked at him.
Vegeta steered Radditz out of the room, before Goku walked after them, and Nappa picked up Maron's corpse, following them. Frieza watched the door close indifferently.
The trip back to their cell was hard and tiring. But the moment they were out of watchful eyes, Radditz collapsed and curled up in a ball, burying his face into Maron's limp body. Vegeta took Bulma from Goku and rocked her, gently nursing the ugly bruise from Frieza that marked her beautiful face. Goku sat down across his brother in the small space, cooing his terrified son to sleep, holding Gohan tightly. Nappa sat leaning against the wall, watching the door.
The small metal door slid open and she walked in, before it closed behind her. Four pairs of eyes snapped up, growling protectively at the intrusion.
"I'm not here to harm you," Harim smiled, brushing her hair behind her ear.
"Just hear me out."