Vegeta stands alone, his hands covered in blood and dirt. His eyes locked onto the dead bodies. All of the people in the village now dead, once standing before him in fear. The irony of it all. Moments ago he was speaking to Frieza about only torture.
He had no idea... That these people would make it so difficult to obtain the dragon balls. These actions he has committed. What difference is there now between him and Frieza? Murdered. A monster.
No matter what he said before to Frieza before, his actions speak an entirely different story. Something far worse than anything lives inside of him. Something that even he is fearful of. Somethings in the dead of night when he's alone and he allows his mind to go free. He catches himself.
And now, looking around him. He closes his eyes and tilts his head up allowing the air to flow through his hair. He's tired of running. Tired of hiding his true nature. He knows how special his talents are.
"I never signed up for this."
A light gasp of air in desperation for life, the sound reaches his ears.
Slowly Vegeta turns his body and glances at a Namekian woman trying to drag herself to her dead husband. The sight of her leaving a bloody path as she clenches the ankle of her lifeless lover's body and places her head on his foot and kissing his feet while tears stream down her cheeks.
"My love... my precious... precious love. Don't worry, soon I will join you in the stars and we will be together once again forever."
Vegetas hart sinks inside his chest hearing her words. Never has he had someone to call such a word? A lover. Someone he would lay his life down for. Someone to be with forever. Instead... he is nothing more than... Monster.
"What do I do now? Should I just end her suffering right now? Or leave her to die with the one she..." No. Vegeta stops his thoughts.
All the horrible things... His life... His father. All the wars. All that he loved. Frieza took all this away. And gave him special treatment. A new suit. A new title. Creating an animal out of him.
"I came for one reason. And nothing shall stand in my way."
He marches to the woman and grabs her by the back of the neck, lifting her up and turning her to face him.
"Where is the dragon ball woman."
The Namekian woman looks into Vegeta's eyes and speaks with a soft voice attempting to appeal to him.
"Please. If you have any humanity left in you, please. Just let me die."
Humanity? Why... why should he have any humanity for her, when he himself revieved no such treatment as a young boy. Even a child must know the cold reality of life. No one gets a helping hand when they really need it.
No one comes to rescue anyone in reality. When you are all alone and your back is up against a wall. You have one of three choices in life. Run away like a coward and come back later for vengence. Second is to fight and give it everything you got in order for a chance to live. Or lastly, just do what this woman here is doing. And let the enemy kill you.
"Hah. Mercy is what you ask for? The only time I will let you die, is when I grow tired of the sounds you make as I torture you more. And then, you will die."
Vegega walks to a nearby Namekian home and slams her back against the wall. A splat of blood is left upon the clay structure as a scream of pain exits her mouth.
"Please. I don't know anything. Just let me die."
She doesn't know anything? Impossible. This village had less than one hundred people in it. A tight community like that... no one had any secrets. Everyone knows each other. Nothing should be hidden from anyone.
"You lie."
He looks at her chest and smiles as he presses a finger up against her left breast.
"Last chance. Tell me where the dragon ball is. Or I'm going make a hole in your chest."
What is this woman thinking? Surely she's not going to let him cause this much pain. Just tell me where the ball is and die off peacefully. Nothing is worth this much pain and suffering.
"I... I don't know where it is."
He grunts and clenches his jaw. He told her... He told her what was going to happen.
"I warned you. If it becomes too much for you, just tell me where it is and it all stops."
He presses his finger forward against her flesh. Her breast is soft. But before she knows it, his finger is pressing right up against her ribcage. His eyes locked on to her eyes. He can feel her heart beat rise faster and faster. A cold sweat begins to form upon her brow. Tears roll down her cheeks and blood from her lips.
"Please. You don't have to do this. It's not even here."
She closes her eyes in fear of what comes next. He presses a little harder and the sound of a rib cracking echoes in the air followed by a scream of pain from the young woman. Vegeta looking at her expression, studying her every move. Every action.
He hates this part of his job. But this is what comes with the territory. Sometimes... you have to get your hands a little dirty in order to get the job done.
"Tell me where it is then and the pain stops."
Lifting her up into the air along with himself now as he ascends into the sky, Vegeta presses his finger even harder against her breast. Making his way past the broken rib, and he starts to shove even deeper, actually touching her internal organs.
"I can feel your lung woman. I also believe that your hart right next to it."
This man... This... monster.
"Yes... that... is my... hart... except..."
She gasps in pain, her brain begins to release chemicals in order to dull the unimaginable pain. She practically almost blacks out from this torture. No words could describe what she feels. And yet... she knows it's not over.
"Except... I don't think... You have one."
What... WHAT DID SHE JUST SAY TO HIM?
"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT YOU WORTHLESS CREATURE!"
Nothing is worse than an alien that thinks it's better than him. No one is better than Vegeta. No one. Not even Frieza.
With a single motion, he tosses her to the side. Before she even hits the ground he blasts her into oblivion. Exterminating her, and sending her into the next life.
"I will not be spoken to like that by a low life green maggot."
He glides down, landing back in the village. He looks around as the dust settles. Still needing to find that dragon ball. The woman did say it's not even here.
"I ... could have left her at any time... Why didn't I? Why did I have to kill her? I... didn't need to."
He looks down at his feet, slowly lifting his hands. Looking at the blood upon them once again.
"I'm doing the same thing... the same things as Frieza. I'm becoming what I hate. This... I can't let this happen to me."