A Boy and His Dog
Background Check - One, Two
A/N: I probably will use several variations of the name "Frieza" including "Freiza", "Freeza", and (insert comedy third option here). I also spell Saiyan "Saijin" even though I know it's wrong.
ALSO: THIS STORY CONTAINS OFFENSIVE LANGUAGE. Do not tell me that a bunch of males in a military setting do not curse. It happens. It's in this story. I don't use them every other word but they are there. If this bothers you, then I really don't care. Thanks! :)
"All dead?" the prince repeated, hoping that this was all just some major, major misunderstanding.
"Yes," Dodoria sighed in irritation. "ALL DEAD. It was a freak accident involving meteors or comets or something.." he said dismissively.
Vegeta stared blankly with his face locked in an expression of horror that one wore when noticing something particularly venomous and ugly mere inches away. He turned to the large, pink man, unable to speak for a moment. "You don't even know?" he asked incredulously, and for a second he looked as if he would cry. But this wasn't a "boo hoo, my whole race is dead" type of thing. This was more like "my god, your sheer idiocy makes me wish to weep for all intelligent life forms out there, carbon based or not".
"Meteors and comets..." Vegeta looked into the man's eyes while gesturing oddly, probably from shock, "They're two different things. Two really different things. Which was it?"
Dodoria really felt like doing something both mean and stupid -like punch the kid in the stomach. He resisted the urge. "A meteor or an asteroid or something!" he said in frustration, cursing Freiza silently in his head for having to deal with this child. He hated children so very much and this little bastard was no different.
"Now it could've been an asteroid!?" Vegeta was about to go out of his mind.
The pink mass known as Dodoria flushed from embarrassment. The truth was, he didn't know the difference between a meteor, or an asteroid, or a comet. Were they not all chunks of rock or condensed gypsy corpses? (Now would be a good time as any to mention that Dodoria, the ignorant, useless cretin that he is, was also very gullible. He believed that gypsies, regardless of origin, did not die. Therefore, the word "corpse" is used very loosely. In conclusion, this dumb putz believed gypsies were condensed into giant balls and launched into space whenever it was felt necessary.) "Look!" he shouted at the diminutive figure several feet below him, "Why don't you go play 'ask a million stupid questions' with someone else, or whatever it is that little brats do!"
"Why don't you learn the difference between a giant piece of rock and a giant piece of ice?" the now fuming prince replied.
"How dare you insult my education!" roared Dodoria.
"What education!?" Vegeta shot back, but then realized, too late, that it was not the right thing to say at that moment in time. He knew this because he was picked up by the scruff of the neck. "Put me down!" the brunette demanded, swinging pathetically at the elder, his fists nowhere near the pudgy torso. He was carted down the hall where Dodoria was now, proudly, trying to make a spectacle of both of them. Vegeta had, at this point, managed to wrap his arms and legs around the thick, bulbous arm, and was attempting to gnaw off the hand that held him to no avail.
Seeing the direction in which they were heading, Vegeta bit harder and was disappointed to see that it wasn't resulting in any of his desired effects. The two large doors opened inward for them and Dodoria halted in the middle of the room where there was the most light. The prince was still struggling, but it was only half-hearted now. He was distracted by the chair that hung in the shadows. He knew who was in that chair.
"What would be the problem?" a cool voice asked from that chair.
"He wouldn't keep his mouth shut," Dodoria offered.
"Set him down," that voice ordered. It was done. "Prince Vegeta, I understand that your home world has ceased to exist," Freiza (of course it's Freiza, who else would it be?) said.
"So I've heard," Vegeta spoke, his eyes narrowing, turning into a glare as he looked at a failed version of 'The Blob', "It was a meteor or an asteroid or a comet, or something." He didn't hide his growl of annoyance. All he wanted was a straight answer. His people had suddenly been winked out of existence, and now he didn't even know exactly how or why. Dodoria reared his arm back, ready to smack the kid, when Freiza spun the chair around and spoke.
"Meteors, my dear, little monkey," Freiza, naturally, lied.
In the prince's head, he already had two arguments formed, but he knew better than to make mention of them. Firstly, those meteors had to be fucking huge and there had to be a lot of them for his people to not be able to destroy them. Secondly, he was a Saijin, not a monkey. Even as a child, our lucky Vegeta was perceptive, and he detected the lie. Unfortunately, this information would be forgotten after the series of events that follows. (Which is a great deal of years worth.) In a fit of utter hopelessness, the prince told Frieza, "Yeah? Well, at least I don't look gay."
Needless to say, Frieza was not amused.
"Dodoria," he said, face screwing up in some sort of pinkish-purple color to indicate he was flushing angrily, "You may hit him."
For once, Vegeta just sort of relaxed and accepted his fate. In his mind, it was worth the insult and injury. A large fist crammed itself into his stomach, knocking all the breath out of him. Doubling over with eyes wide, the prince couldn't help himself, "F..F...Fag..." He didn't even realize when he lost consciousness, or why.
He came to in a holding cell, and a rather spacious one at that. His body ached, and he was definitely sore from the abuse that had been rained upon him. Mumbling some curses, the prince eventually got to his feet and wobbled over to the door. He knocked on it to get the guard's attention. Some squat alien peered in through the super Plexiglas and talked through an intercom. "What do you want?" he was blunt.
"Uh..." Vegeta groaned, leaning over and bracing his hands on his knees, "So why...why am I in here again?"
"You're either really brave, really stupid, or really suicidal," the alien replied with some weird, thick accent, "You said Frieza looked gay, and to his face no less. He now wants you in here until you learn your lesson."
"I'm going to die a bitter, old man then," Vegeta thought out loud.
"Enjoy your stay," replied the guard.
Background Check - One, Two
A/N: I probably will use several variations of the name "Frieza" including "Freiza", "Freeza", and (insert comedy third option here). I also spell Saiyan "Saijin" even though I know it's wrong.
ALSO: THIS STORY CONTAINS OFFENSIVE LANGUAGE. Do not tell me that a bunch of males in a military setting do not curse. It happens. It's in this story. I don't use them every other word but they are there. If this bothers you, then I really don't care. Thanks! :)
"All dead?" the prince repeated, hoping that this was all just some major, major misunderstanding.
"Yes," Dodoria sighed in irritation. "ALL DEAD. It was a freak accident involving meteors or comets or something.." he said dismissively.
Vegeta stared blankly with his face locked in an expression of horror that one wore when noticing something particularly venomous and ugly mere inches away. He turned to the large, pink man, unable to speak for a moment. "You don't even know?" he asked incredulously, and for a second he looked as if he would cry. But this wasn't a "boo hoo, my whole race is dead" type of thing. This was more like "my god, your sheer idiocy makes me wish to weep for all intelligent life forms out there, carbon based or not".
"Meteors and comets..." Vegeta looked into the man's eyes while gesturing oddly, probably from shock, "They're two different things. Two really different things. Which was it?"
Dodoria really felt like doing something both mean and stupid -like punch the kid in the stomach. He resisted the urge. "A meteor or an asteroid or something!" he said in frustration, cursing Freiza silently in his head for having to deal with this child. He hated children so very much and this little bastard was no different.
"Now it could've been an asteroid!?" Vegeta was about to go out of his mind.
The pink mass known as Dodoria flushed from embarrassment. The truth was, he didn't know the difference between a meteor, or an asteroid, or a comet. Were they not all chunks of rock or condensed gypsy corpses? (Now would be a good time as any to mention that Dodoria, the ignorant, useless cretin that he is, was also very gullible. He believed that gypsies, regardless of origin, did not die. Therefore, the word "corpse" is used very loosely. In conclusion, this dumb putz believed gypsies were condensed into giant balls and launched into space whenever it was felt necessary.) "Look!" he shouted at the diminutive figure several feet below him, "Why don't you go play 'ask a million stupid questions' with someone else, or whatever it is that little brats do!"
"Why don't you learn the difference between a giant piece of rock and a giant piece of ice?" the now fuming prince replied.
"How dare you insult my education!" roared Dodoria.
"What education!?" Vegeta shot back, but then realized, too late, that it was not the right thing to say at that moment in time. He knew this because he was picked up by the scruff of the neck. "Put me down!" the brunette demanded, swinging pathetically at the elder, his fists nowhere near the pudgy torso. He was carted down the hall where Dodoria was now, proudly, trying to make a spectacle of both of them. Vegeta had, at this point, managed to wrap his arms and legs around the thick, bulbous arm, and was attempting to gnaw off the hand that held him to no avail.
Seeing the direction in which they were heading, Vegeta bit harder and was disappointed to see that it wasn't resulting in any of his desired effects. The two large doors opened inward for them and Dodoria halted in the middle of the room where there was the most light. The prince was still struggling, but it was only half-hearted now. He was distracted by the chair that hung in the shadows. He knew who was in that chair.
"What would be the problem?" a cool voice asked from that chair.
"He wouldn't keep his mouth shut," Dodoria offered.
"Set him down," that voice ordered. It was done. "Prince Vegeta, I understand that your home world has ceased to exist," Freiza (of course it's Freiza, who else would it be?) said.
"So I've heard," Vegeta spoke, his eyes narrowing, turning into a glare as he looked at a failed version of 'The Blob', "It was a meteor or an asteroid or a comet, or something." He didn't hide his growl of annoyance. All he wanted was a straight answer. His people had suddenly been winked out of existence, and now he didn't even know exactly how or why. Dodoria reared his arm back, ready to smack the kid, when Freiza spun the chair around and spoke.
"Meteors, my dear, little monkey," Freiza, naturally, lied.
In the prince's head, he already had two arguments formed, but he knew better than to make mention of them. Firstly, those meteors had to be fucking huge and there had to be a lot of them for his people to not be able to destroy them. Secondly, he was a Saijin, not a monkey. Even as a child, our lucky Vegeta was perceptive, and he detected the lie. Unfortunately, this information would be forgotten after the series of events that follows. (Which is a great deal of years worth.) In a fit of utter hopelessness, the prince told Frieza, "Yeah? Well, at least I don't look gay."
Needless to say, Frieza was not amused.
"Dodoria," he said, face screwing up in some sort of pinkish-purple color to indicate he was flushing angrily, "You may hit him."
For once, Vegeta just sort of relaxed and accepted his fate. In his mind, it was worth the insult and injury. A large fist crammed itself into his stomach, knocking all the breath out of him. Doubling over with eyes wide, the prince couldn't help himself, "F..F...Fag..." He didn't even realize when he lost consciousness, or why.
He came to in a holding cell, and a rather spacious one at that. His body ached, and he was definitely sore from the abuse that had been rained upon him. Mumbling some curses, the prince eventually got to his feet and wobbled over to the door. He knocked on it to get the guard's attention. Some squat alien peered in through the super Plexiglas and talked through an intercom. "What do you want?" he was blunt.
"Uh..." Vegeta groaned, leaning over and bracing his hands on his knees, "So why...why am I in here again?"
"You're either really brave, really stupid, or really suicidal," the alien replied with some weird, thick accent, "You said Frieza looked gay, and to his face no less. He now wants you in here until you learn your lesson."
"I'm going to die a bitter, old man then," Vegeta thought out loud.
"Enjoy your stay," replied the guard.