Chapter Two
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In Vegeta's mind, he saw himself cringe, remembered his fear at his actions and the consequences. Frieza stepped over him threateningly.
"Vegeta." Frieza glowered at him. Vegeta cowered down as far as he could go, pressing himself against the wall, yet screaming at Frieza in anger and fear to keep away from him.
"What is wrong with you?"
The total change of tact threw the young boy completely off balance. He closed his eyes as depression and defeat suddenly hit him, along with the pain from the beating he had just received, as his adrenaline flowed away. He slid down the wall hugging his knees and tried to hold back tears. He was the Prince. He couldn't cry.
"I want to go home." He pleaded. "Why did you take me? Where is my father?''
He looked up at the reddish/purple horned alien, who bent down to look at the young prince. He spoke in a soft yet questioning tone.
"Vegeta what are you talking about? Your planet was destroyed years ago and you know your father is dead."
Vegeta was taken aback by this and for a split second acted as any little boy would. "DEAD!!!!"
He suddenly remembered his position as a prince and regained his indignation. "What are you talking about, my father is not dead. How dare you tell me lies, I am Vegeta, Prince of Saiyans, and you shall pay!"
A look of extreme anger crossed Frieza's normally placid white and purple face, but it was erased and replaced with the usual calm, antagonising expression he usually carried. What he said next totally confused the young prince, who suspected sarcasm so he disregarded it.
"I'm sorry your highness, you are right, your Father and planet are perfectly fine."
"Do you think I care?" Vegeta snapped." Where is my father and why have you taken me away from my people?"
At this point in his dreaming hell, Vegeta's actual memories of Frieza kicked in and Bulma lost her influence over his nightmare.
Frieza hovered above him like the harbringer of doom. He growled menacingly, "You have no more people left, brat."
"I'm not a brat. I'm the Saiy..."
Frieza leapt forward and kicked the young Saiyan under the chin, sending him flying into the wall. The Saiyan groaned and pushed himself up onto his knees with his arm. He spat blood, flowing from his re-wounded mouth. The Tsufur-jin's tail grabbed him by the forearm and threw him into the air. It then re-caught him and flicked, breaking his arm at the elbow and sending him, with some force, to the floor. Before Vegeta hit it, Frieza gave him a roundhouse kick, sending him crashing into the corner of the room, face-first.
The pain and humiliation Vegeta had suffered was too much for the child to bear any longer. The tears he had dammed for so long were finally released. They dripped fast down his slightly rounded cheeks, diluting the blood that also ran down his face. He felt an immense despair fill him, and shame, even though he was a young child, at his tears. He closed his eyes and waited for the next blow. He whimpered words that he had not planned to say.
"Please leave me alone. Please, Master Frieza." He stopped, cowering. He had curled up as tight as he could, so as to provide as small a target as possible. The next thing he knew, someone had stepped up to him and was reaching out. He flinched in fear and began unintelligibly screaming. He swung a little fist out, watching the figure step backwards, even as Vegeta screamed at the person, telling them to stay away.
The figure sighed and said something unexpected. "I will not hurt you."
It was a welcome statement but was greeted with distrust. Too many years of too many lies had taken its toll on the young Saiyan, and he was now unable to trust anyone. He looked up, and the action caused more tears to spill from his eyes, tracking their way down his cheeks. He saw long, green braided hair, coupled with pale green skin and golden eyes. Zarbon. Even through the pain, Vegeta found it inside him to narrow his eyes in a baleful glare.
"What do you want?" He said, defensively, subconsciously cradling his broken arm.
"Vegeta," the accented voice sounded...pleading? "Please tell me what's going on."
Vegeta had no time for confusion. He knew that Zarbon had been privy to the little 'discussion' between Frieza and himself. Vegeta's anger simmered within him.
"You know what's going on. You saw what he did to me," He growled. "And you didn't stop him, you green freak."
Zarbon blinked, and then his face grew angry as he slapped Vegeta across the face, screaming, "How dare you insult me, you pointy-haired monkey."
Vegeta snapped. The anger he had been suppressing finally burnt its way through him, giving him the energy to spring up. The pain in his arm had dulled to a low throb, but screamed up again as the bones ground together. A sudden feeling of hopelessness coursed through Vegeta. He had been beaten; choked, told his family was dead. His emotions had been toyed with and he had been humiliated. He had lost most of his pride and he was only seven. He felt as if he watched the events that followed through the eyes of a machine that he was inside, through a window, as if he controlled someone else's body. At that point in time he would've walked over a cliff without caring. He yelled at Zarbon.
"Baka! Coward! I thought you had more respect for yourself than to pick on a chibi!"
Zarbon retreated a few steps as Vegeta slowly slid back down, still holding his unnaturally twisted arm. They breathed in silence for a moment. Vegeta had stopped crying and just sat there, staring blankly ahead. Blood continued to drip from the various wounds Frieza had inflicted and formed pools around him. He didn't bother to wipe it off.
Finally, Zarbon asked Vegeta, "How old are you anyway?"
Vegeta's earlier rage had seeped away as he sat there, and he now drew himself up as much as possible. He felt broken and bruised ribs complain, but he managed to stand up anyway.
"Seven and a half standard years."
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"Who do you think I am?" Bulma asked, curious to know the answer.
"Baka." Vegeta cried, angry again. "I'm the one that got hit on the head. How stupid can you get?"
Concern overtook Bulma's anger at the insult. "When were you hit on the head?" she asked, concerned for his welfare.
"Are you blind as well as stupid?" Vegeta yelled, extremely annoyed. "When Frieza threw me into a wall."
" You don't need to yell, I'm just trying to make sure you don't have amnesia." Bulma snapped. She was quickly losing her patience with the chibi Vegeta.
Vegeta sighed. "Okay. You're Zarbon, I'm Vegeta and Frieza is a bakayaro."
*Okay* Bulma thought. *He thinks I'm that mutating freak. * Bulma took a deep breath and tried to talk like Zarbon.
"You should not insult Master Frieza like that. What did he do to you anyway?"
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Vegeta flinched under Zarbon's golden gaze. Just thinking about it made Vegeta ache all over. He didn't want to seem like a coward in front of Frieza's lackey though. He thought back to the recent past. It bothered him a little that he had trouble remembering exactly what had been done to him. It came back to him slowly, in gasps. He related the tale to Zarbon, while seeing it in his own mind.
*He slapped me round the back of my head, sending me flying into the middle of the room. The others left. I struggled up, my head ringing and even my eyes aching from the force of the whack. I tasted blood in my mouth, oozing slowly from my bitten tongue and I sucked at the cut to stop it bleeding. Frieza approached me, hovering slightly above the ground. He grinned as I glared at him, knowing that to fight back, as futile as it may be, was to endanger the life of my planet, my people. My father. He suddenly levitated higher and kicked me under the chin. I somersaulted backwards, but he appeared behind me and kicked me into the air, then fazed above me and punched me into the ground. He began a routine, kicking me into range of his punches when I dropped too low. I eventually blacked out, but he wrapped his tail around my neck. I couldn't breathe and eventually passed out again… *
The flashback ended. He trailed off, realising suddenly that he had started crying sometime through his story and was unable to stop. He slowly exhausted himself and drifted into a deeper sleep, but not before he had attached himself to the only stable presence that had been near him in years.
All for now soz'. Come back soon for chapter three. (If we get enough reviews.) Plus, one of my new fics is up.
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