Author's Notes: Ok WOW it has been WAAAAY too long since I've updated this. I'm so sorry I made ya'll wait this long for an update but I sincerely hope this chapter I worth the wait. As always feel free to review or critique and I PROMISE I won't make ya'll wait that long again. *Shuffles to the corner in shame*

Warning: dark content up ahead

Bulma couldn't believe her eyes. Dr. Briefs was roughly shoved forward and he fell to his knees right next to her. His face bore several bruises and a busted lip, his clothes ripped and disheveled. He looked as though he hasn't slept in days with large bags beneath his weary eyes. And his skin was an unhealthy shade of yellow.

But he was alive. Her father was alive!

Dr. Briefs seemed to be in a state of shock , not quite believing his daughter is laying a mere foot away from him. His bright blue eyes slowly widen and glisten with tears. He reaches tentatively out to her.

"B-Bulma?"

Fighting her pain and daze, Bulma raises herself up and reaches her uninjured arm to him. Her father pulls her into a tight hug, earning a stifled scream from Bulma. Their tears simultaneously rolling down their cheeks.

Standing over them, Frieza looks on gleefully.

"Yes…it seems your father was one of the leaders of the resistance, providing their pathetic forces with weapons," he mused aloud.

Bulma pulled away a little to ask her father the question she already feared she knew the answer to.

"Mom…? Is she…?" she asked, searching his face. Her father's eyes closed in sadness and shook his head. Fighting the strangled sobs that escaped his lips.

Bulma felt as though a dagger was thrust into her heart. Even though she had prepared to never see her parents again, receiving the news of her mother's death was too much to bear.

Bulma let out a piercing scream when two hands wrenched her away from her father and force her to stand up. Her pain was unbearable and she felt her legs grow weak and threaten to collapse on her. But the hands gripped her upper arms tightly and Frieza pulled her back against him. At their feet, Dr. Brief's face contorts into anger and he lunges for them.

"You son of a bitch! Let her go!"

Zarbon quickly reacts and sends a wide kick to the side of the scientist's head. His body crumpled immediately at Bulma's feet.

"No!" Bulma yelled as she reached for her father's unmoving body. But Frieza applied the slightest bit of pressure and wracked her with agony once more.

"Now, now…what use would I have for your father's corpse?" Frieza questioned behind her. If she wasn't on the verge of passing out, Bulma's skin would be crawling at being pressed against this monster. Frieza leers and leans into her to whisper in her ear.

"I should really thank you…if it weren't for you, I never would have found another able bodied scientist. It was very fortunate that we stumbled upon your father's group. And then when the old fool was sobbing over his dead mate, he mentioned the name of his only child."

He chuckled, feeling Bulma tense up in his hands and pressed his dark lips to her ear.

"I think you can guess who. It seems Bulma is not a very common name."

Bulma's eyes widened and her mouth opened in a silent gasp.

She was the one that condemned her father to this. It was all her fault! Yes he was alive, but what kind of life is this?

"P-Please…don't hurt him," the young woman said weakly, tears falling down her face. Frieza chuckled once more.

"That, my dear, is entirely up to you. I will not hesitate to paint the walls with his blood if I feel you are disobedient."

Bulma let her head drop, her misery painted on her face. Glee flashed in the tyrant's scarlet eyes.

"Do we have an understanding?"

Bulma nodded weakly, her vision beginning to darken, "Yes." She winced when Frieza applied more pressure on her arms.

"Yes what?"

"Yes…Lord Frieza."

Her pain finally consumed her and she succumbed to the darkness, the sound of Frieza's merciless cackle ringing in her ears.

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"Tighten your grip Nappa. I don't think he understands," Vegeta stated coldly, watching Nappa curl his fingers tighter around the Emperor's throat. His three bright eyes bulged out of his head and he gasped and sputtered, struggling to breathe. Behind him, Vegeta could hear the Shikkarian's mate and younglings whimpering in terror. Radditz stood next to them, flexing and watching them carefully, just daring them to make a move. The Saiyan prince rolled his eyes.

The timid translator was shaking, clearly unsure of what to do or say. The prince hated to rely on translators, but until the Shikkarian language was added to the Cold Empire technology, it would have to do. Vegeta turns and regards the translator impassively.

"Tell him Frieza is tired of waiting. Send two hundred of your strongest soldiers to swear allegiance. Do this and just maybe your planet will remain in one piece," he growls.

The feeble Shikkarian listened intently, sweat lining his brow as he turned and spoke to his emperor in a variety of clicks and pops. Nappa loosened his fingers from the Emperor's throat, but only slightly so that the Emperor could voice his reply. Vegeta could not help but notice that the Emperor's tone seemed less than submissive. The translator looked nervous when he turned back to Vegeta.

"He…he says the planet Shikk can offer no more soldiers. We have enemies far greater than Lord Frieza and…we will not be left defenseless."

Vegeta said nothing, his face remained calm and collected. He looked to Nappa and gave a curt nod.

The burly Saiyan quickly snapped the Emperor's arm in half, shattering the bones with a sickening crack. The high Shikkarian screamed in agony, clutching his mangled arm. His frightened family voiced their cries of mercy with frantic clicks and whimpers.

"These enemies you speak of are nothing compared to Frieza and his armies. If he sees fit, Frieza will destroy any who oppose him. Including you and your pathetic planet if you don't wise up." Vegeta states in an authoritative manner.

The Emperor glares at the Saiyan prince, uttering guttural clicks and mumblings. Even through his pain, the Shikkarian seemed to only grow more angry and stubborn. Vegeta watched with an almost bored expression. The Emperor continued to speak in an angry tone, despite holding his injured appendage. When he was finished rambling, he gestured to the translator to inform the prince of what was just spoken. His servant's eyes widened fearfully and he swallowed hard before continuing.

"He…he says that his pain will not bring you what you want. We will not give you anymore soldiers and….that you filthy monkeys have no honor to serve one such as Lord Frieza," the translator reports in a feeble voice, no doubt fearing for his life. As he should.

Vegeta takes one slow, calculated step towards the emperor. His cold, black eyes flick back to the Shikkarian's mate and her children.

"Which is your favorite child?" he asks in a detached voice. The translator's face merges into one of confusion and suspicion as he turns and asks the emperor, still mumbling in both pain and ire. The emperor's eyes glare up at Vegeta and he voices a reply. It does not take a translator to gather his response. Fast as lightning, the Saiyan prince grabs the smallest Shikkarian youngling and holds him before the emperor. The tiny child wriggles and clicks in fear as his mother screams and lunges for them. Radditz quickly subdues her, his grip latching onto both of her arms.

For the first time, the emperor's eyes widen in fear and he shakes his head desperately. Vegeta holds the child before him, precariously close to snapping the youngling's neck. The emperor says something quickly in a despairing tone. The translator turns to Vegeta, his eyes locked on the small child in his arms.

"The emperor says to please not hurt his family. He will comply with Lord Frieza's demands."

The Saiyan prince pauses a moment before sighing, dropping the child before him. The youngling cries and runs back to his weeping mother.

"It took you long enough. Frieza will expect his new soldiers to arrive within the week. He will send a ship to collect them. If even one soldier is missing, then we will be back. With more men. And less mercy." Vegeta says in a harsh tone. He turns away from the pair.

"Nappa. Radditz. We're leaving."

The other two Saiyans file in behind him as they begin to leave the grand hall.

Suddenly there was a screech of fury that cut through the air and the trio quickly lunged out of the way to avoid a large beam of energy from behind them. It crashes into the wall before them, immediately reducing it to rubble and ash. Vegeta growls , turning back to face their attacker.

The Emperor is standing much straighter now, though he still holds his shattered arm. All three of his eyes are narrowed in determination. Nappa stands up, dusting rubble off his armor.

"The bastard doesn't know when to quit," The bald Saiyan says in a gruff, annoyed voice.

"He will," Vegeta promises darkly, as they watch as the Shikkarian's third eye begins to widen and glow dangerously. Without another word, the emperor unleashes another blast that the Saiyans easily dodge. Once more it hits the opposite wall and the interior is in ruins. The translator and the emperor's family run to the nearest corner and cower in fear. Vegeta remains before him while Radditz and Nappa appear on either side of him, quickly grasping his arms. The Shikkarian emperor struggles until Nappa puts pressure on his broken bones, eliciting a scream from the once determined alien ruler. Vegeta approaches the trio, his eyes narrowed mercilessly.

"Try that again, Shikkarian."

The emperor, with effort, ceases his crying and raises his eyes to Vegeta. Seeming to understand the Saiyan prince, his lips curl into a scowl and his third eye once more begins to widen.

Without blinking, Vegeta swiftly reaches out and rips the eye out, the slimy organ slightly scalding his hand. With a look of nonchalance, he tosses away the organ, ignoring the pain and the bright orange gore now staining his hand. The emperor's screams of pain echo in the now destroyed hall. His family cries out for mercy, their desperate sounds creating a symphony of misery.

"I think he gets the point now," Radditz says scornfully as he and Nappa release the emperor's arms. The broken Shikkarian falls to his knees, the gaping hole in his head leaking a variety of fluids and gore. Vegeta says nothing, his face impassive as he looks down at the alien emperor weeping at his feet.

"Frieza's ship will arrive within the week. See to it that your soldiers board." Vegeta says callously, turning away and beginning to walk away. The other two Saiyans follow suit.

Vegeta halts, turning his head slightly to the right.

"Oh…and one more thing…"

The Saiyan prince quickly appears next to the Emperor's family, once more seizing the small child he grabbed earlier. Before any of them could react, he snapped the child's neck, letting the body fall to the ground.

Author's Notes: Ok so I really have no excuse why it took me so long to update this other than I caught a horrible HORRIBLE case of writer's block. I had intended on making the Saiyan's time on Shikk longer but decided it wasn't necessary. And yes sorry if Vegeta is too dark in this :/ but he DID do many horrible things under Frieza's rule. Not only that but Saiyans aren't fluffy little kittens themselves...so yeah once more I'm sorry about the wait and please leave reviews or critiques!