Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Hellish Paradise ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3

 

When Vegeta next awoke, he found he was back in his chambers. Dabora or Zarbon had carried him there, most likely. He grunted at the idea uncertain of which was more humiliating, that he was helpless in Freaza's grasp, or that those two knew about it. He quickly decided Freaza was worse because though he could at least taunt the other two he couldn't do anything to Freaza.

 

Vegeta sat up ignoring the shooting pain in his lower area. He tested his arms, legs, and chest and was pleased to find he didn't have any broken bones. He walked into his bath chambers. There was a slave in there placing clean towels on a rack. With a threatening glare from Vegeta the slave left at an extraordinary speed.

 

Vegeta stripped the small bit of cloth that had survived the experience from his body and climbed into the large shower. He turned the cold on high knowing that hot water would hurt like hell. He stood under the spray letting the chilly water run over him washing away the blood and sweat that had covered his body so often in battle and out.

 

He sighed; maybe he could find an excuse to see Napa so he could take a look at that slave again. That thought alone surprised him. After all why would he want to see that creature again?

 

Once clean, Vegeta stepped out and dried off. He dressed, putting on his usual outfit and headed out the front door and down the hall towards the training room.

 

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Radize was uptight. He had to leave soon or he'd be missed, but he couldn't leave the slave here alone. Who knows what he might do. He didn't have a choice. He'd just have to hope the slave wouldn't go too far. “Listen, stay here if you don't want to end up in Napa's hands again. I'll be back later with some food.” The slave seemed to perk up at this and he nodded happily. Radize slide out of the slave's hiding place. He hurried down the hall towards his post.

 

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Goku watched the longhaired man as he slipped out the door. He wasn't tired really, so he decided to do some exercises. The hall he was in was small and he didn't want to make to much noise so he decided to just do pushups. Around pushup #320 he was stopped by some very loud noises. He knew he should stay put but found he was way too curious. He moved down the hall towards the noise. As he rounded the corner he found Vegeta launching ki blasts into the far wall of a deserted room.

 

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Everyone in the training room cleared out when they saw Vegeta enter. No one wanted to get in his way. Vegeta started with a few stretches. `What the hell is wrong with me? It's just a dammed slave!' Vegeta clenched his fists going into a barrage of punches. “The hell with it all!” He snarled while performing a flawless spin kick. Without a pause he started releasing ki blasts. They flew leaving huge holes in the walls. Vegeta couldn't care less.

 

“Hey, are you okay?” A voice questioned from behind Vegeta. The prince reacted instantly whirling and sending a ki blast in the offender's direction. A surprised yelp and then a painful scream sounded in the training room. Vegeta smirked, that would teach whoever had dared bother him.

 

He turned to see if the offender was still alive and the sight before him sent chills down his spine as Freaza never could. The slave whom he had been so determined to protect lay dead before him. For a moment Vegeta could only stand there staring in horror at the slave.

 

He shook his head trying to clear it. It did nothing to help. Vegeta edged towards the beautiful slave's body. Kneeling down beside it. Then he jumped back in astonishment as the body sat up. “That hurt, hey why'd you do that!” The slave mounded in complaint.

 

Vegeta stared, “I killed you! Only an Elite could have survived that! What the hell are you?”

 

The slave blinked standing up to reveal that he didn't even have broken bones, “well I'm really hungry if that's was you mean. You don't have any food do you?”

 

Vegeta smirked; this was the strangest creature he'd ever seen. The slave was peering down at Vegeta's waist with a look of curiosity. “Hey that's a tail isn't it?”

 

Vegeta's eyes went wide with surprise, “OF COURSE IT'S A TAIL BAKA! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!”

 

The slave frowned sheepishly, “Well it's just that where I come from, no one else has ever had a tail.”

 

“Well of course not, only Saiyan's… Wait what do you mean nobody else?”

 

“Well I used to have a tail just like that one when I was little. I've never seen anyone else with one though.”

 

“You could not have had such a tail,” Vegeta said shocked, “only Saiyan's have these tails and Napa, Radize, and myself are the only Saiyan's left.”

 

The slave scratched his head, “well I don't know about Saiyans or anything but I know I had a tail just like that one.” Vegeta didn't answer, he was deep in thought. The slave had barely been scratched by his attack. He looked like a Saiyan, there was no denying that.

 

Vegeta found himself curious. Could this ignorant carefree baka be a Saiyan? If it weren't for the fact that he'd lived through Vegeta's attack that answer would be easy to see. Vegeta was about to question the slave farther when he heard the approach of a footsteps. His eyes darted around looking for a place to hide the slave. If he was lucky the intruder wouldn't have a scouter on and would be unaware of the slave.

 

The room was bare of hiding places. Vegeta was all that stood between the slave and the intruder. The instinct to protect the creature was overwhelming. Never had he cared for another. Yet it seemed he would go as far as to give his own life for this one. `Could this desire come from the fact that he may be Saiyan? No Napa and Radize are both Saiyan so that can't be it. What the hell is wrong with me?'

 

The Prince grabbed the slave and pulled him behind him. Shifting into fighting stance he readied himself. Saiyan or not the slave was his responsibility. Not because he belonged to Vegeta. Not because the Prince wanted the slave. It was more. It was something long forgotten by Vegeta, something he had barely known to begin with.

 

Vegeta liked the slave, genially liked him. It didn't end there. No it went farther still into the unknown. Not only did he like him but was also he falling in love him. Yes, he Vegeta, Prince of the Saiyan's, feared throughout the universe was beginning to love a slave. `And I still don't know his name.'

 

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Napa stormed down the hall in rage. When he found that slippery slave, and he would find him, he would brake him in two. `He will wish he never had legs to run away on!'

Napa turned a corner coming across a computer panel on the wall. The slave should be easy enough to find do to his special condition. He keyed in the necessary DNA pattern and a map appeared of the computer screen. Four dots flashed on the map. One, representing himself flashed by the computer on the map. The other three were positioned to the left and just a little ways away from Napa's chambers!

 

The sneak, Napa had run right past him. Then something came to him. The three dots were clumped together, two of them so close that they could be touching. Napa was filled with terrified rage. Ether Ratize or Prince Vegeta had found his slave and were with him now!

 

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“Hey what are you doing?” Goku protested as Vegeta grabbed him and pulled him to his backside.

 

“Be quite baka!”

 

Goku frowned following Vegeta's gaze. His eyes lit up. “Hey you're back! Sorry I left but I heard a noise and wanted to see what was going on.”

 

Vegeta silenced him with a wave of his hand. The look on his face made even Goku quite.

 

“Radize, what are you doing here?” Vegeta questioned in an authoritative voice. “How is it that this slave knows you?”

 

Radize didn't answer so Goku decided to answer for him. “Well he went to go get me some food. He helped me get away from the giant. You know the guy I was with when we first met. He's okay really, better then that giant was, that's for sure.” Goku received two pressing glares for his babble. He didn't care. He had just noticed something interesting about Radize. “Hey Vegeta he's got a tail too. Do's that mean he's a, what did you call it? Swayan?”

 

“SAIYAN!” Vegeta snapped angrily.

 

“Ya that's it. So is he one of those?”

 

“Yes baka I already told you that!” Vegeta snapped. Radize was trying to hide a smirk. He seemed to find this amusing.

 

Goku smiled, he liked Radize he decided. He seemed nice enough once you got past the general cruel nature that seemed to cover this whole place. He looked over to Vegeta. `I wonder how long he's been here?'

 

His thoughts were interrupted as Vegeta spoke, “Radize get over here then. I have a theory I need to test and I need his DNA to do it. Help me get him to a medical chamber. I don't want to have any trouble on the way over understand?”

 

Radize nodded walking over. Vegeta turned to Goku his hand flaring with ki. “We won't get anywhere with that dammed collar around your neck. It will attract far to much attention.”

 

Vegeta's ki covered hand advanced on Goku. His first instinct was to move back away from it. He didn't move anyway but held still. He trusted Vegeta with his life. He didn't know if that was a good idea but it was a fact that he could not deny. Some how Goku couldn't see himself not trusting the Prince.

 

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With a clatter the collar fell to the ground and the slave's neck was bare. Vegeta cringed inwardly at the ring of tattered flesh the collar had left. Napa would pay for this. He'd make sure of it.

 

“Let's go now,” he said. Radize nodded and led the way out. The slave stayed close to the Prince as they started off. Vegeta didn't mind, he liked the closeness. He would never admit to this however, but he was almost certain now that the slave was a Saiyan and so he would tolerate it.

 

If this baka was a Saiyan then he would be freed. `You'd dammed well better be Saiyan. If you're not I swear I will defy Freaza himself if I must to free you.'

 

The slave seemed completely relaxed. Vegeta found himself envious. He couldn't relax. Too much danger still existed. He walked on keeping one eye out for trouble and the other on his companion. Staring down at the content slave he smiled, a small but genuine smile that spoke of hope and a new love.

 

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Radize scanned ahead thankful to see the halls mostly deserted. Those who were present stayed well away. Vegeta no Ouji tended to have that affect on people, well most people anyhow. He sure didn't have that effect on Napa's slave. In fact the slave seemed to hang on the Prince like glue clings to a child's hands. The amazing thing was that Prince Vegeta didn't seem to mind. If fact he seemed to be enjoying himself greatly. The slave had called the Prince “Vegeta” rather then “Prince Vegeta” as was his proper title. Stranger still was that he'd been allowed to call the Prince that.

 

The two acted like old friends though Radize knew that couldn't be. The slave was new here and Vegeta no Ouji simply didn't have friends.

 

Ratize rounded a corner into a med. room. Seeing Radize, a member of the three-person med. team walked up to him. “State your business here Soldier.” Ratize panicked, he didn't even know why they were here.

 

“That is none of your concern! Now take your medical crew and leave.” Vegeta's commanding voice sounded from behind Radize. The med. crew didn't need to be told twice. They hastily left the room muttering urgent apologies.

 

Radize smiled despite himself. It was amazing how much someone like Vegeta could fill even the boldest heart with icy dread. It was quite helpful to getting into places you weren't supposed to be.

 

Vegeta marched over to a med. table with the slave at his side. He pointed sternly to the table. “Up,” he said to the slave. The slave hopped up onto the table. Vegeta slide open a drawer and pulled out a needle and tube.

 

The slave eyes widened, “Oh no, not a needle anything but a needle.” He was edging back farther away from Vegeta.

 

“Ahh!!” With a yell the slave fell off of the backside of the med. table. He ended up of his back whimpering. “Please, I really hate needles,” he begged. Vegeta shock his head in dismay. “Radize get a DNA Scanner, it seems our odd little slave is to sensitive to handle a small prick.”

 

“Hey! I am not a slave,” the slave protested. Ratize turned to Prince Vegeta expecting to see rage on his face. What he saw was sadness, a sick heart wrenching sadness. Ratize turned and garbed a DNA scanner. He handed it to the Prince who went and knelt down beside the slave.

 

Prince Vegeta slipped the scanner's belt around the slave's wrist and activated it. As the DNA readings came out the Prince's eyes went wide. “I was right,” he muttered in a soft angry voice, “this slave is a Saiyan.”