Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Hellish Paradise ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

Nayo turned, quickly running for the door. Freaza was suddenly in front him. Nayo couldn't stop himself, he ran right into the tyrant.

Freaza chuckled griping the sliver-skinned boy in a vice like hold. Purple blood dripped down the boy's arms as Freaza dug his claws into Nayo's shoulders. Nayo screamed in pain trying desperately to free himself from the cold creature's grip.

Zarbon came around the corner when he heard the scream. Freaza was looking down at Nayo in amusement.

“Well, little one, how nice of you to join us.”

 

Zarbon stiffened as he got a good look at the slave. Nayo stared back at Zarbon holding him in a terror filled gaze.

“Please Master Freaza, I'm sorry. I was just coming to refresh master Zarbon's supplies. Pl-please Master don't.”

 

Freaza's gaze shifted around to Zarbon, “is it yours?”

 

Zarbon shook his head. “He is just a ship slave. However, I have seen him before. I don't think he can do any harm. He most likely didn't hear anything.”

“Yes Zarbon, but I did not get this far by taking such foolish chances.”

 

Nayo felt the tyrant's hands closing around his throat. He gasped as claws dug deep into his skin.

~~~

Zarbon rounded the corner at the sound of the scream. Lord Freaza held a slave captured in between his hands. Zarbon eyed the slave knowing him instantly. He didn't know him by name but remembered very well when they had met.

The slave had come into his rooms during the middle of the day. His eyes had widened in horror and he had dropped to his knees. He had held a heap of clean towels in trembling hands as he stared up at Zarbon.

It had touched Zarbon and from that time on he had watched over the boy. Not that he'd go out his way for him. The things he did were almost subconscious. A bit of food or allowing the boy to stay over for a night to keep him safe from only hell knew what. He knew it couldn't go any farther then that. If Freaza wanted he boy dead then he would die, that was simple logic.

Zarbon could see the slave was terrified. He stared at him with a petrified gaze and Zarbon could only stare back.

Maybe there was still one thing he could give the boy, a quick death. “Lord Freaza, excuse my interruption but did you not say you had a meeting with Prince Vegeta?”

“Yes, I do.” Freaza tightened his already too tight grip on the slave. “The problem with this race is that due to there aqua nature it takes quite a while to suffocate them.”

Zarbon didn't know why he did what he did next. It just happened. “Lord Freaza, let me deal with this little nuisance. No sense in wasting your time with him.” Zarbon regretted the words even as they left his
mouth.

To his surprise, Freaza didn't question him. “All right Zarbon, the slave was in your chambers. You may have this one. No sense in keeping the young Prince waiting. Just do be quick about it. You still need to deal with that new Saiyan.”

With that Freaza flung the slave at Zarbon. The slave fell lightly into the green-blue man. Zarbon held the quivering child close to his chest.

“Yes Lord Freaza,” he said keeping his voice clear and emotionless. The tyrant stalked out leaving Zarbon alone with the boy.

Zarbon sighed in relief despite himself, shifting his hold on the boy so that he could restrain the child without hurting him. The little one was innocent, Zarbon knew that. He had just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Zarbon knew he had to kill the boy. There was no choice. He could at least make it quick.

He brought a hand up to the slave's bare chest intending to finish the boy with one swift blow. Zarbon could feel the boy's rapid heart beat beneath his hand. Zarbon sighed, he had never dreamed it would be this hard to kill the boy. He had known he favored the boy for some time now. He had never thought that he was this fond of him.

He pulled the boy away from him, careful of the slave's wounds. Blood ran down the child's chest from where Freaza had dug hard claws into his shoulders. The boy stood gasping for breath, his head hung down.

Zarbon sighed, taking the boy by an arm and guiding him gently towards the couch. He sat him down there and then moved to the stand beside his bed pulling out some cleaner and a cotton wad. He moved back over to the slave and bent down.

Dabbing the cotton swab with the cleaner he tried to clean the boy's wounds. The silver-skinned child hissed in pain as the cleaner was applied. Zarbon smiled gently, “don't worry it doesn't sting for long and it will help. What is your name child?”

 

The boy looked up at Zarbon with startled eyes, “It's Nayo, master,” he answered in a soft voice.

Zarbon stopped what he was doing and sat for a moment, looking the boy over. He had already come to a decision that he could not kill the youngster. Even if that decision did only register in his heart and not in his mind.

He sighed, finishing up with his task. When the boy's wounds were all bandaged he sat down in front of the child.

 

“Nayo, listen to me. I'm going to get you away from here but I have something I must do first. Please stay here, I promise I'll be back soon.”

Nayo nodded, “thank you master.”

 

Zarbon shook his head, “Please don't call me that kid, you can call me Zarbon. You're free now, or as free as someone, whose life is wanted by Freaza, can be.”

Nayo blinked a shocked look in his eyes. Then that look turned pleading, “Please Zarbon, don't kill
Goku.”

 

Zarbon turned, a startled expression on his face, “Goku? Who is this Goku?”

“He's that Saiyan Master Freaza wanted you to kill.”

Zarbon stiffened, “Freaza isn't your master anymore boy, so don't call him that. As for the Saiyan, don't
concern yourself with him. Saiyans will only bring you pain.”

“Please Zarbon, he's my friend.”

“I have to kill him. That's not a choice.”

Nayo hung his head but said nothing more. Zarbon left feeling sorry for his harshness but knowing he was right. Saiyans could only bring trouble for the silver-skinned boy.

~~~

Nayo ran through the halls feeling horrible. Zarbon had trusted him to stay put. He couldn't help it
though. The smiling Saiyan flashed in his mind. He just hoped he wouldn't be too late.

He suddenly found himself lying on the ground. He'd knocked into someone who now stood over him with anger sprawled out on his face.

 

“You? What the hell do you think your doing?” Prince Vegeta said in an angry voice.

Nayo gulped, “please Master Vegeta they're going to kill Goku.”

 

Nayo found himself raised off the ground at an unbelievable speed.

 

“Don't joke about things like that boy!” Prince Vegeta said, rage echoing in his eyes.

 

“No joke master, I overheard Freaza talking about it.”

The Prince's eyes flashed, “you had better not be lying slave.” He grabbed Nayo by the scruff of the neck and dragged the slave quite painfully through the halls.

~~~

Goku followed Radize through the halls with wide eyes. He'd bumped into the other Saiyan twice so far. To his surprise Radize didn't protest. His older bother almost acted scared of him. Goku surely couldn't figure out why.

This time Radize was the one to stop in front of Goku.

“Hey Radize why'd you do that?” Goku whined unhappily. Then he saw a man was blocking Radize's path.

The man was gorgeous with pale blue-green skin and small but gentle eyes. He was tall and slender with dark green hair and a light blue cloak that fluttered behind him.

“May I help you Zarbon?” Radize muttered, his dislike
for the other obvious.

“Yes Saiyan, you can stay out of my way. My business is with the one behind you.” Radize's gaze flashed to
Goku and then back to Zarbon.

 

“Kakorrot? What the hell do you want with him?

Zarbon's composure faltered for a moment then he spook. “Lord Freaza requires his life. I will take
yours as well if need be.”

~~~

Radize found his feet glued to the floor. He had never spoken to Zarbon in person but knew plenty about him. He was the second strongest person on this ship with Freaza being the first. Radize had no question that Zarbon could demolish both him and Kakorrot with ease.


“Kakorrot get away from him!”

 

Radize turned at the voice. Prince Vegeta stormed up from behind him towing along a slave by the scruff of his neck.

 

“Radize don't let him get Kakorrot, understand?”

Radize nodded his loyalty to his Prince greater then his very will to live. He was a Saiyan solder; an elite class and adopted his orders as his very life's mold. So now, as he faced Zarbon, he did so certainly.

“No!” Kakorrot pushed in front of him. He glared at Vegeta his usually innocent eyes looking quite old. “Can't you feel this guy Vegeta? None of us are a match for him. If he means to kill me, I will not let him take you both too. Radize is my brother and my friend. You Vegeta, you know I will not let you do this. You both mean too much to me. Please Vegeta take Radize and leave. I can't let you die because of me!”

Kakorrot squared off with the Prince. “My bother and my friend?” Frankly Radize had never known either of these things. He found he would stand by his brother. Not just because it was the will of his Prince but because it was his will as well.

~~~

“Kakorrot if I am your `brother and friend' as you say then I will not leave you to stand alone.” Vegeta nodded and Goku found himself out-numbered. He not only had the wills of Vegeta and Radize to deal with, but he also had this Zarbon guy to worry about. Surprisingly the green-blue man wasn't paying any of them any attention. He was looking at the boy Vegeta had with him. Goku turned to get a look at the boy as well.

 

“Nayo?” He asked in surprise.

“Goku!” The boy pulled away from Vegeta. The Prince released him still staring at Goku.

 

“Vegeta what were you doing with him?” Nayo ran to Goku a thankful look on his face.

 

I'm so glad you're not dead,” he cried out in relief.

Goku smiled ruffling the boy's hair in an attempt to calm him. He felt a hand fall onto his shoulder and
was quite shocked to see Vegeta. There was a look in his eyes Goku had not seen before.

~~~

“Vegeta?”

 

Vegeta shook his head silencing the other Saiyan. Never in his life had he let so much of himself show. He knew that he could not leave Kakorrot wondering about his feelings, even if he himself was not sure of them.

He knew this would be the end and he wanted Kakorrot to know that he cared. He took Kakorrot's chin in his hand bring the others face down to his own. Then he kissed Kakorrot, something he never dreamed he would do.

Kakorrot drew back for a moment shocked and then returned the kiss. Vegeta could feel the other's mouth warm and pleasant against his own. This was not like the brief kiss they had shared in his rooms. And it certainly wasn't like Freaza.

He gasped in surprise as Kakorrot's tongue came to stroke along his top gums as if asking.

 

`Asking for what?' Vegeta was uncertain but knew that Kakorrot could be trusted. He opened his mouth allowing the other man to enter. Kakorrot's tongue traced along the roof of Vegeta's mouth sending ripples of pleasure through his being. Vegeta groaned in pleasure: never had it been like this.

The two parted knowing that time was too limited to go on.

 

Vegeta hung his head, “Kakorrot, I'm sorry to end it like this.” Then he clenched his fist giving Kakorot a hard well-placed punch and knocking the other Saiyan out. Kakorrot fell into Vegeta's arms and the Prince caught him.

 

“Radize take him and leave.”

“Prince Vegeta…”

“Damn you Radize, just do it! He won't kill me. Freaza wouldn't let him.”

 

Radize nodded, “yes my Prince.” He took Kakorrot from Vegeta and turned and ran.

 

“Please make it out somehow,” Radize whispered in a voice hedid not think Vegeta could hear. Vegeta smirked turning back to Zarbon.

 

“Well you freakish creature, shall we get it on then?”

~~~

Zarbon saw the small Saiyan Prince kiss the one Nayo had called `Goku.' He'd seen the longhaired Saiyan take his prey away. He didn't care. Nayo was there and he was far too close to the Saiyan Prince. The boy couldn't be in more danger.

 

“Well you freakish creature, shall we get it on then?”

Zarbon brought his attention back the Prince. “I have no quarrel with you. Let that slave go and I will let
you leave in peace.”

 

The Saiyan spat, “so you can go after Kakorrot? I don't think so.”

Zarbon had to make this quick. He knew that if he didn't, Nayo might get hurt. He powered up and slammed into the Prince knocking him out easily. As Vegeta fell to the ground Zarbon shifted his gaze to Nayo.

“Are you alright, boy?

 

Nayo nodded looking down at Vegeta. “What are you going to do with him?” Zarbon shrugged, “that's up to Freaza. It doesn't matter, he's a Saiyan. He shouldn't have tried to hurt you.”

“He didn't hurt me! I-I came to him. I told him about Goku,” Nayo admitted in a small, scared, but determined
voice. “It's not his fault. He loves Goku, can't you see that? Please if someone has to be punished for this then punish me!”

 

Tears streamed down the boy's face as he met Zarbon's eyes. “Please leave him
alone.”

Zarbon stood staring at the small boy. “This Goku, you really seem to like him.” Nayo nodded, “he was kind to
me. That's rare. No one else has been so kind to me except for you.”

Zarbon closed his eyes knowing he would regret this. He picked Vegeta up off the floor slinging him over his shoulder. He smiled down at the boy. “Alright Nayo, I won't hurt him if it means that much to you. Let's get out of here, alright?”

Nayo nodded happily, “thank you Zarbon, thank you so much.” Zarbon turned to head out.

“Where do you think you're going Zarbon?” A crackly voice purred. Zarbon whirled grabbing Nayo by the hand
and pulling the boy behind him. Freaza smirked as guards flooded around Zarbon.

“Now Zarbon, did you really think I didn't see the way you looked at that slave. A pity that your loyalties have shifted: but no great concern. Goodbye Zarbon”

Freaza hurled a blast at Zarbon knocking him to the ground.

Zarbon grunted; the energy he used to protect Nayo left him open to attack. The guards surrounded him grabbing Nayo away. The boy screamed, fending them off in his panic and racing to Zarbon's side.

Zarbon wrapped the boy in a strong protective hold so that even as the guards moved to confine him they could not take the boy away. Zarbon didn't struggle but focused on making a hold on Nayo strong enough that even Freaza himself would not be able to break it.

He let his ki slip into his arms making them completely immobile. `The only way they can take him away is to cut off my arms.' He did hope it didn't come to that. He didn't see what had happened to Vegeta. A guard knocked him over the head and the last thing he remembered was falling into an unwelcome slumber with Nayo still sobbing in his arms.

~~~

Goku awoke to a soft humming and a place far too warm to be Freaza's ship. He sat up with a yawn, looking around. He was in a small bed nestled under a thin blanket. Radize was in another bed not too far off.

Things came back to Goku. The green skinned man, Vegeta, and Nayo running up.

The kiss…

Goku brushed his hands over his lips as if hoping to find some evidence that it had really happened.

Then he frowned as the rest of his memory returned.

“Kakorrot I'm sorry to end it like this.”

“Oh God no, Vegeta!” Goku screamed now searching the room frantically for his love. Radize sprang up at Goku's cry.

“Kakorrot you're awake.”

“Where's Vegeta, is he in another room? Is he hurt?”

Radize didn't speak for a moment and then, “he didn't make it away Kakorot. I'm sorry.”

Goku gasped, his eyes instantly blurring, “no, No, NO, VEGETA!”