Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Hellish Paradise ❯ Chapter 8 ( Chapter 8 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Vegeta awoke to find himself in a very unwelcome position. He was in a lesson room, which was easy to see. Only he was strapped down to the table this time. The room was the largest he'd ever seen. Larger then his own.
Because of this he knew it must be Freaza's personal lesson room. Vegeta cursed Zarbon, Freaza, Napa, and every other person he could think of. He knew exactly what had happened; Zarbon had knocked him out and then delivered him to Freaza.
 
It had happened too quick. He didn't think Kakorrot and Radize could have possibly gotten away. The amount of time he'd managed to stall Zarbon was pathetic: both personally and on a general scale.
 
He was alone -or at least he believed he was alone- because he couldn't move his head in the slightest. But he knew his solitude would be unimaginably short. Freaza would be back soon.
 
Fighting the restraints would do him no good. They were made to withhold a fighter even of his level. He'd simply have to bide his time and wait for Freaza to come back. Then, if Freaza tried to move him, he might stand a chance. He closed his eyes concentrating on bringing his energy to the surface in preparation.
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Radize had tried desperately to calm his devastated brother. He became increasingly worried when Kakorrot refused to eat. This was a problem and Radize wondered if he was going to lose the other Saiyan, not to Freaza but to the loss that clenched at Kakorrot's soul.
 
Only now did Radize see just how much Kakorrot had loved Prince Vegeta. Though both of them knew the Saiyan Prince still lived, they both felt as if he was gone. They knew they could never meet him again. Not if they wanted to keep Freaza off their tails.
 
Radize had gone to the kitchen to see if he couldn't find something tempting enough for his little brother to eat. He was utterly shocked when Kakorrot came skipping in with a huge smile on his face.
 
“Radize, I got it!” He exclaimed. “I know how we can save Vegeta!”
 
Radize blinked. “Kakorrot are you out of your mind! There's no way in hell we can get him out of there.”
 
Kakorrot shook his head. “Nope there's no way in hell. There is however, a way on Earth. Come on Radize, lets go!”
 
Radize wasn't entirely sure what this `Earth' was though he knew he'd heard it from some where. He wasn't about to argue with the stronger Saiyan, though. He didn't think this `Earth' place (whatever it was) could solve their problems, but it seemed a good enough place to hide. After all, HE sure didn't know it, so why would Freaza? He looked up the name in the computer asking Kakorot how to spell it. He found it at the edge of Freaza's territory. He keyed in the coordinates, sat back and let the ship do the work.
 
~~~
 
Zarbon awoke to find Nayo cradled against him. He smiled down at the sleeping boy thankful they hadn't been separated. Nayo yawned tiredly in his sleep before settling down in the man's arms.
 
Zarbon had never dreamed he'd be in this position. He wasn't exactly the fatherly type. He'd been destined to be a fighter and a killer since before he was born. Now here was this boy looking to him of all people for protection! Ironic.
 
“I'm not cut out for this,” he thought as he gently dislodged himself from the boy to get a better look around. They were captured; he had already suspected that. The cell they were held in was certainly nothing special; just a single cement bed and wash bowl.
 
There were no guards and certainly no need for them. All the cells on Freaza's ship were made entirely out of force-fields. Even Zarbon, who had helped design them, didn't know of a way out. He'd made sure there wasn't one. Now he wished he'd been a little less careful.
"Zarbon?" Nayo asked in a somewhat panicked voice as he looked franticly around.
 
"It's okay Chibi, we'll be fine.”
 
Nayo sniffed not believing Zarbon for a second.
 
'He's not the only one,' Zarbon thought, knowing full well how much danger they were in. The silver skinned boy came up to stand beside Zarbon, once again seeking comfort in the killer's presence. "How long do you think we have until someone comes for us?”
 
Zarbon shook his head, "I don't know Chibi."
 
That wasn't the whole truth, he did know that prisoners were checked on at least every hour. But there was no need to trouble Nayo with this. At least not yet.
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Vegeta kept his eyes closed as he heard the door swish open and the familiar sound of Freaza's clawed feet scratching the cement surface. Vegeta shuttered inside but kept his outer body still and his breathing even. He had to fool Freaza into believing he was still unconscious. His very survival counted on it.
 
Freaza came up to his side purring in a sickening moan. Vegeta heard the cluck of metal as the chains were handled and knew he had a chance; even if that chance was quite minimal. He just hoped Kakorrot was alright: if not, there was a promise of bloodshed.
 
He felt the chains fall from him and would have smiled from Freaza's foolishness if it were safe. For a moment he didn't move but waited for Freaza to back off.
 
`Come on you piece of space shit.' He thought to himself. `Just a little farther back, there!' Vegeta leapt up instantly swinging a spin kick at the tyrant's head. It didn't knock Freaza out but it did give him just the chance he needed. He sprinted out the door not daring to look back. He had to find Kakorrot: if the other Saiyan was still alive to be found.
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Radize stared down at the small golden ball in his hand. “So this little thing is going to help us get the Prince?”
 
Goku nodded smiling. He hadn't been able to find his childhood friend Bulma so finding the dragon balls had been quite the challenge. Luckily, Radize had equipment on his ship that helped; It still wasn't as good as the dragon radar, though.
 
“That one alone can't do anything,” Goku admitted. “but when we find the other six it will definitely do the trick.”
 
Radize shook his head, not believing Goku for a second. Goku smiled: boy was he in for a surprise.
 
~~~
 
Vegeta stormed into the cellblock in hopes of finding Kakorrot. He knew Freaza couldn't be too far behind; he'd have to hurry with this. He scanned the cells for Kakorrot, most of them being empty. Freaza rarely took prisoners unless they were of use. That was why Vegeta was uncertain of Kakorrot's chances of survival.
 
He became uneasy as he came to the end of the cells, growling and successfully scaring the hell out of some nearby prisoners. He ignored them. His only objective was to find that baka and get him away from there.
 
He had never dreamed of running away from anything or anyone in his life. He was the kind that would die before he fled. In fact, he hated this, every moment of it, but he couldn't let Kakorrot down. He didn't know why in hell he would go through all this for the other Saiyan. But he had to; it was as simple as that.
 
`I will not flee like a coward though!' he thought to himself. `I will get Kakorot off of this accursed dung heap and then I will stand and face Freaza to the death!'
How the hell was he suppose to get Kakorrot away if he couldn't find him?! There was only one cell left and he didn't think Kakorrot was in it. As he peered inside expecting to find some sniveling prisoner or an empty cell, his eyes widened at what he saw.
 
“Kaso!” He cursed as he came upon an all to familiar figure.
 
~~~
 
Freaza snickered as he saw the Saiyan Prince darting out of the room. Vegeta was learning, in the days when he came to Freaza he would not have known such a trick as that. Freaza wasn't angry. The thought of the chase caused excited shivers to run through him.
 
It had been a while since he'd had a good chase. This should prove quite entertaining. He could locate the Prince easily with the ship's computer. He could even have whatever part of the room the Prince was hiding in sectioned off though he had no need for that. Oh, he'd have the exit bays blocked off. He wasn't about to take a chance like that! Why not enjoy this little hunt? He growled hungrily before moving to pick up the Prince's track.
 
~~~
 
Goku smiled as he spotted the last ball. It was the four star, his grandpa's ball. It pulsed with a golden light in response to the other six balls in his pouch.
 
“So Kakorrot,” Radize questioned. “are they some kind of power source then?”
 
“Well not exactly,” Goku laughed. “Here, let me show you.”
 
He placed the ball on the ground then retrieved the other six balls and put them down as well. Then he summoned the dragon and as a blaring golden light shout up from the balls, Radize gasped. Then he fell into a fighting stance glaring up at the dragon in fury.
 
~~~
 
Zarbon gasped as he spotted Prince Vegeta through the bars. What the hell was he doing here?
 
The Prince smirked. “Well now, what do we have here? It would appear to be a giant green rat.”
 
Nayo came to stand beside Zarbon. “Please Zarbon, don't fight.” He pleaded.
 
From the look in the Prince's eyes, Zarbon knew he didn't have a choice. “Nayo stay back.”
 
Nayo shook his head franticly. “No! You two can't do this!”
 
“I'll be alright, Chibi.” Zarbon's golden eyes tried to comfort him.
 
“Well if you're alright, then he won't be! Please! I don't want to see either of you get hurt.”
 
To Zarbon's great surprise the Prince's battle-hard gaze faltered. Then the pure hatred he held returned to his eyes. “You killed Kakorrot,” he growled as only a Saiyan could.
 
Nayo blinked. “Goku? He didn't kill Goku! He didn't even catch him. You're wrong, Zarbon doesn't mean you any harm.”
 
“Watch your mouth with me boy!”
 
Vegeta's voice was threatening, dangerous. Nayo was like son to Zarbon, he wouldn't let him be pushed around like that. If the dammed Saiyan did attack the boy, he'd be certain it was Vegeta's last mistake.
But the prince didn't attack. “So are you telling me that Kakorrot is alive?”
 
Nayo hung his head. “I don't know. He and that other Saiyan ran off right before you and Zarbon fought. Then after Zarbon knocked you out Freaza came and then I woke up here.”
 
Vegeta grunted and turned to walk out. “Hey, where are you going!?”
 
Vegeta turned back peevishly. “Don't try my patience boy!” he growled. “I'm letting you live because Kakorrot was fond of you. Don't think that means I still won't kill you if the need arises.”
 
Zarbon brought the small child behind him at this. “Try it,” his voice was flat and threatening. He was still stronger then the Prince, even if he was caged.
 
A thought came to him and at first he dismissed it. It refused to leave him and it grew though he hated the thought of working with a Saiyan. `For Nayo,' he silently decided, closing his eyes. It was the only way.
 
“Listen Prince,” he said sternly. “I don't like this any more then you will. If you want to help your `Kakorrot', as you call him, then you will listen. Nether of us is strong enough to take on Freaza ourselves, you know this. But if you intend to search this ship for the Saiyan, then we should team up. My concern is to get Nayo off of this ship. I will help you if you let him go along with you when you leave.”
 
The Prince frowned, pondering the idea for a moment. “Fine,” he nodded. “but we will do this my way. I do not trust you.”
 
With that he opened the cage and snatched Nayo away holding the boy in a threatening grasp. “Try anything and the boy will be the one to pay, understand?”
 
Zarbon nodded not daring to challenge the Prince when he held Nayo captured in his arms. “Let's get out of here Saiyan, the sooner we leave the better.”
 
“Oh no my pets, neither of you are going anywhere,” Freaza said smile curling at the two would-have-been escapees.