Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Hellish Paradise ❯ Chapter 16 ( Chapter 16 )

Chapter 6

Radize stared up at Freaza, “ah shit! How the hell did he get up there? Zarbon if you weren't so incredibly slow…Zarbon? Hey Zarbon where-ah fuck!”

Zarbon had charged Freaza. The little idiotic rat had actually charged the strongest man in the universe. But what was more idiotic was that Radize was going after him.

As Zarbon met Freaza he swung a punch at him. The tyrant caught it easily then grabbed the fighter's other hand. The look he gave Zarbon was enough to stop both fighters in their tracks. Such a savage hungry look.

“Why Zarbon, I see you are two people short. Unless those two Saiyans I told you to retrieve are invisible I do believe you have disobeyed me.”

Zarbon twisted in the iceling's grip anger like nothing that Radize had ever seen in the green man's eyes. “Freaza what have you done to Nayo?!”

Freaza chuckled shifting his taloned grip on Zarbon from his hand to his neck and closing around it drawing blood.

“The boy is back at my ship. Oh don't worry I have no intention of killing him. You see I've learned something quite fascinating about him. I went ahead and did a scan on him. One can never be too careful with slaves. I had to make certain he was clear for bed work. Do you know who his sire is Zarbon?”

Zarbon seemed too overcome by what Freaza intended to do with the child to hear the tyrant's question. He did hear the answer to the question.

“A funny thing, when I looked up his information on the scanner it told me that you were his sire. Now how could that be? I do believe I have not permitted you to bed anyone else. So how is it that you could have a child that is half Youno?”

Zarbon was speechless, which was the most worrisome response he could have had. If Freaza were lying then Zarbon would not have been affected like this.

“It seems that you need a reminder Zarbon.”

The green man hung his head, “do as you will with me Freaza but leave my son out of it.”

Freaza lunged at Zarbon hammering him hard in the gut. “The boy is mine now Zarbon. Worry about yourself.”

The hand that was griping the green fighter's throat slid down to his chest armor ripping it off and leaving him bare and venerable to the tyrant's harsh claws. Radize felt a horrible feeling of foreboding growing within him. The fear that was in Zarbon's eyes was so familiar and the look of hunger in Freaza's…

“No fuck no it's not happening. Zarbon no!” Radize lost any sense he had and charged Freaza. He was not going to let this happen.

Freaza glanced at the on rushing Saiyan taking his hand from Zarbon's chest and using it to grab hold of the Saiyan's hand as it came down upon the tyrant.

“Radize!”

Freaza looked over at the green fighter, an eyebrow raised. “Hum you seem to care greatly for this hairball of a monkey. How much you've changed my pet. It seems you've forgotten everything I've taught you. I think it will be best to give you one last lesson.”

`No, no, no,' Radize's mind was in a rage. How could this be happening? `No I won't let it happen. I'll stop it, somehow.'

“Get you're slimy hands off of me you purple-patched varmint!” If there was one thing Radize was good at doing, it was throwing an insult.

Freaza turned to him, a sneer on his face. `Good if his attention's on me then it's not on Zarbon.'

Freaza smirked kneeing Radize hard in the chest. The Saiyan doubled over in pain. Through his pain he smirked his face hidden out of Freaza's view. `Go right ahead you damn rodent. As long as you're attention's on me you can't do a thing to Zarbon.'

Another hard blow landed to the top of his head. “Radize!”

`Be quite you green baka! Don't draw his attention.' Radize glared at Zarbon trying to get the message across. Of course he didn't get the message. Actually being able to communicate with Zarbon was beyond even the greatest of miracles.

“Lord Freaza, the Saiyan is nothing. Just a low level with a foolish mouth.”

“Of really? I'm nothing am I? Hell, damn you Zarbon. At least I'm not a honorless but kissing rat like you!”

Freaza smiled in amusement his attention on Radize. Zarbon was looking at Radize as well. His look was hurt, sorrowful. `Baka how do you manage to get dressed in the morning? I'm trying to distract him!'

“Radize I…”

“Not a word you roach. I will not have a thing to do with you!”

“Radize no…”

“Fuck you, shut up. Like you could ever speak anything but betrayal anyway.”

Zarbon looked down a great sadness in his eyes. `What the hell is with you? Either you're a damn good actor or you don't have a clue what I'm doing.' The sorrow seemed so real. `Why the hell should he care what I think in the first place?'

Radize couldn't think about that right now. He had to keep Freaza's attention on him. At least Zarbon had shut up now. `I won't let Freaza harm him.'

“And you what the hell are you doing you little white rodent? You will pay for trying to come near my prince!”

“Oh I intend to do much more then that.”

“Like hell you will!”

Freaza laughed a laugh that sent shivers through Radize. “And do you intend to stop me little one?”

“Little ah, that's something coming from a midget like you. I've seen bugs bigger than you and better looking too.”

Radize was cut off as a cold hand griped his tail. He cried out instantly unable to stop it.

`Damn-it. He won't-let me faint.' It took all of Radize's power simply to think. `Wait-what am I saying? If I faint-then Zarbon…'

No the monster would not have Zarbon. Fuck it hurt. It was easy to see that Freaza had done this many times before. He knew just how much pressure to use to cause the most pain and not knock his victim out.

Radize was doubled over and would have fallen from the sky if Freaza had not been holding him up with a clawed hand.

“Hum you certainly are a pretty one. If only you weren't a low-level. I wouldn't associate myself with such trash. None the less, Zarbon certainly does seem to care for you though I can not see why. I think I will be merciful and let you live a while longer. At least until I'm done with this trader.”

Radize was in too much pain to hear most of this. What he did hear scared the fuck out of him. Freaza let him go pushing him off to one side. His head spun and it took everything he had to stop himself from plummeting to his death. He almost wished he could just give in and fall. But that wouldn't save Zarbon.

`Kaso! How the hell am I going to do this? I can't even see straight. The fuck if I'm going to let something like that stop me!' Picking the first blurry image that seemed solid enough to be living, he flew at it hoping it was Freaza.

~~~

Vegeta could only stare. This was the baka that had come aboard Freaza's ship as a slave. Who had turned out to be a low class Saiyan warrior and thus Vegeta's responsibility and burden. This was the one who had pulled him away from Freaza. Who had shown the cold prince love when all he had been given in return was cruelty and insult.

And now, a Super Saiyan, But how? How could this low class knuckle head who had only learned so short a time ago of his past had now become a legendary fighter of the Saiyan race? And Vegeta, the Prince of Saiyans could only stare in a horror filled admiration.

“Vegeta gomen asai, if I had known earlier… Well I'm not certain what I could have done. I would have done something though. Kakorrot's gaze traveled to Vegeta for the first time. The prince scolded unhappily. Here was Kakorrot a Super Saiyan of all things and he the Prince of Saiyans stood before a low level in petrified shock.

Kakorrot's voice had changed slightly and his eye's were not only different in color but in tone. Never had Vegeta seen such saddened eyes. So many times Vegeta had pictured a Super Saiyan in his mind. For one, the image he had come up with in the past had always been in a transformed state. After all the Super Saiyans he had heard about had only been able to hold their form in that state.

He had seen them as ruthless, cruel and completely out of control. After all that was the way the past Super Saiyans had been described. So how was it that Kakorrot seemed to be in complete control? The fool that couldn't even control his own stomach was completely in control of his new Super Saiyan form? Damn it how was it that Kakorrot seemed to take the most impossible tasks and accomplish them with the greatest of ease and yet he couldn't even do something as mundane as to tie his shoes or boil water?

“Damn you Kakorrot! I hope you realize that all of this is your fault!”

Kakorrot looked stumped, an odd expression on the face of a Super Saiyan. “Oi, Vegeta what did I do?”

“What did you do? Baka first you put me at odds with Freaza. Then you get me stranded on this hunk of filth.”

“Vegeta we aren't stranded and I grew up on this hunk of filth.”

“My point exactly, and I'm not done yet. Then you bring Freaza after us and fall in love with me and then you turn into a Super Saiyan!”

Kakorrot didn't answer for a moment. He had a hurt and confused look on his face. Vegeta almost felt guilty. Almost, for a Saiyan Prince never admits fault not even to himself. He knew that none of this was Kakorrot's fault but he had to blame someone and Kakorrot seemed to be the best available subject.

Then laughter interrupted Vegeta's thoughts. “Ah come on Vegeta it's not that bad is it?” Kakorot moved beside the Saiyan prince the aurora of ki that sounded him engulfing the other.

“Kakorrot what the hell are you doing?”

“Well gomen, it's just that I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I'm fine Kakorrot!”

“Hai, hai, Vegeta, you just seemed really stressed out a second ago.”

“Baka do you even know what you are?”

Kakorrot looked down at himself as if noticing for the first time, “gold?”

“No idiot you're a Super Saiyan!”

“Well thanks Vegeta I think you're great too.”

“Nani?”

“Well yeah of course I do. I sure wasn't expecting you to go giving out complements like that though.”

“Baka, I'm not complementing you!” With that, Vegeta threw a punch at the offending moron. Super Saiyan or no, Kakorrot was still Kakorrot. Kakorrot dodged the punch an idiotic smile in his green eyes.

`Damn it why is it that I still can't be wary of him? Kakorrot could wipe the floor with me if he chose to. Yet I can only feel relaxed around him. Kaso! How can this be? A low-level not only surpassing a Prince in strength but subduing him as well? And what's worse is that I do love him. Yet another thing I don't have control over. I'm suppose to become a Super Saiyan not fall in love with one!'

“Ah listen Vegeta I think onii-san might be in trouble. I'd better go help him.”

“Then I am coming as well Kakorrot. You may be a Super Saiyan but I am still Vegeta no Ouji.”

“Well sure Vegeta but you do know that Freaza will be there?”

A chill ran through Vegeta. He'd known that Freaza would be there but knowing it and having it thrown in one's face were two different things. “Of course I know Kakorrot. I can sense him as well as you baka.”

From Kakorrot's look he didn't seem convinced. “Vegeta…”

“This is the end of our discussion Kakorrot. Do you intend to stand here all day until all that is left of your brother is a corpse?”

“Well no Vegeta I just don't want you to get hurt.”

“Baka I will be fine!”

“Hia Vegeta so are you done?”

Vegeta looked back at the computer. He was almost done. “Give me a minute Kakorrot.” He sat back down to work.

“Alright, I'll be right back. I've got something I have to do.”

Kakorrot disappeared through the doorway. Vegeta let him go. Whatever the baka was up to would at least keep him from doing anything that would make Vegeta take longer. “Kakorrot…”

Vegeta sighed in confusion. That one would soon make him lose his mind, he had no doubt. Yet Kakorrot was as much a necessity to him as the sky is a necessity to a bird of pray.

“Dam it don't think about that golden-haired food processor. You have work to do.” Though Vegeta tried his mind remanded plastered on Kakorrot. “Kaso! What is my problem? Damn you Kakorrot!”

~~~

Krillen watched in disbelief as a dark haired figure suddenly burst out of the forest garbing the small boy and disappearing once again. “What the hell? Was that Goku?” Krillen hadn't seen his childhood friend in years but there was no mistaking him.

“Ah man what have we gotten into? First these two jerks come along and haul Yamcha and me off and then Goku shows up. Man a smart guy would leave right now and pretend nothing ever happened.”

“Damn Saiyans, such pests. Zarbon go after them and bring them back to me dead or alive, it's your choice. Just be sure to bring them back.” The small white fighter said in a commanding voice.

Krillen sighed watching the chaotic scene beneath him. The green guy that had a hold of Yamcha was still way too close to get away.

“You and your friend should go. The situation here will not remain as it is. Leave why you still have an opportunity.” Krillen snapped his head around to stare at the green-blue man in shock. “Oi, what kind of trick are you trying to pull? Do you really expect me to believe that you're just going to let us go?”

“You have no part in this. I will not force you to stay while Freaza is here. I have to help Radize now. I suggest you get as far away from here as possible.” The fighter released Yamcha and flouted over towards the other two.

“Well I vote we leave why we can! I mean whoever these guys are they sure don't need our help.”

“I don't know Krillen that one over there looks pretty bad off.” Yamcha was looking at the dark haired brut in uncertainty.

“You got to be kidding Yamcha, the guys a creep. He'd probably attack us the second we rescued him. And besides, look at that guy he's fighting. I mean let's be sensible here if he can't beat him then how can we?” The green fighter was talking with the white one. If they didn't leave now they may not be able to.

“Well I don't know but I still think we should do something.”

“Well I'm going to go see if that was Goku I saw. Are you coming aren't you?”

“Goku? Well alright I guess so.”

Krillen let out a sigh of relief. For a second there he thought that Yamcha was actually going to insist on fighting that guy. “How do I get myself in these situations?”

“Huh?”

“Oh nothing, just thinking out loud. Come on lets get the hell out of here!”

~~~

Nayo was awoken by a rather loud and worrisome sound. His head rang and he opened his eyes expecting to see the slave hall where he had lived for as long as he could remember. Fear filled him as memories of the past few days returned.

“Zarbon,” sorrow overtook him and he would have very likely have fallen asleep were it not for all the noise.

“Owe man first I set off that alarm and now I can't get this door open. Come on turn off.” The voice brought Nayo retreating to the back of the cell in terror. It didn't sound like Freaza talking. Was it a guard then? Nayo just prayed that whoever it was he wasn't going to go after him.

“Come on alarm turn off. Boy alarms just really seem to hate me. Come on, please turn off this is the second time I've done this and Vegeta's going to be pissed!”

`Hey that voice. I know it from somewhere.' Nayo was sure he'd heard it. But who would ever be here that he'd known? The only people he knew where slaves and they'd never risk themselves to come here. Wait, the Saiyan he'd met, the one that was so kind. That's who it was.

“Goku?” Nayo's voice was the quietest of whispers. The boy got up slowly and moved to the front of the cell. One glance outside sent Nayo fleeing back to the far wall. It wasn't Goku, he'd been wrong. He'd never seen this man before. "Hey Nayo there you are. Hang on I'll have you out of there in a sec.”

Nayo didn't answer, He didn't dare. It was clear that this gold haired man was a master. He didn't know how the man had known his name. He sure hadn't seen him before.

“Are you okay Nayo? Freaza didn't hurt you did he?”

Nayo thought for a moment how to answer him. Freaza had hurt him but not badly. He decided it would be better to lie slightly and not draw attention to himself.

“No master, he didn't.”

The golden haired man sighed. “Well that's good. I was worried. Hey didn't I tell you not to call me that? I'm not your master.”

`How could he have told me that if I've never met him? I'm certain I would remember someone that looked like that. Well I'm not about to question a master. If he says I saw him then I'll go along with it. Maybe that will please him enough that he'll leave me alone.'

“Yeah there we go.” The door slide open exposing Nayo to the strange man.

“Well let's go.”

Nayo got up stiffly not sure what to do. `What am I thinking? I don't have a choice. Who knows what he'll do to me if I don't come along? I wonder if he's taking me to Freaza. Hey wait a second! If what Freaza said is true then I can make him take me to Zarbon. But do I want to do that? First, Zarbon hates me now. No I can't cause him more trouble. But what if he's already in trouble? Freaza did say he was going after him. Yes I have to help him I owe him that. But how do I control this guy? Okay Nayo you can do this. You have to, for Zarbon. Okay just start out easy. I want him to, um bend down and touch his toes?'

The golden haired fighter instantly bent at the waist touching his toes. `Oh boy ah put your hands on your head and hope up and down on one foot?' The golden haired fighter did as Nayo wanted.

“What am I doing? Hey, what's going on?”

 

Nayo snickered; he couldn't help it, the tall man looked so funny.

`Okay, okay, stop let's get out of here.' The fighter stopped and led the way out.

“Nayo we've got to hurry.” Nayo nodded not certain if that was his wish to leave or his guides. `Is this any better then slavery? I mean this guy could have been taking me to Freaza but he could have also been trying to help me. He was pretty nice to me and now I'm ordering him around like a slave.' Guilt washed over Nayo. What should he do?

`Well this is different. I've got to help Zarbon then I'll make it up to him.' Nayo's thoughts were interrupted when someone he did recognize stepped into view.

“Kakorrot! What the hell have you been doing? There's guards swarming all over this place and all the alarms are sounding.”

“Oh hi Vegeta I was worried you wouldn't make it back.”

“What are you talking about Kakorrot? What have you been doing all this time? What is that slave doing here?”

“Well I was hopping on one foot. Nayo and I are getting out of here.”

“Kakorrot you imbecile I'm not even going to ask what you were thinking. Come on baka, we're leaving.”

Nayo was stunned by the amazing amount of information that was coming to him at once. Kakorrot? But wasn't that Goku's Saiyan name? Nayo was greatly confused. How could that be? This man didn't look anything Goku. He was sure of one thing. He didn't want to go with Prince Vegeta.

“Vegeta we're not going with you.”

“Nani?!”

“I-I just said that didn't I? Ah gomen Vegeta I'm not sure what came over me.”

Nayo watched in horror as this unfolded. He had just made Goku say that! If this was Goku he couldn't do this. He just couldn't. Goku was his friend. He would ask him to help him but he couldn't force him.

“Come on Nayo let's go.” Goku looked back at Vegeta pleadingly.

“You are not getting away from me that easily Kakorrot!”

The trio left with little trouble. Goku picked up Nayo and they flew off Nayo clinging tightly.

`Zarbon please hang on I'm coming. I don't know what I can do. I'm not going to make Goku fight. I can't do that to him. I'll think of something. I will.'