Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Against All Odds ❯ Sadistic ( Chapter 28 )

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Chapter Twenty-Eight

Sadistic

Vegeta drifted towards Frieza in a delusively calm manner, displaying complete confidence while ignoring the flutters of uncertainty in the bottom of his gut. He was sure that he had only one chance to win. He had to catch the scaly lizard off guard, attacking him quickly and brutally, slaying him before he had a chance to transform.

Frieza smiled benevolently up at the Saiyan. He had known that the prince would be victorious; he'd expected no less from the powerful warrior. Frieza leaned back in his chair, sated for the moment from the feast of battle frenzy he had just engorged himself on, while anticipating his next meal. The sparking of ki excited him, causing his heart to race, making him euphoric with the rush of adrenaline that coursed in his veins while the sight of blood aroused him painfully. Nothing pleased him more than to witness the death and destruction of those who were beneath him. He licked his lips eagerly, fantasizing about the fight to come.

"That took longer than I expected." Frieza had been certain that the prince would have finished his task of slaying Dodoria and Zarbon sooner than he had. He was especially concerned about the length of time that it took for Vegeta to kill Zarbon after Dodoria's death. He frowned in annoyance, fearing that his monkey prince was weaker than he'd thought and would not provide him with the challenge he yearned for.

"I like to play with my toys before I break them," growled Vegeta, while watching the tyrant closely.

Frieza threw back his head and laughed at Vegeta's quip. It was the moment that the prince had been waiting for and without hesitation Vegeta lunged forward, aiming for the monster's unguarded heart with deadly accuracy. Frieza's head snapped forward, his claws wrapping around the Saiyan's wrist tightly, halting his forward jab. Vegeta felt the soft give of flesh under his fingers, sinking up to the first knuckle as they plunged into his enemy's chest cavity, nearly reaching their goal.

Vegeta snarled and renewed the power of his thrust, trying to break free of the Frieza's grasp. So intent was he on his goal that he didn't notice when Frieza ignited his ki in his other hand and released it squarely into Vegeta's chest. Searing fire wrapped around his ribs, charring his skin and sending him crashing back a dozen yards. Rock scrapped the skin from his back as he skidded along the ground, cutting a shallow ravine in the dirt. He stared up at the clearing sky, watching as the clouds dissipated while trying to catch his breath.

"Well Saiyans always were mindless killing machines." Frieza brushed his hands together as if cleaning dust from them, an evil smirk spreading across his pinkish features. That had been close. Vegeta was definitely stronger and more devious than the tyrant had dared to hope. With leisurely disregard for the threat the prince presented, Frieza pulled himself off his throne to float in the air, while gloating down at Vegeta.

Vegeta bit back a groan as he rolled over to his hands and knees, pulling himself up off the ground with a slight pant. At the ice-jinn's words he hissed and glared up at Frieza, hate brewing in his cold eyes.

"Liar. The Saiyans were a proud warrior race," he spat.

"Oh is that what you were told?" Frieza sniggered. "I'll have you know that before I leashed your kin, they ran roughshod over the universe. Killing everything in their path."

Unexpectedly, Vegeta sprang forward, pummeling the ice-jinn with a flurry of blows. He was unwilling to admit defeat while his enemy's death was still within his grasp. Frieza's eyes widened with surprise as he flipped backwards, barely avoiding Vegeta's fierce attack. Frieza wisely retreated, studying the prince's growing skill while Vegeta relentlessly dogged his every move. Only sparks of light flashed in the distance as the two warriors tested their strengths.

"Monster! My people only fought foes that were worthy of them." Vegeta's hand latched onto Frieza's deceptively scrawny arm, pulling him close. With each word, Vegeta slammed his fist into Frieza's face, revering in the sickening crunch of flesh and bone. "We were honorable until you came and forced us to do your evil bidding."

With a sharp blow to Vegeta's gut, Frieza wrenched himself away from the enraged warrior. He retreated to a nearby knoll, panting slightly in exertion. The Saiyan prince was indeed much stronger than he expected and accommodations needed to be made. Excitement thrummed through his veins, drowning out the aching throb of his swollen face, as he eyed his opponent. He braced his feet on the ground, pulling his fists tight against his body in preparation of the transformation he had not expected to take so quickly.

"Yes, like I said, nothing but mindless killing machines. At least I gave them direction."

"You gave them a life of slavery," growled Vegeta.

With a baying laugh Frieza called on the terrible power that simmered just below the surface, always straining to be free and wreck havoc on the universe. Vegeta watched in desperation as his master took his second form, silently reassuring himself that he could still win. As long as Frieza didn't transform again, he had a chance.

Frieza roared as his power burst forth, disintegrating the ground around him, creating a crater as rock blew over Vegeta. The prince slit his eyes to protect them, but he didn't move away, instead he was fascinated by the sheer concentrated amount of evil that poured out of the monster in front of him. The change was seamless, without the lack of control a less experienced warrior may display. Frieza had long ago mastered his power and there was no need for expend his energy needlessly. Vegeta's lip curled into a disgusted sneer as he glared down at the cocky changeling who stood with his fists on his hips.

Frieza levitated out of the pit, drawing even with Vegeta. "I see those bodyguards of yours filled your pretty little head with nonsense." Before Vegeta could draw the breath to answer, Frieza launched himself at the prince, taking the offensive this time.

"They trained me in the Saiyan tradition the best they could." Vegeta retreated backwards, throwing ki blasts at his advancing foe.

"They filled your head with fantasies and nothing more. Deceiving you of the true nature of your race. Don't you think I would know the truth, monkey? After all I was there." Frieza deflected the blasts, secretly pleased at the power each one contained. Even in his second form Vegeta was going to provide him with a tantalizing challenge.

Mountains exploded around the two warriors as the blasts detonated, shaking the planet with their voracity. Both warriors disregarded the destruction they wrecked, unconcerned for the safety of the innocents that inhabited the world. They honed in on each other, only hearing the heartbeat of their enemy as they focused on silencing that one persistent sound. Vegeta switched direction abruptly charging the ice-jinn in a sudden move. The percussion of their blows thundered across the once peaceful plains as their fists connected against their opponent's flesh brutally.

"You are the one who is deceitful, Frieza. Spewing lies every time you open your putrid mouth." Vegeta taunted, hoping to catch the tyrant off balance. He watched his adversary with cold calculation, willing the anger away, so he could fight with a clear head. The rage he held inside of him strained against its steel restraints, snapping at the bit to be free. A true warrior did not allow emotion to distract him from battle, but Vegeta could barely contain all the resentment he had stored inside him, targeting his most hated enemy.

Frieza hissed and his lips narrowed into a sneer of repugnance. "The universe thanked me when I destroyed your world. Eliminating your race was the most benevolent thing I have ever done."

Vegeta stiffened, the fury that he had smothered until now spilled over, tainting his calm. "I despise you with every fiber of my being. You annihilated my world, murdered my people. You forced me…" Vegeta took a shuddering breath as the world bled into crimson and the sound of Frieza's heartbeat pounded in his head. He would not think of that now, he would not think of her. Pain ripped through his brain as cerulean fire flashed in the depths of his mind. Frieza saw Vegeta drift away and he lashed out his tail, intending to catch the prince across the face with a humiliating slap. Just the thing to keep subordinates in line.

Frieza's eyes widened with surprise as Vegeta carelessly caught his tail in mid swing, not even bothering to look directly at the ice-jinn at first. Slowly, as if time was meaningless, the prince raised his head, glaring directly into Frieza's eyes. The tyrant's breath hitched as he was pulled into the fathomless abyss of the Saiyan's eyes, only seeing the reflection of his own cold features.

"You ruined my life and I am going to kill you if it's the last thing I do." Frieza was momentarily dazed by the sheer hatred burning in the depths of Vegeta's obsidian eyes. Vegeta's grip tightened painfully on Frieza's sensitive tail and the Saiyan grit his teeth as his body tensed, feeling the flow of power surge through him. His onyx pupils became pinpoints of flame and his muscles swelled with strength. Blue-black lightning bolts shot up out of the ground, twining around the duo before shooting into Vegeta. He jolted as the electricity slammed into his body, convulsing for a moment while he absorbed the shock.

Frieza watched in stunned alarm as a leer of vindictiveness spread over Vegeta's normally impassive features. With a flex of the Saiyan prince's new found strength Frieza was hurtling towards the ground, pile-driving a rock outcropping before impacting the dirt. Rocks cascaded onto him, bouncing off his prone form and coming to rest beside him. He glared back up at the prince who was still floating far above him. Vegeta's chest heaved as he took great gulping breathes while holding something that wagged wildly. Frieza's eyes narrowed as he focused on the object in the prince's hand.

Frieza let out a feminine screech of outrage, while Vegeta laughed heartily at his distress. In his hand he held the ice-jinn's tail, his pride and joy. Frieza shot up out of the hole that he laid in, twirling in the air in an effort to examine the bloody stump that used to be his gorgeous tail. With a hiss of fury he whirled on the prince.

"You are going to regret that for many years to come, you little shit!" Frieza's face turned dangerously red as his hands balled into fists. His aura flamed to life around him and he extended one finger, aiming for the most crippling areas of Saiyan anatomy. Vegeta saw the tip of Frieza's finger heat up with a red beam and he darted to the side avoiding incineration, while tossing the ice-jinn's tail in front of the blast with malicious pleasure. He snickered as Frieza's ugly mouth formed a perfect circle of horror. The tyrant snapped his jaw shut with a resounding crack, grinding his teeth together as his tail fell to the ground in pile of ash. Frieza's narrowed gaze tracked Vegeta as he fired haphazardly, intent on wounding the prince and soon the air was filled with smoke and dust, hiding the Saiyan from sight.

"You are coming back with me, prince. You are my property and you will not disobey me again." Frantically the lizard scanned the area, searching for any signs of the mutinous warrior.

"I will die before that happens." The softly spoken voice filled with menace sent shivers down Frieza's spine. With a gasp he whirled around to find the arrogant prince glaring at him with deadly intent glinting in his eyes. Frieza inhaled sharply before he steadied himself. He was the ruler of the Universe. Everyone bowed to him. There was nothing to fear from some ignorant Saiyan, who had misplaced ideals of honor and pride. He was the master. It was time that the prince learned his place at the feet of his ruler. He had very specific plans for Vegeta's role in the universe, wasting him in death was something that he wanted to avoid. After all, killing the last prince of a dead race wouldn't nearly be as entertaining as keeping him alive. Frieza squared his shoulders, puffing his chest out importantly as he faced Vegeta.

"I think not. Even though you are just a filthy monkey, you are exactly what I need."

Vegeta cocked his head to the side, looking at the duplicitous ice-jinn. "What are you rambling about now, you dick?"

Frieza snarled at the disrespectful tone in the Saiyan's voice. He made a note to punish him especially for his snide clip. Sooner or later Vegeta would break and then Frieza would mold him into exactly what he wanted. Frieza thrived on the thrill of battle, but the one thing that he enjoyed more than that was destroying a person's sense of self in a slow poisonous onslaught of mental abuse. He loved the challenge of changing a person from what they were meant to be into something they could barely tolerate. Their own personal monster.

"You're ruthless and cunning. You have more intelligence than any of your predecessors ever displayed. More importantly, you have an unquenchable thirst for power. You are perfect." Frieza hissed with triumphant pleasure that unsettled Vegeta. He had heard a lot of crap spewing from the monster's mouth, but this was entirely unexpected and confusing.

"Perfect for what, you freak?"

"To be the universe's ultimate killer."

Vegeta's eyes widened and he instinctively backed away before he steadied himself.

"You see my prince everything must come to an end. Even my rule. And since I can't have icelings," Frieza paused a moment before continuing. "That leaves you."

Disgust and fear clawed its way through Vegeta's gut as he glared at his master. If he had less control he would have begun to hyperventilate as the panic washed over him. What the bastard was saying was impossible. He hated Frieza. He had vowed on countless times to kill him and now he was spouting some nonsense about taking his place as the universe's terrorist. Vegeta would rather slit his own throat than be named that tyrant's heir apparent.

"Never." He whispered while still staring horror-struck at the monster in front of him.

Frieza chuckled at Vegeta's horrified tone. "You have the potential to become the strongest in the universe thus wrestling the throne from my grasp, but not before I have molded you into exactly what I want. A master of death and destruction."

"That's absurd. You're insane!" Vegeta hissed, stunned at the turn of events. "I will kill you before that happens."

Frieza grinned maliciously, "Oh yes, dear boy. You are turning out just fine. You will make a magnificent replacement for me when I am done with you. A monster that is unequaled in bloodshed and devastation. They will whisper of your depravity and shudder in revulsion." He cackled as he watched the panic spread over Vegeta's face. For years he had trained the boy without his knowledge. Sending him out on the most bloodthirsty missions available. Beating every scrap of emotion out of him and teaching him to substitute feelings with bloodshed.

He had almost succeeded. Vegeta had been primed to become what he abhorred the most, a midnight fiend bent on the destruction of the universe, until that little bitch had interfered. Vegeta was a machine when it came to battle, killing without remorse, conquering entire galaxies for his master, but then Bulma came along with her farfetched dreams and tight little body. She had very nearly ruined his pet project. As it was, she had disrupted his schedule severely. Thanks to her the prince was far more powerful than he should be at this time and was suffering from an influx of emotions that he could not possibly handle.

Vegeta's pulse raced as he stared aghast at Frieza. All these years he was being groomed by his master to become a monster. All those missions, all those times that Frieza had ordered him to do something heinous, all those people he had slaughtered. How many times had he walked into Frieza's throne room, bathed in the blood of innocents and listened as he master praised him for efficiency? It made sense now, why Frieza had never killed him no matter how disrespectful he had behaved. He was being molded into a demon, an experiment by a mad king who had nothing better to do than to manipulate the lives of those around him.

Frieza had mentioned predecessors. This was not the first time he had done such a thing. What had happened to the others? Obviously they had failed their master's sick little tests. But Vegeta never failed when it came to annihilation. He had succeeded in all of his bloody tasks and failure was not an option for him. Only when it came to her had he finally crumbled. The one person who had given him everything and had only asked for one thing in return. The death of her tormentor. Vegeta staggered back, still glaring at Frieza. He was a monster, created by his master to be the worst tyrant the universe had ever seen. A beast without a conscious.

"No,' Vegeta whispered. He paused, gathering his pride around him. "No," he stated more forcibly. "I'm going to kill you and I'm going to rule, but I will do it my way."

Frieza cackled with delight at the prince's dramatic upset. "You aren't strong enough to kill me Vegeta. Maybe some day, but not today. No, today you are coming back with me and you are going to resume your place kneeling at my feet."

A shift took place inside of Vegeta and he shoved down his repulsion at the ice-jinn's words. Something hardened inside of him; caging away the chivalrous creature that Bulma had momentarily awoken in her struggle to escape her fate. When he looked back up at his master, he was the monster that Frieza had created. A remorseless beast that lived to maim and kill.

"Never again." Vegeta's words rang with cold authority and Frieza couldn't stop the small shiver that slid down his spine.

Vegeta braced himself in the open air, pulling his arms in tight next to his body. He reached deep inside of himself, searching for the power that he craved, that he needed. His ki began to spark and snap, the electricity in the air causing the small hairs on his body to stand on end. He closed his eyes, reveling in the power that poured over him, bathing his body in warm heat. Deeper he delved, allowing his energy to spill out of him, becoming tangible in a shimmer of blue light.

He followed the snaking pit that led to his power, he could see its glow, deep inside of him and he reached for it. For a brief instant, his indigo ki faded to white, but then a wall rose up, blocking his path, locking the golden energy away from him. He howled with rage and Frieza backed away, startled at the amount of strength his protégé was displaying.

Vegeta grit his teeth and his head rocked back on his neck as his muscles bulged with the strain of containing the sheer amount of power that he exuded. His head snapped forward and his animalistic eyes locked onto his prey. He brought his hands in front of him, gathering all of that energy into a ball in his palms. He shook and sweat began to pour off his body as his temperature shot up. The ball grew and the condensed energy between his hands crackled with malevolence.

Frieza watched with stupefied wonder as Vegeta gathered his ki before him. Never had he imagined the prince being this strong. Bulma was far, far cleverer than he had given her credit for. Perhaps it had been a bit hasty to have her killed off. Without warning the ball blasted off towards him and he snapped back to attention. He braced himself, confident that he could easily deflect such a blast.

With a snigger of conceit, he pressed his hands against the fiery sphere, ignoring the searing burn of his palms. He slowly forced the energy up away from his body, directing it towards the atmosphere when unexpectedly another blast slammed into him. Frieza screamed as the blinding energy engulfed him, boiling his flesh. A sickening stench filled the air as his skin began to bubble from the intense heat. Through his screams he could hear Vegeta's wicked laughter as he writhed in agony.

Darkness consumed Frieza and he fell from the sky, dropping to the ground without any of his protective shields and slamming into the planet floor with a sickening thud. Dust and debris exploded upwards like a geyser and the prince honed his senses, searching for the tell-tale ki signature from his enemy, finding nothing but emptiness. As the smoke cleared, Vegeta grinned down at the hole, unable to see into deep shadows of the cavity. He had known that Frieza would be too arrogant to pass up the chance to show off his strength to him. So while he was busy deflecting one blast, Vegeta had hurled a more powerful sphere at the preoccupied tyrant.

He felt pleasure ripple through him as he relished his victory over his master. He had won. Using his cunning mind he had destroyed his enemy, before he could transform into his final appearance. He closed his eyes, savoring the rush of power that surged over him. He ruled the universe now. He was Emperor of all.

He heard a shower of rock and his eyes snapped open in time to see a horrific doll like face in front of his before an iron hard fist smashed into his jaw. He spun away, barely able to get his careening under control before another blow was thrust into his gut. His breath escaped him in a whoosh and he felt his ribs crack under the blow. He frantically backpedaled, trying to regain his balance.

Before he could pull himself together he felt a cold hand wrap around his throat and his eyes widened when a pale face invaded his vision. The final form of Frieza glared back at him, fury ebbing off of him in evil waves.

"You little fucking monkey. I'm going to beat the shit out you." He hissed, his effeminate tones pitched even higher

Vegeta desperately struggled in Frieza's vise grip, furiously kicking out his feet to strike the changeling in the gut. Frieza just grinned at his pathetic attempts and his reptilian eyes flickered to Vegeta's waist, his smile becoming wider.

"Let's see how you like having your tail yanked, monkey."

Frieza reached down, latching his fingers onto the furry appendage that was wrapped tightly around the Saiyan's waist. He pulled it away with ease and Vegeta grunted as small biting shocks of pain ran up his spine at the ice-jinn's tight grip. Frieza released Vegeta's neck, but before the prince could react, the tyrant pulled hard on his tail, doubling him over with agony. Frieza dragged Vegeta through the air by his tail, taking him to several pillars of rock that could be seen in the distance.

Vegeta gulped in air, desperately trying to control the rivers of fire that were racing up his spine as he was yanked by his tail. He tried to move, but the pain was rendering him nearly paralyzed. Without warning Frieza swung the prince forward, slamming his body into the first pillar of stone. Vegeta grunted as he collided with the column, shattering rock onto the canyon floor below them. Again and again, Frieza bashed Vegeta against the rocks like a wet fish, cackling madly with every blow. Blood flowed from the cuts and gashes that littered the prince's body and he was nearly unconscious from the blinding spasms in his spine.

With a final malicious giggle, Frieza hurled Vegeta over his shoulder and the prince rocketed towards the ground. The impact jarred Vegeta into consciousness again and relief poured through him when he realized that the evil monster hadn't ripped off his tail like he'd expected him too. That would more than likely lower his value in his master's eye,s thought Vegeta as he glared at the blue sky above him. He watched as Frieza floated down to him, unable to find the strength to move his screaming muscles.

Frieza looked at him, crossing his thin arms in front of his chest. Vegeta was struck by how delicate the changeling looked while disgusted by the monster's sheer strength at the same time.

"If Bulma could see you now. How disappointed she would be." Frieza snickered at the battered prince in the hopes of rousing him. Frieza was thoroughly enjoying himself now that he had the upper hand and he didn't want the battle to end so soon.

He's words had the desired effect and Vegeta struggled to his feet. "Don't you ever say her name, you bastard." Vegeta was incensed that this monster would dare mention her to him. As far as he was concerned she was off limits. Frieza had no right to utter his mate's beautiful name.

Frieza was amused by Vegeta's response. It seemed that his monkey prince had more feelings for Bulma than he would admit. He loved to bestow emotional pain on his victims as well as physical pain, so he kicked his merciless taunting up a notch.

"Why? I've said it quite a few times. Especially when she was thrashing under me."

"Shut up you sick fuck!" Though Vegeta's entire body was a playground of agony, it was miniscule compared to the shards of glass that sliced at his brain, dazing him slightly.

"What? Does it upset you to know that I was her first…" A sly glint entered the evil monster's eye, "and her last?" Frieza's remark was rewarded with an astounding display of fury from the prince.

Vegeta face bloomed red and he nearly swallowed his tongue in his rage. This time there was no soft voice or angelic image to erase the words. Reality slapped him viciously across the face and he had to accept the fact that Bulma was raped after he left her on Primus. He had walked away from the throne room and sped off to complete his training, unconcerned to her fate. He'd known what she would be facing once back in the arms of the ice-jinn and he had chosen to ignore the truth, because he had been angry with her for her momentary treachery. He clenched his eyes shut, guilt gnawing at his very bones. He really was a monster, no matter what she said.

"You are nothing to her! You are not fit to touch her!" He screamed with rage, his face purpling now.

Frieza cocked a thin brow, looking down at the enraged Saiyan with shock. He had never seen the cold prince display such raw emotion over anything.

"Touch her?" Must I remind you Prince Vegeta, you killed her. In cold blood no less and after she had been so loyal to you. We tried everything to get her to talk and our knowledge in such things is quite extensive. Granted, we only had a short time to attempt to persuade her and I didn't want to leave any nasty scars. After all, bedding her wouldn't be nearly as pleasurable if she was maimed."

Vegeta stared up at his master, cold fury chilling his beating heart. With every word he could feel the last of his soul bleed away, leaving behind an empty shell. Nothing remained, only a driving need to kill.

"You are nothing but a sick sadistic bastard and I will enjoy bathing my hands in your blood while you scream for mercy." Vegeta's impassive features showed no doubt that he would be victorious over the ice-jinn.

Frieza merely cocked his head to the side a slight smile curling on his ruby red lips. Yes, Vegeta was turning out just fine.

"Now who's sadistic?"

A/N

*BIG YAWN*

In my opinion the next chapter is better, but I am a dork. Why do the bad people waste time yakking? Always with the evil plans that make no sense.