Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Child of Desire ❯ Breaking Point ( Chapter 5 )

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Child of Desire

 

Chapter Five: Breaking Point

 

 

Soft rain drizzled over Planet Frieza, accompanied by sporadic flashes of lightning that lit up the sky. It did nothing to move Nara from her position, stiff as a statue, sat next to a few bushes outside the base. Ahead, two warriors engaged in a fight, hand to hand and head to head. Their silhouettes danced about with ferocity, going at each other full on, clearly aiming to cause as much damage as possible.

 

 

It had been two weeks after Vegeta had come back from his last mission and the past few days he had taken to spending a chunk of his time picking up fights with several soldiers for the most insignificant of reasons. Many of them didn't particularly need much of a push to accept the challenge, being that the Saiyan had a notorious fame for being as popular a topic as unpopular a character. He had been responsible for at least four members of the middle ranks found dead in the premises with signs of having been unmercifully beaten to their demise. One of the bodies recovered had been blasted through the middle section with what had to have been a tremendously powerful beam of energy. Another victim had been barely recognizable when it had been encountered, limbs and other parts scattered over a not too wide terrain.

 

 

Strangely enough, it was difficult to pinpoint who the administrator of the killings had been; being that there weren't signs of other soldiers having engaged in heavy combat. No one had been reported to the medical bay and a dark echo of murmurs began to expand over the always effervescent social fabric of the place. Word of mouth began to spread in the lower circles, claiming it was the Saiyan Prince but nobody had vital proof of the matter. A few people stated having seen him engaged in heated discussions with the unlucky victims but then again Vegeta engaged in verbal spars quite often.

 

 

The fight that unraveled in the middle of the windy night seemed to carry on for what felt like hours. Nara could have sworn to have heard the cracking of bones and gushing of blood, even through the obtrusive weather, the sounds lingering within her brain as clearly as if it ensued only a few inches away from her. Regardless of how it still made her quiver, she was beginning to get used to the odd situation, to the ruthless butchering that played out before her very eyes. It so happened as she hid somewhere nearby, feeling like a direct accomplice to the grim outcome but refusing to dwell on whatever rational thinking one might lend the brain to.

 

 

The shorter figure stumbled some, but his precarious state was still miles better than the one of his opponent, now the clear loser of the morbid match. The latter laid pinned under the other one's boot, his body beginning to convulse as blood spewed from his mouth. It was finally over, and a sense of utter relief fell over the single witness to the event. It was mixed with pleasure, the type one feels when enveloped by feelings of selfishness and despotism, like a rapist stealing the life from its victim without concern for who it had been.

 

 

When the job was finished, and the rain still fell from the skies with a lulling gentleness, he approached her. He barely made it to where she was before collapsing to the ground and she hurriedly dragged herself to meet him, her muddy clothing sticking to her body. She decided to ignore the shivers of cold that pricked at her back like painful needles and concentrated on exerting her energy over him, a warm heat wave that provided a little break to her clammy hands. When enough was suffused into his badly bruised body and all bones were in place she ended her ministrations. There was no evidence of anything ever had happened and the knowledge of that filled her with a swelling sense of satisfaction.

 

 

Vegeta groaned and fluttered his eyes before setting them on her. She hovered over him, the hair a tangled mess of mud and water, the skin pale and dank, but behind the disarray, he could still notice the same small smile he was used to waking up to.

 

She frowned. “Vegeta?”

 

In a second, he sat up and gently pushed her aside with the back of his arm. He then looked at his gloved hands, flexing his fingers repeatedly as if still in awe of the powers that kept bringing him back to life. And making me stronger every time, he thought in delight. He knew that nearly dying and managing to survive had a tremendous effect on his fighting levels which definitely surged a few thousand marks after he recovered. However, he hadn't been lucky enough to find something like this before. Vegeta narrowed his eyes and smiled while looking at his legs, which now felt faster and stronger. This was something else, and it was working marvels on him.

 

 

Nara wiped the rain water away from her lips with the back of her hand. “I thought you might actually die this time.” Her big eyes were squarely planted on his face, an expression of concern dancing on them.

 

 

Vegeta rose to his feet and assumed a dignified pose, his face lifted up to the winds and the water grazing his proud features. “Don't be stupid. I'm not only Saiyan but the best warrior my race ever produced.” He spat. “You should realize that I will become more than anyone ever thought possible even for my people.” His voice dropped to a whisper, “Super Saiya-jin, the Legendary, destroyer and conqueror of worlds…”

 

 

Nara thought there was almost a boyish trait to his ramblings. “…and the killer of that blasted mother fucker so that the army, the empire, the Colds, the planets, the universe, bow down to me.”

 

 

She smiled at him vacantly, behind dazed eyes. She was still crouched in the muddy ground, a tiny frail figurine of a child that rocked her body slightly back and forth, enthralled in his power ridden speech.

 

 

“Everyone…will bow down to a Saiya-jin” He looked at her, his head cocked to the side. “even you”. With that he planted his boot on her and pushed her gently so that she fell on her back, splashing water around her.

 

 

“Feh” She spat, wiping mud off her eyes. “You are an evil boy. Has anyone told you how evil you are?” She was slightly displeased that her whiny statement had only made him chuckle as if she was actually praising him. Brat.

 

 

His eyes lingered on her for a few seconds, the insignificant creature that oddly enough was proving to be quite an interesting tool. A disconcerting thought fleeted across his mind before he discarded it with a frown. He then deliberately chose to wrap up the evening and turn away from her, clearly heading back to the base. The kid was rather useful but she proved to be insufferable to be around. He genuinely didn't know how to react to the things she said, the way she carried herself, like an overdeveloped two year old that clearly basked in his attention. He hadn't been around someone like that ever, the awkward way she acted, the way she didn't fit, her weakness, it was sometimes almost unbearable to watch, with a nonexistent power level and an imperfection beyond comprehensible, it still surprised him that she was able to bring him back to the living with such ease.

 

 

When hearing her moan, he turned around to look at her. She was trying to get out from the muddy puddle, but her movements were as clumsy as could be. She splashed around like vermin that had fallen into a trap. Inept kid. He walked back over to where she was and grabbed the back of her shirt to lift her out; throwing her a few meters away into a spot that was firm and solid.

 

He remained standing, looking at her with a slight curiosity in his eyes, the same way he sometimes looked at odd creatures from far away and extravagant places. She got up and tried shaking the excess moisture from her clothes. Was it possible that she had gotten even weaker after these past days? Vegeta thought her face looked haggard and her hair had lost a lot of its gloss.

 

 

He then closed his eyes, acquired a stern expression and proceeded to head back to the base, walking with poise and determination.

 

 

“Vegeta”

 

 

He wasn't surprised to hear her whisper after him. He knew it couldn't have been the wind playing with his senses. After a few steps he halted and waited for her to trail after him. He only resumed his step when he was sure she was a mere couple steps away.

 

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3 more days went by before Temy and her team were summoned before Frieza's lieutenants. When her scouter blinked and an order to appear at one of the conference halls followed, she gathered the time had finally come. She was delighted. It was good to get a little action and enjoy a good couple of months of a challenge. Regardless of every mission or examination potentially being her last one, she was accustomed to her lifestyle and depended on it to get better at what she did.

 

 

This is what meandered through her mind as she lay asleep on her bunk. Today it had been impossible to lock herself up with him, the Saiyan, for she'd had to spend most of the day - until a few minutes ago - in a meeting with Helu and the rest of her comrades. They had discussed every single detail about their newly assigned examination, standard protocol for every team that had to work heavy strategizing. After much deconstructing of every possible scenario and kink that could arise during the task, she felt her brain was fried and her body was drained.

 

 

That didn't mean she hadn't just started feeling ready for something only Vegeta could provide. She pulled her cover tighter around her bare body. It suddenly felt like a harmless distraction to lend herself to some of her darkest thoughts, the kind that bubbled in the deepest corners of her mind. They smoldered with sensations from tight skin to rippling muscles. Her blood seemed to agitate under the remembrance of his hot breath over her neck, tongues licking every body part possible, and fur, soft and firm curling around her legs.

 

 

She knew it was only her and Nara in the room now. The child now lay asleep on the floor next to her bunk, and the rhythmic sound of her breathing was more than clear evidence that she was asleep. With that thought in her mind, Temy slipped a hand down her body and parted her thighs, positioning her fingers right were it was most needed. She gritted her teeth and pressed the side of her face against the surface she laid on, letting a little sigh escape from her lips. As she stroked and penetrated with expert movements, somewhat trying to mimic what he would do, she made a mental note: make sure she got a long, nice, hard fuck from Vegeta before taking off. It had only been two days and she felt like exploding. She didn't want to think what a couple of months would do to her. In fact she was counting on that one last session to see her through the time until she managed to hook up with him again.

 

 

She tensed her arm and writhed beneath the covers, a tiny moan seeping through unexpectedly. Her sex seemed to open up like a budding flower in need of being pollinated. It screamed at the grueling need to have him filling up her every space. She could really feel it coming now…just a little more of his voice echoing through her memories. Her whispery moans were tiny and nearly inaudible, pressed against the solid mattress below her.

 

“Temy?!”

 

 

She bounced on the bed and sat up immediately. “Mother fff..….what the hell do you want?!”

 

 

In the dim light, she turned to see Nara who was now obviously wide awake and insisting on bugging her even when she thought she was safe. Temy looked closely and gathered she looked terrified, her eyes glittering with tears and almost shaking.

 

“I can't sleep, I keep waking up. Can I lie down next to you?” She spoke softly, in a pleading tone.

 

Temy could barely believe her ears.

 

 

“Fuck no. I honestly don't give a shit if you sleep or not kid. Now shut it and let me go back to resting.” With that, she turned around and lay back down, sporting a scowl to herself.

 

 

A few minutes dragged on, but Temy's mood had been totally disrupted. She now lay wide awake, hearing Nara's occasional sobs penetrate her mind like incisive little needles. Rage boiled inside her, making her seriously consider throwing the younger girl out of the room, but she kept lying on her side, as stiff as a board.

 

 

Nara's continued uneasy pattern of sleep kept making the kid jolt in place. Her teeth started clattering together and the sobbing intensified.

 

 

“If you crawl over here will you cut that out?” Temy's voice was grave.

 

 

A second later, Nara moved silently unto the bunk next to the older female and curled up facing her back. Neither realized the moment both fell asleep.

 

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“…and finally the last addition to the new Ginyu Force squadron, Ghurd…”

 

 

The crowd murmured in awe as the small tubby soldier moved his way to the front. Commander Ginyu beamed at him and gave him his new armor, complete with the very famous insignia of the special group he was head of. They all stood in the middle of a grand hall, populated with soldiers of every rank, all of which in a way idolized the idea of becoming a member of the reputed force. It signaled tremendous skill and power, arousing the respect from the entire army and special considerations from Master Frieza himself.

 

 

Vegeta leaned against a column erected right next to a wide metallic gate that was now open. Outside, the day was clear and the terrain, composed of dirt and shrubs, extended as far as the eye could see, blending into the horizon. He looked at it, allowing himself to get distracted with the idea of freedom, large and full, away from the army and Frieza's orders. It seemed easy to grasp, a few feet away from him, as expanse as the universe itself and as promising as ever.

 

 

He immediately dismissed the idea. It wasn't the first time he had allowed the thought to sneak into his brain and every time it'd happened he managed to successfully throw it away. He was smart enough to understand all the implications it carried with it and he frankly believed dwelling on the notion was both pitiful and a complete waste of time.

 

“…deeply honored Commander Ginyu” Ghurd's slippery voice expanded across the hall.

 

 

“He will be a perfect addition to our group pose!” Rikum issued a wide grin, his bulky body towering over the others.

 

 

Vegeta huffed and emitted a long list of muttered insults behind his breath. He then drifted his pupils to the corner of his eyes, still unable to see the figure that sat leaning against the other side of the pole, but sensing her the same.

 

 

“Didn't know you had such a colorful vocabulary”. Temy rasped while she munched on a ration bar.

 

 

“Hn, that's nothing.” He stated coolly. After a few minutes, the female spoke again.

 

 

“It is a planet grade 10. Right hellhole, nearly no air, could probably be a bore…a couple of months I'd say…” Vegeta didn't respond. His gaze remained focused ahead of him, his figure stiff as a statue. A moment later he crossed his arms and smirked.

 

 

“Frieza should assign me any minute. When he does, it could be about a couple of weeks. I will probably snatch up about three worlds while you're gone.” His voice was harsh but there was an underlying playful tone to it as well.

 

 

“You'll have to tell it to me and prove it as well”. Came her taunting response. When a silence carried on, she thought he had ended the brief exchange, but she suddenly cocked her head to the side as the sound of his words filled the space.

 

 

“I will”. The unspoken promise to meet again lingered in the air.

 

 

A good 30 feet away, two pairs of eyes darted in their direction expectantly. Radditz leaned a little over Nappa's shoulder, keen to see what his fellow Saiyan eyed with such intensity. His suspicions were confirmed when he noticed Vegeta against the pillar, where the female sat, facing the other way. It wasn't hard piecing it all together. They knew he had been responsible for the soldiers who got killed, and his miraculous recoveries could only have a single explanation.

 

 

Radditz's face darkened and looked up at Nappa, who now stared at the front of the hall, where the Ginyu Special Forces and a few other lieutenants exchanged what seemed to be pompous words for an already overbearing ceremony. The older Saiya-jin's face was undecipherable, but it sung with a thorough knowledge that Radditz shared. Words were really unnecessary and Radditz had come to know him well enough that sometimes speaking seemed past the point. That their Lord and Prince had found some sort of hole through which to squirm and pull free even beneath Frieza's oppressive mandate was admirable. Only Vegeta seemed to carry the personality to terrify people and also enthrall them. It was also rather positive that he had been able to get stronger while stranded in the base, for they all knew a Saiya-jins derive more power from within when being snatched from the cold claws of death. Radditz looked at Nappa's hardened features once more before swiftly turning away and scanning the crowd. But Frieza could be nowhere and everywhere at the same time, a ruthless devil pulled from the innards of hell.

 

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Vegeta's footsteps echoed across the empty hallway. He moved through the dingy tunnel at a steady pace, lost in his ruminations. Lately they seemed a little less convulsive and somewhat more orderly, like huge blocks of stone that were shifting to fit each other, molding themselves to their container. The nightmares although ever present, began to subside in their cruel aim to grab him and pull him under physically. They seemed to accept their place as nothing more than harmless echoes of memories, desires and random thoughts. He was able to suffer them as usual, with no grave consequences, the same way it'd been since he could remember.

 

 

Thankfully, physically he had never felt before. His body felt both lighter and tougher, a unique combination that filled him with confidence. He had taken it easy the last few days though, avoiding the frenzied rhythm that had befallen him at first when realizing the possibilities ahead. He did not want to foster more attention to the deaths around the base, and preferred to let it sit. People might actually suspect him and that is one thing he wanted to avoid at all cost.

 

 

He could've grabbed Nappa or Radditz in the meantime and force them to inflict as much pain and damage on him as was possible, both of them at the same time if needed. After all they were his subjects and were obliged to do as he commanded, but for some reason, he pushed the thought aside. Every time it surfaced, along with it came memories of the girl, the dimness in the pit of her dusky eyes, the shadows that surrounded them and had lately converted them into a ghost of what they used to be. He also remembered the crackling of her joints, the flaking skin that looked as if it could fall apart were he to touch it and her thinning lips, which where once fuller and vibrant with color. It was impossible not to notice it, and inevitable for him to be slightly angered at the knowledge of what that meant. Her weakness was intolerable, but he knew his feeling wasn't straightforward frustration. It was tinged with something else, which he couldn't quite comprehend but that made him look away every time he looked at his reflection. The feeling had a vague resemblance to what he had felt deep within his chest after first finding out how his world had truly been destroyed at the hand of the snake. The nagging little feeling that had bugged him and made him wonder if it had been his fault. He had adeptly pushed the irritating thought down and suffocated it, preferring the icy grasp of rage, fury and pain instead.

 

 

Vegeta pressed his lips into a thin line. No, his power level could wait. He could wait…

 

 

The sound of Dodoria clearing his throat loudly reverberated across the room, as he stood directly in Vegeta's path. The Saiyan felt annoyed at the harsh interruption and frankly disgusted at his presence, but none of that surfaced through to his face. Instead, he remained the same, not a single muscle twitching as he moved ahead purposefully, at the same pace and with the same regality. Dodoria placed his meaty hands on his hips as Vegeta approached, but the latter simply went around him, ignoring him completely.

 

 

The blood inside the immense round figure of Dodoria began to boil irrepressibly, an effect that for some reason only this particular individual could incite in him, the scum, the little beast that carried himself with such arrogance and audacity before him. What, did he think he was better than him? Just because he was supposed to be a Prince? Because he was Saiyan? Well Dodoria accepted that there was nothing royal about himself, in fact he came from a mudball that produced living creatures with as much grace as a bunch of oxen from Riego, but damned the Gods if he hadn't worked his ass to get to where he was now. In fact, he was rather proud of his achievements, brought forth by the incredible power level he had been born with. He was now Frieza's right (or left hand), Zarbon claimed the other, but he really thought it was far better than anything the pesky monkey could ever achieve. Everyone shuddered before him, everyone but this scoundrel. He really did think he was above everyone else, especially above him and that notion was intolerable to someone of his stature. The nerve.

 

 

The tumultuous thoughts sputtered inside Dododria's head, making his blood pressure rise by the second. If it wasn't because there was a strict thin veil that Frieza had issued above his favorite possession, he would have taught him a valuable lesson already. What deterred him was he didn't in anyway want to spoil the brat and then have to suffer through his master's wrath. His power level was so much above the Saiyan, he knew he could probably kill him rather easily and being in the middle of a fight would make it difficult for him to contain his fury, so much contempt he felt for him. He seriously thought not even a regen tank would be fast enough to reverse the damage.

 

 

A snide smile spread across Dodoria's bumpy face, his broad lips suddenly curling into pure mischief. Ah but things were now slightly different now, weren't they, not only that but he had leverage.

 

 

“Vegeta!” Dodoria turned around and walked towards the Prince, who halted his step unwillingly. …Time to be as sarcastically polite as usual, he thought.

 

 

“I believe it is standard protocol for soldiers to bow down to their superiors, now isn't it? Especially little werecreatures from backwards planets like yours.” His voice dripped with irony but Vegeta was more than used to the treatment. With much aplomb, he straightened his spine, crossed his arms and met the taller fighter's gaze defiantly.

 

 

“Superior? Don't worry Dodoria, when I stumble upon a superior I will make sure to follow protocol.” Vegeta stated in a slow mordant voice.

 

 

Dodoria blinked in surprise, but began to acquire a more confident stance. His features began contorting into pure nastiness as he crept closer to the other warrior, leaning over him but not making the other one budge.

 

 

“You know, prince Vegeta, I wonder if you'd be as cocksure all the time if your pretty face winded up, well, let's say, not so pretty.” Dodoria remarked while grinning sideways.

 

 

Vegeta puffed and turned his head sideways. “Dodoria, grace my day with your sharp observations some other day, when I am in the mood to withstand your stale breath.” With that he started walking again, but a huge arm clasped his neck and choked him, not allowing him to move one step further.

 

 

“Oh, I say we don't wait.” Dodoria chuckled, beginning to drag Vegeta outside unto a wide landing deck.