Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Giving In ❯ The beast ( Chapter 7 )

Disclaimer: I don't anything more than my computer and a huge fuzzy dog…unless you really like having a dog the size of a horse as company, I wouldn't recommend suing me. Oh, and the only songs I own in here are Devil in My Soul (that would be the one that both of them sang in this story) and Flying, which you guys will be seeing in another chapter. I also have a duet that I'm going to put in here…I just have to find out where I stuck the story first. Oh well, at least I'm honest about why I can't ever find anything.

Author's Note: Alright people, this is the one, my baby, the chapter where the plot actually comes forth…ahem…not that I didn't have a plot to begin with but still…

~Thoughts

Chapter Seven: The Beast…

It had been nearly two weeks since they admitted Vegeta in, as the singer for their rag-tag band and the others still hadn't come up with a way to work out their devious plan. Unbeknownst to them, however, the two were conforming…slowly, but definitely conforming…to the plan they had all tried to work out. It was by the third week after the incident that another occurred, only this one was far more dangerous than certain people wished it had been.

Glaring up at her employer from where she lay on stark white sheets, she promised him many death threats with her gaze because her jaw was too swollen for her to talk, much less grit her teeth in pain. Her greatest discomfort, however, was the fact that he found the whole situation quite funny.

Lifting a brow when a whole new barrage of mental daggers flew at him, he shook his head and bit back another laugh when he glanced at her foot and saw her big toe in a splint because, out of all the things to break, she had broken that and bruised herself pretty badly when she started fixing the new gravity room yesterday. "I told you it was going to explode."

Snorting, then wincing, she lifted her gaze to the ceiling in an attempt to ignore him.

"But no, you knew better and lord knows that what you say is always right." Shaking his head again, he started pacing back and forth next to her bed then leaned against the bed, his fingers digging into the edge of the mattress. "I already know you aren't right in the head but that doesn't explain why an explosion like that didn't kill you."

Rolling her eyes, she flicked him off then squeaked when he grabbed her off the bed and dragged her out of the room.

"I'm going to put you in a regeneration tank because gestures aren't halfway as interesting as hearing you say what you mean." Stopping in thought, he poked her in the side before continuing speaking. "Not that I would take you up on half of those offers, no matter how flattering a few of them are." Hearing her muffled swearing, he grinned and walked faster, glad he had roused her anger enough that she would try to talk past the pain.

Whimpering softly, she bore the degrading form of travel and tried to think of the reason why she even chose to take this job in the first place. Ah…money, that was the reason she had chosen the job. Sighing, she stared downwards then lifted a brow when her gaze settled on his butt. ~Gosh he's got a nice butt…I wonder what it would feel like if…~ Shaking her head in surprise she tore her gaze away from his lower half and stared at the walls instead, wondering where that brief thought had come from. ~I'm beginning to scare myself…although his butt is very nice…~ Allowing her eyes to drift down again, she sighed once more then looked away when he stopped walking.

"Well…at least I won't have to put up with your constant complaining for a week." Setting her into the regeneration tank, he grabbed a mask and moved her hair back from her face before slipping it over her mouth and nose so she could breathe. "Thank whatever god there is out there."

~He's so full of shit.~ Eyes following his every movement, she watched him press several buttons on a control panel then looked up when a glass door came down in front of her. ~What the?~

"You better heal soon wench, I need that new Gravity Room up and running within two weeks."

She barely had time to roll her eyes before some sort of sleepy gas caused her to pass out.

Watching the tank fill, he sighed then turned and left the room.

Three days of practicing and grueling sparring had passed before she came out of the regeneration tank. All in all, the boys were happy and Vegeta was mildly pleased. He wasn't, however, pleased with what she came out singing at the top of her lungs. In fact he found the entire song offensive until she offered to let him sing the song.

"Go ahead and try it out if you think my singing it is so offensive. I've got nothing better to do with my time anyway." Finishing lunch, she set it on the table and watched as the various demi saiya-jins and one full-blooded saiya-jin take their seats at the table. "Really Vegeta, it's not like I'm trying to take all the credit for the song."

"I don't know where the hell you came up with those lyrics but they're insanely crazy."

"Why thank you, and after lunch, you can practice the insanely crazy song called…The Beast."

"And this name came to you how?"

"I dunno…the same time the song came to me."

"Whatever."

"So I guess this means you're gong to sing it?"

Grunting, he kept his gaze on his food, studying it as though it might jump off of his fork and bite his nose off. "Yes."

"Good, I'll go set up the practice room and copy down all of the words for you."

"Don't write the words…you sang the song so many times I've got the stupid thing memorized."

"Great." Turning to Trunks and his friend, she grinned and held out another plate of sandwiches to them. "Want more?"

Seventy-five sandwiches and three pots of rice later, they had all gotten comfortable in the practice room.

"Ok Vegeta, let's hear it." Plopping down onto a beanbag, she leaned back on her arms and waited.

Grumbling several choice threats and obscenities under his breath, he brought up the song in his mind before starting. ~

There's a beast inside of me just roaring to be free.

He tells me constantly that I am small and weak…

He likes to laugh at me when I dream of more…

He says you are stupid,

And you are weak.

You are nothing,

But my controlled freak.

Looking out through my tired eyes,

He says I don't care how you feel now.

I don't see why you whine so much,

You have everything,

You are free.

Just let me out once and I'll show you joy…

He says you are stupid,

And you are weak.

You are nothing,

But my controlled freak.

I ask nothing,

But to be free.

Why can't you let me be free?

I am nothing,

While you're free.

I'd give anything,

To be free.

You are stupid,

And you are weak.

You are nothing,

But my controlled freak.

Yes I am stupid,

And I might be weak.

But I'll never be,

Your controlled freak. ~

Eighteen stared down at the floor, her mind racing with multitudes of information about the proud prince who had just finished singing. She remembered…somewhere…he had been under the control of a cruel tyrant…Frieza was the lizard's name. Her husband had told her the whole story behind each of the fighters he called, albeit hesitatingly, friend. Glancing at the purple haired wonder, she noticed that his eyes were brimming with anger…and maybe a little sorrow. A personal time period in the prince's life had been bared for everyone to see just by a mere twist of fate.

Everyone watched, quietly, as the saiya-jin no Ouji walked out of the room with the same finality as someone who had decided to give up on everything they had ever known and loved.