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The Saiyajin no Ouji refused to even turn around and acknowledge the mother of his mate. The barriers he had somehow managed to erect about his temperament were as raw as meat, despite his time away. He was beginning to think that whatever was trying his control was embedded into the very cell of his entire being and he never be rid of them. He pushed away the memories of the circumstances of his departure, not wanting to view or endure the emotions regarding them.
"I was so worried when Bulma told me you had taken off the way you did. Are you alright now?" Once she was near enough, Mrs Brief placed her hand on Vegeta's shoulder in a concerned gesture, but he roughly shook it off.
"What's wrong dear?" And she once again moved to him.
"Do not touch me!" Vegeta growled out in warning.
"But Vegeta I have to tell you that things have been absolutely awful while you were gone. Trunks missed you terribly; he's been spending as much time as he possibly can over at the Sons. And as for poor Bulma, she's been suffering awfully."
As Mrs Briefs related the last occurrences he had missed, Vegeta tried his best to ignore her completely, evening going as far as to scoff and turn his back on her. But she continued regardless.
"That poor girl's been sick almost everyday since you left and moody to match; though she says that she's still suffering from the after-effects from her air-car accident last month. I really thing you two should talk." Mrs Briefs nimbly manoeuvred herself between Vegeta and the kitchen sink forcing herself into his line of sight but also he into hers.
Mrs Briefs stared silently at the man she considered to be her son-in-law. She knew that Vegeta didn't exactly have everlasting patients, but he seemed to be unusually extra snappy. Something seemed to be plaguing him, as was apparent even to her.
"What's the matter Vegeta?" The worried look on her face suddenly disappeared as if it never existed and was replaced with closed eyed smile. "I know, I fix you little snack, I'm sure you must be hungry. What would you like dear? Oh I know what will really hit the spot! I'll cook you some rice and some potatoes, and broccoli…"
Just about managing with a great deal of conscious effort Vegeta tuned out the blonde's voice and depart from the kitchen with no set destination in mind, just so long as she wasn't anywhere near there. However it hadn't even been ten peaceful seconds before that same high pitched frightfully ecstatic sound was violating his ears once more. It seemed that that woman was following him around with an endless menu decanting from her lips and this was one time Vegeta was not in the mood for it.
Momentarily stopping he said, "I'm warning you woman. Leave me alone." His head was slightly turned at an angle for her see the side of his face. It was one that indicated no weakness or jest in his words. It was then that resumed his movement with broadened strides.
"Ooo, but Vegeta," As if not hearing his admonishing she ran up to him and placed her hand on his shoulder as she spoke. "I know that when I'm finished you will…"
With no explanation or known reason Vegeta spun around and fastened his hands around the unsuspecting woman's neck. Not even a second later he had her back up against the hall wall after having just banged the rear of her skull against it. A small split travelled several inches up the wall from the point where her head had struck it. Mrs Briefs' shock was soon accompanied by other emotions as her throat felt as though it was being restrained by merciless talons, and it was practically impossible for her breath. Whether it was from the grip he had on her or it was from the absolute terror she was experiencing she didn't know. When she was able to take in the look on Vegeta's face and in his eyes, the heat in her chest rose and her heart all but stopped beating.
It was as if a mask had descended upon the man and he had become completely unrecognisable as the man he had become. His face was full of hate and an un-comprehendible rage and his eyes magnified violence and the desire to murder. For the first time in her life Mrs Briefs was in mortal fear for her life as she beheld what was once the opponent of the billions of planets in the universe.
Smelling her fear permeating the air a sickeningly wicked sneer grafted onto Vegeta lips for a second before anger returned. He brought his face a hair away from his captive, knowing she was able to feel his hot breath on her face. He reached out with his other hand stroked her face; her skin was softer than he imagined, and he imagined what the expression on her very attractive face would be like as he envisioned his hand tightening slowly before he jarred her, severing all internal biological connections. Vegeta suddenly wanted to hear what sounds of pain he could coax from her voice box before she was silenced forever.
Just as Mrs Briefs felt his fingers dig even further into her flesh, she closed her eyes not wanting to see her end. Then suddenly he stopped and the next thing she knew was that she no longer felt his hold or presence. For some time she remained as she were, pressed up against the wall with her eyes closed shut. When she finally gathered the courage to open them she saw no trace of Vegeta. It wasn't even a few seconds later when Mrs Briefs crumpled to the floor in a faint.
As she recovered her consciousness, she found herself desiring the exact opposite. Never in all her life had she experienced the pains that she had been forced to endure over the pass several weeks; and it was all because of `her weakness', Sarumi had told her. It was due to her cowardice and her deliberate neglect to maintain her rightful loyalties.
Her recollection of everything that had happened down to this very moment was as fresh as if it had all just happened.
Flashback**********
The monitor screen went blank after the last visual and audio record of the prison cell deck finished played. Gaila however continued to look at screen despite there being nothing to look at. She knew that from the moment Sarumi had seen the prison surveillance records she could almost hear the resounding of her death knell, and an invisible force caused the muscles in her body to move of their own accord until she was looking her leader directly in her violet eyes, overshadowed by her dark red hair. It somehow gave her an intimidating appearance, and Gaila began to feel fear well up within herself.
"Gaila," Sarumi's voice and facial expression was the perfect façade of pococurantism. "Do you want to change your story now child?"
The adolescent Jerarjin made several attempts to speak but was unable to take possession of her voice on all occasions. The only sound heard in the surveillance room were the opening and closing of Gaila's mouth along with the sound of her swallowing. It was as if all the moisture in her mouth had evaporated.
"I am still waiting girl."
"Sarumi," Gaila blurted out. "We can re-plan this. We don't have to make the innocent suffer as the Saiyan prince gets what he deserves…" Gaila was never given the chance to finish her words as they prematurely brought to an end when Sarumi, using her inhuman speed, blurred towards her and took firm hold of her throat.
"I warned you!" Sarumi hissed at the frightful girl. "I warned YOU! All whom ally themselves with that … murdering ape in any way justifiably incur a share in his fate!"
"Sarumi…pl…ease." In a pain filled rasped voice Gaila desperately tried to persuade her leader. "Can't we at least…spare the boy and the human…he himself holds no love for…Ve…ge…ta…We can convince him to join…"
Sarumi grinned sadistically as she slowly tightened her hold on Gaila's neck. She watched carefully so she could see the point when the girl was no longer able to breath. Gaila's small hands flew to remove the clamp. After three minutes of frantically scratching at Sarumi's hand, not even being able to draw a drop of blood; Gaila futile efforts began to wane. As her consciousness weakened due to lack of oxygen she was left with the shocking knowledge that she, as she had never even dreamt, though witnessed many others, was now having suffering the wrath of her leader.
Then, suddenly, for some unknown reason the grasp around Gaila's throat no longer existed and she found herself gasping for breath on the hard cold surveillance room floor. However the unknown reason only stayed one until she felt a firm boot being driven in to her back making her cry out upon impact, and the force making her slide across the floor. The same radiating pain was felt in her side before she slid even further across the floor, and before her motion had even stopped Sarumi kicked her in the stomach, bringing about the same outcome.
The pain that seem to engulf her entire torso caused Gaila to groan loudly in pain. Once she was able to strain her eyelids partly open, she picked up a dark image that seemed to move closer. It didn't take her long recognise it as being Sarumi, and the pain dulled enough for her to regain her senses along with her fear.
"Sarumi…stop… please." She outstretched her hand in a plea. "I'm sorry, don't…I was mistaken...forgive me!"
Sarumi answered her by dragging her to her feet by the scruff of her top and began to strike her face with her other hand repetitively. Each and every blow so fast that it almost completely silenced the cry of pain that issued forth from Gaila's vocal cords from the blow that preceded it.
Birsha watched in expressionless silence. The choked sounds that came from her team mate invoked no outward response. Gaila had crossed Sarumi and there was now nothing that could be done to save her. When actions of betrayal to this degree, or in fact any were taken there was no reprove, there was no reprimanding, there was no forgiveness; there was only death. Unfortunately it would never be quick, but prolonged and tailored to the worst fears and pains of the individual. And for this innoxious and inexperienced girl that would entail absolutely anything.
The heart that beat in her chest unexpectedly cringed at what the girl would have to suffer, but the fear of being dealt a likewise hand interdicted any reaction that would have been made on her part.
Gaila was only able to spit out blood when the Sarumi's punches momentarily stopped. She allowed her head hang and her eyes to closing welcoming unawareness as she sensed it creeping upon her consciousness. A sharp slap to the face however tore that blessing away from her.
"No, Gaila." Sarumi promised. "It will not be so easy for you. Birsha!"
Birsha started to attention. "What is it Sarumi?"
"Tell Jarik to come in here!"
Birsha immediately left the room to do as she was told, not even pondering on the reason of the order, barely three seconds later, she re-entered with Jarik.
When she had heard the foot falls that belonged to the only other subordinate of Sarumi on board, an uneasy fear began to rise from within Gaila's stomach.
~ Whatis she going to do to me now? ~ Gaila wondered. ~ Have all of them jointly beat me? ~
"What is it Sarumi?"
"From this moment Gaila shall no longer be counted among us." Though she addressed another Sarumi continued to calmly stare at the girl dangling in front of her was please to see a look of shock and confusing push through the hurt etched on her face. "From now one she is of no greater value to us than the creature who occupies the bowls of this ship or…the whore who is the mate of the Saiyajin no Ouji." A sick, wicked, mad glint entered her eyes then.
It was at this moment that Gaila's idea of the further punishment she was to endure was beginning to lean to what she had never, ever considered.
~ No…She wouldn't....~ Gaila began to shake her head in denial and an irrepressibly shiver ran from the top of her head to the tip of her toe. ~ Sarumi couldn't. She's not like this! She's not! She wouldn't do this to me! She'll beat me within an inch of my life and then abandon me…maybe even to the enemy. But she's not going to do this to me. She WON'T! ~
"And since she is the equivalent…" Sarumi paused to punch un-expecting Gaila in the stomach knocking all the breath from her body and then carelessly throwing her limp body at Jarik's feet. "Treat her accordingly."
Once Sarumi had spoken a whimpering chocked scream sounded from the wounded heap on the floor. Even Birsha faltered in stance as she nearly lost all strength in her legs and in face as shock and bewilderment covered it.
"As you wish, Sarumi." Jarik openly displayed his freely given perverted assent; buttressed with a lowly bow. He immediately lifted the girl off the floor by her hair and dragged her away, kicking and screaming and crying for mercy and aid as loud as her battered body would allow her to.
Gaila had never experienced such a short journey as when Jarik had finally arrived at his quarters. Before the door had even fully opened he hurried inside and headed for his sleeping area where he roughly deposited her on his bed, himself dropping onto it immediately after.
As Jarik's only desire was to experience the young untouched body till he had his fill, he worked to disrobe them both, while restraining her with his weight as she struggled as a pig being lead to the slaughter. When he was done with himself Jarik centred his efforts on Gaila but when she quadrupled her labour in order to escape.
Bending her wrist at an unexpected angle allowed her free one arm which she immediately used to lash out at Jarik's face digging four of her finger nails into his face before drawing it across. For several seconds Jarik yelled in pain, but was able to recover and out of a vicious rage strike her three times and Gaila sounded a pained cry of her own. Jarik moved his other hand to his stinging face and then pulled it away to see his own blood on his skin.
"I'll make sure you don't do that again you little bitch!" He spat.
Turning her on her front Jarik yanked both of her hand behind her and the discomfort that Gaila felt as more pressure was applied quickly grew to pain. The straining noise of her limbs suddenly climaxed when Jarik applied a final burst of force, breaking one arm and dislocating the other. It was then that the agonised cry of a child was heard ringing thought the space ship, even rousing a certain human male prisoner in the cell deck.
The pain Gaila felt in her limbs radiated throughout her torso rendering her immobile and powerless to stop Jarik from turning her back over and tearing away rest of her clothing. He wasted no time in wedging himself between her legs and feeling her exposed body beneath his hands, not caring for how hard he squeezing her. Jarik lowered his mouth so that his tongue could invade hers, paying no heed to her pules. Just when she when she though her lungs would collapse, Jarik removed his mouth so that he could taste her skin.
From the moment she could feel his tongue on her neck her cries became more forlorn and hopeless. Especially when moved lower and lower until he was sucking deeply on her breasts. Every time she tried to move to resist him the surging pain prevented her from any further action. Tears of pain, fear, regret and despondent abandonment freely flowed from her eyes. Ever since she had begun to talk to the human prisoner, she had had a sinking feeling that the diminutive glimmer of truth shone in his words. And now is was clear that his all his words about what remained of her people were true…No…in fact she had seen several instances of what the real Sarumi was like from as far back as she could remember, up until now she had just ignored what was before her. Yamchua had only forced those thoughts from the sub-conscious to the conscious. Gaila had preferred the comfort of a dominant and clearly focus leader who she believed was never wrong and who cared for those in her command to facing the cold and unknown galaxies on her own. But now she was being forcefully educated on the folly of her choice in the course of her life and the placement of her loyalties.
It wasn't long until Jarik replaced his tongue with his teeth and began to bite her flesh even to the point of piercing her skin. Her blood was of the sweetest nectar that he had tasted in a long time, and as his drinking of her continued, Jarik's were left free to wander of their own accord, wherever he pleased. He relished in the sensation of her skin, the shape of her body, all that he would inevitable experience of her.
So, in bringing his desires to fruition Jarik rammed his three of his fingers between Gaila's legs and his heart pulsed in glee as she tensed and at the hurt sob that came from her throat. He pinched her lower lips and nub painfully with his other hand while his other continued it heartless movements as far as he could go.
Gaila's cries turned to pleas and beseechment of mercy and release, but Jarik did not even her words. When he had had enough of raping her with his hands he wanted to do the same with the most intimate part of his own body. His hands travelled down her torso to her thighs where he dug his fingers into her flesh before he pushed even further them apart then they already were and in one hard deep violating thrust of her hips he entered her. Destroying the final vestige of hope she had of a rescue and making her know man for he first time in her life.
The scream she emitted then was indeed heard by all on board, and only the heart of one lowly soul on the prison cell deck bled for the sufferer, who was spared nothing.
Gaila's centre was stretched until she tore, and even then she was given no let up as she had to endure every single violating thrust. Of all the pain she had suffered she knew she could not live this one. With all the strength that was left in her she raised her head off the bed and opened her mouth only to clamp down her teeth on Jarik's right ear.
The beast immediately yelled in surprise and agony and tried to pull his pinna from her mouth. But she held on with a strength he never thought she possessed. In an increased attempt he dislodged himself from her and pushed forward his hands in an effort to remove her from his person, yet still her jaws held fast. The next second Jarik had leapt to his feet mistakenly thinking he could rid himself of her with his frantic shoving exertions. However he only succeeded in making Gaila's limbs, her legs and damaged arms shake about like a rag doll.
Gaila clenched her teeth even more turning a yell into an ear splitting howl. Then in a last desperate effort, Jarik firm placed both of his hand on her chest, opened palmed and blasted her for all his was worth. At point blank range the green beam that steadily flew from him eventually succeed in pushing her away head first into the far wall, both voices melding together in an agonised screams.
Now free, Jarik attentively raised his hand to the right side of his head to feel in injured ear, only to find that it was no longer there but was replaced with gaping hole. Crying in pure rage he fell to his knees and cradled his head like a child. The next moment, however, he rose to his feet and at looked at the girl whom he had fallen in utter hatred.
Gaila beheld his face for only a few seconds, but it was enough to let her know that her punishment had come to end, especially when he started towards her. She knew that the look he had meant death and she thanked the forces of the universe for the release just second before darkness descended upon her.
Flashback End**********
Release. The gift of death…She had been wretchedly mistaken.
More tears fell as she once again found herself crying for her predicament, crying for her loss.
Again and again Jarik would beat her and rape her, almost never endingly. For weeks it was the daily routine, as she was kept captive in Jarik's quarters, with each act worse than the one that preceded it. With the speed that her body naturally healed to say that tried to keep up with the devastation it endured was to say a lie.
Once more she recalled what the human prisoner had said in warning to her.
~ How could SHE?! ~ Gaila whaled to herself ~ I've obeyed her faithfully all my life! ~
Some of the sadness and self pity gave way to anger and Gaila latched onto that as if the emotion was a life line. What Sarumi had ordered done to her was unforgivable! And so were neutral and not so neutral actions of her `former' crew. In fact from what happened, she could tell that they all measured the same on the proverbial scale when weighted.
She recalled the words that were spoken that had plagued her from the instance when she had first heard them.
< "You sound just like that heartless bitch Sarumi! I'm beginning to find it hard to tell the difference between the two of you! " >
Yamchua had said those words to her and she could now see that if she were to remain at Sarumi's side, they would inevitably come true.
~ And I will not let that be! Not now! Not ever ~ Gaila felt an inner strength take hold of her, lifting her from her hopelessness. ~ I will never ever resemble that woman in any shape or form. I am nothing like her! ~
Coming to that conclusion Gaila ever so slowly dragged herself on her feet and after allowing herself to pant from the strain it had taken, limped towards the locked quarters' door. Once at her destination she removed the panel that covered the door controls and set about bring about her freedom, and redemption.
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The sound of the prison deck doors opening roused the sleeping human warrior who lightly slept in cell. As his weary hearing centred on the footfalls he realised that the walker didn't follow the usual pattern. There were no sounds of lifting one foot, applying their weight, raising the back foot to bring it forward to apply weight and so on. This person seemed, according to his hearing, to drag both along the floor in incredibly slow, heavy, and strained movements. Yamchua suddenly recalled the screams he had heard reverberating around the ship for the pass several weeks and a sinking feeling formed in his stomach.
Before coming fully into the view the person stopped. A second later the sound of control buttons being pressed were heard and then his cell door slid open.
"Who…" Yamchua began cautiously, crouching guarded position. "Who are you?!"
When the person half dragged, half limped into clear view Yamchua grasped at the horrible sight before him.
