Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Bounds of Hatred ❯ Acquaintances ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Typicalteen 
Title explains it mostly. No witty comments this time around, sorry ^_^'.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Thriller / Suspense / Martial Arts / Hentai / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.21.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.8K | Visits: 195 | Status: Completed
Title explains it mostly. No witty comments this time around, sorry ^_^'.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Thriller / Suspense / Martial Arts / Hentai / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.21.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.8K | Visits: 195 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, nor do I own any of the characters appearing in the show. If anyone wants to sell the rights of Vegeta though, I'd be more than willing to sell my soul ^_^''. Any other characters are of my own creation and are mine, thank you.
Chapter Three: Acquaintances
The thought of having to spend an entire night with the evil being next to her was almost too overwhelming for words. Jace felt the darkness creep across her soul, and a violent shudder flowed through the length of her body before she could contain herself. She felt the bile rise in her throat and she let out a small gag, her eyes watering over with disgust.
There was no way she was going to survive that kind of encounter with the reigning monster. She would sooner survive having her eyes gouged out, her intestines removed, and having to be strangled with them. In fact, she would rather suffer that fate than have to stay a night…alone...in the company of a repulsive little freak such as the mutant who haunted her while she slept. The Ice-jinn was not just a monster in her nightmares, He was her nightmare. All of her nightmares.
Frieza either chose to ignore her shudders of disgust or missed them completely. Jace was hoping for the ladder and couldn’t stop the tensing of her body as the tailed freak spoke again, tainting the air like the staining of crimson shifting through crystal waters.
"Since this night is almost spent, you will receive your punishment tomorrow my beautiful Jace." Frieza whispered in a tone usually preserved for lovers, brushing His rough cheek against her damaged one. She pushed the grimace that surfaced back down and settled for a frown instead.
She had a full night to come up with a very good reason to get around her punishment. Or you could just go through with it. Her mind whispered, its haunting voice brushing over her brain like sandpaper over cotton. It tore the delicate fabric to pieces and she winced almost visibly. Her mind had engulfed her into its eerie persuasions of darkened promises.
She was drowning in her own thoughts and she felt the burning need for air as she swam in the icy depths. Her heartbeat intensified with the need for oxygen and she felt her head break the surface of the watery death she had been trapped in. Taking in a deep breath of the precious life sustaining gas, she soon realized she had missed a part of Frieza’s rambling, not really caring.
"…fortunate as well, he has a mission in less than two hours time." The angered glint in the lizard’s liquid crimson eyes did not go unnoticed as they flicked to stare coldly at the Saiyan against the wall. "That should be more than enough time for you to get yourself to a regeneration tank and heal up for the mission." He spat, baring His abnormal fangs at the Prince, a show of dominance more than anything.
If the incompetent Saiyan wasn’t such a good warrior, Frieza would have rid Himself of Vegeta long ago. As it was, Vegeta was the best warrior out of the entire lot and He found it hard to control his temper and let his constant antics slide.
"Does that mean I’m excused from the party?" Vegeta’s voice dripped with sarcasm and he barely contained the snort of resent that bubbled at the back of his throat. He was more than willing to oblige with that order if that were the case. Frieza snarled in a very beast like manner, exposing His fangs more than they already were.
"I am getting very tired of that mouth of yours Saiyan, perhaps I will take your tongue out, you do not need it to fight." His nefarious tone did nothing to affect the warriors who currently occupied the room, but Vegeta’s mind raced with the possibility of losing his tongue.
It was definitely not something he wanted to experience. He could not taste without a tongue, not that it made a true difference, his eating habits were so fast, he hardly caught wind of the tastes of food anyhow.
No more verbal assault, that would suck. He would no longer be able to abuse people emotionally with the lashing of his tongue that he so often distributed. He was more than willing to share his snide comments, enjoying the fact it usually sent people scurrying away in tears. Either that or convinced some poor foolish person to attack him, which always ended with their demise.
Vegeta just gave what he hoped was a shrug of indifference and Frieza found it hard to control the rising anger that bubbled in the pit of His stomach.
"Fine, be on your way Saiyan." Frieza hissed, giving a wave of His light purple hand. "But the instant you get back I want a personal report on planet Unali’s status." His voice trailed off, leaving its trace in the air like the memory of a single caress.
Vegeta rolled his eyes, his feet leading him towards the door. "There will be no need Frieza. When I get back Unali won’t have a status, this is a extermination mission if I read my mission paperwork correctly." He growled, his voice flowing over the air, engulfing it in a single swallow. Jace could feel her breath catch in her throat, pulsating in her lungs with the need to get out. Why doesn’t he just keep his big mouth shut? He only further punishes himself by degrading Frieza.
Frieza’s hiss echoed in the room and Vegeta’s shoulders tensed, turning him into a perfectly sculpted statue. His chest stopped rising and falling, and if it were not for the mere fact he had been moving seconds prior, you would have thought he had been killed and posed to be an ornament for the sickening room. Perhaps he does have a brain after all. Jace’s mind whispered, and she had to contain the snort that rose in the back of her throat.
"You will do as I say Saiyan, whether you think it necessary or not!" Frieza snapped, His teeth baring in a primal warning. "As long as I see it necessary, what you think does not matter, are we clear?" His voice had dropped a couple of octaves, which should have made it easier to listen to, but the deadly tone was worse than the shrill one. Instead of nails on a chalkboard, this was like a shadow engulfing your heart, bringing death to your emotions, but not to yourself. Like staring outside of a cage at yourself.
Jace found it hard to swallow and her eyes flicked back and forth between the two males nervously. This was it, they were going to have a showdown and she was going to die for accidentally being in the middle of it.
An eternity times five passed and still nobody dared to move or breath into the choking silence that treaded through the room. It wrapped its ‘body’ over her mouth and around her head, fighting back any words that might have been battling to get through. Jace noticed the twitching in Frieza’s right eye, realizing that He feared Vegeta to an extent.
A rap on the door caused Jace to jump out of her skin, a yelp of surprise bubbling in her throat and escaped past her dried lips.
Frieza’s hiss rode the air like a storm over the sea, and to prevent further humiliating herself, Jace fought the urge to cringe away. "Come in!" He snapped, the words quick and threatening.
Whoever had interrupted the little dominance match was not going to have a peaceful demise. For a moment, Jace had thought the intruder had turned tail and run for the hills. Just as she was about to suggest this to Frieza, the door opened slowly, a short woman stepping through the barrier.
Her loose fitting blue dress fell to the floor and swayed with her moments as she turned to close the door quietly behind her. The atmosphere shifted suddenly, like the raging ocean receding from the shore.
A devious smile graced Frieza’s hideous face and she gave a blank smile in return as she turned around. She moved as if she were dancing to inaudible music. Well, inaudible to everyone but her.
Her steel blue eyes were empty of emotion, but they weren’t lacking in the intelligence she held within. No, the intelligence she held was clear in her youthful eyes. If she was afraid of the Ice-jinn, she did not show it. If it was shown in some untold way, the sign was lost upon Jace.
The woman was short, around 5’4 to be exact, but that was still taller than Jace could vouch for, dainty at her height of 5’1.
Vegeta had moved away from the door before it had opened, standing against the wall, his toned arms crossed over his small muscular chest. His right eyebrow arched in silent calculation.
He was calculating the woman’s power, her prowess, and her movement. This was the sign of a warrior if there ever was one. Anyone could be completely muscular, beat the shit out of a few people, and even live to boast about it. But a real warrior always checked everyone over as if they were already a threat. No taking chances, always be prepared for the battle.
The woman’s skin was somewhat tan. Not completely, but enough to suggest she got out enough to be healthy. The ends of her light brown hair caressed the middle of her back seductively as she sauntered over to the ruler of the universe, her glittered lips parting slowly to smile, baring her white teeth. Not blinding white, but not yellow.
"Aww, my precious Sytheria, how are you darling?" Frieza purred, if it were possible for Him and she sat on the bed, rubbing her cheek against His neck.
"Good my master, sorry I was so long, but I had to fight back a herd of brute men." She pouted at Him, and His eyes glistened with lust.
"Who would not want to have you my dear Sytheria? Look at you, you are stunning." The ice-jinn gushed and she blushed, giggling. "Is she not lovely Vegeta?" Frieza inquired, staring off at the stubborn male.
"She is not pretty enough for my tastes. Nor strong enough." He snorted shortly. The girl called Sytheria shot a glance of reckoning towards the arrogant prince. She too read him much as he had achieved reading her only moments prior.
"You will show respect towards her you good for nothing ape!" Frieza shot, and Sytheria merely laughed, placing a hand against the lizard’s steadily reddening face. She caressed the rough patch of skin with gentle fingers, placing a kiss against his bright lips.
"It is alright master." She purred, standing from her post at the bed, gliding towards Vegeta. "He says I am not within his tastes, and that is fine." She circled the stiff prince and sniffed the air around him. Her hand running over the air just above his chest. "He is not strong enough for me either, and he as well, is not in my tastes." She half turned and placed her hands on her hips, shrugging towards the Ice-jinn. "For I am not into girls."
Malicious thoughts curved her full tender lips into a sly smile, her eyes sliding towards Vegeta’s face. His face remained stoic, but the anger radiated in waves off of his body. She had hit a tender spot, and she knew it. She wallowed in the thought of angering and degrading those who degraded her. It was all the circle of life if you were a part of Frieza’s army.
"Come now my fair Sytheria, no need to be so harsh with the monkey, I do believe you are hurting his feelings." Frieza mocked, his shrill laughter following, echoing through the room in painful proportions. His sent a path of ice down the throats of even the strongest of warriors, but the woman still looked unaffected.
"Oh? He has feelings? And you still keep him as a warrior?" She scoffed, swaying her hips as she made her way back towards the bed. The curves of her body were apparent with each movement, and seemed to be perfectly proportioned. Vegeta ignored the slight stirrings of heat that pulsed in the core of his stomach and kept his face in stoic check.
He would not get excited over a mere whore. He knew instantly what she was the moment her form had breached the barrier of the crimson room. Her body language, her tone of voice, and her eyes gave the hint. All Vegeta had to do was take it and form it into the formula and find the solution himself. He had not doubt in the vastness of his mind that she was a common whore. She was probably the snake’s personal concubine.
He watched as she knelt before the monster, her honey colored hair falling over half of her face as she lowered her head in submission. Her body was the perfect picture of relaxation and gave Vegeta the urge to spit at her. Nobody in their right mind would bow down before the fiend and not care.
You could be a ruthless killer and still have the state of mind not to want to bow down before Frieza. Everyone bowed before him, but nobody showed the body language of wanting to do so. Seeing the action actually done the way it was supposed to be presented sickened Vegeta to the point of human weakness. His stomach threatened to turn on him and spill its contents.
Sytheria’s eyes sought out the floor as a callused hand stroked her hair back from her face. "You will, of course, be staying with me tonight my sweet Sytheria." Frieza chided, trailing His nail down the side of her face, a faint red line left behind. Blood welled up slowly giving off a light sparkle before the small cut disappeared completely.
A smirk appeared on her delicate face and her eyes sparkled with anticipation. "I can only hope it will be as fun as always. Then again Sire, you never disappoint." She whispered, her voice taking on the sensual tone reserved for private conversations. There was something out of place in her tone this time. Something that should have been there wasn’t.
Jace’s jaw hung open, her eyes widening in disbelief. How could anyone possibly enjoy the touch of such a corrupted being? His hand had reached out and destroyed millions. Hundreds of millions even. The thought of enjoying such a monster’s touch made Jace’s stomach churn, and she fought the wave of nausea that bubbled up.
It was not her place to judge other people, but this woman was probably the most disgusting being to roam the face of any planet. She deserved to be struck down, and at the same time, she didn’t deserve the treatment the evil monster was putting her through.
Frieza yanked the young woman up to her feet, exploring her body with His hands. He bunched the material of her dress up, ripping it in a single movement of his wrists. The gown fell away, revealing the slender body of a woman that couldn’t have been more than 19 years of age.
The swell of her breasts begged for attention, her nipples hardened from the cool air that suddenly surged against them. Her skin was smooth and flawless, her body toned enough to fend off certain men, and still not be grossly muscular. She was close to reaching the definition of the word perfect, but she still wasn’t there.
Frieza stood, nipping at her vulnerable neck with canines that put a pack of wolves to shame. The points of his teeth raked down her throat, forming deep gashes. Blood ran in thick wet lines down her chest, through the valley of her breasts. A moan spilt from here full lips, giving the idea of enjoyment Whether she was truly enjoying herself was up for debate. If she wasn’t, it was very hard to tell.
The Ice-jinn knelt, lapping at the running blood. He made his way up her body until his tongue reached the source of the red life fluid. His eyes rolled into the back of His head as he suckled at the wounds, pleased like a cat with cream. Soon His tongue stroked out in long sensuous licks, taking care not to miss a single drop of the copper sweet liquid.
With each stroke of his expert tongue, Sytheria let out a small whimper, her hands seeking out the back of his head where she could dig her nails in. His tongue reached the deepest part of her wound and she let out a small cry, her head bowing back with satisfaction.
Once the blood had been licked away, it revealed her throat as slender and perfect as before. No wounds. No red marks. Not even a scar. Frieza placed a dainty hand on the middle of her back, pushing her back with his other hand on his chest. This put her in an arched position, and made her breasts more than vulnerable for the lizard’s feasting.
His mouth sucked up a hardened nipple, rolling it around with his tongue and teeth. A shudder controlled the woman’s body and her nails created lines of dark crimson on the Ice-jinn’s head. If Frieza felt it, he made no reaction to indicate it.
A grunt of distaste reached out into the room, pausing Frieza from the feast he had began on. His scarlet eyes slamming into the perfectly still prince. "You can go, half-ling." He grunted, pulling Sytheria up against His slender body. His tail wrapped around her waist, the tip brushing the swell of her buttocks. A shiver wracked her body. Her eyes fluttered closed, her head falling back.
Vegeta’s pride contracted with rage at the comment Frieza threw at him, but he pushed the anger back into the pit of his stomach. He turned on his heel and stalked haughtily out of the room, repulsed by the sexual display the lizard was putting on. He would not have stood around for as long as he had if he had thought the lizard would go on for as long as he had.
Crimson eyes sought Jace out and He gave a quick jerk of his head, indicating that she should go too. The last sight that reached her chocolate eyes was Frieza grinding his groin against the woman’s, the tip of his tail stroking down her rounded bottom.
***
Vegeta entered the regeneration tank room, his disgust slowly leaking out in visible properties. His face was twisted up in the form of a scowl as he jabbed his finger angrily at the control panel of a tank that took up the far corner of the room. This put him in full view of the room, but it worked the other way around too. He could watch the room while he healed, making sure no one attempted to assassinated him.
He punched in the final code for a timed occupancy instead of until he was fully healed. He didn’t want to be late for his mission, and he wasn’t entirely sure he would be completely healed by then. He liked to go by the phrase ‘Better safe than sorry.’ It suited him well.
***
Jace scuttled into the regeneration room even though her wounds were far from life threatening. She had nothing better to do. If she did not go for the tank room, she would be in her own sleeping chambers, pacing circles until the morning hours blared on her digital clock.
She paused just in the doorway, her eyes scanning the room for any apparent danger, only to have them stop at a tank in the far right corner. Vegeta floated in a haze of blue liquid, his eyes closed in mock peace. His shoulders remained tense despite his slack face. Jace wasn’t sure whether he was awake or in the lulls of the fluids sleeping properties.
She scuffled over to his tank slowly, eyeing the hardened warrior carefully, Her eyes raked over the defined features of his face, to the muscles of his shoulders and chest. Their chocolate depths contained awe as they made their way down the ripples of his stomach to the unmistakable member of a man. Her mouth dropped slightly before she could contain herself. Her eyes shot back up to his face, her cheeks flamed red, making sure he was indeed sleeping.
If his eyes had been open when she looked up, she would have surely wet her panties on the spot. Seeing as they weren’t, a breath of relief escaped her body and she placed a hand against the glass, staring at his face.
"Hello, I’m Jace." She whispered, her eyes clouding over with dreamy expectations. She bowed her head, letting her hand slide away from the glass. "It was nice to meet you. Heal well, Prince Vegeta." She finished, scurrying over to her own tank to heal up.
Chapter Three: Acquaintances
The thought of having to spend an entire night with the evil being next to her was almost too overwhelming for words. Jace felt the darkness creep across her soul, and a violent shudder flowed through the length of her body before she could contain herself. She felt the bile rise in her throat and she let out a small gag, her eyes watering over with disgust.
There was no way she was going to survive that kind of encounter with the reigning monster. She would sooner survive having her eyes gouged out, her intestines removed, and having to be strangled with them. In fact, she would rather suffer that fate than have to stay a night…alone...in the company of a repulsive little freak such as the mutant who haunted her while she slept. The Ice-jinn was not just a monster in her nightmares, He was her nightmare. All of her nightmares.
Frieza either chose to ignore her shudders of disgust or missed them completely. Jace was hoping for the ladder and couldn’t stop the tensing of her body as the tailed freak spoke again, tainting the air like the staining of crimson shifting through crystal waters.
"Since this night is almost spent, you will receive your punishment tomorrow my beautiful Jace." Frieza whispered in a tone usually preserved for lovers, brushing His rough cheek against her damaged one. She pushed the grimace that surfaced back down and settled for a frown instead.
She had a full night to come up with a very good reason to get around her punishment. Or you could just go through with it. Her mind whispered, its haunting voice brushing over her brain like sandpaper over cotton. It tore the delicate fabric to pieces and she winced almost visibly. Her mind had engulfed her into its eerie persuasions of darkened promises.
She was drowning in her own thoughts and she felt the burning need for air as she swam in the icy depths. Her heartbeat intensified with the need for oxygen and she felt her head break the surface of the watery death she had been trapped in. Taking in a deep breath of the precious life sustaining gas, she soon realized she had missed a part of Frieza’s rambling, not really caring.
"…fortunate as well, he has a mission in less than two hours time." The angered glint in the lizard’s liquid crimson eyes did not go unnoticed as they flicked to stare coldly at the Saiyan against the wall. "That should be more than enough time for you to get yourself to a regeneration tank and heal up for the mission." He spat, baring His abnormal fangs at the Prince, a show of dominance more than anything.
If the incompetent Saiyan wasn’t such a good warrior, Frieza would have rid Himself of Vegeta long ago. As it was, Vegeta was the best warrior out of the entire lot and He found it hard to control his temper and let his constant antics slide.
"Does that mean I’m excused from the party?" Vegeta’s voice dripped with sarcasm and he barely contained the snort of resent that bubbled at the back of his throat. He was more than willing to oblige with that order if that were the case. Frieza snarled in a very beast like manner, exposing His fangs more than they already were.
"I am getting very tired of that mouth of yours Saiyan, perhaps I will take your tongue out, you do not need it to fight." His nefarious tone did nothing to affect the warriors who currently occupied the room, but Vegeta’s mind raced with the possibility of losing his tongue.
It was definitely not something he wanted to experience. He could not taste without a tongue, not that it made a true difference, his eating habits were so fast, he hardly caught wind of the tastes of food anyhow.
No more verbal assault, that would suck. He would no longer be able to abuse people emotionally with the lashing of his tongue that he so often distributed. He was more than willing to share his snide comments, enjoying the fact it usually sent people scurrying away in tears. Either that or convinced some poor foolish person to attack him, which always ended with their demise.
Vegeta just gave what he hoped was a shrug of indifference and Frieza found it hard to control the rising anger that bubbled in the pit of His stomach.
"Fine, be on your way Saiyan." Frieza hissed, giving a wave of His light purple hand. "But the instant you get back I want a personal report on planet Unali’s status." His voice trailed off, leaving its trace in the air like the memory of a single caress.
Vegeta rolled his eyes, his feet leading him towards the door. "There will be no need Frieza. When I get back Unali won’t have a status, this is a extermination mission if I read my mission paperwork correctly." He growled, his voice flowing over the air, engulfing it in a single swallow. Jace could feel her breath catch in her throat, pulsating in her lungs with the need to get out. Why doesn’t he just keep his big mouth shut? He only further punishes himself by degrading Frieza.
Frieza’s hiss echoed in the room and Vegeta’s shoulders tensed, turning him into a perfectly sculpted statue. His chest stopped rising and falling, and if it were not for the mere fact he had been moving seconds prior, you would have thought he had been killed and posed to be an ornament for the sickening room. Perhaps he does have a brain after all. Jace’s mind whispered, and she had to contain the snort that rose in the back of her throat.
"You will do as I say Saiyan, whether you think it necessary or not!" Frieza snapped, His teeth baring in a primal warning. "As long as I see it necessary, what you think does not matter, are we clear?" His voice had dropped a couple of octaves, which should have made it easier to listen to, but the deadly tone was worse than the shrill one. Instead of nails on a chalkboard, this was like a shadow engulfing your heart, bringing death to your emotions, but not to yourself. Like staring outside of a cage at yourself.
Jace found it hard to swallow and her eyes flicked back and forth between the two males nervously. This was it, they were going to have a showdown and she was going to die for accidentally being in the middle of it.
An eternity times five passed and still nobody dared to move or breath into the choking silence that treaded through the room. It wrapped its ‘body’ over her mouth and around her head, fighting back any words that might have been battling to get through. Jace noticed the twitching in Frieza’s right eye, realizing that He feared Vegeta to an extent.
A rap on the door caused Jace to jump out of her skin, a yelp of surprise bubbling in her throat and escaped past her dried lips.
Frieza’s hiss rode the air like a storm over the sea, and to prevent further humiliating herself, Jace fought the urge to cringe away. "Come in!" He snapped, the words quick and threatening.
Whoever had interrupted the little dominance match was not going to have a peaceful demise. For a moment, Jace had thought the intruder had turned tail and run for the hills. Just as she was about to suggest this to Frieza, the door opened slowly, a short woman stepping through the barrier.
Her loose fitting blue dress fell to the floor and swayed with her moments as she turned to close the door quietly behind her. The atmosphere shifted suddenly, like the raging ocean receding from the shore.
A devious smile graced Frieza’s hideous face and she gave a blank smile in return as she turned around. She moved as if she were dancing to inaudible music. Well, inaudible to everyone but her.
Her steel blue eyes were empty of emotion, but they weren’t lacking in the intelligence she held within. No, the intelligence she held was clear in her youthful eyes. If she was afraid of the Ice-jinn, she did not show it. If it was shown in some untold way, the sign was lost upon Jace.
The woman was short, around 5’4 to be exact, but that was still taller than Jace could vouch for, dainty at her height of 5’1.
Vegeta had moved away from the door before it had opened, standing against the wall, his toned arms crossed over his small muscular chest. His right eyebrow arched in silent calculation.
He was calculating the woman’s power, her prowess, and her movement. This was the sign of a warrior if there ever was one. Anyone could be completely muscular, beat the shit out of a few people, and even live to boast about it. But a real warrior always checked everyone over as if they were already a threat. No taking chances, always be prepared for the battle.
The woman’s skin was somewhat tan. Not completely, but enough to suggest she got out enough to be healthy. The ends of her light brown hair caressed the middle of her back seductively as she sauntered over to the ruler of the universe, her glittered lips parting slowly to smile, baring her white teeth. Not blinding white, but not yellow.
"Aww, my precious Sytheria, how are you darling?" Frieza purred, if it were possible for Him and she sat on the bed, rubbing her cheek against His neck.
"Good my master, sorry I was so long, but I had to fight back a herd of brute men." She pouted at Him, and His eyes glistened with lust.
"Who would not want to have you my dear Sytheria? Look at you, you are stunning." The ice-jinn gushed and she blushed, giggling. "Is she not lovely Vegeta?" Frieza inquired, staring off at the stubborn male.
"She is not pretty enough for my tastes. Nor strong enough." He snorted shortly. The girl called Sytheria shot a glance of reckoning towards the arrogant prince. She too read him much as he had achieved reading her only moments prior.
"You will show respect towards her you good for nothing ape!" Frieza shot, and Sytheria merely laughed, placing a hand against the lizard’s steadily reddening face. She caressed the rough patch of skin with gentle fingers, placing a kiss against his bright lips.
"It is alright master." She purred, standing from her post at the bed, gliding towards Vegeta. "He says I am not within his tastes, and that is fine." She circled the stiff prince and sniffed the air around him. Her hand running over the air just above his chest. "He is not strong enough for me either, and he as well, is not in my tastes." She half turned and placed her hands on her hips, shrugging towards the Ice-jinn. "For I am not into girls."
Malicious thoughts curved her full tender lips into a sly smile, her eyes sliding towards Vegeta’s face. His face remained stoic, but the anger radiated in waves off of his body. She had hit a tender spot, and she knew it. She wallowed in the thought of angering and degrading those who degraded her. It was all the circle of life if you were a part of Frieza’s army.
"Come now my fair Sytheria, no need to be so harsh with the monkey, I do believe you are hurting his feelings." Frieza mocked, his shrill laughter following, echoing through the room in painful proportions. His sent a path of ice down the throats of even the strongest of warriors, but the woman still looked unaffected.
"Oh? He has feelings? And you still keep him as a warrior?" She scoffed, swaying her hips as she made her way back towards the bed. The curves of her body were apparent with each movement, and seemed to be perfectly proportioned. Vegeta ignored the slight stirrings of heat that pulsed in the core of his stomach and kept his face in stoic check.
He would not get excited over a mere whore. He knew instantly what she was the moment her form had breached the barrier of the crimson room. Her body language, her tone of voice, and her eyes gave the hint. All Vegeta had to do was take it and form it into the formula and find the solution himself. He had not doubt in the vastness of his mind that she was a common whore. She was probably the snake’s personal concubine.
He watched as she knelt before the monster, her honey colored hair falling over half of her face as she lowered her head in submission. Her body was the perfect picture of relaxation and gave Vegeta the urge to spit at her. Nobody in their right mind would bow down before the fiend and not care.
You could be a ruthless killer and still have the state of mind not to want to bow down before Frieza. Everyone bowed before him, but nobody showed the body language of wanting to do so. Seeing the action actually done the way it was supposed to be presented sickened Vegeta to the point of human weakness. His stomach threatened to turn on him and spill its contents.
Sytheria’s eyes sought out the floor as a callused hand stroked her hair back from her face. "You will, of course, be staying with me tonight my sweet Sytheria." Frieza chided, trailing His nail down the side of her face, a faint red line left behind. Blood welled up slowly giving off a light sparkle before the small cut disappeared completely.
A smirk appeared on her delicate face and her eyes sparkled with anticipation. "I can only hope it will be as fun as always. Then again Sire, you never disappoint." She whispered, her voice taking on the sensual tone reserved for private conversations. There was something out of place in her tone this time. Something that should have been there wasn’t.
Jace’s jaw hung open, her eyes widening in disbelief. How could anyone possibly enjoy the touch of such a corrupted being? His hand had reached out and destroyed millions. Hundreds of millions even. The thought of enjoying such a monster’s touch made Jace’s stomach churn, and she fought the wave of nausea that bubbled up.
It was not her place to judge other people, but this woman was probably the most disgusting being to roam the face of any planet. She deserved to be struck down, and at the same time, she didn’t deserve the treatment the evil monster was putting her through.
Frieza yanked the young woman up to her feet, exploring her body with His hands. He bunched the material of her dress up, ripping it in a single movement of his wrists. The gown fell away, revealing the slender body of a woman that couldn’t have been more than 19 years of age.
The swell of her breasts begged for attention, her nipples hardened from the cool air that suddenly surged against them. Her skin was smooth and flawless, her body toned enough to fend off certain men, and still not be grossly muscular. She was close to reaching the definition of the word perfect, but she still wasn’t there.
Frieza stood, nipping at her vulnerable neck with canines that put a pack of wolves to shame. The points of his teeth raked down her throat, forming deep gashes. Blood ran in thick wet lines down her chest, through the valley of her breasts. A moan spilt from here full lips, giving the idea of enjoyment Whether she was truly enjoying herself was up for debate. If she wasn’t, it was very hard to tell.
The Ice-jinn knelt, lapping at the running blood. He made his way up her body until his tongue reached the source of the red life fluid. His eyes rolled into the back of His head as he suckled at the wounds, pleased like a cat with cream. Soon His tongue stroked out in long sensuous licks, taking care not to miss a single drop of the copper sweet liquid.
With each stroke of his expert tongue, Sytheria let out a small whimper, her hands seeking out the back of his head where she could dig her nails in. His tongue reached the deepest part of her wound and she let out a small cry, her head bowing back with satisfaction.
Once the blood had been licked away, it revealed her throat as slender and perfect as before. No wounds. No red marks. Not even a scar. Frieza placed a dainty hand on the middle of her back, pushing her back with his other hand on his chest. This put her in an arched position, and made her breasts more than vulnerable for the lizard’s feasting.
His mouth sucked up a hardened nipple, rolling it around with his tongue and teeth. A shudder controlled the woman’s body and her nails created lines of dark crimson on the Ice-jinn’s head. If Frieza felt it, he made no reaction to indicate it.
A grunt of distaste reached out into the room, pausing Frieza from the feast he had began on. His scarlet eyes slamming into the perfectly still prince. "You can go, half-ling." He grunted, pulling Sytheria up against His slender body. His tail wrapped around her waist, the tip brushing the swell of her buttocks. A shiver wracked her body. Her eyes fluttered closed, her head falling back.
Vegeta’s pride contracted with rage at the comment Frieza threw at him, but he pushed the anger back into the pit of his stomach. He turned on his heel and stalked haughtily out of the room, repulsed by the sexual display the lizard was putting on. He would not have stood around for as long as he had if he had thought the lizard would go on for as long as he had.
Crimson eyes sought Jace out and He gave a quick jerk of his head, indicating that she should go too. The last sight that reached her chocolate eyes was Frieza grinding his groin against the woman’s, the tip of his tail stroking down her rounded bottom.
***
Vegeta entered the regeneration tank room, his disgust slowly leaking out in visible properties. His face was twisted up in the form of a scowl as he jabbed his finger angrily at the control panel of a tank that took up the far corner of the room. This put him in full view of the room, but it worked the other way around too. He could watch the room while he healed, making sure no one attempted to assassinated him.
He punched in the final code for a timed occupancy instead of until he was fully healed. He didn’t want to be late for his mission, and he wasn’t entirely sure he would be completely healed by then. He liked to go by the phrase ‘Better safe than sorry.’ It suited him well.
***
Jace scuttled into the regeneration room even though her wounds were far from life threatening. She had nothing better to do. If she did not go for the tank room, she would be in her own sleeping chambers, pacing circles until the morning hours blared on her digital clock.
She paused just in the doorway, her eyes scanning the room for any apparent danger, only to have them stop at a tank in the far right corner. Vegeta floated in a haze of blue liquid, his eyes closed in mock peace. His shoulders remained tense despite his slack face. Jace wasn’t sure whether he was awake or in the lulls of the fluids sleeping properties.
She scuffled over to his tank slowly, eyeing the hardened warrior carefully, Her eyes raked over the defined features of his face, to the muscles of his shoulders and chest. Their chocolate depths contained awe as they made their way down the ripples of his stomach to the unmistakable member of a man. Her mouth dropped slightly before she could contain herself. Her eyes shot back up to his face, her cheeks flamed red, making sure he was indeed sleeping.
If his eyes had been open when she looked up, she would have surely wet her panties on the spot. Seeing as they weren’t, a breath of relief escaped her body and she placed a hand against the glass, staring at his face.
"Hello, I’m Jace." She whispered, her eyes clouding over with dreamy expectations. She bowed her head, letting her hand slide away from the glass. "It was nice to meet you. Heal well, Prince Vegeta." She finished, scurrying over to her own tank to heal up.