Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ What You Got ❯ Give 'em what they want ( Chapter 6 )
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By: Jady 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.23.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 505 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.23.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 505 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 6: Give 'em what they want -
"Frieza is here, isn't he?"
The Prophetess stepped through the doorway, a faint smile on her young pure face. She rested her head against the frame of the doorway, her kitten rubbing his head against her ankle. Her dress was the same as always, long flowing crimson with a split down the side, revealing the pale firm legs and feet in black healed boots that left her ankles visible. Her long black hair tumbled down over her shoulder, leaving her blemished neck visible. There, coating the jugular was the mark of the claimed. Briefly, Raditzu wondered who had claimed her.
"Frieza," she whispered, turning her head aside. Her back now pressed against the frame, her white eyes stared into the hallway.
"He claimed you?" Raditzu whispered with horror. Her eyelids fluttered closed, head dropping with shame. "He knew about the Saiyajin rituals. He knew about the bond. He claimed me before I could be claimed. I was only a child, just barely in puberty," she paused before faintly chuckling. "I didn't even have breasts then."
Raditzu blushed faintly, looking down to the firm breasts that were hidden beneath the thick velvety crimson dress. She stood from the door, looking down to the kitten that purred against her leg. "Frieza has a very strong mental ability. When the bond was created, it opened the doorway for him to invade my mind. Now, all he has to do is try to read my thoughts, and I cannot prevent him."
"I'm so very sorry," Raditzu whispered, stepping cautiously forward as rage slowly filled him. Still, he knew there was little that could be done. Frieza had Vejita-sei captured and held hostage, and until the Densetsu no Super Saiyajin appeared, they were at the demon's mercy. The Prophetess shook her head, smiling at the tiny animal. "It was years ago. My life is this. I have accepted it. More urgent matters await us, Raditzu, than my pathetic life."
"Why am I here? What do you want with me?"
"Everything and anything, my young Saiyajin. Many things had changed, Raditzu, form what thou will remember. Your brother is alive and well, serving Frieza with Vejita-sama: Saiyajin no Ouji. Your father is here, waiting for you. Come, all your questions will be answered."
~*~
"Get off of me!" Vejita roared as he stormed through the hallways, his rage long ago overpowered his fear. He was just a boy again. His body no longer held the power of the Super Saiyajin within it. His mind remembered it, but that wasn't enough. It was something… but not enough. Meanwhile, his mate was franticly following him, punching him and cursing him as he tried to form logic in the mind of the Saiyajin no Ouji. Vejita shoved him away, ripping his arm out of the grip. He was pleased about one thing, however - he was currently more powerful than Kakarrotto. The rage of Frieza's existence overwhelmed his momentary happiness. Until the white demon who had tormented his entire life was again dead, and this time by his hands, he wouldn't allow himself any other joy. "I don't give a damn how powerful that man-bitch is! I WANT HIS BLOOD!" Vejita shoved Kakarrotto away, hearing the sickening thud as the younger Saiyajin fell to the ground, his head striking the wall. Vejita reached the end of the corridor on the spaceship and paused, realizing that he couldn't sense ki and didn't have a scouter. He couldn't find Frieza without Kakarrotto.
Vejita cursed aloud and spun back, glaring at the Saiyajin who was struggling to his feet, clutching his wounded head. "Where is he, Kakarrotto?"
Dark eyes of confusion fell on him. "What, have you got amnesia or something, Vejita?" he snarled, gripping the wall to keep himself balanced as he stood.
"Just tell me where he is!"
Kakarrotto lunged forward, knocking Vejita to the side. A facial bone cracked beneath his skin, searing pain flooding his senses. Vejita spun with the force of the blow, slamming into the wall with a grunt. "Now you listen to me, you fucking insane bastard," Kakarrotto cursed in a harsh and yet calm and controlled tone that would cause a child to cower. "I don't know what has happened to you, but you are verging on committing suicide and you don't even realize it! THINK, Vejita! You barge into Frieza's quarters, then what? You curse and you pout and you whine like some Saiyajin infant until Frieza has enough and beats you, rapes you, breaks your tail, and then kills you!"
The words sunk in, despite the fact that Vejita was trembling with rage, his face buried in the wall as he listened to each snarl of the younger Saiyajin. Kakarrotto was right, and he knew it. He wasn't a Super Saiyajin now, and neither was Kakarrotto, and without that power it was impossible to kill Frieza. Not only that, but the memories of past punishments so much similar and much worse to what Kakarrotto had just described returned fresh, vivid, and unwanted. He closed his eyes, taking deep breathes. Behind him he heard Kakarrotto calming, breathing slowing. "Fine," he muttered quietly. "What about the Prophetess?"
"What difference is there?" Kakarrotto snarled, leaning against the wall with a snarl as he glared at Vejita. "The Prophetess is as loyal to Frieza as the green-bitch-boy Zarbon is, and with the bond she couldn't betray him even if she wanted to!"
"Kakarrotto…" Vejita hissed, stepping away from the wall. "Just tell me where she is!"
"Where is she always?" Kakarrotto snarled, glaring at Vejita. "At Frieza's side, and if not, doing his bidding! Now come on. We're to report to Pink and Green for assignments and we're late. Unless you want to be punished then let's go!"
"NO!" Vejita snarled, tugging away. "I have to see the Prophetess!" he turned, ignoring the string of curses that followed, and rushed down the hallway trying desperately to remember the layout of the ship. If his memory served him correctly, and the change in time and timeline hadn't affected small details, then Frieza would be in the main control room, and hopefully, so would the prophetess.
~*~
"You're alive."
It was a simple statement, and yet it said so much between the letters. Raditzu encountered Bardock, his long-dead father, with shock, those two tiny words leaving his lips with both astonishment and happiness. The Prophetess stepped aside in the small lounge, watching as the father and son encountered each other for the first time in years. In this timeline, both had survived the destruction of Vejita-sei, but had been separated due to Frieza's commands. Now they were together again, though their bodies possessed by a mind of a different timeline and dimension. It didn't really matter any longer, but it was a happy moment.
Raditzu remained silent, memorizing his father's every detail. In both timelines, they had been apart for years. Raditzu had just been in his preteens when Bardock had been murdered. He learned the slender yet muscular shape of his body, the shape of the scar that ran along the curve of the man's cheek, the wild hair, the annoyed and yet kind façade - everything. Bardock returned the stare, and for a long moment there was nothing but silence… until the two stepped forward and embraced.
The Prophetess smiled softly, turning her head away though she could still see the scene behind her eyelids. The two chuckled as they pulled back, looking to the female Saiyajin. The Prophetess turned back with a faint blush, her white eyes glowing beneath their lashes. "I'm very happy for thee, I am. I believe very much in family bonds, and I'm only going to make it stronger. If thee will come with me, and promise to keep your rage in check, then I will take thee to the one who is missing."
Two dark sets of matching eyes encountered the female's inverse set with shock and hope. She nodded faintly, confirming their mental thoughts. "Hai, it is Kakarrotto, but Frieza will be there. Can you contain your rage for that time in his presence?"
They nodded together, as if mirror images of each other. The Prophetess smiled and began towards the door, her kitten running along side to keep up the pace. "Then follow me," her voice echoed out.
~*~
Frieza…
The name caused his tongue to curl in disgust. His eyes wanted to implode in fire as they landed on the creature before him. How many years had he suffered beneath the callous hand of that demon? He was doing it again, and for what reason? He hadn't known he wouldn't be a Super Saiyajin anymore. He hadn't know Kakarrotto would… ugh…
Vejita shivered as he passed through those large double doors, Kakarrotto at his side as if he were an Elite. How many years had they been… together? Was Frieza aware of this… bonding? Had he just destroyed his life once again for absolutely no reason? Where was that damn Prophetess?
Vejita's eyes skimmed across the room. Zarbon stood in one corner. Dodoria, if the fat blob was even alive, was nowhere to be found. Frieza stood, as always, before the large window into space, watching as the dark night sky flashed by, unaware of the hell Vejita was being put through. Just seeing the pink and white beast with the dark red lips made him want to shiver in disgust as the need for blood overwhelmed his every pore. He faintly heard Kakarrotto growling at his side, warning him, calming him.
Beside him, Kakarrotto fell to his knees. Vejita looked down at the Saiyajin in horror and disgusted, bowing to such a lowly demon, but his wrist was gripped and he was tugged to the floor all in one swift motion. Frieza didn't notice the small slip - his back towards the two men, but Zarbon surely did.
After a long moment Frieza turned to them with a curious look. "Vejita, Kakarrotto - this visit is very unexpected," the white demon purred with a faint smile on his colored lips. "You know I don't like surprises… unless they come in chains."
Vejita growled, unpleasant memories filling his mind. He felt his wrist again gripped by Kakarrotto and he dropped his head, glaring at the floor as if, with his will, he could make the floor cry out in anguish.
"Of course, Frieza-sama. Our deepest apologies, but Vejita-sama was concerned about the Prophetess."
"Really?" Frieza questioned curiously, his head tilting to the side. The white Icejin stepped forward, long white pink-tipped tail swaying carelessly back and forth behind him. His hands were interlocked behind his back. The pose was so familiar, and it had haunted his nightmares for years. Vejita's gaze turned towards Kakarrotto, also curious.
"Hai, Frieza-sama. Vejita had quite a disturbing dream last night, and he's been quite concerned for her safety. He refused to begin today's work until he knew she was out of harm's way. Could you, perhaps, quell his worries?"
At least he was smarter…
"There's no need," came a feminine voice from a side door. All eyes turned as the door swung opened wide. In the doorway stood the Saiyajin female, a dark brown tail caressing her inner thigh as she leaned in the frame. The long dark hair had been slicked back, with small white jewels threaded in the strands. Nothing other than that had changed. Her dress was still red, though a darker shade with a more revealing neckline and strips running down both sides of the long skirt. Her feet were bare, toenails painted a matching shade of red, and those white eyes still pierced through the soul. Vejita rose to his feet, eyes watching her every movement. The Prophetess stared at him with a smile of pure insanity that revealed nothing of her mind. Vejita glanced back to Frieza, recalling everything the Prophetess had told him. 'Destroyed mentally and physically, erased of my self, identity, pride.' In this timeline she was not only completely insane and normally living in a world that only existed in her mind, but she was also loyal to Frieza. More than likely, the demon could sense her thoughts, read her mind. She had no choice other than to be loyal, something that Vejita had once been forced to learn. It was how a person survived beneath Frieza for so many years, by being loyal even as they plotted the creature's death.
"I assure thee, dearest Vejita, I am quite safe, but I am pleased that thee and thou mate are here."
"Mate?" Frieza purred with a frown, looking to the Prophetess. He stepped over to the young Saiyajin female and wrapped his hand around her waist. The Prophetess was at least five inches taller than Frieza, making the scene look almost humorous, but the fact that the Prophetess was probably just barely in her teens only filled Vejita with disgust. How many times had that demon raped her and used her to do his bidding? The Prophetess giggled softly, resting her hand atop Frieza's shoulder, as if he was a friend, someone she cared about. Vejita's brow narrowed as he felt his tail stiffening around his waist.
"Vejita, calm down!" Kakarrotto snarled quietly as he rose to his feet, leaning against the Saiyajin no Ouji. Vejita didn't bother listening to the words. The Prophetess giggled quietly, tilting her head to the side. She ignored Frieza's question, and was probably the only person who could ever get away with doing so. "I've found a pretty little toy, Frieza. I think they might be interested in it. May I show it?"
"I see no reason to deny you the pleasure," Frieza chuckled. The Prophetess returned the smile and withdrew from the Icejin, moving gracefully to the door. At it she twirled and whispered something quietly. With a giggle, her tail looped around from her thigh and fell into her palm; she stepped away from the door. Two dark figures followed her, walking next to one another.
Vejita's eyes grew wide as he saw the somewhat familiar figures - Raditzu and Bardock. How could it possibly be? No, he sighed mentally. The Prophetess had told him they were alive. 'There, my powers have made them alive. Through the veils of time I have ripped them from the past of this place and pulled them there. They live now, awaiting your arrival.' Those had been her words. They were from the normal timeline, and they probably had already been told everything. The two sets of eyes brightened as they landed upon Kakarrotto and Vejita. "Son," Bardock grinned, moving forward.
Beside him, Kakarrotto growled hatefully. "You bastard, you should be dead!"
To the surprise of all, Kakarrotto lunged at his father, pale blue light surrounding his form. Bardock received a sadistic flurry of punches until he was on the floor, his son straddling his hips and striking him wildly. Frieza's mad laughter echoed out during the stunned moment that no one moved. Finally, Raditzu cried out and rushed forward, punching his brother so hard that Kakarrotto went flying across the room, skidding just a foot away from Frieza. He struck the opposite wall, denting the metal. Zarbon stepped forward in front of the downed Saiyajin with a smirk on his pale green features. "Tousan, are you okay?" Raditzu muttered as he grabbed his father's arm, tugging Bardock to his feet. Bardock made some incoherent sounds that translated into a yes.
"Well, that is an interesting toy, Prophetess," Frieza cackled, clutching his stomach with his fit of laughter. Vejita stepped over to Kakarrotto and grabbed his shoulder, shoving him against the wall. "What in hell is wrong with you? That's your fucking father!"
Kakarrotto snarled at Vejita. "That man is no father of mine! Bastard wanted to send me away to some worthless planet as an infant. He didn't give a damn if I lived or died! He was supposed to have died on Vejita-sei! Why is he here?"
Vejita cursed mentally, looking over his shoulder to Bardock and Raditzu. There were now five Saiyajins alive that he knew about. Brolli could still be alive, somewhere floating in space with his father. That made seven, but only three of those seven had ever achieved the level of Super Saiyajin, and all of them were so young. There was no telling how much time it would take to ascend. "Look, Kakarrotto, there are enough Saiyajins around for you to kill everyone you're angry at."
"Vejita…"
"That's an order!" he snarled, turning back to stand before Frieza. The white demon was studying Bardock and Raditzu with little interest on Vejita and Kakarrotto. "Prophetess…"
A fist connected with his nose. Vejita found himself stumbling back, clutching the wounded appendage. Blood filled his vision for a long moment before it finally blinked away. His eyes looked up with a snarl, tail frizzing around his waist. Frieza stood before him, looking rather annoyed with his hands on his hips. "You have no right to address MY Prophetess."
"Frieza…" Vejita snarled, stepping forward. Another fist connected with his face before he had even realized the white demon had moved. So many years with the unlimited power of the Super Saiyajin had forced him to forget how weak he had once been. He fell backwards onto the floor, but was hardly subdued by that. Vejita struggled to his feet, body being coated in a pale blue light. "You insolent monkey," Frieza snarled at him. "You address your LORD with the proper respect!"
"Now, now, my little pet," came a faint feminine purr from his side. Vejita was halted as he saw the beautiful Saiyajin female step next to Frieza. "It's not nice to be so naughty to a royal male."
"Royal? He's a prince of nothing, Prophetess! Go play with your toys."
"But he's so important, Lord Frieza."
That caught the demon's attention. Frieza paused, looking towards the female Saiyajin who stared at him without eyes. Even Frieza seemed to be somewhat disturbed by the lack of irises. "What do you mean, my Prophetess?" he whispered softly, as if speaking to a child who kept a secret that needed to be known. A faint smile graced the full lips of the Prophetess. She stepped back, wrapping her arms around Raditzu's waist as she rested her cheek against his chest. "The wings of angels, Lord Frieza," she giggled softly.
"What?" Frieza muttered in annoyance, stepping towards her. Fear seemed to overwhelm the Prophetess. She stumbled back, shoving Raditzu away, and she cried out as if someone she loved had just died. The Prophetess collapsed on the ground and rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling. Deathly calmness seemed to then overwhelm her. She became extremely still, knees bent and feet resting on the floor. Her hands circled her waist and her tail fell limp on the floor beside her.
"Pr…" Vejita was forced into silence as Kakarrotto grabbed his arm, glaring at him. "She's having a vision. It happens all the time. You should be fearing Frieza at this moment."
Vejita allowed his eyes to move away from the nearly unconscious Saiyajin to stare at Frieza. The white demon was glaring angrily at the limp body of the Prophetess, a dark growl echoing in the back of his throat. After a moment, Frieza spun around and glared angrily at Vejita. "You should be thankful. Get out of here. Take these other monkeys with you."
Kakarrotto grabbed his arm and tugged him towards the door. Bardock and Raditzu were quick to follow. Zarbon watched in silence as the door slid closed, clicking. As soon as it echoed out, the Prophetess cackled madly. "Insane, crazy, if it's really real… I'm going to lick out your brains…" the Prophetess sang mockingly, her white eyes fluttering closed. Frieza smirked and sat down beside her, his hand resting on her stomach. "Hai, my Prophetess," he purred. "You've done well. He will be mine soon."
Zarbon frowned, somewhat confused, but he understood that Frieza had everything under control. In silence he watched as the demon petted the Saiyajin's stomach before his white claw moved down to the sensitive brown tail, stroking the appendage lovingly. The Prophetess purred softly, arching her back with the pleasure her lord created for her.
However, the sinister grin that coated her full pink lips sent shivers down Zarbon's spine.
~*~
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"Frieza is here, isn't he?"
The Prophetess stepped through the doorway, a faint smile on her young pure face. She rested her head against the frame of the doorway, her kitten rubbing his head against her ankle. Her dress was the same as always, long flowing crimson with a split down the side, revealing the pale firm legs and feet in black healed boots that left her ankles visible. Her long black hair tumbled down over her shoulder, leaving her blemished neck visible. There, coating the jugular was the mark of the claimed. Briefly, Raditzu wondered who had claimed her.
"Frieza," she whispered, turning her head aside. Her back now pressed against the frame, her white eyes stared into the hallway.
"He claimed you?" Raditzu whispered with horror. Her eyelids fluttered closed, head dropping with shame. "He knew about the Saiyajin rituals. He knew about the bond. He claimed me before I could be claimed. I was only a child, just barely in puberty," she paused before faintly chuckling. "I didn't even have breasts then."
Raditzu blushed faintly, looking down to the firm breasts that were hidden beneath the thick velvety crimson dress. She stood from the door, looking down to the kitten that purred against her leg. "Frieza has a very strong mental ability. When the bond was created, it opened the doorway for him to invade my mind. Now, all he has to do is try to read my thoughts, and I cannot prevent him."
"I'm so very sorry," Raditzu whispered, stepping cautiously forward as rage slowly filled him. Still, he knew there was little that could be done. Frieza had Vejita-sei captured and held hostage, and until the Densetsu no Super Saiyajin appeared, they were at the demon's mercy. The Prophetess shook her head, smiling at the tiny animal. "It was years ago. My life is this. I have accepted it. More urgent matters await us, Raditzu, than my pathetic life."
"Why am I here? What do you want with me?"
"Everything and anything, my young Saiyajin. Many things had changed, Raditzu, form what thou will remember. Your brother is alive and well, serving Frieza with Vejita-sama: Saiyajin no Ouji. Your father is here, waiting for you. Come, all your questions will be answered."
~*~
"Get off of me!" Vejita roared as he stormed through the hallways, his rage long ago overpowered his fear. He was just a boy again. His body no longer held the power of the Super Saiyajin within it. His mind remembered it, but that wasn't enough. It was something… but not enough. Meanwhile, his mate was franticly following him, punching him and cursing him as he tried to form logic in the mind of the Saiyajin no Ouji. Vejita shoved him away, ripping his arm out of the grip. He was pleased about one thing, however - he was currently more powerful than Kakarrotto. The rage of Frieza's existence overwhelmed his momentary happiness. Until the white demon who had tormented his entire life was again dead, and this time by his hands, he wouldn't allow himself any other joy. "I don't give a damn how powerful that man-bitch is! I WANT HIS BLOOD!" Vejita shoved Kakarrotto away, hearing the sickening thud as the younger Saiyajin fell to the ground, his head striking the wall. Vejita reached the end of the corridor on the spaceship and paused, realizing that he couldn't sense ki and didn't have a scouter. He couldn't find Frieza without Kakarrotto.
Vejita cursed aloud and spun back, glaring at the Saiyajin who was struggling to his feet, clutching his wounded head. "Where is he, Kakarrotto?"
Dark eyes of confusion fell on him. "What, have you got amnesia or something, Vejita?" he snarled, gripping the wall to keep himself balanced as he stood.
"Just tell me where he is!"
Kakarrotto lunged forward, knocking Vejita to the side. A facial bone cracked beneath his skin, searing pain flooding his senses. Vejita spun with the force of the blow, slamming into the wall with a grunt. "Now you listen to me, you fucking insane bastard," Kakarrotto cursed in a harsh and yet calm and controlled tone that would cause a child to cower. "I don't know what has happened to you, but you are verging on committing suicide and you don't even realize it! THINK, Vejita! You barge into Frieza's quarters, then what? You curse and you pout and you whine like some Saiyajin infant until Frieza has enough and beats you, rapes you, breaks your tail, and then kills you!"
The words sunk in, despite the fact that Vejita was trembling with rage, his face buried in the wall as he listened to each snarl of the younger Saiyajin. Kakarrotto was right, and he knew it. He wasn't a Super Saiyajin now, and neither was Kakarrotto, and without that power it was impossible to kill Frieza. Not only that, but the memories of past punishments so much similar and much worse to what Kakarrotto had just described returned fresh, vivid, and unwanted. He closed his eyes, taking deep breathes. Behind him he heard Kakarrotto calming, breathing slowing. "Fine," he muttered quietly. "What about the Prophetess?"
"What difference is there?" Kakarrotto snarled, leaning against the wall with a snarl as he glared at Vejita. "The Prophetess is as loyal to Frieza as the green-bitch-boy Zarbon is, and with the bond she couldn't betray him even if she wanted to!"
"Kakarrotto…" Vejita hissed, stepping away from the wall. "Just tell me where she is!"
"Where is she always?" Kakarrotto snarled, glaring at Vejita. "At Frieza's side, and if not, doing his bidding! Now come on. We're to report to Pink and Green for assignments and we're late. Unless you want to be punished then let's go!"
"NO!" Vejita snarled, tugging away. "I have to see the Prophetess!" he turned, ignoring the string of curses that followed, and rushed down the hallway trying desperately to remember the layout of the ship. If his memory served him correctly, and the change in time and timeline hadn't affected small details, then Frieza would be in the main control room, and hopefully, so would the prophetess.
~*~
"You're alive."
It was a simple statement, and yet it said so much between the letters. Raditzu encountered Bardock, his long-dead father, with shock, those two tiny words leaving his lips with both astonishment and happiness. The Prophetess stepped aside in the small lounge, watching as the father and son encountered each other for the first time in years. In this timeline, both had survived the destruction of Vejita-sei, but had been separated due to Frieza's commands. Now they were together again, though their bodies possessed by a mind of a different timeline and dimension. It didn't really matter any longer, but it was a happy moment.
Raditzu remained silent, memorizing his father's every detail. In both timelines, they had been apart for years. Raditzu had just been in his preteens when Bardock had been murdered. He learned the slender yet muscular shape of his body, the shape of the scar that ran along the curve of the man's cheek, the wild hair, the annoyed and yet kind façade - everything. Bardock returned the stare, and for a long moment there was nothing but silence… until the two stepped forward and embraced.
The Prophetess smiled softly, turning her head away though she could still see the scene behind her eyelids. The two chuckled as they pulled back, looking to the female Saiyajin. The Prophetess turned back with a faint blush, her white eyes glowing beneath their lashes. "I'm very happy for thee, I am. I believe very much in family bonds, and I'm only going to make it stronger. If thee will come with me, and promise to keep your rage in check, then I will take thee to the one who is missing."
Two dark sets of matching eyes encountered the female's inverse set with shock and hope. She nodded faintly, confirming their mental thoughts. "Hai, it is Kakarrotto, but Frieza will be there. Can you contain your rage for that time in his presence?"
They nodded together, as if mirror images of each other. The Prophetess smiled and began towards the door, her kitten running along side to keep up the pace. "Then follow me," her voice echoed out.
~*~
Frieza…
The name caused his tongue to curl in disgust. His eyes wanted to implode in fire as they landed on the creature before him. How many years had he suffered beneath the callous hand of that demon? He was doing it again, and for what reason? He hadn't known he wouldn't be a Super Saiyajin anymore. He hadn't know Kakarrotto would… ugh…
Vejita shivered as he passed through those large double doors, Kakarrotto at his side as if he were an Elite. How many years had they been… together? Was Frieza aware of this… bonding? Had he just destroyed his life once again for absolutely no reason? Where was that damn Prophetess?
Vejita's eyes skimmed across the room. Zarbon stood in one corner. Dodoria, if the fat blob was even alive, was nowhere to be found. Frieza stood, as always, before the large window into space, watching as the dark night sky flashed by, unaware of the hell Vejita was being put through. Just seeing the pink and white beast with the dark red lips made him want to shiver in disgust as the need for blood overwhelmed his every pore. He faintly heard Kakarrotto growling at his side, warning him, calming him.
Beside him, Kakarrotto fell to his knees. Vejita looked down at the Saiyajin in horror and disgusted, bowing to such a lowly demon, but his wrist was gripped and he was tugged to the floor all in one swift motion. Frieza didn't notice the small slip - his back towards the two men, but Zarbon surely did.
After a long moment Frieza turned to them with a curious look. "Vejita, Kakarrotto - this visit is very unexpected," the white demon purred with a faint smile on his colored lips. "You know I don't like surprises… unless they come in chains."
Vejita growled, unpleasant memories filling his mind. He felt his wrist again gripped by Kakarrotto and he dropped his head, glaring at the floor as if, with his will, he could make the floor cry out in anguish.
"Of course, Frieza-sama. Our deepest apologies, but Vejita-sama was concerned about the Prophetess."
"Really?" Frieza questioned curiously, his head tilting to the side. The white Icejin stepped forward, long white pink-tipped tail swaying carelessly back and forth behind him. His hands were interlocked behind his back. The pose was so familiar, and it had haunted his nightmares for years. Vejita's gaze turned towards Kakarrotto, also curious.
"Hai, Frieza-sama. Vejita had quite a disturbing dream last night, and he's been quite concerned for her safety. He refused to begin today's work until he knew she was out of harm's way. Could you, perhaps, quell his worries?"
At least he was smarter…
"There's no need," came a feminine voice from a side door. All eyes turned as the door swung opened wide. In the doorway stood the Saiyajin female, a dark brown tail caressing her inner thigh as she leaned in the frame. The long dark hair had been slicked back, with small white jewels threaded in the strands. Nothing other than that had changed. Her dress was still red, though a darker shade with a more revealing neckline and strips running down both sides of the long skirt. Her feet were bare, toenails painted a matching shade of red, and those white eyes still pierced through the soul. Vejita rose to his feet, eyes watching her every movement. The Prophetess stared at him with a smile of pure insanity that revealed nothing of her mind. Vejita glanced back to Frieza, recalling everything the Prophetess had told him. 'Destroyed mentally and physically, erased of my self, identity, pride.' In this timeline she was not only completely insane and normally living in a world that only existed in her mind, but she was also loyal to Frieza. More than likely, the demon could sense her thoughts, read her mind. She had no choice other than to be loyal, something that Vejita had once been forced to learn. It was how a person survived beneath Frieza for so many years, by being loyal even as they plotted the creature's death.
"I assure thee, dearest Vejita, I am quite safe, but I am pleased that thee and thou mate are here."
"Mate?" Frieza purred with a frown, looking to the Prophetess. He stepped over to the young Saiyajin female and wrapped his hand around her waist. The Prophetess was at least five inches taller than Frieza, making the scene look almost humorous, but the fact that the Prophetess was probably just barely in her teens only filled Vejita with disgust. How many times had that demon raped her and used her to do his bidding? The Prophetess giggled softly, resting her hand atop Frieza's shoulder, as if he was a friend, someone she cared about. Vejita's brow narrowed as he felt his tail stiffening around his waist.
"Vejita, calm down!" Kakarrotto snarled quietly as he rose to his feet, leaning against the Saiyajin no Ouji. Vejita didn't bother listening to the words. The Prophetess giggled quietly, tilting her head to the side. She ignored Frieza's question, and was probably the only person who could ever get away with doing so. "I've found a pretty little toy, Frieza. I think they might be interested in it. May I show it?"
"I see no reason to deny you the pleasure," Frieza chuckled. The Prophetess returned the smile and withdrew from the Icejin, moving gracefully to the door. At it she twirled and whispered something quietly. With a giggle, her tail looped around from her thigh and fell into her palm; she stepped away from the door. Two dark figures followed her, walking next to one another.
Vejita's eyes grew wide as he saw the somewhat familiar figures - Raditzu and Bardock. How could it possibly be? No, he sighed mentally. The Prophetess had told him they were alive. 'There, my powers have made them alive. Through the veils of time I have ripped them from the past of this place and pulled them there. They live now, awaiting your arrival.' Those had been her words. They were from the normal timeline, and they probably had already been told everything. The two sets of eyes brightened as they landed upon Kakarrotto and Vejita. "Son," Bardock grinned, moving forward.
Beside him, Kakarrotto growled hatefully. "You bastard, you should be dead!"
To the surprise of all, Kakarrotto lunged at his father, pale blue light surrounding his form. Bardock received a sadistic flurry of punches until he was on the floor, his son straddling his hips and striking him wildly. Frieza's mad laughter echoed out during the stunned moment that no one moved. Finally, Raditzu cried out and rushed forward, punching his brother so hard that Kakarrotto went flying across the room, skidding just a foot away from Frieza. He struck the opposite wall, denting the metal. Zarbon stepped forward in front of the downed Saiyajin with a smirk on his pale green features. "Tousan, are you okay?" Raditzu muttered as he grabbed his father's arm, tugging Bardock to his feet. Bardock made some incoherent sounds that translated into a yes.
"Well, that is an interesting toy, Prophetess," Frieza cackled, clutching his stomach with his fit of laughter. Vejita stepped over to Kakarrotto and grabbed his shoulder, shoving him against the wall. "What in hell is wrong with you? That's your fucking father!"
Kakarrotto snarled at Vejita. "That man is no father of mine! Bastard wanted to send me away to some worthless planet as an infant. He didn't give a damn if I lived or died! He was supposed to have died on Vejita-sei! Why is he here?"
Vejita cursed mentally, looking over his shoulder to Bardock and Raditzu. There were now five Saiyajins alive that he knew about. Brolli could still be alive, somewhere floating in space with his father. That made seven, but only three of those seven had ever achieved the level of Super Saiyajin, and all of them were so young. There was no telling how much time it would take to ascend. "Look, Kakarrotto, there are enough Saiyajins around for you to kill everyone you're angry at."
"Vejita…"
"That's an order!" he snarled, turning back to stand before Frieza. The white demon was studying Bardock and Raditzu with little interest on Vejita and Kakarrotto. "Prophetess…"
A fist connected with his nose. Vejita found himself stumbling back, clutching the wounded appendage. Blood filled his vision for a long moment before it finally blinked away. His eyes looked up with a snarl, tail frizzing around his waist. Frieza stood before him, looking rather annoyed with his hands on his hips. "You have no right to address MY Prophetess."
"Frieza…" Vejita snarled, stepping forward. Another fist connected with his face before he had even realized the white demon had moved. So many years with the unlimited power of the Super Saiyajin had forced him to forget how weak he had once been. He fell backwards onto the floor, but was hardly subdued by that. Vejita struggled to his feet, body being coated in a pale blue light. "You insolent monkey," Frieza snarled at him. "You address your LORD with the proper respect!"
"Now, now, my little pet," came a faint feminine purr from his side. Vejita was halted as he saw the beautiful Saiyajin female step next to Frieza. "It's not nice to be so naughty to a royal male."
"Royal? He's a prince of nothing, Prophetess! Go play with your toys."
"But he's so important, Lord Frieza."
That caught the demon's attention. Frieza paused, looking towards the female Saiyajin who stared at him without eyes. Even Frieza seemed to be somewhat disturbed by the lack of irises. "What do you mean, my Prophetess?" he whispered softly, as if speaking to a child who kept a secret that needed to be known. A faint smile graced the full lips of the Prophetess. She stepped back, wrapping her arms around Raditzu's waist as she rested her cheek against his chest. "The wings of angels, Lord Frieza," she giggled softly.
"What?" Frieza muttered in annoyance, stepping towards her. Fear seemed to overwhelm the Prophetess. She stumbled back, shoving Raditzu away, and she cried out as if someone she loved had just died. The Prophetess collapsed on the ground and rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling. Deathly calmness seemed to then overwhelm her. She became extremely still, knees bent and feet resting on the floor. Her hands circled her waist and her tail fell limp on the floor beside her.
"Pr…" Vejita was forced into silence as Kakarrotto grabbed his arm, glaring at him. "She's having a vision. It happens all the time. You should be fearing Frieza at this moment."
Vejita allowed his eyes to move away from the nearly unconscious Saiyajin to stare at Frieza. The white demon was glaring angrily at the limp body of the Prophetess, a dark growl echoing in the back of his throat. After a moment, Frieza spun around and glared angrily at Vejita. "You should be thankful. Get out of here. Take these other monkeys with you."
Kakarrotto grabbed his arm and tugged him towards the door. Bardock and Raditzu were quick to follow. Zarbon watched in silence as the door slid closed, clicking. As soon as it echoed out, the Prophetess cackled madly. "Insane, crazy, if it's really real… I'm going to lick out your brains…" the Prophetess sang mockingly, her white eyes fluttering closed. Frieza smirked and sat down beside her, his hand resting on her stomach. "Hai, my Prophetess," he purred. "You've done well. He will be mine soon."
Zarbon frowned, somewhat confused, but he understood that Frieza had everything under control. In silence he watched as the demon petted the Saiyajin's stomach before his white claw moved down to the sensitive brown tail, stroking the appendage lovingly. The Prophetess purred softly, arching her back with the pleasure her lord created for her.
However, the sinister grin that coated her full pink lips sent shivers down Zarbon's spine.
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