Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ What You Got ❯ Sadistic, motherf*ckers playing complicated ( Chapter 8 )
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By: Jady 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.25.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 439 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.25.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 439 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 8: Sadistic, motherf*ckers playing complicated -
"You shouldn't be moving about, Prophetess," came a gruff voice from behind her, causing the Prophetess to pause in her stride. With a faint giggle she turned, her tail curling around her nude abdomen. In the center of the hallway, Dodoria stood with a lustful glow burning in his black eyes. The Prophetess tilted her head, hair falling about her shoulders. The corridors of the spacecraft were cold, and the Prophetess could sense that they were heading towards her lord's planet. For what reason, she didn't know, nor did she care. "It's late, and Lord Frieza will miss you if he awakes."
"In the darkness, Lord Frieza shall not escape," she purred in response, falling against the wall. Her tail fell loose of her hips, drawing down and circling around her thighs as she stared into the blue-rimmed eyes of the large and pink demon. She tossed her head back with a laugh of pure insanity. Dodoria frowned, moving against the female Saiyajin. Her head turned as he stepped, watching every tiny movement as if she were her kitten watching its prey. As he finally paused next to her, a dark growl began in the back of her throat. It was a warning sound, much like a snake rattling its tail. Her own tail fluffed out and curled up around her waist protectively. Dodoria chuckled, the movements familiar to him. His large and pudgy fingers reached out and brushed gently down her bare shoulder as his eyes roamed over her breasts and thighs. "Don't worry, my beautiful pet. Daddy Dodoria isn't going to harm you."
"Daddy Dodoria?" came a voice from behind the two. Dodoria spun as a dark grin passed over the Prophetess's face. In the center of the hallway Frieza stood, hands resting on his hips as he glared at the pink alien creature that had sworn loyalty to him. "L-lord Frieza…" Dodoria exclaimed in a voice that trembled. Frieza glared angrily at him. "Prophetess, was this lowly creature bothering you?"
The Prophetess didn't respond. Frieza's eyes tore away from the alien to see the nude Saiyajin with her eyes tightly closed, the grin not yet faded from her face. Her tail had torn away from her waist and was swaying back in forth in a movement of excitement and arousal - one of the man actions that Frieza had learned related to the Saiyajin instincts. His eyes narrowed. "Prophetess, I asked you a question."
"I wonder if Vejita will be angry," she whispered, having her own conversation in her own world. Frieza sighed and shook his head. The Prophetess was lost in her mental powers, and would undoubtedly not return anytime soon. "Dodoria…"
"Lord Frieza… I meant nothing by…"
"SILENCE!" Frieza roared as black light shot form the orbs of his eyes. They struck Dodoria in his chest, sending the fat blob flying past the Prophetess. Her white eyes jerked open with a delighted laugh. Dodoria had, by some miracle, survived the blast. The creature moaned as he rolled to his stomach, trying to stand despite the pain. "Tasty, I suppose…" the Prophetess said with a faint pleasurable sigh. Frieza grinned, moving forward to stand beside the gaping female. His white arm circled around her thin waist. The Prophetess purred, resting her head on his shoulder. "I think he will be angry."
"Dodoria? What do you see, my prophetess?"
The Prophetess frowned and looked towards the hallway. "Morning calls. The night will end soon. I want to return to bed."
Knowing that sometimes her visions were just her insanity affecting her, Frieza gave a nod and tugged her down the hallway, his hands wrapped around her possessively. Dodoria was left alone, and the pain soon overwhelmed him until he passed out.
~*~
Vejita jerked awake.
It seemed like a common action. He required little sleep, and the floor was not exactly the ideal slumbering place, but he jerked awake nevertheless with the most irrational emotion searing through him - fear. It wasn't the kind of fear he was used to, but quite the opposite, it was the fear of being lost, as if he was wondering through some endless valley with no sense of direction, no food, and no one to help him… ever.
It was a feeling that he had only felt once in his lifetime, and that was when he first was forced to his knees before Frieza. It was then he had learned… no, that wasn't right… when he had KNOWN that his father was dead. He'd never actually learned that it was really Frieza who had destroyed Vejita-sei until the day Dodoria had admitted it on the planet Namek just hours before Gokou had achieved the state of the Densetsu no Super Saiyajin, but he'd known it years before, as he had known that his father was dead as he knelt before that white and pink beast. He had known because he knew his father. Vejita Ou would have never allowed him to bow before anyone other than him, and if Vejita Ouji was knelling before Frieza, than that meant that Frieza had been forced to go through his father, which meant that Vejita Ou was dead, and if Vejita Ou was dead, then there was nothing protecting his planet. He'd always held out some form of hope that his planet was still striving. Vejita-sei had then had a strong government that could survive, no flourish but survive nevertheless, without the royal family for at least a matter of a few years, but then just after those few years had passed he'd been informed of the planet's demise. Vejita had been expecting it then, and it came as no giant surprise, and he had not felt hopeless or lost. If anything, he was glad he'd finally been told, and a great weight had been lifted of his chest. Whether or not Vejita-sei had survived was no importance then, as it was now. Even if the Saiyajin race had survived, it wouldn't have made any difference. Frieza could have destroyed it at any moment. When he'd learned the news, he had not felt lost as he did now, and the feeling that he felt was overwhelming.
Vejita's eyes darted around the small room, searching for what caused this apprehension, but all his eyes found was the bare bed, and as soon as his eyes landed upon the uninhabited sheets, the reason of the fear came as clearly as the sun would to a man who had just regained his sights - Kakarrotto.
With a growl he rose to his feet, and the connection that he had once held to Kakarrotto sharply vanished, as if it had never existed, only leaving coldness in its wake. He rushed towards the door and out into the hallway, and quickly paused as he sensed the rising ki levels. The ability to sense ki was still his. It was a mental power, not a physical. Vejita had no doubt about his capability to cause mountains to crumble with a mere glare, but that would to little against Frieza. He frowned as his eyes landed on the door, and the feeling of being lost slowly began to fade. Kakarrotto was in there with his brother, mating. Vejita could sense it, smell it, and it caused him to tremble with hatred as everything Saiyajin within him screamed for him to rush in that room and kill Raditzu, but he, by some miracle, remained motionless in the center of that hallway, calmly thinking. It had been a skill he'd developed years ago, thinking. After every mistake he had made, challenging Frieza as he had, accepting Cell's temptation, and underestimating Majin Buu, he had managed to gather some control over his mind. It was little, but it was there.
The real reason he could maintain his temper at the moment was because of the actual situation, and the little bit of irony that seemed deeply embedded within everything. The goal of what he was being put through was of Frieza - destroying the demon, as he had wanted to so many years ago. Kakarrotto was mentally ill at the moment, visions of the present and the actual present intermingling and driving him to insanity, all the while trying to somehow merge his Saiyajin instincts with the emotions and mind of Son Gokou that was hidden somewhere in that soul.
Actually, Vejita really didn't give a damn about Kakarrotto. He never had, and never would. What he felt was the Saiyajin instincts of mating - claiming, dominating, and controlling, and since his feelings of Kakarrotto were nonexistent, they were easy to ignore. It was satisfying, knowing he had control over the man who had surpassed him in strength time and again, and forever would. Until Kakarrotto fought him and won he would always have first rights over the Saiyajin, Raditzu or no Raditzu. It was plainly obvious from the rising ki levels that Kakarrotto was seme in that pairing, and that only made Raditzu belong to Vejita in a way.
What amazed Vejita most of all was the fact that, despite everything, Frieza was always the first thing to appear in his head. He fell back against the wall, allowing his eyes to flutter closed. All of this was driving him onto the verge of madness. He wanted this to be over, and already he was regretting accepting what the Prophetess had offered. The Prophetess of this timeline seemed to be completely ignorant, and she could, more than likely, offer him no assistance. Somehow he needed to find a way to speak to her, figure out what was going on, and return back home! He didn't want to be here any more. It could take years to regain the power of the Super Saiyajin, and he didn't want to spend more of his life serving Frieza. It was possible that everything could just again repeat! Kakarrotto could still surpass him in power! Hi ki level had always been low. It was the reason he'd been sent to Chikyuu in the first place. There was no guarantee that Vejita would be the one to defeat Frieza. All he had as an advantage was his mental powers and knowledge of what an alternate future had been like.
"Ouji-sama," came a sudden voice. Vejita spun around with a snarl, raging that he'd been caught lost in his thoughts. He was forced into silence as he saw the muscular brute Nappa approaching down the corridors, one scouter in his hand and his own covering his left eye. A smile graced Vejita's lips as he saw the hulk of a male, just as he had remembered. Nappa had never really changed any since his teenage years. He'd grown a few inches, and had become a little more cocky, but he was still the Nappa that Vejita had known as he had grown. The brute wore the black gi, muscular bare legs showing, boots, and the armor of an Elite, his tail circled firmly around his waist. Vejita allowed his own tail to wrap around his waist as he stepped forward in the hallway. "Nappa, it's good to see you."
Nappa paused with a nervous look on his ugly features, causing Vejita to chuckle. It was good to see Nappa, he admitted to himself with that smile. Ever since he had killed the brute back on Chikyuu he had done nothing but silently wish he hadn't. He'd underestimated Son Gokou, just like Nappa had, just like Raditzu had, just like the Ginyu Force, and Frieza, and Cell… everyone. It had been an unjustified end for his friend and fellow survivor. "What is it, Nappa?" he questioned, trying to rewind himself and remind himself that this wasn't that timeline, and those things hadn't happened. Nappa was his servant, bodyguard, and friend, not someone that would be seeking the payment of a blood debt. "Frieza wants us out on a purging mission. We have to leave at first light. Raditzu will be accompanying us. It will take a few weeks, maybe a month. I thought you'd like to be warned before Frieza informs us."
As Vejita stared into the callous face that had received its own number of beatings, a feeling of dread overwhelmed Vejita. It wasn't because of the mission, but in a way it was. What caused him this anxiety was the fact that, over twenty years ago, Nappa had uttered those exact same words in the exact same manner, fingers curled over the scouter as he held it out to Vejita. The memory played vividly in his mind as he reached out and accepted the object with an annoyed nod, just as he had in the past. Then Nappa had said something about Zarbon…
"I was informed of it by one of Zarbon's pleasure slaves. She said it was supposed to be a challenge, see how loyal we are to Frieza. We should stay on our toes during the mission and try to complete it as quickly as possible. Shall I awake you before dawn, Ouji-sama?"
"Hai, Nappa," Vejita muttered somewhat absently as he stared into those black eyes. Nappa bowed lowly, as a Saiyajin truly would to someone he respected and devoted to, not that kneeling on one knee like they were forced to do before Frieza. Kneeling was considered disrespectful to one's self, proclaiming weakness. Kneeling was only done when someone begged for their lives, and even then it was disgraceful.
Nappa rose up and turned, walking down the hallway. After a moment Nappa vanished, just as he had done in the past. His eyes turned down the hallway, waiting for the slave to approach that he knew would approach, and after a moment the blue skinned alien appeared, moving down the hallway, bowing nervously to Vejita before scampering off in the direction Nappa had moved.
Everything was repeating, and that feeling of being lost returned tenfold.
~*~
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"You shouldn't be moving about, Prophetess," came a gruff voice from behind her, causing the Prophetess to pause in her stride. With a faint giggle she turned, her tail curling around her nude abdomen. In the center of the hallway, Dodoria stood with a lustful glow burning in his black eyes. The Prophetess tilted her head, hair falling about her shoulders. The corridors of the spacecraft were cold, and the Prophetess could sense that they were heading towards her lord's planet. For what reason, she didn't know, nor did she care. "It's late, and Lord Frieza will miss you if he awakes."
"In the darkness, Lord Frieza shall not escape," she purred in response, falling against the wall. Her tail fell loose of her hips, drawing down and circling around her thighs as she stared into the blue-rimmed eyes of the large and pink demon. She tossed her head back with a laugh of pure insanity. Dodoria frowned, moving against the female Saiyajin. Her head turned as he stepped, watching every tiny movement as if she were her kitten watching its prey. As he finally paused next to her, a dark growl began in the back of her throat. It was a warning sound, much like a snake rattling its tail. Her own tail fluffed out and curled up around her waist protectively. Dodoria chuckled, the movements familiar to him. His large and pudgy fingers reached out and brushed gently down her bare shoulder as his eyes roamed over her breasts and thighs. "Don't worry, my beautiful pet. Daddy Dodoria isn't going to harm you."
"Daddy Dodoria?" came a voice from behind the two. Dodoria spun as a dark grin passed over the Prophetess's face. In the center of the hallway Frieza stood, hands resting on his hips as he glared at the pink alien creature that had sworn loyalty to him. "L-lord Frieza…" Dodoria exclaimed in a voice that trembled. Frieza glared angrily at him. "Prophetess, was this lowly creature bothering you?"
The Prophetess didn't respond. Frieza's eyes tore away from the alien to see the nude Saiyajin with her eyes tightly closed, the grin not yet faded from her face. Her tail had torn away from her waist and was swaying back in forth in a movement of excitement and arousal - one of the man actions that Frieza had learned related to the Saiyajin instincts. His eyes narrowed. "Prophetess, I asked you a question."
"I wonder if Vejita will be angry," she whispered, having her own conversation in her own world. Frieza sighed and shook his head. The Prophetess was lost in her mental powers, and would undoubtedly not return anytime soon. "Dodoria…"
"Lord Frieza… I meant nothing by…"
"SILENCE!" Frieza roared as black light shot form the orbs of his eyes. They struck Dodoria in his chest, sending the fat blob flying past the Prophetess. Her white eyes jerked open with a delighted laugh. Dodoria had, by some miracle, survived the blast. The creature moaned as he rolled to his stomach, trying to stand despite the pain. "Tasty, I suppose…" the Prophetess said with a faint pleasurable sigh. Frieza grinned, moving forward to stand beside the gaping female. His white arm circled around her thin waist. The Prophetess purred, resting her head on his shoulder. "I think he will be angry."
"Dodoria? What do you see, my prophetess?"
The Prophetess frowned and looked towards the hallway. "Morning calls. The night will end soon. I want to return to bed."
Knowing that sometimes her visions were just her insanity affecting her, Frieza gave a nod and tugged her down the hallway, his hands wrapped around her possessively. Dodoria was left alone, and the pain soon overwhelmed him until he passed out.
~*~
Vejita jerked awake.
It seemed like a common action. He required little sleep, and the floor was not exactly the ideal slumbering place, but he jerked awake nevertheless with the most irrational emotion searing through him - fear. It wasn't the kind of fear he was used to, but quite the opposite, it was the fear of being lost, as if he was wondering through some endless valley with no sense of direction, no food, and no one to help him… ever.
It was a feeling that he had only felt once in his lifetime, and that was when he first was forced to his knees before Frieza. It was then he had learned… no, that wasn't right… when he had KNOWN that his father was dead. He'd never actually learned that it was really Frieza who had destroyed Vejita-sei until the day Dodoria had admitted it on the planet Namek just hours before Gokou had achieved the state of the Densetsu no Super Saiyajin, but he'd known it years before, as he had known that his father was dead as he knelt before that white and pink beast. He had known because he knew his father. Vejita Ou would have never allowed him to bow before anyone other than him, and if Vejita Ouji was knelling before Frieza, than that meant that Frieza had been forced to go through his father, which meant that Vejita Ou was dead, and if Vejita Ou was dead, then there was nothing protecting his planet. He'd always held out some form of hope that his planet was still striving. Vejita-sei had then had a strong government that could survive, no flourish but survive nevertheless, without the royal family for at least a matter of a few years, but then just after those few years had passed he'd been informed of the planet's demise. Vejita had been expecting it then, and it came as no giant surprise, and he had not felt hopeless or lost. If anything, he was glad he'd finally been told, and a great weight had been lifted of his chest. Whether or not Vejita-sei had survived was no importance then, as it was now. Even if the Saiyajin race had survived, it wouldn't have made any difference. Frieza could have destroyed it at any moment. When he'd learned the news, he had not felt lost as he did now, and the feeling that he felt was overwhelming.
Vejita's eyes darted around the small room, searching for what caused this apprehension, but all his eyes found was the bare bed, and as soon as his eyes landed upon the uninhabited sheets, the reason of the fear came as clearly as the sun would to a man who had just regained his sights - Kakarrotto.
With a growl he rose to his feet, and the connection that he had once held to Kakarrotto sharply vanished, as if it had never existed, only leaving coldness in its wake. He rushed towards the door and out into the hallway, and quickly paused as he sensed the rising ki levels. The ability to sense ki was still his. It was a mental power, not a physical. Vejita had no doubt about his capability to cause mountains to crumble with a mere glare, but that would to little against Frieza. He frowned as his eyes landed on the door, and the feeling of being lost slowly began to fade. Kakarrotto was in there with his brother, mating. Vejita could sense it, smell it, and it caused him to tremble with hatred as everything Saiyajin within him screamed for him to rush in that room and kill Raditzu, but he, by some miracle, remained motionless in the center of that hallway, calmly thinking. It had been a skill he'd developed years ago, thinking. After every mistake he had made, challenging Frieza as he had, accepting Cell's temptation, and underestimating Majin Buu, he had managed to gather some control over his mind. It was little, but it was there.
The real reason he could maintain his temper at the moment was because of the actual situation, and the little bit of irony that seemed deeply embedded within everything. The goal of what he was being put through was of Frieza - destroying the demon, as he had wanted to so many years ago. Kakarrotto was mentally ill at the moment, visions of the present and the actual present intermingling and driving him to insanity, all the while trying to somehow merge his Saiyajin instincts with the emotions and mind of Son Gokou that was hidden somewhere in that soul.
Actually, Vejita really didn't give a damn about Kakarrotto. He never had, and never would. What he felt was the Saiyajin instincts of mating - claiming, dominating, and controlling, and since his feelings of Kakarrotto were nonexistent, they were easy to ignore. It was satisfying, knowing he had control over the man who had surpassed him in strength time and again, and forever would. Until Kakarrotto fought him and won he would always have first rights over the Saiyajin, Raditzu or no Raditzu. It was plainly obvious from the rising ki levels that Kakarrotto was seme in that pairing, and that only made Raditzu belong to Vejita in a way.
What amazed Vejita most of all was the fact that, despite everything, Frieza was always the first thing to appear in his head. He fell back against the wall, allowing his eyes to flutter closed. All of this was driving him onto the verge of madness. He wanted this to be over, and already he was regretting accepting what the Prophetess had offered. The Prophetess of this timeline seemed to be completely ignorant, and she could, more than likely, offer him no assistance. Somehow he needed to find a way to speak to her, figure out what was going on, and return back home! He didn't want to be here any more. It could take years to regain the power of the Super Saiyajin, and he didn't want to spend more of his life serving Frieza. It was possible that everything could just again repeat! Kakarrotto could still surpass him in power! Hi ki level had always been low. It was the reason he'd been sent to Chikyuu in the first place. There was no guarantee that Vejita would be the one to defeat Frieza. All he had as an advantage was his mental powers and knowledge of what an alternate future had been like.
"Ouji-sama," came a sudden voice. Vejita spun around with a snarl, raging that he'd been caught lost in his thoughts. He was forced into silence as he saw the muscular brute Nappa approaching down the corridors, one scouter in his hand and his own covering his left eye. A smile graced Vejita's lips as he saw the hulk of a male, just as he had remembered. Nappa had never really changed any since his teenage years. He'd grown a few inches, and had become a little more cocky, but he was still the Nappa that Vejita had known as he had grown. The brute wore the black gi, muscular bare legs showing, boots, and the armor of an Elite, his tail circled firmly around his waist. Vejita allowed his own tail to wrap around his waist as he stepped forward in the hallway. "Nappa, it's good to see you."
Nappa paused with a nervous look on his ugly features, causing Vejita to chuckle. It was good to see Nappa, he admitted to himself with that smile. Ever since he had killed the brute back on Chikyuu he had done nothing but silently wish he hadn't. He'd underestimated Son Gokou, just like Nappa had, just like Raditzu had, just like the Ginyu Force, and Frieza, and Cell… everyone. It had been an unjustified end for his friend and fellow survivor. "What is it, Nappa?" he questioned, trying to rewind himself and remind himself that this wasn't that timeline, and those things hadn't happened. Nappa was his servant, bodyguard, and friend, not someone that would be seeking the payment of a blood debt. "Frieza wants us out on a purging mission. We have to leave at first light. Raditzu will be accompanying us. It will take a few weeks, maybe a month. I thought you'd like to be warned before Frieza informs us."
As Vejita stared into the callous face that had received its own number of beatings, a feeling of dread overwhelmed Vejita. It wasn't because of the mission, but in a way it was. What caused him this anxiety was the fact that, over twenty years ago, Nappa had uttered those exact same words in the exact same manner, fingers curled over the scouter as he held it out to Vejita. The memory played vividly in his mind as he reached out and accepted the object with an annoyed nod, just as he had in the past. Then Nappa had said something about Zarbon…
"I was informed of it by one of Zarbon's pleasure slaves. She said it was supposed to be a challenge, see how loyal we are to Frieza. We should stay on our toes during the mission and try to complete it as quickly as possible. Shall I awake you before dawn, Ouji-sama?"
"Hai, Nappa," Vejita muttered somewhat absently as he stared into those black eyes. Nappa bowed lowly, as a Saiyajin truly would to someone he respected and devoted to, not that kneeling on one knee like they were forced to do before Frieza. Kneeling was considered disrespectful to one's self, proclaiming weakness. Kneeling was only done when someone begged for their lives, and even then it was disgraceful.
Nappa rose up and turned, walking down the hallway. After a moment Nappa vanished, just as he had done in the past. His eyes turned down the hallway, waiting for the slave to approach that he knew would approach, and after a moment the blue skinned alien appeared, moving down the hallway, bowing nervously to Vejita before scampering off in the direction Nappa had moved.
Everything was repeating, and that feeling of being lost returned tenfold.
~*~
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