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A Nightmare
WARNINGS! Since this is an adult website, I'll skip the obvious. However, I've gotta tell you that I don't own any of this shit, I hardly even own the PC that I wrote it on...~_~ SO DON'T FILE LAWSUITS I'VE NOT MONEY!
Mou itte imasu yo! I've more words: SINCE it was brought to my attention what the problem with my story was, I'm trying to fix it! So the first chapter has been broken up into TWO chapters...and! I will be kind and update this by adding chapter two!
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Ages are as follows
Napa: 33
Raditzu: 18
Vegeta: 7
Goku: 6
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Napa groaned, body aching beyond what should be normal after a bout of passionate love making with his mate. Sitting up slowly, he tried to push the grogginess out of his head. This wasn’t normal. . . He wasn’t really feeling any more awake then he had just a few moments ago. Everything moved slow and sluggish, as if he were under deep waters.
Dropping back to the hard bed, he groaned, searching blindly for his mate. “Raditzu,” He whispered. Closing his eyes, he smiled like the devil he was, “Come get me up.”
“Huuuuhhhhh?” He heard his mate groan, but it didn’t sound as if it were coming from the same room. Sitting up much quicker this time, Napa felt panic rising in him.
“Raditzu?” He said a bit louder, a hint of fear in his voice. “Where are you?”
“I. . . I. . .don’t know. . . “
Napa heard as much as felt an answering fear in his mate, “Raditzu.” He purred his mate's name, trying to sooth and calm over the mental link he cherished so much with the younger man. Choosing a happy memory they shared at random, he started to replay it back to Raditzu, feeling him instantly drift back to sleep where ever he was being held.
Holding his breath, he used his link to his mate to discover that Raditzu was just on the other side of the wall his bed was bolted to. Putting his hand to the wall he contemplated blowing the damned wall down. That wasn’t wise however, he had no real idea where his mate was. He had no idea what the room looked like on the other side, he didn’t even know if there were other people around.
Other people.
He suddenly bound to his feet, ignoring the dizziness that swept over him. His sluggishness was almost all but gone, fear hammering in his head instead. The Prince, where was their prince? Where was the king for that matter. He had an oath to protect the Royal family, and what had he done? He had let them down, he had let his mate down. Growling in anger at himself he began to pace the room, his senses sweeping the small distances they could reach.
Not many Saiyans had the ability to search for kis or other energies, but he and Raditzu shared the gift. However, his meager abilities gave him no clue as to where his mate’s favorite brat was. He was nearly in a panic now, for all he knew, that damned lizard could have killed the only heir to the thrown by now. It was all starting to come back to him, the fight, the white lizard that had killed the queen.
“I should have attacked all those bastards instead of listening to Raditzu. The damned IDIOT!” He smashed his fist against a weak looking wall, only to find it was much much stronger than it looked. Groaning in pain he cradled his hurt hand to his chest, growling in irritation.
Examining the wall he had hit, he realized he hadn’t even put a dent into the hard surface and he had hit it as hard as he could. Glowering at it he began to pace the floor again, trying to reach into Raditzu’s mind to access the link the wild haired Saiyan had developed with their Prince after tending to his every whim since birth.
“I am going to find that brat. . . Then I am going to kill that bastard lizard,” He growled to himself. “Then I am going to kill that spineless bastard we called king for getting me and my mate into this.”
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Vegeta awoke, his eyes snapping open only to fined nothing but darkness. Had it been a bad dream? He thrashed around on the hard bed, trying to find anything, anything at all, that would prove to him that he had had nothing more than a nightmare. Raditzu’s bed was hard and lumpy and squeaky like this bed was, he had to be in Raditzu’s room.
It had all been a dream. . .hadn’t it? The young prince told himself that it was. He told himself that he was being terribly silly, his dad was very much alive. His mother was very much alive too, she was probably with daddy right now doing what ever they did at this time of night.
Sitting up he hopped off of the bed and shuffled in the total darkness of the room, knowing Raditzu’s and Napa’s room by heart. The door was three feet in front of him, his privet bathroom was twenty feet to his left after he left the small room. His bed was one hundred feet in a strait arrow from the door. The door to leave his bed chambers and get to the hallway that led down to his play room was only five hundred feet from Raditzu's bedroom door and on his righthand side. Reaching out he felt around for the door knob.
It wasn’t there. It wasn’t anywhere. Reality started to set in and he felt his heart begin to thud heavily in his chest, making him feel nauseous . Father, Mother, maybe even Napa. . . Raditzu.. . Were dead, they were all dead. King Vegeta had taught him all about death, taught him that once a thing was dead. . .it never came back, never ever.
Sinking to the floor, he began to cry, curling in upon himself. Starring out into the darkness, he silently prayed for his father to be wrong for once. If his father was wrong. . . Everyone was alright and he wasn’t alone. Everyone would come back and hold him and tell him everything was alright. He found his thumb in his mouth; his father had deplored him sucking his thumb. However, he found great comfort in it and gave in to the old habit.
Sucking franticly on his thumb, he slowly fell asleep, drifting into horrifying nightmares where he saw his father hang himself. Dreams where his father slit his own throat, or let the great white lizard do it for him.
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“Look at that monkey. . .” A voice growls in the darkness and Vegeta was instantly awake, his thumb sliding out of his mouth.
Grimacing the prince whipped the saliva off of his hand, ashamed to be caught doing something so childish. Sitting up he looked around the room trying to find the sound of that voice.
“He’s awake, close the door.” Another voice growled in a whisper, obviously not wanting the young prince to hear. Seeing the square patch of light, the prince scrambled to his feet his mind only on one thing.
Escape
‘Got to get away, got to get away, someone out there will help you, someone out there will tell you that your parents are really alive and it was all a cruel trick.’ Vegeta’s mind whispered to him over and over again like a mantra. ‘Someone out there will get you out of here and back to your nice warm bed. Someone out there will take you to Raditzu and Raditzu will give you a ice pop and tell you a funny story.’
It was all the momentum his trembling legs needed to carry him out of the dark room and into the nearly blinding white light beyond the doorway. Blinking back the tears the sudden brightness brought, he ran on, dodging past obstacles he hardly saw while his eyes adjusted.
“HEY! Watch out you son of a bitch!” Someone called after the fleeing prince, but Vegeta didn’t understand the foreign words or cared what the man was shouting for that matter. His vision had cleared enough for him to see a huge door before him. It had to be the way out, it certainly looked like the sorts of doors that led out in his daddy’s huge palace.
Crying in glee, he threw himself against the doors knowing from experience that these doors were light and easy to push open. However, the doors before him slid back without him even touching them and he went flying, loosing his balance he skidded across the ground.
“Well well well. . . If it isn’t the little monkey Prince.” A cold, amused voice purred in Saiyago, freezing the Prince in place before he could even begin to try and climb to his feet. “How did you get out of your room?”
“Furiza,” The Prince mouthed the unfamiliar name, the fear, the memories, the anger, the sorrow all flowing back at once. He was face to face with the man who took away his parents, his Raditzu and his Raditzu’s mate.
“How wonderful, you remember my name. I think that should be rewarded.” The icy voice crooned on, making the Saiyan Prince growl animal like. “Or maybe not. . . I don’t like things that growl.”
Vegeta finally got to his feet, his fear disappearing, being quickly replaced completely by his deep grief. His parents were dead, and who had killed them? This . . . This ugly, disgusting. . . thing. He’d have this thing.. . He’ll have it skinned alive!
“What are you growling at anyways, monkey boy? Are you growling at me?” Lord Furiza asked, approaching the snarling child.
Backing away slowly he found his back pressed to a cold steely wall, his fear returning once again. Where ever he was, he wasn’t in the castle any more; no one here to protect him, no one at all. He wasn’t even sure if he was on Bejita Sei any more. He had heard about flying objects with walls made out of metal instead of wood or stone, objects that could travel between stars. All of his father’s friends from off world had them, used them to come visit.
“Admiring my ship?” Furiza said, waving a hand at the white and steal gray settings. “I decorated myself.” Another door opened and a hand full of weird looking humanoids poured into the room. Vegeta’s knees went weak and he slid to the floor. They were here to hurt him, weren’t they? Vegeta tried to hid his fears but found himself whimpering. Where had his anger gone to? He had had such a firm grip on it before, he was ready to kill in fact.
“Don’t worry . . .” Furiza purred, waving the other creatures away. They disappeared back to where ever they had came from. “You’re a naughty monkey, Vegeta. You have my whole ship up in arms over your little escape stunt. You’re just lucky you ran into me. They wouldn’t have been so kind to someone as. . .sweet. . . . as you.”
Vegeta’s eyes narrowed, he didn’t like the tone of this thing. He didn’t like it one bit. His mother had called him sweet, he didn’t want it to call him sweet. Sweet was an adjective reserved for his mommy alone. “I’m not a monkey.” He said defiantly, like his father taught him when the children of the off world dignitaries would call him such names. Climbing onto wobbly legs he ignored the dizziness that was starting to swim through his head. Taking a step forward he puffed out his chest, he glowered up at the titanic looking beast with all his pride and courage. It may have been false courage, but he was making himself feel better—slightly.
“Oh, a saucy one aren’t we?” Furiza asked, raising a delicate eyebrow. “Well you will soon realize, there is no room aboard MY ship for naughty, saucy little MONKEY Princes. In fact, maybe I should start teaching you right now how wrong your ideals are.. . .”
Vegeta’s eyes grew big when the monster boar down on him, tail raising up behind him like a serpent ready to strike. Trembling his fear overwhelmed him and he felt his bladder let loose, hot liquid pouring down his leg. Sobbing he crumpled to the ground, waiting for the strike to come, waiting for the pain he knew his mother must have felt before she. . .died.
Hissssss
The shadow that had loomed over him slid away and he risked a peek. What he saw did his heart no good.
“Ah, Cooler,” The white freak of a lizard said in some foreign tongue Vegeta did not recognize. Vegeta’s eyes were drawn at once to a near copy of the disgusting white creature, Furiza, which was just walking into the room. “I was hoping you would arrive soon. . . I have a new pet to show you brother.”
“Brother, I swear you’re. . . .pet. . . .collection is an utter waist of time. It hasn’t gained us any new territory. In fact it is hurting our income.” The other freak said, walking up to the trembling Prince. “What is this little pathetic creature?” The ‘brother’ picked Vegeta up by the scruff of his neck, dangling him before his face.
Furiza almost beamed, if that was possible, “This is Prince Vegeta of the Saiyajin, I just got him today. His people are so weak it was actually funny to watch them believe they were stronger than me! I was hopping to use their kind to purge the planets we want, but I‘m not so sure any more.”
The new beast frowned, sniffing at Vegeta’s trembling body. Suddenly Vegeta felt sick, his stomach turning and tying into tight knots. The way the brute was holding him wasn’t helping any at all, swinging him back and forth to get a better look.
“This pet of yours has soiled itself,” The new thing said in disdain, dropping Prince Vegeta at once. Whipping it’s hand on his cape, he glanced to a none too happy Furiza. “It must have really been funny, huh Furiza? What did they do? Threaten to tinkle on your leg if you didn’t submit to their will?”
Furiza looked positively livid, “ZARBON!” The lizard Shrieked in that ear piercing voice, summoning another monster into it’s quarters. “Take this back to it’s cell. Have those idiots turn on the lights, and then bring that long haired freak in to it‘s cell. Have you got that?”
“Yes Lord Furiza,” The greenish fairy boy said, bowing sharply. With a sneer, the new alien picked the still nauseous prince up by his hair. Bringing Vegeta to face level, he laughed. “So this is Furiza’s new pet. What a runt, you aren‘t even worth my time..”
“GO!” Furiza shouted, pointing towards the door Vegeta had run through.
“Ay lord,” Zarbon said with the utmost respect, still holding the little prince by his hair while he left the room. Once he was outside and a good way away from ‘lord Furiza’s’ room, Zarbon growled and dropped Vegeta. “You disgusting little shit bag!”
Vegeta only groaned, trying to get to his feet, his stomach was hurting worst than ever before. Dizziness was washing over him again, bringing in sickening waves of extreme nausea, making it almost impossible to stand or even try to walk. He didn’t even fight back when the green man kicked him, growling something in that strange other language.
Skidding across the floor, bruised and bleeding, Vegeta found himself being picked up again. “I have to carry you, don’t I? You‘re worthless!” Vegeta only groaned in response to the foreign language, his stomach giving a nasty heave as the sudden jounce he was given.
“Gods,” Vegeta groaned, his stomach giving another violent heave. “I’m going to be sick.”
“What was that?” The green alien growled, holding the little dirty Prince closer to his face.
Vegeta gave a miserable belch, bringing up ever ounce of food he had eaten before going to bed that night. He was minutely pleased that he had thrown up on the offensive green thing, but his growing sickness was killing the joy.
“IM GOING TO KILL YOU!” Zarbon roared, eyes large with rage as chunks of food and vile liquids dripped down his face and neck, getting into his beloved hair. Reaching the Prince’s room, the creature slammed his fist into the open button, throwing the sick child face first into the cold steal floor. “You’re just lucky . . . I can’t touch you! As soon as Furiza tires of you . . .you had better believe I am going to be there to show you what true pain is.”
Vegeta groaned, shaking his head. He had no idea what this language they were speaking was, he only knew Saiyago and this language was definitely not Saiyago. All he knew was that he wanted Napa and Raditzu, he wanted a bath and he waned his mommy. Sobbing he lay there, feeling too sick to remove his sticky, smelly clothes.
When the door hissed open again, Vegeta didn’t even look up, didn’t even dare to try and ‘escape‘.
“M-my Prince!” A shaky voice cried in Saiyago.
“Raditzu?” Vegeta sniffled, trying to sit up. He was so dizzy, he could hardly lift a finger, he felt weaker than a newborn cub.
“Me’cuthra Ou’g, (3)” Raditzu whispered picking up the weak child, taking in his condition. The bruises, the bloody cuts, the smell of piss, the damp clothing, the vomit beginning to dry in the Prince’s hair and on his face. Raditzu could tell his Prince was sick, the child’s skin was dry and hot, but he trembled as if it were cold.
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a/n
(1) Shy’yadar (Shy-yah-dah har)——Saiyago for shit face; latterly meaning face made of excrement.
(2) Trathd’a re’coves me’cuth suru, Sashte’n rashte‘n Kahate‘n. (Trah-tahe-day Ree-k-ho-veh-ss Me-ku-at-he suh-ruh, sahsh-ten rahsh-ten ka-yay-ten) dare you I do, inbred animal fucking child rapper!
(3) Me’cuthra Ou’g (Me-ku-at-he-rah Ow-oo-gee) My prince.
Mou itte imasu yo! I've more words: SINCE it was brought to my attention what the problem with my story was, I'm trying to fix it! So the first chapter has been broken up into TWO chapters...and! I will be kind and update this by adding chapter two!
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Ages are as follows
Napa: 33
Raditzu: 18
Vegeta: 7
Goku: 6
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Napa groaned, body aching beyond what should be normal after a bout of passionate love making with his mate. Sitting up slowly, he tried to push the grogginess out of his head. This wasn’t normal. . . He wasn’t really feeling any more awake then he had just a few moments ago. Everything moved slow and sluggish, as if he were under deep waters.
Dropping back to the hard bed, he groaned, searching blindly for his mate. “Raditzu,” He whispered. Closing his eyes, he smiled like the devil he was, “Come get me up.”
“Huuuuhhhhh?” He heard his mate groan, but it didn’t sound as if it were coming from the same room. Sitting up much quicker this time, Napa felt panic rising in him.
“Raditzu?” He said a bit louder, a hint of fear in his voice. “Where are you?”
“I. . . I. . .don’t know. . . “
Napa heard as much as felt an answering fear in his mate, “Raditzu.” He purred his mate's name, trying to sooth and calm over the mental link he cherished so much with the younger man. Choosing a happy memory they shared at random, he started to replay it back to Raditzu, feeling him instantly drift back to sleep where ever he was being held.
Holding his breath, he used his link to his mate to discover that Raditzu was just on the other side of the wall his bed was bolted to. Putting his hand to the wall he contemplated blowing the damned wall down. That wasn’t wise however, he had no real idea where his mate was. He had no idea what the room looked like on the other side, he didn’t even know if there were other people around.
Other people.
He suddenly bound to his feet, ignoring the dizziness that swept over him. His sluggishness was almost all but gone, fear hammering in his head instead. The Prince, where was their prince? Where was the king for that matter. He had an oath to protect the Royal family, and what had he done? He had let them down, he had let his mate down. Growling in anger at himself he began to pace the room, his senses sweeping the small distances they could reach.
Not many Saiyans had the ability to search for kis or other energies, but he and Raditzu shared the gift. However, his meager abilities gave him no clue as to where his mate’s favorite brat was. He was nearly in a panic now, for all he knew, that damned lizard could have killed the only heir to the thrown by now. It was all starting to come back to him, the fight, the white lizard that had killed the queen.
“I should have attacked all those bastards instead of listening to Raditzu. The damned IDIOT!” He smashed his fist against a weak looking wall, only to find it was much much stronger than it looked. Groaning in pain he cradled his hurt hand to his chest, growling in irritation.
Examining the wall he had hit, he realized he hadn’t even put a dent into the hard surface and he had hit it as hard as he could. Glowering at it he began to pace the floor again, trying to reach into Raditzu’s mind to access the link the wild haired Saiyan had developed with their Prince after tending to his every whim since birth.
“I am going to find that brat. . . Then I am going to kill that bastard lizard,” He growled to himself. “Then I am going to kill that spineless bastard we called king for getting me and my mate into this.”
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Vegeta awoke, his eyes snapping open only to fined nothing but darkness. Had it been a bad dream? He thrashed around on the hard bed, trying to find anything, anything at all, that would prove to him that he had had nothing more than a nightmare. Raditzu’s bed was hard and lumpy and squeaky like this bed was, he had to be in Raditzu’s room.
It had all been a dream. . .hadn’t it? The young prince told himself that it was. He told himself that he was being terribly silly, his dad was very much alive. His mother was very much alive too, she was probably with daddy right now doing what ever they did at this time of night.
Sitting up he hopped off of the bed and shuffled in the total darkness of the room, knowing Raditzu’s and Napa’s room by heart. The door was three feet in front of him, his privet bathroom was twenty feet to his left after he left the small room. His bed was one hundred feet in a strait arrow from the door. The door to leave his bed chambers and get to the hallway that led down to his play room was only five hundred feet from Raditzu's bedroom door and on his righthand side. Reaching out he felt around for the door knob.
It wasn’t there. It wasn’t anywhere. Reality started to set in and he felt his heart begin to thud heavily in his chest, making him feel nauseous . Father, Mother, maybe even Napa. . . Raditzu.. . Were dead, they were all dead. King Vegeta had taught him all about death, taught him that once a thing was dead. . .it never came back, never ever.
Sinking to the floor, he began to cry, curling in upon himself. Starring out into the darkness, he silently prayed for his father to be wrong for once. If his father was wrong. . . Everyone was alright and he wasn’t alone. Everyone would come back and hold him and tell him everything was alright. He found his thumb in his mouth; his father had deplored him sucking his thumb. However, he found great comfort in it and gave in to the old habit.
Sucking franticly on his thumb, he slowly fell asleep, drifting into horrifying nightmares where he saw his father hang himself. Dreams where his father slit his own throat, or let the great white lizard do it for him.
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“Look at that monkey. . .” A voice growls in the darkness and Vegeta was instantly awake, his thumb sliding out of his mouth.
Grimacing the prince whipped the saliva off of his hand, ashamed to be caught doing something so childish. Sitting up he looked around the room trying to find the sound of that voice.
“He’s awake, close the door.” Another voice growled in a whisper, obviously not wanting the young prince to hear. Seeing the square patch of light, the prince scrambled to his feet his mind only on one thing.
Escape
‘Got to get away, got to get away, someone out there will help you, someone out there will tell you that your parents are really alive and it was all a cruel trick.’ Vegeta’s mind whispered to him over and over again like a mantra. ‘Someone out there will get you out of here and back to your nice warm bed. Someone out there will take you to Raditzu and Raditzu will give you a ice pop and tell you a funny story.’
It was all the momentum his trembling legs needed to carry him out of the dark room and into the nearly blinding white light beyond the doorway. Blinking back the tears the sudden brightness brought, he ran on, dodging past obstacles he hardly saw while his eyes adjusted.
“HEY! Watch out you son of a bitch!” Someone called after the fleeing prince, but Vegeta didn’t understand the foreign words or cared what the man was shouting for that matter. His vision had cleared enough for him to see a huge door before him. It had to be the way out, it certainly looked like the sorts of doors that led out in his daddy’s huge palace.
Crying in glee, he threw himself against the doors knowing from experience that these doors were light and easy to push open. However, the doors before him slid back without him even touching them and he went flying, loosing his balance he skidded across the ground.
“Well well well. . . If it isn’t the little monkey Prince.” A cold, amused voice purred in Saiyago, freezing the Prince in place before he could even begin to try and climb to his feet. “How did you get out of your room?”
“Furiza,” The Prince mouthed the unfamiliar name, the fear, the memories, the anger, the sorrow all flowing back at once. He was face to face with the man who took away his parents, his Raditzu and his Raditzu’s mate.
“How wonderful, you remember my name. I think that should be rewarded.” The icy voice crooned on, making the Saiyan Prince growl animal like. “Or maybe not. . . I don’t like things that growl.”
Vegeta finally got to his feet, his fear disappearing, being quickly replaced completely by his deep grief. His parents were dead, and who had killed them? This . . . This ugly, disgusting. . . thing. He’d have this thing.. . He’ll have it skinned alive!
“What are you growling at anyways, monkey boy? Are you growling at me?” Lord Furiza asked, approaching the snarling child.
Backing away slowly he found his back pressed to a cold steely wall, his fear returning once again. Where ever he was, he wasn’t in the castle any more; no one here to protect him, no one at all. He wasn’t even sure if he was on Bejita Sei any more. He had heard about flying objects with walls made out of metal instead of wood or stone, objects that could travel between stars. All of his father’s friends from off world had them, used them to come visit.
“Admiring my ship?” Furiza said, waving a hand at the white and steal gray settings. “I decorated myself.” Another door opened and a hand full of weird looking humanoids poured into the room. Vegeta’s knees went weak and he slid to the floor. They were here to hurt him, weren’t they? Vegeta tried to hid his fears but found himself whimpering. Where had his anger gone to? He had had such a firm grip on it before, he was ready to kill in fact.
“Don’t worry . . .” Furiza purred, waving the other creatures away. They disappeared back to where ever they had came from. “You’re a naughty monkey, Vegeta. You have my whole ship up in arms over your little escape stunt. You’re just lucky you ran into me. They wouldn’t have been so kind to someone as. . .sweet. . . . as you.”
Vegeta’s eyes narrowed, he didn’t like the tone of this thing. He didn’t like it one bit. His mother had called him sweet, he didn’t want it to call him sweet. Sweet was an adjective reserved for his mommy alone. “I’m not a monkey.” He said defiantly, like his father taught him when the children of the off world dignitaries would call him such names. Climbing onto wobbly legs he ignored the dizziness that was starting to swim through his head. Taking a step forward he puffed out his chest, he glowered up at the titanic looking beast with all his pride and courage. It may have been false courage, but he was making himself feel better—slightly.
“Oh, a saucy one aren’t we?” Furiza asked, raising a delicate eyebrow. “Well you will soon realize, there is no room aboard MY ship for naughty, saucy little MONKEY Princes. In fact, maybe I should start teaching you right now how wrong your ideals are.. . .”
Vegeta’s eyes grew big when the monster boar down on him, tail raising up behind him like a serpent ready to strike. Trembling his fear overwhelmed him and he felt his bladder let loose, hot liquid pouring down his leg. Sobbing he crumpled to the ground, waiting for the strike to come, waiting for the pain he knew his mother must have felt before she. . .died.
Hissssss
The shadow that had loomed over him slid away and he risked a peek. What he saw did his heart no good.
“Ah, Cooler,” The white freak of a lizard said in some foreign tongue Vegeta did not recognize. Vegeta’s eyes were drawn at once to a near copy of the disgusting white creature, Furiza, which was just walking into the room. “I was hoping you would arrive soon. . . I have a new pet to show you brother.”
“Brother, I swear you’re. . . .pet. . . .collection is an utter waist of time. It hasn’t gained us any new territory. In fact it is hurting our income.” The other freak said, walking up to the trembling Prince. “What is this little pathetic creature?” The ‘brother’ picked Vegeta up by the scruff of his neck, dangling him before his face.
Furiza almost beamed, if that was possible, “This is Prince Vegeta of the Saiyajin, I just got him today. His people are so weak it was actually funny to watch them believe they were stronger than me! I was hopping to use their kind to purge the planets we want, but I‘m not so sure any more.”
The new beast frowned, sniffing at Vegeta’s trembling body. Suddenly Vegeta felt sick, his stomach turning and tying into tight knots. The way the brute was holding him wasn’t helping any at all, swinging him back and forth to get a better look.
“This pet of yours has soiled itself,” The new thing said in disdain, dropping Prince Vegeta at once. Whipping it’s hand on his cape, he glanced to a none too happy Furiza. “It must have really been funny, huh Furiza? What did they do? Threaten to tinkle on your leg if you didn’t submit to their will?”
Furiza looked positively livid, “ZARBON!” The lizard Shrieked in that ear piercing voice, summoning another monster into it’s quarters. “Take this back to it’s cell. Have those idiots turn on the lights, and then bring that long haired freak in to it‘s cell. Have you got that?”
“Yes Lord Furiza,” The greenish fairy boy said, bowing sharply. With a sneer, the new alien picked the still nauseous prince up by his hair. Bringing Vegeta to face level, he laughed. “So this is Furiza’s new pet. What a runt, you aren‘t even worth my time..”
“GO!” Furiza shouted, pointing towards the door Vegeta had run through.
“Ay lord,” Zarbon said with the utmost respect, still holding the little prince by his hair while he left the room. Once he was outside and a good way away from ‘lord Furiza’s’ room, Zarbon growled and dropped Vegeta. “You disgusting little shit bag!”
Vegeta only groaned, trying to get to his feet, his stomach was hurting worst than ever before. Dizziness was washing over him again, bringing in sickening waves of extreme nausea, making it almost impossible to stand or even try to walk. He didn’t even fight back when the green man kicked him, growling something in that strange other language.
Skidding across the floor, bruised and bleeding, Vegeta found himself being picked up again. “I have to carry you, don’t I? You‘re worthless!” Vegeta only groaned in response to the foreign language, his stomach giving a nasty heave as the sudden jounce he was given.
“Gods,” Vegeta groaned, his stomach giving another violent heave. “I’m going to be sick.”
“What was that?” The green alien growled, holding the little dirty Prince closer to his face.
Vegeta gave a miserable belch, bringing up ever ounce of food he had eaten before going to bed that night. He was minutely pleased that he had thrown up on the offensive green thing, but his growing sickness was killing the joy.
“IM GOING TO KILL YOU!” Zarbon roared, eyes large with rage as chunks of food and vile liquids dripped down his face and neck, getting into his beloved hair. Reaching the Prince’s room, the creature slammed his fist into the open button, throwing the sick child face first into the cold steal floor. “You’re just lucky . . . I can’t touch you! As soon as Furiza tires of you . . .you had better believe I am going to be there to show you what true pain is.”
Vegeta groaned, shaking his head. He had no idea what this language they were speaking was, he only knew Saiyago and this language was definitely not Saiyago. All he knew was that he wanted Napa and Raditzu, he wanted a bath and he waned his mommy. Sobbing he lay there, feeling too sick to remove his sticky, smelly clothes.
When the door hissed open again, Vegeta didn’t even look up, didn’t even dare to try and ‘escape‘.
“M-my Prince!” A shaky voice cried in Saiyago.
“Raditzu?” Vegeta sniffled, trying to sit up. He was so dizzy, he could hardly lift a finger, he felt weaker than a newborn cub.
“Me’cuthra Ou’g, (3)” Raditzu whispered picking up the weak child, taking in his condition. The bruises, the bloody cuts, the smell of piss, the damp clothing, the vomit beginning to dry in the Prince’s hair and on his face. Raditzu could tell his Prince was sick, the child’s skin was dry and hot, but he trembled as if it were cold.
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a/n
(1) Shy’yadar (Shy-yah-dah har)——Saiyago for shit face; latterly meaning face made of excrement.
(2) Trathd’a re’coves me’cuth suru, Sashte’n rashte‘n Kahate‘n. (Trah-tahe-day Ree-k-ho-veh-ss Me-ku-at-he suh-ruh, sahsh-ten rahsh-ten ka-yay-ten) dare you I do, inbred animal fucking child rapper!
(3) Me’cuthra Ou’g (Me-ku-at-he-rah Ow-oo-gee) My prince.