The Darkness Within Him

A/N: Sorry for the late update, technical difficulties…Thanks so much for the reviews :D

TEXT FOR CHARACTERS THOUGHTS


Chapter Two


Frieza looked on with a look of displeasure at the pathetic insects, which called themselves soldiers, that stood before him. His tail lashed back and forth behind him, showing his obvious agitation, as once again they told him how they had not been able to locate the remaining three Dragon Balls that he needed in order to fulfill his wish.

The ice-jin turned to look at the so-called captain of the useless squad of soldiers. Upon Frieza’s gaze the captain began shuddering in fear, and slowly backing away into his men, whom all backed into the wall. They clustered together, knowing that this would probably be the last thing they saw, but no, Frieza still had one more question to ask.

“And what of, Vegeta, have you been able to locate him?” Frieza said, smiling at the coward captain and his weak little team with a warm smile and a pleasant tone to his voice.The captain trembled even more so, and was able to control himself for merely a second to grunt out, “N...n...no… L…l…Lord F…”Frieza didn’t let him finish his sentence before sent an explosive attack on the captain and the group of imbeciles behind him.

However blowing them up did nothing to ease the emperor’s tension, if anything, it simply added to it.

Ithor waited outside the bathing room listening to the human female make a strange sound with her voice as she cleansed herself in the shower. For someone who was just taken against her will to perhaps be someone’s sex slave, she seemed to be in good spirits, and he wondered if that was just how the human species were. If even in the worse circumstances, they still found some way to be happy or were they just a foolish breed?

He leaned against the wall, and began to meditate heavily on the important matters that were troubling the empire. Many of Frieza’s allies were turning against him, and forming allegiances amongst themselves, and the Saiyan Prince Vegeta, also was on a rebellious streak, first heading to a far away planet on his own with two of his men, and then coming to Namek and killing several of Frieza’s soldiers including Cui and also going after the Dragon Balls on his own.

“Quite a mess you have made for us young Prince, but I believe, you have justification for your actions.” Ithor whispered, to no one in particular, just felt the need to say what was on his mind.

All of a sudden, his scouter lit up signaling a communication request, he touched the button on the side of it and immediately heard his master’s voice on the other line.

“Report.”

“My lord, I have brought the female into the ship and have sent her into the bathing room, she is showering as we speak and seems to be quite jovial, if I may say so.”

Zarbon raised an eyebrow upon hearing that the female was in a good mood and asked if he had given her anything alcoholic to calm her nerves.

“No my lord, I have not,” responded Ithor.

“How much longer will she need to bathe?” Zarbon asked out of curiosity.

“Sir, she is female, so I believe she isn’t exactly rushing to get out…” Ithor trailed off as the shower door slid open and a rush of steam filled the hallway along with the subject of their conversation. She was wrapped in a fluffy towel and her hair was wet and cascading down her back like silken waterfalls, for some reason, the silver skinned warrior felt his mouth go dry and he was at a loss of words for a few moments.

She is beautiful, the silver warrior found himself thinking,pure perfection.

His master’s agitated voice calling his name repeatedly, brought Ithor out of his momentary captivation with the woman in front of him and he immediately responded to his superior telling him that he would bring her to him as soon as possible.

“Um, is there anything for me to wear, or am I going to have to walk around the ship in this towel?” She asked him, gesturing toward the cloth for emphasis. He stared at her for a minute and then told her to follow him. She asked him what about the clothes she had left on the floor, and he merely responded the servants would get them.

She kept his brisk pace, matching him foot for foot in walking speed, and looked around in awe at the long corridors of the ship. Each corner they turned, she seemed to find something else that held her fascination, meanwhile asking him a handful of questions.

“Aren’t you going to take a shower to? Who’s this Frieza guy you keep talking about? Is he really that scary…?” She kept finding things to ask and it bewildered him how a creature could talk as much as she did, he wondered to himself whether she just had an inquisitive nature, or if talking and questioning him was calming to her nerves, although it was a rather one-sided conversation.

Bulma felt as if she had been thrown into the twilight zone, deep inside her stomach, she felt a sense of fear that she had never felt before. She desperately wanted to find Krillin and Gohan, and was sure that the feeling was mutual. Upon entering the grand ship, the fear in the pit of her stomach doubled, and she couldn’t understand it. She felt as if her instincts were telling her that she needed to find a way to escape her captor, even though she herself felt no malicious intent from him.

If he wanted to rape me, wouldn’t he have done it already? She thought to herself, but yet hadn’t he said he was simply just a soldier, could it be he had someone higher up that was commanding him to bring her to him, if that was the case, then her fear should be placed with the one giving the orders and not the one following them.

She had been grateful to him when he directed her to the shower room, because she hadn’t bathed in awhile and was beginning to feel sticky, she had sweat a lot in her clothes when she had ran from the soldiers earlier and she could still smell dried sweat on her body, so she had been very happy that he had led her there but was not any less nervous. While she bathed, she thought of songs on earth and began humming them in order to calm her nerves.

“Right around this corner here is a room, there are suitable garments there for a female…” The silver skinned guy’s smooth voice cut through her thoughts and she turned to look up at him. She was grateful that the towel she had on stuck to her body had not even loosened one bit, she had tied a knot in it before exiting the shower because she couldn’t deal with the embarrassment of having it drop in front of some freaky alien guy that never blinked.

She nodded in response to him, as they turned the corner and came to the room that he had mentioned. She noticed that the room had two grand doors blocking the entry and a red light emanating from the top of them. On the side of the doors was a small machine that she figured was some form of a scanner. She watched the soldier slide his hand into it, and as soon as it recognized him, the doors slid open.

As they entered, a strong scent filled her nostrils, and bright lights blinded her vision for a few moments and then she was able to see. Her eyes widened as she took in her surroundings, everywhere she looked was beautiful gowns of all sorts, short, long, loose dresses, tight fitting ones. There was a table that seemingly had lotions and perfumes and behind that table were robes. Everything had its own style and color, the perfume and lotion bottles looked as if they were made of jewels and emeralds, some seemed to have rubies, and the gowns were simply breathtaking.

“Please pick your garment, so we may be on our way, you will find footwear at the far end of the room.” The warrior stated and then turned on his heel to leave. Bulma was still in amazement to the gorgeous clothes that she found on a spaceship that seemed to have mostly male soldiers on it and she wondered why a room like this would even be in existence here.

Zarbon kneeled respectfully before his lord and tried to calm his rumbling frustration. When a soldier came and knocked on his door to alert him that Frieza wished to speak with him, he felt angry enough to kill something. Where was Ithor and why was he taking so long with the damned female, he had thought to himself. Now, he was still horny and at the wrath of Frieza.

“I want Vegeta and I want him here now.” Frieza said in a calm voice, although his actions stated he was everything but calm. He sat in his hover chair, swirling wine around in his glass. “He has at least three of the missing dragon balls, he is destroying several villages as we speak, and he has killed many of our soldiers. I do not want you sending any of your men to handle him Zarbon, I want you to do it…” He pointed his finger at him for emphasis.

“You wish me to go now my lord?” Zarbon asked.

Frieza looked down at him and thought to himself that most creatures either had brains or beauty, never both. “Yes you idiot, NOW!”


Ithor’s scouter lit up as his master requested to speak with him, he accepted the request and was taken aback by his lord’s tone. “Ithor, where the hell are you…!” Zarbon shouted through the scouter. Ithor calmly replied back to him that he was with the female and that he had taken her to the garment room to find suitable clothing for herself.

Zarbon continued yelling, “ You imbecile, you could’ve taken her out the shower and brought her naked to my quarters for all I care, all I wanted to do was screw her and then you could’ve sent her back to wherever she came from or done as you please with her. Now I can’t do anything because the brat Prince is on some insane mission of revenge against Frieza!”

“My lord I…” Ithor tried to say that what he had done was simply follow the order that he had given him but was once again cut off by his master, “ Ithor I don’t care what you’re about to say, meet me at the dock of the ship NOW! And help me find this bastard, before I take out my frustration on You!” Zarbon continued shouting.

“And what of the…” Once again Ithor was cut off by his still yelling superior, “DISREGARD HER!! AND GET OVER HERE!!” and with that his lord ended the call.

Ithor gave a concerned glance at the room he had left the girl in, wondering if she would find her way off the ship and coming to the conclusion that she had to be intelligent enough to back track the steps they had taken since boarding it. Yes, she would no doubt find her own way off it…well he hoped.

“Please...please not my sons!” One of the villagers shouted for the approaching figure to stop going near to his children, he prostrated himself down to the ground and pleaded again, “I beg of you, take what you want from us, but please do not kill my sons!”

“What is it do you believe I want from you? Your beautiful clothing that seem to dissolve very quickly in the flames of explosions, or your elaborate homes that would probably be blown away in a wind storm…” The warrior finally came to a stop in front of the terrified villager, and then continued with a wicked smirk that was known to be the last thing one would see before being engulfed in darkness. “And how could I forget the surplus of non-existent females that I could have at my disposal.”


The villager swallowed hard, he knew that the warrior looking down at him was extremely powerful and probably was of some noble standing, so this planet seemed like a trash heap to what he went home to, but he knew that something had drawn one of the most feared soldiers of the universe to this planet, and that something was no doubt the dragon balls, and as chief of the village he would die to protect them, but he hated having to sacrifice the lives of two young sons. “I understand that we are a people of little means and that of course would be of no interest to you…but please more deaths will not bring you any closer to your goal…” He decided maybe reasoning with him could be of some benefit.

The warrior bent low and grabbed the garment of the Namekian. He leaned into his ear and in a menacing voice, he whispered, “You have no idea how close I am to my goal, you filth.”

The villager’s eyes widened then he screamed the names of his sons, as he exploded in the hands of the villainous soldier, the chief’s sons turned and tried to escape but were pierced by two power beams. Quickly, the rest of the villagers were massacred, and the huts went up in smoke as the warrior searched for the dragon balls that would release him from the tyranny of the emperor.


Dodoria heard screams followed by rapid explosions coming from a nearby village. He grinned and flew down at top speed toward the village, he knew Frieza would no doubt reward him for finding the prince who had caused such problems for them over the last few days. As he came closer to the village, he wrinkled his nose from the stench of burning corpses that rose into his nostrils, the fumes coming from the explosions rose up into his eyes causing him to momentarily loose his sight.

As he brought his hands up to wipe at his eyes, he felt the impact of a foot slam into his back. His body immediately lost control and he plummeted toward the ground. He yelled angrily into the air and finally gained controlled of his body and landed rather gracefully, he swung around and came face to face with his assaulter.

“Vegeta!” He shouted, his pink eyes meeting with piercing black pupils, “Don’t think that you’ll get away with that…” he growled, balling his hands into fists. The prince just stared at him, seemingly bored with the situation.

Dodoria calmed down and took in his surroundings, Vegeta had no doubt just slaughtered an entire village, and he knew that the reason for that were dragon balls. He looked up at him and said “You’ve been quite busy brat prince…” He grinned thinking that he would beat Vegeta within an inch of his life, and he would plead with him to have mercy on him, and then he would tell him where he was hiding the dragon balls.

Frieza will definitely be pleased if he showed up with Vegeta half dead in one arm, and the rest of his precious balls in the other, and then he’d have something to shove in the face of Zarbon. His thoughts were then cut off by kick in the face.

Dodoria grabbed at his face and rubbed it, what did Vegeta think he was doing?! This was the second time he had assaulted him and now he was really beginning to lose his composure. He growled and his eyes darted up, and around him as he searched for the rebellious prince.

Vegeta reappeared behind him and he grabbed both his arms and pulled them from behind, causing pain to rip through his large frame. Dodoria screamed in agony and felt immense power emanating from this Prince’s hands.

“H-how did you get this strong!!?” He screamed and Vegeta drew his arms back more in response. Dodoria feared that in that instant the Prince might rip his arms from his body. He began to plead for his life, begging for Vegeta to release him, but all he heard filling his ears, was a dark chuckle.


In the distance, Zarbon heard an explosion and watched as the energy reading of his fellow comrade was reduced to zero. “Vegeta…” he growled and surged forward through the sky with Ithor travelling at top speed behind him, “You will not get away with this.”