Lollirot

Lollirot chapter six:


Nothing changes your value. It’s always constant, like the number 2; therefore, you are nothing. You can burn and twirl and scream for air, but it won’t change the fact that your legacy has been erased.

It’s cold here, in the darkness, alone. Vegeta huddled up in a fetal position in an imaginary corner that he found in this pitch-black room. He felt the blood on his hands and he knew that he held on to tight and crushed the animal. It covered him and he wished for the chance to be in a coma and never wake up.

Little pinpricks of needles crawled up his arms and down the sides of his back to sting at his legs, making the skin rise. He inhaled deeply, feeling empty. Turning to the left, and then on the right, he sees to little red eyes staring up at him with a Cheshire grin that stretched across the invisible black face. His heart stopped just for a second as he saw the rows of sharp jagged teeth, waiting for him.

Is it real? He wondered if this thing wanted to have a taste of the rabbit blood on his hands, or maybe it wanted his own blood. The prince gazed at it a while longer before noticing the eyes started to disappear and then the mouth, inch by inch, ever so slowly. It disturbed him somewhat that he saw the outline of the creature after it was gone, even if it was darker than the night.

He moved, stretching out his legs, with his bloody hands on the cold ground. Crawling and feeling, he wished for a door that would get him out of this place. Looking ahead, he saw little spots of white, and his heart began to race as if he knew that that was where his freedom lay. Scrambling to his feet, he ran for it, hoping to all the gods he ever knew or wished he did that this wasn’t just a trick his mind was playing on him.

It felt as if he were moving so slow, like his legs wouldn’t move fast enough. It felt as if time had stopped and he knew that he was falling. How, or why, he didn’t know, but he crashed and his head slammed into the tile ground, and that is when he felt the warm liquid flow from his head. And then, he took comfort in the darkness, because he was no longer afraid.

Vegeta came to the waking world feeling a calm sense to the mind. The dream was still fresh, and he remembered the creature with blood red eyes and sharp white teeth. Deep down, he felt alone and helpless like the small animal that he had crushed in the dream.

Pushing the covers off, he stumbled out of bed and made his way to the small bathroom. He spared a glance at himself in the square mirror; his hair was somewhat tousled, like he had been tossing in bed when he was sleeping. His eyes were a little puffy as if he were crying. The prince slouched his shoulders a little, making him look even more tired. Man, he looked like shit, his brain concluded.

Padding over to the shower stall he stepped inside, turning the knob on and over to the hot side. He stood under the pounding spray, kneading out the tense knots in his muscled back. Dipping his head back just a little he soaked his hair. Vegeta groaned a little as he started to feel that throbbing pain right in the middle of his forehead.

Growling slightly, he tried to relax and in his mind he tried to concentrate on the color blue. The prince glanced at the various soft shades of hues that painted the walls of his mind. Beautiful. Silk slid over his fingers to glide up his arms and caress his neck only to cascade down his body, engulfing him in a warm peaceful glow.

Slightly shaking himself, he reverted out of his trance and back into the real world. Flicking the water out of his eyes, he grabbed for the small bottle of shampoo on the built-in ledge of the tub. Lathering the scented liquid in, he ran his fingers through his hair, then rinsed quickly. Grabbing the cheap soap, he didn’t bother using a wash cloth to clean his body. Rinsing the soap off, he turned off the water, pulled the curtain back and napped a towel from the neatly folded ones that were placed on a rack above the toilet.

Sighing, he went out into his room, padding over to the little wooden dresser that contained what little of his wardrobe. Pulling out a pair of jeans and black t-shirt, he turned and jumped slightly at being caught off guard by the sight of Raditz standing in the door frame.

“Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ.” Is all he said before sitting down on the edge of his crappy used mattress.

Raditz smirked and came over to sit by his mate. He leaned forward, rubbing his hands together and his head down. The long-haired Saiyan stayed silent, watching the prince put on his socks and shoes.

“I suppose you have something to tell me?” The brunette guessed from his silence.

“I just got back from my pod, and I talked with Freiza.” He hesitantly explained, rubbing the back of his neck under his hair. “Vegeta, he’s pissed and wants us back there as soon as possible.” Raditz looked at him in despair.

“No fucking way, Raditz. I’m not going back there.” The prince stood.

His subject stood as well, arms gesturing. “Vegeta, please. You and I both know that we are not strong enough to take Frieza’s wrath,” He tried to explain, standing in the prince’s way to force him to listen. “You know what he can do.” Raditz sighed regretfully. “They’re… Freiza… is holding Nappa hostage. They threw him in a cell and are probably torturing him or something.” The older saiyan sighed, sitting down on the bed, with his head in his hands.

“They have… Nappa…” Vegeta stared at him in disbelief. He was one of his best friends, the only one, besides Raditz. Hell, Nappa practically took care of him when he was a cub, when his father couldn’t.

Raditz nodded solemnly, sighing as he knew he didn’t really want to go back, but they had to. For Nappa. They were the only three remaining Saiyans left, well besides Kakarot, but he didn’t want to tell the prince just yet what had happened with that scenario. He watched Vegeta start to pace the room, a look of deep thought written on his face. The dark brows knitted together, forming a scowl.

“Fine. We’ll go. But only to get Nappa, and then… well, we’ll figure that out later.” Vegeta went to the small dresser to pull out a navy blue spandex suit and a pair of white gloves. He doesn’t remember how he got them, but he had to keep them safe from the nurses, or they’d take it away. Padding over to the mini closet, he grabbed the white training boots and the armor chest plate. The prince figures it’d be better to wait and get dressed in his battle suit when they get out of here, or they’ll surly stop him and Raditz on the way back.

“Let’s go.”