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Full Spectrum

By Ginia

Part 7

A Price To Pay

When the cabin door was finally unlocked, Vegeta wasted no time
pulling the door open and moving into the hall.
He was determined to get out of that room and to put as much space as
possible between himself and Bulma. If the only way to do that was by going
through Brietoth�s lab again, then, that was what he would do.

Stepping into the corridor, he found Brietoth leaning casually
against the bulkhead nearby waiting for him. �My, my� you seem to be in a
hurry� going somewhere in particular?� asked a relaxed and confident
Brietoth.

Vegeta snorted his own question in reply, �Where are your
guards?�

�Somehow I doubt they�ll be needed. Were you planning on
being difficult, Vegeta?�

Vegeta scowled and closed the cabin door behind him; �You
don�t need to keep her here anymore. You don�t need either of them. Let them
go.�

Brietoth smiled, sauntering towards Vegeta, �Why Vegeta! I
wouldn�t dream of breaking up your family. Don�t you want to stay with your
little mate? You certainly wanted her company just a little while ago.�

As Brietoth approached, Vegeta growled, backing down the hall a
few steps in revulsion before he stopped himself. Brietoth smiled openly at his
reaction, this time she had no interest in touching Vegeta and simply stepped
into the space he had left to lock the cabin door once again.

�I believe your family will remain my guests for just a
little while longer. If you behave and continue to remember your manners then
perhaps that will change in the near future.� Signaling for Vegeta to follow,
Brietoth continued speaking as she moved down the hall. �Now what shall I do
with you? You have obviously rejected the quarters assigned to you and there
truly are no other private quarters that are appropriate� I�m afraid that
the only room left in which to place you is in the observation area of my
lab.�

Vegeta growled low in his throat as he stalked along behind the
commander, who was seemingly unconcerned by venom radiating off her companion.
�The cabin there is totally lacking privacy of course � if you recall your
first visit to my lab on Frieza�s flagship, you may remember staying in a room
without visible walls. I have a similar arrangement here for the study of my
subjects. So, if you are certain you won�t stay with the human woman�?�

�No.� Vegeta clearly remembered the quarters he had
temporarily occupied as a child and he began to picture all the ways that
Brietoth would eventually be made to suffer for what he had been put through �
both now and in the past.

�Very well then, Prince Vegeta,� Brietoth stopped before a
wide double door, �My lab is through here.�

* * * * * * * * *

Vegeta preceded Brietoth through the doors into the lab, his
black glare lowered as he continued to visualize the details of his revenge. A
soft, sharp sound drew his attention to the being already in the room. Startled
eyes met angry ones as Vegeta advanced a few more steps into the room. The mousy
little man before him slapped his hand down on the console where he had been
working and began to back away from the intruder in his lab.

Strident sirens met Brietoth as she stepped into the room
scarce seconds behind Vegeta. She smiled at the sight of her subordinate�s
discomfort at being unexpectedly faced with the Prince of Saiyans. Brietoth
stepped around Vegeta, who had stopped and now stood with arms crossed and his
feet braced wide, to smirk at the disturbed man.

�Really Amberge, someone might think you�d never seen a
Saiyan before,� chuckled Brietoth.

�Commander! This was most unexpected,� declared Amberge.
�Shall I assume then, that the Saiyan is here for co-operative study?� he
asked excitedly, approaching Vegeta to better inspect him.

Amberge circled Vegeta, examining him from all sides.
Vegeta�s scowl returned at this sudden change in the man�s attitude. He had
enjoyed seeing the man�s fear, but now the foolish man was looking at him with
about as much fear as one might show to a lab rat.

�Amberge?� queried the commander with a laugh. �Perhaps
you could do something about these alarms?� Several armed crewmen had already
arrived in the doorway, held at bay by Brietoth�s upraised hand.

�Oh! Of course... � Returning to the console Amberge keyed
in the �all clear� and the alarms quieted at once. �My apologies
Commander,� murmured the researcher, �but I wasn�t expecting to see the
Saiyan walk into the lab this evening. The only conscious Saiyan I�ve had the
opportunity to examine was the infant this aft---�

�What did you do to the brat?� growled Vegeta, from his new
position in front of Amberge, the man�s throat held tightly in his grasp.
Vegeta�s strength and speed were nowhere near normal but at least he had
managed this maneuver without hesitation.

�Vegeta!� said Brietoth sharply, approaching to stand
beside the angry Saiyan. �Do you need another demonstration regarding the
consequences of this type of behavior so soon?� All traces of amusement were
gone from her voice and her smoky gray eyes snapped in annoyance. Vegeta glanced
toward Brietoth; his deep growl never ceased as he shoved Amberge across the
room then turned his back on both of them.

�Actually,� began Brietoth as if nothing violent had just
occurred. �It could hardly be called �co-operative� study when the subject
has no idea as to the purpose of the research�� She paused as if expecting
Vegeta to ask the obvious question but getting no response from him she
continued.

�Vegeta, I want to make you stronger.�

* * * * * * * * *

The tension that had moments before been held firmly below the
surface was suddenly obvious in the play of muscles across Vegeta�s back as he
fought to hold his position and keep the questions of �Why� and �How�
from escaping his lips. Brietoth watched his discomfort grow as she let the
silence lengthen a few seconds longer before speaking once more.

�Naturally, that�s not the exclusive goal of my
research � but it is the one I thought you would be the most interested
in. What? No curiosity?� Brietoth stood with her hands on her hips a
calculating smile on her cruel lips as she waited for a response.

�I�m listening,� stated Vegeta coldly as he could,
turning stiffly to face Brietoth once more.

�Very well then, listen to this,� Brietoth paced as she
spoke. Amberge�s posture and expression reflected his obvious enthusiasm for
the project as the commander continued her lecture. �Observation has shown
that a Saiyan displays increases in strength following the recovery from injury.
The more severe the injury � the greater the jump in power. My theory is that
this increase of strength is a response to specific stresses
within the Saiyan tissue caused by the injury and not an actual
result of the physical trauma associated with the injury.

�I believe I can simulate such stress without actually
inflicting the matching trauma. These intense stresses generated within the
various tissues will no doubt be quite painful but since the actual destruction
of tissue will be limited, recovery between sessions should be quite rapid. You
will be able to increase your strength as never before � and in a fraction of
the time previously required!

�Well, Vegeta?� demanded Brietoth, her tone changing from
enthusiastic scientist to patronizing captor as she paused before Vegeta.
�Surely you see now how my research will help you? Wouldn�t the results be
worth whatever small discomforts might be necessary in order to achieve that
goal?"

�� Vegeta huffed an angry breath, his initial
interest over shadowed by outrage at her condescending tone. �Bitch! I don�t
need you, or anyone else, to �help� me become stronger!�

Changing her tactic, Brietoth approached Vegeta. �Can
you honestly say that my offer doesn�t appeal to you?� whispered Brietoth
enticingly. �You, who from your first day on Frieza�s flagship, expressed
the single-minded goal of becoming stronger? To be the strongest? I can
give you that�and more.� The strange scent of the woman was suddenly
overpowering as she drew near Vegeta, a predatory gleam to her eyes.

�You disgust me,� growled Vegeta stepping back,
unconsciously slipping into a battle stance as he almost gagged on the stench
surrounding her.

�Really? Hmm� It seems that you don�t care for my scent.
How disappointing,� smirked Brietoth. �Most males find the aroma of this
species' females quite intriguing. Perhaps you need a bit more
encouragement��

Vegeta suddenly stood straight, then stumbled back from the
commander, a look of shock and horror on his normally impassive face.

�Had you forgotten so quickly, Sweet Prince?� chuckled
Brietoth, as she slowly approached Vegeta. �You are mine and your every
physical response belongs to me.� Vegeta retreated before her advance, his
breath escaping as a groan, as a burning need sprang hotly to life within his
loins.

�Get out of my head, bitch!� growled shakily as he bumped
into the wall, further retreat blocked.

Brietoth laughed at Vegeta�s refusal but her mirth was cut
short as arms wrapped around her waist from behind. �Commander�� groaned
Amberge, as he pulled the woman back to firmly press against his own aching
need. His hands roamed desperately over her body, his face buried in her hair to
capture more of her delectable scent.

�Amberge! You idiot! Release me!!� snapped Brietoth. Caught
off guard, she briefly pushed at his invasive hands. Following that brief moment
of surprise, she simply ignored Amberge�s activities, as she calmly began to
search her lab coat pockets. As her hand closed around a small spray canister
kept within one deep pocket, her glance passed over Vegeta, then returned to
study the sight before her.

Vegeta stood with his forearms pressed to the wall and his
fingers clawing against the smooth surface. His wide-eyed was gaze locked onto
her body, tracking the motion of Amberge�s hands as they groped the woman in
his arms. His ragged pants for breath showed just how disturbed his control was.

Brietoth smiled and began to move her hands and body
provocatively, further teasing Vegeta�s senses. Just as he licked his dry
lips, she spoke in a soft sensual voice, �See something you like, Vegeta?�
His gaze snapped to her face briefly before he turned his face away, his eyes
tightly shut.

�Well, if you�re not going to watch, then I suppose there
is no benefit in allowing this fool to continue his fumbling.� Lifting the
canister near Amberge�s face, she gave a short spray of its contents. The hiss
of the dispenser drew Vegeta�s eyes again to the pair before him, just as
Brietoth lightly stepped away from Amberge�s frozen form.

"C-Commander� I-I wasn�t prepared�I would n
-never�� stuttered Amberge as he sank to his knees, his head in his hands.
�Forgive me, p-please.... I have been lax in following the proper precautions
� �

�That was quite obvious, imbecile! Now be silent!� Brietoth
interrupted him. Turning her back on the humiliated man, she again approached
Vegeta. �My top men must, of course, have protection from the full effect of
my scent. Events such as that,� gesturing towards Amberge, �should never
have occurred. But� perhaps it wasn�t a complete waste after all.�

When Brietoth stopped, she stood so close to Vegeta that they
shared the same air with each breath. The Saiyan held his ebony gaze locked to
the smoky gray eyes before him as his hands clenched into fists at his side. His
concentration was focused on his hatred of those eyes and not the soft body so
close to his own demanding one. His aching need pressed prominently against his
only garment. His bare chest was sweaty and heaving as he fought to control his
desire.

�Was it pleasing to you, Vegeta? Did you find it exciting,
seeing his hands on me, caressing me?� she whispered. Closing the small
distance between them, she brushed her clothed body teasingly against the
muscular form before her.

Vegeta shuddered, closing his eyes and slowly raising his hands
to grip the woman�s hips, holding her in place so that their bodies continued
to barely touch one another.

�Take what you want�� murmured Brietoth, her lips
brushing Vegeta�s as she spoke.

�What I want?� rasped Vegeta. �You make me
burn with need and you think that makes me want you?� His grip
on her body never altered but he slowly moved her away from him. �I am no
animal, Bitch. I decide what I want and when I will have it, not you.�

As Vegeta held her at arm�s length Brietoth�s face darkened
with fury. �Is that so, little Prince? Perhaps later we shall put that
statement to the test.� She spun away from Vegeta�s grasp, and snapped to
Amberge, �But for now, take this creature and see that he�s properly
situated in the observation chamber. Provide him with suitable clothing and
whatever else he needs.�

Turning her gaze back to Vegeta, she announced, �I�m
finished with you, for the moment, but make sure you�re ready to work in the
morning. The first thing you�ll be doing is raising your power to it�s
maximum so that your base energy level can be recorded and your progress
charted. Then, Vegeta, you will experience pain, as you never have before. Sleep
well � if you can.�

As she exited the room Brietoth finally released the control
she had been exerting on Vegeta. As Amberge watched with amazement, the Saiyan
took a deep, if shaky, breath and stood away from the wall.

�Where am I to bathe? I want to wash her stink off of me.�

* * * * * * * * *

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Full Spectrum

By Ginia

Part 7A Price To Pay

Part 7

A Price To Pay