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Breaking the Prince (Part 1)	By : Doog Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3090 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Six

           The room was large and empty, its ceiling low with dim lights dotting it sparsely. The walls appeared to be of a similar material to the holding cell used before, darkly metallic and reinforced beyond the usual architectural measures. As was the case with all the spaces previously utilized, there was only one door.
           Vegeta shifted his weight on his bare feet as much as he could, which were cold from being held to the middle of the icy floor. Large metal manacles around each of his ankles held his feet solidly in place a little less than a meter apart, each connected to an anchor in the floor via two short, thick chains. Similar cuffs encircled his wrists, holding his arms spread wide above his head with taut chains to the ceiling. Though he could turn his head, the chains were so tightly drawn that he could not rotate his torso nor draw his limbs towards his body. Covered only in the same tight black shorts and the belt formed by his tail, he had resigned himself to quietly facing the closed door.
           When he'd awoken several hours before, Vegeta had experienced the tell-tale nausea that was always the first clue that he'd been drugged for a long time. Though he didn’t know when he’d been moved to this particular place, his limbs were already strained due to the fact that he'd been hanging with all of his weight on his arms. The sudden change in location was alarming to him. He’d almost grown accustomed to the semblance of routine established by the steady stream of beatings. Change meant that Freeza was probably going to use new methods of torture, and Vegeta knew he could do little to prepare himself for the unknown.
Looking around the room, he had recognized its design as characteristic of some of the more newly-converted planets of Freeza's empire. He had realized with disappointment that he had been transported to an entirely new location, missing a crucial opportunity to escape because he’d been unconscious. Worse, Vegeta now knew with sinking dread that Freeza was not going to let a busy schedule and far-reaching obligations keep him from his new favorite pastime. Furthermore, Vegeta didn't recognize the space as having any practical purpose other than its current use, leading him to contemplate the extent of Freeza's preparations with renewed intimidation. The only thing that didn’t made sense to Vegeta was the way he was now restrained. He was not receiving any sustenance, so it was likely that Freeza would be visiting soon, yet Freeza had never needed him to be restrained for a beating before. They had spent countless hours with nothing between them, Vegeta being tossed around helplessly but refusing to explicitly obey Freeza’s orders. Vegeta suspected that Freeza’s methods were evolving, probably in an attempt to find an unexploited weakness. What now, you fucking bastard? Vegeta was not made to wait much longer before his question was answered.
           The singular door slid open with a loud swish, and out of the flash of hallway beyond it emerged Freeza, riding comfortably in his hover vehicle. Vegeta's eyes narrowed as his mortal enemy drifted into view, but subsequently widened when Freeza was followed by about a dozen armor-clad soldiers of various races. They filed in and came to a stop on either side of Freeza, who hovered in place halfway to where Vegeta remained anchored. Vegeta's expression hardened, his hands clenching tightly with barely-contained rage as he stared at the smiling soldiers confidently flanking Freeza. The door closed with another loud whoosh of cold air.
           "Vegeta," Freeza broke the silence cheerfully. "Please forgive us for making you wait. I trust you enjoyed your journey?"
           "Fuck you," Vegeta sneered. He enjoyed the fearful shock that flashed over each of the soldiers' faces at his unbridled show of contempt. Each of them looked to Freeza, anticipating decisive violence. Seeing this, Vegeta's expression twisted into a bitter smile. Freeza may have brought a little audience to humiliate him, but Vegeta was also one to thrive on the presence of spectators.
           Freeza remained unfazed and the soldiers slowly regained their self-assured attitudes. "My, my, I seem to have left you all by yourself for far too long. You must have forgotten all of your manners," Freeza's voice held mock sadness, but brightened. "But no matter, I have brought some new friends to remind you how to behave." Without taking his eyes off of Vegeta, Freeza gave an unknown silent signal, and the soldiers moved forward.
           Vegeta's eyes held Freeza’s a few seconds longer before they began to move from body to body as the soldiers slowly encircled him. They were grinning, making a show of preparing to fight by cracking their knuckles and punching the palms of their hands. "Kh—," Vegeta contemptuously released air through gritted teeth, waiting for the first one to advance from the ring that formed a couple of meters away.
           One, an alien with pinkish skin and solid black eyes, began to step forward, but stopped when Vegeta's head snapped to face him. Vegeta’s body tensed threateningly, his muscles bulging as he growled in warning. The pink fighter and his comrades stood frozen, a group of beasts hesitating at the sight of a rewarding but dangerous kill. Vegeta tried to twist in the chains to emphasize his threat, but the links did not yield. The bound Saiyajin's inability to move served as encouragement; their intended prey was unusually vulnerable, so the beasts continued their advance.
           Vegeta turned to his other side as another ssoldierwith purple skin covered in yellow spots lunged forward and landed a heavy blow squarely into his stretched abdomen. Vegeta hacked once before the pink soldier joined his comrade, punching Vegeta in the jaw, forcing his head to the side. Vegeta felt more blows connect with his lower back, but he could not turn to see his attackers as more stepped forward to occupy his attention from the front.
           Another punch landed on his face. "I'll kill you all!" Vegeta snapped at them, but his only response was another blow to the head. He flexed his restrained muscles once more in frustration.
           "Go ahead, try," one deep voice jeered. Vegeta’s reply was lost in clenched teeth when one of them stomped on his foot with a heavy boot.
They know about the K.R.I. device. Vegeta’s head rose to flash a wrathful expression in Freeza’s direction. Or at least, they know I can’t fight back.
           "Look, look...he even has a collar! It really suits him, doesn't it?" another asked, pointing at the dark band of metal then jabbing his fists into each of Vegeta’s sides in turn. Vegeta narrowed his eyes as the pain rolled through him. “Looks like we’re too much for pretty boy.” The same soldier’s brutal assault became provoking slaps across Vegeta’s face, forcing the Saiyajin’s focus from the pain back to his antagonist. Vegeta recovered quickly from the insultingly light blows, his outrage at his treatment steadily increasing.
           "How dare you..." Vegeta hissed quietly, seething with anger as different soldiers stepped up to him. "I am the Prince of the Saiyajin...you will pay for this!" Vegeta snarled. Vegeta had long given up on reminding Freeza of such things, but could not restrain himself from proclaiming his high status to these grunts. Another soldier Vegeta couldn't see grabbed his hair to pull and hold his head back until his neck was painfully strained, twisting the grip until some of the strands were being ripped out.
           "You hear that? He's king of the monkeys," the unseen soldier taunted. He laughed, the rest joining in. Vegeta could feel a hand on his tail, and he stiffened with horror as his tail was pulled from his waist and gripped so that it was held straight out from his body. Without the use of ki to protect one of his most vulnerable parts, he could only rely on the basic desensitization conditioning he'd undergone. Still, his body became paralyzed instinctively, his mind consumed with concern for the source of his primal power.
           The punches continued to land on his torso, his muscles unable to tighten protectively while his tail was being gripped so firmly. When his tormentors released both his hair and tail, Vegeta's head rolled forward in time for him to cough up blood, which landed on the floor in dark splatters. There was a pause in the blows, the soldiers taking their time, taking turns. Vegeta's eyes shifted upward to stare forward from under his thick eyebrows. Freeza was sitting back in his seat, silently enjoying the scene before him with delicately interlaced fingers. The sight of Freeza's obvious satisfaction got the best of him.
           "Fight me," Vegeta said it quietly at first, then louder, in a snarl. "Fight me, Freeza! Fight me yourself, you cowardly bastard!" A swift kick into his groin silenced Vegeta, and his legs gave out so that he hung from his wrists. Pain radiated up from the pit of his abdomen, and when it reached his stomach, he was sure he was going to vomit. He dry-heaved once, but he had been starved for so long that nothing came up.
           "You can't talk to Freeza-sama like that!" a soldier moronically reprimanded him as pain finally manifested in his groin, preventing him from taking a breath. A terrible ache settled in the form of a solid knot in his gut, but the brief break he was given from the beating was over. Blows connected with increasing confidence on his face and torso, a few soldiers kicking high enough to stomp Vegeta in the abdomen. Though the soldiers were much weaker than Freeza, their attacks were imprecise, doing more damage without causing as much initial pain. The continuous assault soon overwhelmed Vegeta's unprotected body. Once Vegeta had found his breath again, he roared in pain and frustration, becoming fractious within his bonds. His inability to fight against soldiers that he would have easily torn limb from limb in his previous life was maddening.
           It took Vegeta a moment to realize that the soldiers had stopped. He hung by his arms, his body wanting to curl into a fetal position to alleviate the lingering pain. His breath heaved angrily and blood dripped into both of his eyes, making it difficult to see the soldiers receding from him. He couldn't feel any major broken bones, but it was difficult to distinguish among the individual sources of pain that covered his body.
           "That is all for now," Freeza said, his tone almost bored. The soldiers began to move as though to return to Freeza's side, but Freeza was already lifting a finger in their direction. Without another word, Freeza blasted the soldiers on one side of Vegeta into vapor. The remaining soldiers froze in terror as the sight of their comrades evaporating in a flash of heat, but could do nothing as Freeza then turned his ki to them. Regardless of any knowledge they may have once had about Vegeta’s torture, they were all dead now. Vegeta had no reaction other than to shift his eyes back and forth to the places where the soldiers had been standing before he returned his glare to Freeza, approaching in his hoverchair.
           Freeza stopped just close enough that the top lip of his craft was level with Vegeta's chest. "A bit of a waste, I know," Freeza lamented sarcastically, leaning his head in the direction of where some of the soldiers had disintegrated. Freeza straightened in his seat then leaned forward until his hand neared Vegeta's neck and the collar that encircled it. Vegeta jerked his head forward, snapping his teeth together as if to bite Freeza's hand. Freeza avoided the bared teeth easily, smiling with amusement before moving his hand to the front of Vegeta's face.
           "I suppose I get a bit jealous when I see someone else playing with my—" Freeza let a finger briefly stroke the deep furrow between Vegeta's eyes, "—toy." Vegeta's temper was instantly triggered, and without thought, he released his ki in a blinded rage. The pain and the contraction of all of his muscles instantly cut him off before the ki could manifest around him, but Vegeta still thought he would rip his upper from his lower half. By the time the initial effects subsided, Vegeta was dizzy with anguish. Freeza laughed softly at how Vegeta hung in fatigue, his head now bowed as he was forced to take shallow, shuddering breaths.
           "I would have hoped you could be smarter than that," Freeza said with playful disappointment at Vegeta's repeated mistake. After a pause, he added, "But I know better than to expect intelligence from a Saiyajin, especially one as simple-minded as you." Freeza paused again, as if wondering if Vegeta were listening.
           Vegeta mustered the strength to raise his head enough to glare at him again, hissing, "Eat shit."
           Ignoring this, Freeza continued to ridicule him in a loud voice, as if they still had an audience. "Surely you now understand that you are incapable of controlling yourself? Look at your behavior. You are like a wild animal. I know Saiyajin were mere barbarians shortly before I acquired them, but they must have truly lacked potential for refinement if this is how their prince behaves." Freeza shook his head in chastisement, the purple dome of his head reflecting the lights. Vegeta realized he was barely able to focus his attention on Freeza's face, probably because he was losing blood internally. Freeza seemed to notice Vegeta's wavering expression and smiled.
           "Time to rest, Prince Vegeta. Perhaps you will be more receptive to my lessons tomorrow," Freeza sighed, still smiling as he turned away in his craft to leave. Vegeta watched him disappear through the doorway to be replaced by several medics. They approached with clinical indifference, one holding a small syringe. Though the medics probably had a key that could free him from his restraints, Vegeta knew it was useless to try to overcome them as long as his body was weak and the K.R.I. device was still intact. He remained silent and still as the needle was plunged into one of his arms and the syringe emptied, his world fading to black before he could consider what would come next.

****

           The next time Vegeta opened his eyes, he encountered the same circumstances from what he assumed had been the previous day. He was bound in the same room, in the same way, with the same ache in his arms. It was as if he were reliving the same day over again. Shifting his weight off of his arms and to his legs, Vegeta wearily prepared himself for what might be coming.
           As the passage of time wore down his ability to focus, his mind began to return to the beating from the soldiers. Vegeta felt a transient sense of vengeance at the memory of them burning into nothingness, though he regretted that it had not been by his own hand. Had Freeza actually killed them because he found it displeasing to have anyone but himself inflict pain on Vegeta? Was Freeza just killing off any witnesses because he wanted to keep his torture of Vegeta a secret? It seemed possible. Of all the things that Freeza had found to gloat about, he had never mentioned telling anyone else of Vegeta’s new situation. Vegeta considered the few times that he'd seen the medics that tended him, and realized that he had no way to tell if they were each utilized more than once.
In any case, it seemed odd that Freeza would suddenly relinquish direct control over Vegeta to a group of sloppy nobodies. Vegeta thought about the humiliation Freeza no doubt intended to induce. Taking a bashing and being unable to retaliate had definitely been an insult to Vegeta's pride, but he felt as though there was something more to it. He pictured Freeza watching silently, and it finally struck him.

           It had all been intended to get a reaction out of him: the overconfident peons, the insults, the restrictive restraints. Freeza had received his show, too. Vegeta's fingers clenched in shame at the memory of how he's tried to deter the soldiers, how he'd threatened them and struggled against the manacles. He'd even challenged Freeza and had become so blinded with rage that he'd activated the K.R.I. device. Looking back on how his temper had flared beyond his control, he agreed with Freeza's assessment that he should have long surpassed the mistake of releasing ki. Self-disgust boiled up through him.
           Freeza was always droning on about control, and how Vegeta was unable to rule himself effectively. Though Vegeta was well-versed in suppressing many emotions that distracted him from survival, he had thrived on feelings of anger as a source of empowerment. In regards to his temper, growing up under Freeza's favor hadn't given him many opportunities to learn to exercise control. If needed, he had also always had an outlet for his aggression in the form of an endless supply of conquerable planets. Now he could only wallow in his rage, and Freeza was drawing entertainment from it. The more angry and frustrated Vegeta became, the more it delighted Freeza. The more Vegeta voiced his contempt, the more words Freeza had to use against him. Vegeta wanted to get to Freeza somehow, but was coming to the conclusion that his previous actions had only let Freeza know how much Freeza was getting to him. Vegeta was no longer concerned with demonstrating his hatred for Freeza; he had made that clear enough. Now he was determined to show that he could be more composed than Freeza thought.
It became clear to him how he could do just that and piss Freeza off. The answer was the thing that Freeza was most intolerant of: being ignored. Vegeta realized that his best option was to not react to Freeza or even acknowledge him. Vegeta wondered how well he could actually accomplish this, but decided that his suffering would probably remain the same regardless. He concluded that he might as well not give Freeza the satisfaction of knowing how much he was affecting him.
           There was only a short span of time for Vegeta to imagine Freeza's reaction to his new plan before Freeza returned. Vegeta glanced up at the opening door just long enough to see that it was indeed Freeza who was entering and that he was alone and without his hovercraft. As the tyrant drew closer, Vegeta closed his eyes, assuming an air of unmoving calm. Freeza's steps were light on the barren floor, and stopped closeby. There was a long moment of silence during which Vegeta decided that closing his eyes may have been an unnecessary measure, but his stubborn nature overcame the temptation to reopen them.

           "Good morning, Vegeta. I see you are still resting. Have you not been getting enough sleep lately?" The words swam in mock pity. Freeza paused once more, expectant. "I really must be overworking you if you do not even have an impertinent greeting for me," Freeza's voice took on an edge of disgust and Vegeta felt an open hand connect with his face, sending it to the side with a sharp jerk. His eyes flew open at the impact, but he kept his head turned, staring at the bare wall with as much stoicism as he could summon. There was another long, uneventful moment, during which Vegeta imagined Freeza's confusion.
           "It seems you have finally learned some manners," Freeza continued with an impressed tone. "Perhaps you have accepted that you are as useless as everyone has always known you to be...have you finally acknowledged your place?" Vegeta remained unresponsive: no hateful comebacks, no growling, and no looks of disdain.
           Slowly, Freeza moved until he was blocking Vegeta's line of sight, at which point Vegeta turned his head to the other side without a word, wondering how long the tyrant’s patience would last. Freeza moved to the front of Vegeta again, this time his hand shooting up with undetectable speed to grab either side of Vegeta's face to force it to turn forward. Vegeta's eyes narrowed slightly at the feeling of Freeza's fingers crushing into the bones of his face, but he managed to avert his eyes to the side enough to avoid making eye contact. Vegeta then felt Freeza's other hand dragging its claws down his torso, starting just below his neck and applying pressure in a straight line toward the waist of his shorts. The black points dug increasingly deeper along the way, until they were slicing thick gashes into Vegeta's abdomen. The marks did not bleed, however, as Freeza let his fingertips spark with hot ki, instantly cauterizing the flesh as it was cut. Vegeta ground his teeth and his muscles tightened, but he kept his mouth closed, only grunting through his nose once as Freeza pulled his attacking hand away. Vegeta could tell out of the corner of his eye that Freeza's expression was changing, that his eyebrows were rising in interest before he released Vegeta's face. Vegeta simply turned his head away again, jaw set hard. Freeza remained silent, observing. Vegeta could sense that Freeza was immediately taking note of the stark change in his behavior.
           Then Freeza did the last thing that Vegeta imagined that he would do. Freeza turned without further comment and walked straight towards the exit. Vegeta's eyes turned in their sockets to watch Freeza's back recede and disappear through the door. It was not until Freeza was out of sight that Vegeta turned his head to face forward again, his expression slackening in shock at the abrupt exit. Of all the times that Freeza had come to visit him, Freeza had never left without spending a substantial amount of time dealing extensive damage, usually accompanied by generous doses of verbal abuse. When Freeza did not return immediately, as Vegeta partially expected, he began to feel a small swell of accomplishment. Not fun to play with someone who doesn't play back, is it? he thought tauntingly. As much as he wanted to savor any victory, Vegeta only let himself feel this way for a moment, knowing that there was probably a reason for Freeza's early retreat.
When it was clear that Freeza would not be returning any time soon, Vegeta used his small achievement to motivate himself to try to break the K.R.I. device. Though it was worse in some ways than what Freeza inflicted, Vegeta encouraged himself with the notion that he was at least the one controlling when and to what extent the device was being activated. He even tried to liken the pain to what he'd experienced in battle, even though he knew it was not going to make him any stronger the way his fighting always had. For the first time in a long time, Vegeta felt a renewed hope that he would eventually break free of the K.R.I. device and that he could handle whatever Freeza had in store until then.

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           Vegeta snapped awake. He had just finished with a long, frustrating session of fighting the K.R.I device before some medics had entered the large room. It seemed like only seconds ago that he had been injected with an anesthetic agent and blacked out, but that was impossible in light of his new situation.
Within one alarming instant, Vegeta realized that he was lying with his chest secured against a smooth, cold surface, but that he was also on his knees, which initially puzzled him. He tried to use his arms to push himself up, but found that they were restrained behind him. By quickly raising and turning his head to glance around, Vegeta found that he was in what could have been the same room, but the only lighting was in a ring directly above him. The lights from the low ceiling created a spotlight around him, making it impossible to see into the darkness almost directly encircling him. Vegeta could also see that he was off of the ground on a metal platform of some sort, maybe about a meter or so high.
The shape of the platform explained his odd body position. It seemed to have two levels: his bent legs were held firmly and slightly apart to the lower portion, while his chest was strapped down to the higher portion so that his upper legs and torso formed a ninety degree angle. His arms were enclosed in straps behind his back in a box shape, with each hand holding the bicep of the opposite arm. Upon shifting around, Vegeta found that he was barely able to move; he could lift his shoulders a couple of centimeters and lift and turn his head, but nothing more. There were even straps holding his thighs to the vertical surface connecting the two levels of the platform. In fact, there was so little room between his body and the surfaces it was held against that his tail had no way to coil around his waist. Instead, Vegeta settled with holding it tightly along his right leg in a way that felt unnatural to him.
           After testing his bindings a few more times, Vegeta let his forehead rest on the part of the metallic surface that extended just beyond his torso. What next? How long have I been out? Based on the lack of pain where Freeza had clawed him, there had been enough time to heal him. It was disconcerting that he was bound so restrictively; it appeared that Freeza's plans were becoming increasingly imaginative. It was an eerie feeling being helpless in what felt like a large, open space and being unable to see more than a meter in any direction. Vegeta's ears strained for any noise: doors opening, footsteps, or even breathing, but there was nothing but the sounds of softly circulating air. Stay calm, Vegeta coached himself, trying to find his solid resolve again. No matter what happened once Freeza returned, Vegeta felt determined to stick to his plan of ignoring him.
           Some time passed, during which Vegeta shifted the weight of his head between the sides of his face and his forehead. After more time passed Vegeta turned his head once more and nearly jumped in surprise at the sight of Freeza, standing with only the front half of his body out of the shadows. How long has he been here? Vegeta felt a chill briefly shoot up his bare back at the thought of Freeza silently staring at him. Afraid that his surprised expression had already betrayed him, Vegeta turned to face downward again, turning away from Freeza's deeply shadowed smile.
           Vegeta could sense rather than hear Freeza draw nearer, but remained still in anticipation of some new form of torture. Freeza took his time, approaching Vegeta's head first then simply standing as if lost in contemplation. Vegeta tried to keep his focus on anything besides Freeza’s imposing presence. He also tried to keep his thoughts from Freeza’s intentions: It doesn't matter what he does, because it will soon be over, just like it always is. He'll lose interest. He'll go away.
           Without breaking the silence, Freeza reached out a hand and held it a few centimeters above the space between Vegeta's shoulder blades. The movement created a small wave of cool air, causing Vegeta to stiffen in anticipation to a degree that he hoped was undetectable. He held his breath, forcing his concentration to the view of the smooth surface beneath his face. Freeza brought his hand down to Vegeta's tense flesh, but simply let the smooth pads of his fingertips carelessly draw circles on the spot as he spoke.
           "Quite frankly, Vegeta, I am pleased that you have decided to play your little game with me," Freeza stated nonchalantly as his fingers wandered upward to Vegeta's collar, then to the short hairs at the top of Vegeta's neck. Vegeta's skin crawled but he tried not to cringe. "I think it will make this process much more interesting, do you not agree?" Vegeta couldn't ignore Freeza entirely because of the lazy way the fingers were slowly dancing down his spine, but he still didn't reply. Apparently, his intentions had been entirely clear to Freeza, but he couldn’t back out now.
           "Still not in the mood to chat, hmm?" Freeza laughed quietly to himself, the tips of his black claws now grazing the middle of Vegeta's back, causing the muscle there to twitch at the irritating sensation. Vegeta held his arms still, clenching his hands around them. Freeza was walking along the side of Vegeta now, his hand following the mounds and dips created by Vegeta's developed muscles.
           "I must warn you, Vegeta...playing a game with me, you will always lose." Vegeta could hear Freeza's smug expression.
Vegeta's mind began to race again. What was the point of containing his rage if his efforts to do so were just as entertaining to Freeza? No, fuck him, he's just trying to make a fool of you again, Vegeta reasoned. He was trying to remain collected but the light stimulation was making the hairs all over his body stand on end. Vegeta felt as though he had to use untapped reservoirs of energy to focus his mind away from the disturbing sensation of the slight, unpredictable touches. Freeza's fingers continued idly, passing over the bound forearms until they came to a stop at the waistband of Vegeta's black shorts.
           "Did you hear me, Vegeta? You will always lose," Freeza repeated himself, seeming to draw some secret entertainment from his own words. Vegeta's brow privately furrowed at Freeza's lingering hand, then his eyes widened as heavy dread hit him; Freeza's hand had moved lower, to the small hole in his shorts from which his tail was protruding.
           Before Vegeta could even try to subdue the panic that was overtaking him, Freeza had swiftly grabbed the base of Vegeta's tail in one hand and snatched the tip of it in the other. The tail was held, bristling, between the two pale hands, stretched so that it could only twist slightly, futilely. The pressure of Freeza's grip affected the rest of Vegeta's body in a wave, incapacitating each muscle until it was as though he were locked in place. Vegeta couldn't breathe, let alone think, as Freeza began to wind the tail around the hand holding the base until all but the tip of the tail was tightly coiled in Freeza’s grasp. The motion of the twisting was enough to make Vegeta want to vomit or cry out, but he willed himself to suffer silently while his muscles remained strained but still.
           "Now then, do you feel like having a conversation with me now?" Freeza chirped, but his only response was Vegeta's quietly shaking form.
Vegeta was repeating one mantra in his head: Give him nothing.
"Pity," Freeza lamented gleefully. He immediately took the tip of the unruly tail between the thumb and index fingers of both hands and snapped the small segment of bone hidden beneath the brown fur.
           Vegeta's jaw dropped and he gasped silently, a lightening bolt of pain wracking through his vulnerable body. His head jerked upward slightly, but remained facing forward. After half a minute, Vegeta began to breathe again, but it was shallow panting.
           "Are you having fun yet, Vegeta? It is alright, you can tell me," Freeza flicked the broken tip once, making Vegeta's back spasm in response. "Still nothing to say? I suppose you are in luck as usual...you have so many more opportunities," Freeza laughed, allowing another portion of Vegeta's tail to unwrap from his hand. Vegeta's hands were digging painfully into his arms, drawing blood as he anticipated Freeza's next move. Freeza took his time, making a point of palpating the length of the small vertebra before cracking it into two even pieces. This time Vegeta had to suppress a pained cry behind gritted teeth.
           "What was that, Vegeta? I could not hear you clearly." Freeza didn't wait for the pain of the second break to subside before he took the third segment and used his free hand to crush the bone by simply pinching it swiftly.
           "Kh—," Vegeta bit his lip and could instantly taste blood as he fought through the sensations of the injury to remain silent. He was panting faster, his straining muscles erupting in small, painful convulsions. The pain from the once-dexterous end of his tail continued to erupt in sharp bursts, and every second that passed brought a renewed struggle to accept it.
           "My apologies, you were still unclear." Freeza let the broken portion of the tail hang lifelessly as he uncoiled more. Vegeta could feel Freeza close his entire hand to crush the next two segments at once, breaking each in several places. Vegeta choked back a growl of anguish, but could not keep his head from turning to the side. His eyes locked onto Freeza's hand as it freed more of his tail by pulling on the broken end until new segments were exposed. Vegeta was a helpless observer as one of Freeza's finger tips spark with a small accumulation of ki, which was momentarily applied to the next vertebra, instantly severing the bone without cutting much of the flesh around it. Vegeta could feel sweat break out over the entire surface of his body. His heart was pounding so loudly in his ears that he almost couldn't hear what Freeza was saying.
           "Hmm...Now which one was that? I am sure you have been keeping count, but it is so difficult with these bones being so little," Freeza sighed. Feeling the pull of a gaze, Vegeta's eyes rolled up to Freeza’s face and froze, locked in place by the sharp pupils. "That was number six. If my medics have counted correctly, you have twenty-two caudal vertebrae. What does that leave us, Vegeta?" Freeza paused, his vicious eyes boring into Vegeta's, which were now half-closed and becoming clouded with pain. Vegeta had no response; not speaking was easy enough because the pain made it nearly impossible to focus enough to formulate words. Not crying out, however, was proving to be extremely difficult. "You are incapable of simple math? I suppose you Saiyajin were never good for anything but carrying out orders," Freeza scoffed. "That leaves sixteen." Freeza snapped the next segment without looking away. "Fifteen." Vegeta's body began to revolt, thrashing in the bondage. His head turned away from the graphic sight of his tail being methodically broken, his forehead slamming and then grinding into the surface below. The platform was wet with his sweat, which was now rolling down the sides of his body and dripping off.
           "What is interesting," Freeza was speaking again, "is that I can not tell which method is most painful to you." Freeza used ki to disintegrate the middle of another segment, causing Vegeta to growl without opening his mouth. Without letting any time elapse, Freeza then snapped the next segment, observing as Vegeta squirmed once more and began to cough and choke when the anguish made him accidentally inhale some of his saliva.
           "You see? So difficult to compare the two," Freeza scolded, running his hand down the broken length a few times for added effect. He allowed Vegeta to groan quietly to himself and pant in agonized silence for a few minutes before continuing.
           "You know, Vegeta, I am very interested to know what you are feeling right now. If you tell me, I might stop this. I might give you a chance." Freeza was still stroking the fur that laid over the shattered remnants of the end of Vegeta's tail.
Vegeta could only hear his mind repeating Fuck you over and over again, and simply hoped that he was not saying it aloud.
           "Still stupidly prideful, I see," Freeza spat, and started breaking the segments in quick succession, snapping them as quickly as he was unwinding them. Vegeta twisted, his eyes wide open but seeing nothing, knowing nothing but the hot agony. The totality of his sensations, his only connection with the physical world, had become pain. Everything else dropped away. He was no longer in his body. He had no body; there was only pain.
           Vegeta suddenly realized that Freeza was standing in front of him, holding his head up by his hair as he repeatedly slapped then backhanded him across the face. When Freeza saw that Vegeta's eyes were focusing once more, he stopped the assault and let Vegeta's head drop to land heavily on his chin. "Now that you are with us again..." Freeza walked behind Vegeta once more. Vegeta could still feel a burning sensation throughout his body but had forgotten what had been happening until Freeza once more seized his tail and continued his torment. "You will soon be out of opportunities to please me, Vegeta," Freeza announced before pinching another piece of bone in two. Vegeta stifled a scream, the realization of where he was and what was happening returning in a terrible instant.
           "Still holding back all of those pathetic cries, Vegeta? Are you afraid that if you open your mouth that you will beg me for mercy? Is that why you are trying to be quiet?" Freeza laughed, twisting a section of tail in his hand until Vegeta could feel its ligaments tear. Vegeta held his breath again. It was too much. He was sure he was going to black out again. For what, though? So that Freeza could revive him again? Vegeta was beginning to panic. He could feel his handle on reality begin to slip. It just had to stop, but it wasn’t. Freeza was stroking Vegeta's lower back with a hand again, his voice dropped into a soothing whisper.
           "I know it hurts, Vegeta. Let me help you. Let me make you better. Only I can help you...accept that I am in control." Freeza paused, still running a cold hand along Vegeta's spine. "Tell me that you will obey," Freeza cooed. Vegeta's turbulent thoughts were only agitated by the sudden lightness of Freeza's attentions, and he stared down hopelessly at the smears of blood on the platform where he'd ground his forehead into it too hard.
           It's only more games...he'll never stop, Vegeta thought, his immediate suffering making it difficult to see beyond the hopelessness of his current situation to his aspirations of escape. Vegeta was in silent thought for too long, however, so Freeza continued his work on Vegeta's tail.
           Vegeta had long lost count of how many vertebrae had been abused, especially since there was no way of telling how many had been crushed while he’d been unconscious. The remaining destruction of his tail was a blur, which Vegeta was miraculously able to endure with little more than a few grunts and swallowed keening noises. The torture was so cumulative that it was several minutes of heavy breathing before Vegeta realized that Freeza had completed the task of breaking every segment. Vegeta could feel his tail hanging off of his back, parts of it kinked in unnatural directions. Even the weight of it hanging freely was enough to keep him on edge.
           Freeza walked to Vegeta's front, sticking his fingers deep into the hair at the top of Vegeta's head and twisting his grip until Vegeta was facing him. Freeza leaned down slightly to stare directly into Vegeta's half-lidded, distant eyes. The scrapes on Vegeta's forehead oozed thick lines of blood down the side of his face to meet with the lines running down from where he had bitten his lip. "Does the prince have anything to say for himself?" Freeza pondered out loud, staring gloatingly down at his victim.
           Vegeta contemplated Freeza’s question wearily. Freeza's triumphant expression filled his vision, sending him into dismayed confusion. Hadn't he won? Vegeta had not spoken once, even though Freeza had tried to trick and coerce him several times into showing some form of weakness. Yes, Freeza had slowly inflicted intense pain on him; Vegeta hadn't been able to do anything to stop that from happening. Regardless, Vegeta hadn't cried out or glared at Freeza, but Freeza was still acting as though he had completely gotten the best of him. A wave of pure hatred overwhelmed all physical sensation or alternate thought, and so he did the only thing that he could.
           Vegeta spat directly into Freeza's face, a thick gob of bloody saliva landing squarely on Freeza's cheek. The victorious expression instantly disappeared. Though it had been his own doing, Vegeta was completely shocked. Freeza stood up straight, throwing Vegeta's head aside. Vegeta looked up to see Freeza staring into the palm of the hand he'd just used to wipe himself, his face still sprayed with flecks of blood and saliva. The pale purple and pink features twisted in disgust, Freeza's nose wrinkling and his lips sneering in disdain. Vegeta shocked himself once more as he was overcome with the sight of Freeza letting his confident demeanor slip.
           Vegeta began to laugh. It was soft at first, difficult and pained like his uneasy breathing, but it soon became loud and unrestrained. This is how it feels to be crazy, he thought suddenly, but this only made him laugh harder. Freeza’s eyes leapt from his hand to Vegeta’s face, baring his teeth in insulted rage. Vegeta couldn't stop himself even as Freeza angrily stomped back to his tail, but was finally cut off when Freeza took the broken appendage in both hands and began to vigorously twist and roll it into a compressed ball. Vegeta was once more plunged into consuming agony, but it wasn't seconds before he escaped by blacking out.
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Breaking the Prince (Part 1)