writhe

TITLE: Writhe
AUTHOR: Kichi
PAIRING (if applicable): n/a
RATING: R for gore
WARNINGS: Gore, blood, and grossness
NOTES: This fic was originally conceived by Zab Jade. Thanks for letting me use your idea! ;-)
ARCHIVE: www.geocities.com/kichisama666/fanfiction.html
SUMMARY: And explanation for Vegeta\'s fear of worms and \"squirmy things\"
DISCLAIMER: Dragonball Z belongs to AKira Toriyama- who should have had the balls to put smut in his comics so we don\'t have to (damnit i\'m lazy comeon now!)


The planet was ashes at last, but there had been many more casualties than expected. He had been dispatched with several lower ranking fighters. A fact that had aggravated him immensely, but it didn\'t mean he had to look out for them. He was fully expected to leave them to their fate should they fail in their mission. Better they die in battle than at the hands of the Ice-jinn, Frieza, anyway.
But it did mean that he had to take care of everything that they were unable to. Meaning the whole schedule was off and it was taking longer than projected- meaning Frieza would be pissed. And when Frieza was pissed, Vegeta suffered. It would either be humiliation as his punishment, or a beating. Either way, he had pushed himself to destroy everything as quickly as possible. It was true that when Lord Frieza attacked him, his strength always went up once he healed, but he hated nothing more than being at the lizards mercy.
And almost more than that, he detested having to take the verbal abuse of Frieza\'s brain-dead lackeys. That galled him and set a slow burn inside of him. Nothing was more torturous than having that fucking retard Dodoria stutter out an insult and see Frieza\'s black lips curve up in amusement. And they knew it.
He pushed his speed and threw ki blasts at anything that moved. He heard screams below and instantly recognized them as one of his fellow soldiers. He didn\'t want to stop and waste any more time, but he had to have a reason to give Frieza for the losses- and as of yet, he\'d not seen any of the natives fight back, so what the hell was happening?
He landed silently and immediately he spotted Nehmen- a low class soldier writhing in agony on the ground. He made his way over, scanning the area the whole time. He saw Nehmen\'s handiwork everywhere. Charred bodies lay in heaps, as instructed- so what the hell was his problem? Vegeta stopped just inches away from Nehmen, whose screams had died to pitiful moans and whimpers. The man\'s pale pink skin was flaming red and sweat covered every inch. His eyes were screwed shut and he sucked in air through bloodied, clenched teeth. Suddenly, something seemed to be growing rapidly inside him, causing his armor to bulge. Vegeta\'s eyes widened and he took a step back just as something burst
through the expanding abdominal cavity. He leapt back to avoid being hit by Nehmen\'s blood and he heard several of the other soldier\'s internal organs his the ground with a splat.
He squinted in the darkness at the corpse at his feet and gasped as hundreds of glistening black worms poured out of Nehmen. Each body squirmed toward him with astonishing speed and he immediately leapt into the air and fired several blasts down on them. He suddenly gasped in pain as something sharp dug into his leg. He growled in rage as he saw one of the filthy little parasites attached to his leg, he gripped it, his fingers easily crushing the soft, wet body. He shivered at the contact and tried to tug it off only to gasp in pain as he realized that its teeth were firmly imbedded in his flesh. The memory of
Nehmen\'s demise sent a paroxysm of fear through the young Prince. He would NOT die that way! He wrenched the creature off with a hiss of pain, grasped it in both hands, and ripped it in two then tore the head off his leg, biting back a gasp of pain.
\"What, are these things born knocked up?\" he spat as thousands of squirming black things fell out of the creature. It was either a new brood or it\'s entrails. He threw the fat creature to the ground, trying to suppress of shiver of disgust and failing. He glanced down at his leg and saw that the little bastard had taken a small hunk of flesh out of his calf. He scowled as the pain made itself known, but forced himself to ignore it and continue.
He checked for any life on his scouter and saw only that of a few other soldiers. He flew in their direction.


They all stood near their pods, awaiting the rest of the group. Vegeta landed and informed those remaining that the rest of the party had been destroyed. Several nodded as many had seen the death\'s with their own eyes. He also noted that several of those remaining appeared to have been attacked as he had, by the parasitic worms.
Myhren, Nehmen\'s squad leader had lost all but two of his team members, and had been attacked himself. Vegeta eyed each soldier and noted with relief that everyone seemed to be alright.
\"Let\'s get this cluster fuck over with then.\" he snarled and headed toward his pod.

\"I notice that half the crew I sent was destroyed, care to explain Vegeta?\" Frieza asked, his features benign, just barely hiding a gloating smirk.
\"I have no need to make excuses for other\'s failures.\" Vegeta replied, his expression blank.
\"I didn\'t ask for an excuse. I want to know what happened.\" Frieza said, his small black mouth protruding in a pout.
\"Everyone was attacked by.. Worms.\" he muttered. Frieza blinked a moment in surprise before his eyes narrowed in anger.
\"Did you say worms?\"
\"Yes. It just shows how weak and pathetic they all were.\" Vegeta replied, his expression one of barely-veiled amusement. Frieza scowled, his countenance darkening to resemble a demonic child.
\"Get out of my sight, Saiyan trash!\" Frieza hissed. Vegeta turned and walked away, keeping his grin hidden until he was in the hall.

He headed to his room after eating until he couldn\'t swallow another bite. Exhaustion hit him as he walked down the long corridors and he realized that he would finally get to sleep in bed for the first time in months. He was pleased after a fashion, after all he could only take so much sleep in a one-man pod and the gas used to wake him after the long spell of sleep usually left him wired and agitated.
He was far from that state now, he fought to keep his eyes open as he trudged to his room. He almost sighed in relief when he made it to his doors. He stumbled inside and surveyed his room. Everything was exactly as he\'d left it, which was good. He had returned to find everything in complete disarray a few times, and he\'d never heard a thing about who was responsible. He assumed it was Frieza, which meant he could do nothing.
He suddenly gasped as a horrible pain flooded his middle, his arms instinctively wound around his waist as he crashed to his knees. It couldn\'t be.. No! Anything else! He thought wildly as the pain increased. He choked in agony and doubled over, his forehead pressed to the cold floor. A moan tore from his unwilling throat and the pain was just getting worse and worse.
This is it.. I\'m going to die..! he shook his head with a hoarse cry and his aura ignited. He
screamed as it only intensified the pain and the blue wave of light flickered and died. Another moan wrenched from his lips stained with blood and he felt it- something inside him, writhing madly, desperate to escape. He drew his fist back and slammed it into his gut as hard as he could, the blow and the resulting agony robbed him of his breath and he collapsed and lay sprawled out, gasping.
For a moment the pain receded and he lay silently panting for air, his eyes closed. Then it hit with even greater fury and he couldn\'t stop the cries that passed his bloody lips. He tried to get to his knees, but it only caused greater agony, he began to crawl. Near his bed was a long curved knife he\'d taken from the corpse of a soldier who\'d almost killed him during a mission. He tried to hold in his moans as he struggled to draw near. Sweat dripped into his eyes and burned, but it was nothing in comparison to the pain that centered in his abdomen. He finally reached the side of the bed and grasped the knife underneath. He bit his lip to stifle a whimper as he tore his armor off. He saw something making his skin bulge out, like Nehmen\'s. He sucked in a few quick breaths and plunged the knife in. The air hitched in
his lungs as the agony again stole his breath. His breathing grew quick and labored as he hunched forward, he gripped the handle of the blade and pulled it out with a grunt. Blood began to soak his shirt and then he screamed in agony as the little parasites fought each other to escape. They fell out in a horrid gush, some chopped in half or nearly so and they convulsed madly between his legs. For a moment his pain was nearly forgotten as he stared in horror at the mass of convulsing parasites. His breath hitched in his throat and he choked again, reeling from the pain. His face was bleached as he dragged himself to his
feet. The worms began their escape and he raised a shaking hand to blast them, but his ki did not respond. He clutched his wound, his eyes wide with fear as the blood continued to pour out, he had to get to a regen. tank, he was getting dizzy. He stomped a few that lingered near, the sound of their high pitched squeals and the spatter of their unborn and entrails satisfying yet revolting at the same time.
He hobbled to the door, several times, growing dizzy and falling. The pain was incredible but he refused to give vocalization to the agony and each time he stumbled his determination grew, he was NOT going to be killed by fucking worms!
He made it out to the hall, the lights dimmed at night to keep a semblance of routine. The pain was becoming tolerable. He feared it was simply because he was going into shock. He began to stagger down the hall, solely concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other. He wondered briefly if he should attempt to contact Nappa or Radditz. He wondered if they were even onboard. He suddenly tripped over his own feet and crashed to the floor, agony making his head swim. He moaned, the sound far away in his ears and he vaguely noted his blood splattering underneath him. He slowly climbed to his feet, sweating and groaning, took a step and his feet shot out underneath him as he slipped in his blood.
His head hit the ground first and everything went out of focus.

Minutes or hours later- he wasn\'t sure which- he opened his eyes again. He realized with faint surprise that he was still lying in the dim hallway. He tried to get up, but realized with horror that he was too weak to even lift his head. His eyes slid to the right and he moaned as he saw his blood covering the floor. He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
...Nappa.. He cried out mentally.


Nappa was jolted out of sleep by the voice of his Prince, calling for his aid. His eyes shot to the left and right in confusion for a moment before narrowing in annoyance.
\"Stupid dreams..\" he muttered and lie back down.
..Nappa.. Kisama... Get up! ...I\'m fucking dying here! He sat upright with a gasp. That was no dream. He leapt out of bed and ran through the door.


Vegeta felt hands on him and fear shot through him, he tried to strike at whoever dared to touch him while he was sleeping but found to his surprise and growing alarm that he was too weak to even lift his arms. A moan escaped him and whoever was touching him was pulling him to his feet. He moaned helplessly as the movement brought horrible pain. His insides felt as though they were being torn out. He vaguely remembered a knife slamming into his flesh and he gasped, his eyes struggling to open and see if it had really happened. It felt as though it had, he hadn\'t been hurt like this... possibly ever..
Another intense bout of agony sliced through him and he bit his lip, just barely stifling a moan. The pain was tearing at his control, he wanted to die and end the horrible suffering he was forced to endure so often. He was tired of the pain! It would be better than this.. Anything would be better... He felt himself being carried down the hall, each step the person took was causing pain to shoot through him, and as each jolt of pain hit it drew him farther away from reality until he couldn\'t see, hear, or think.


He felt them crawling all over him, cold and black, covered in slime. Their tiny bodies wiggled across his flesh. He shivered, trying to brush them off, but there were only more covering his hands when he drew them back to swipe more away. He gasped and wrung his hands feverishly in an attempt to dislodge them, but hundreds of jolt of pain raced through his body as they all began to sink their teeth into his quivering flesh...
He opened his eyes to deep aqua. He was floating in warmth that cradled his limbs and made him weightless. He sighed as he realized the pain was gone. It had all seemed like a horrible nightmare for awhile there. Had he not the superior strength of his species he would have died like all the rest, he stared hard at his middle and saw the red scar where he had stabbed himself. He might have died anyway if he hadn\'t made a hole for those parasites to escape by. He would have lost too much blood if they had torn their way out. He shivered at the thought and lightly touched the scar. He barely suppressed a wince at the contact. So he wasn\'t completely healed yet.. It mattered little, he felt he could sleep more and the healing bath was more than comfortable. He closed his eyes with a sigh.