Name: Pandorahomerus

Title: The Symphony of Pain

Part: 3,4,5

Series: Dragonball Z

Category: dark, taboo, abuse, graphic, series, sick-twisted

Subcategory: amine

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: Vegeta/Frieza

Warnings: rape scene, male/male

E-mail: pandorahomerus@hotmail.com

Site: http://geocities.com/pandorahomerus/HOUSE_OF_VEGETA_A1.html

Short summerary of what is happening here:

When Vegeta matures, his relentless mentor Frieza discovers his hidden feeling for the young prince. However, the feelings are far from mutual. With the help of Zarbon, the icejin schemes an evil plan to bring the proud Saiyan to his knees. Frieza's dark obsession for vegeta will ultimately lead to a horrific act and will scar the young prince for the rest of his life.

Part 1: The Symphony of Pain

Capsule Corp.

Present day

It was a hot and humid evening, with only the slightest of breeze entering her bedroom. Pale moonlight penetrated through the thin curtains and illuminated her newfound lover's harsh features. She traced with her soft hand over his chest that rose calmly and rhythmically with his breathing. Her prince looked into her sky blue eyes, how peaceful and innocent they were. If one's eyes are the mirror of one's soul, he was sure that the woman that had just mated with him, that blue haired shrew that have been arguing and fighting with him ever since he stepped foot into her home, was indeed a Good Person, someone he should be able to trust. He raised his ungloved hand and brushed a lost lock of blue hair from her forehead. He traced with his fingers over her rosy cheeks, following the lines of her chin. They lingered as they reached her warm moist lips, which were as delicate as rose pedals. Although he wouldn't admit it now and will probably never admit it either; this weak earthling with tiny muscles and a neglectable powerlevel had stolen his heart. He had not been able to care about anyone for a long time, and this rediscovered feeling of compassion that might be even called love, was confusing for the tired prince. Confusing, but also strangely reassuring. This one night together with her was enough to still his hatred and cast out his demons. He knew that they all would return in the morning, but as long as she was lying there in his arms; caressing him, caring for him and loving him, it would be all right. And as long he was able to sense her close, able to show his weakness to her and be able to trust her, he would never be afraid to be alone again. He had never known such peace of mind.

She laid herself beside him, wrapping one arm over his broad chest and buried her nose into his neck. Bulma took a deep breath to feed her hungry senses with the warrior's scent; an aroma that was thick, musky and warm. She kissed him there, and tasted his scent. It was sweet and salty at the same time and reminded her of her own tears. As she traced with her lips down his flesh, she noticed a long scar, running from her lover's collarbone to the little hollow right above his sternum. Curious about what she had found, she ran her finger across the scar, following every turn and every bend.

"Where did you got this from Vegeta? Did you got it from a battle for some God-forsaken planet or did you just fall off your bike when you were little?"

Bulma smiled naughtily, the scar was probably a reminder of a long won battle from ages ago, but she knew how her Saiyan prince loved to boost about his achievements on the battlefield, she wanted to humor him by giving him the opportunity to talk about it for what would be hours. However, her lover didn't react as she expected he would. The expression on her prince's face hardened as his eyes turned cold.

"I didn't got that one from a battle, although I wish I did . . . I don't want to talk about it!"

An uneasy silence fell between them, She tried to calm her lover by caressing the healed wound, stroking it lovingly with her fingers, but he reacted aggressively, grabbing her hand to stop her and pushed her arm away.

"I don't want you to tough me there! I'm not getting my greedy hands on your scars am I?"

She was shocked with his sudden outburst of unreasonable anger. Still her own pride, fierce and almost as undefeatable as that of her would-be lifetime mate, made her respond to him in a loud and angry voice.

"What the hell got into you? I was just asking about it so you can bore me to death with your stupid battle stories! If you don't want to speak about that silly scar of yours, fine! But don't start shouting at me cause I'm not used to be shout at in my own house!!"

Vegeta sneered at her, he jumped out of bed and started looking for his clothes. Bulma couldn't believe this man's rudeness, instead of talking this argument out and apologizing to her for his behavior such as Yamcha would have done, the rude bastard was leaving!! Did those space aliens never thought this so-called prince how to treat a lady?

"Wait Vegeta! Where do you think you're going?"

"You're obviously having one of those screw attacks of yours. I'm going back to my room so I can at least have a decent night sleep."

"You can't just leave in the middle of an argument!"

"Watch me."

"You can't go! Don't you care about my feelings at all?"

The Saiyan prince remained silent while he was putting on one of his boots, his mate stared at him, trying to make eyecontact. But he kept his eyes down, evading her, denying her very presence. Bulma eyes stung with tears, why was this man that she started to care for so much so cold to her?

"You're impossible Vegeta! You hear me! What do think that I am, a hooker of or something? That you can just dump me after one night of pleasure?! You SUCK Vegeta! You're even worse than Yamcha, at least he knew how to care about anybody else's feelings!"

"Then go sleep with him then! I knew this wouldn't last for long anyway.."

He left the room and slammed the door shut. She kept staring at the closed door, as she was expecting him to rush into her room and return into her arms again in any moment. But she knew that he wouldn't. His pride wouldn't allow him to. And as the first of her salted tears started to fall, she was afraid that this was the end of their tender love.

2.

 New Blood joins this world

And quickly he's subdued

Through constant pained disgrace

This young man learns their rules

"STOP THAT ZARBON! I COMMAND YOU!!"

The young prince closed his eyes in horror as the blue monster grabbed him and started crushing his head between his gigantic hands. It hurt like hell and he could hear his own skull creaking under the enormous pressure. Sticky drops of blood started to drip out of his nose and ears.

"I'm gonna squeeze all the life out of ya you rotten stinking piece of monkey shit! You bloody loudmouth!!"

"ZARBON!!!"

Frieza fired a beam, as fast as it was powerful. It passed by Zarbon, missing him by an inch. The warrior turned monster was bewildered, and turned to stare back at his furiated master, his hands still tightened around their prisoner's head.

"Let him go Zarbon, don't go so far that I have to eliminate you."

Frieza's voice sounded calm, but Zarbon could sense his master's growing discontent. This was his final warning, one more wrong movement that displeased him would mean lights out for the young warrior. He let go of the broken prince reluctantly. Before he stepped away from him, he whispered a last threat into his ear.

"You're lucky today you little monkey boy, but next time master Frieza won't be around, and then BHAMMM!"

Zarbon made a punching gesture, as if he was hitting his imaginary victim with all his might. A mad smile appeared on his face as sneered at him.

"I'll crush you like an insect Vegeta!"

"ZARBON!"

The blue monster started to shrink back to it's original form, the bulging in Zarbon's armor vanished, his skin softened and his hair, although not longer braided, became straight and shiny again. Finally, the young warrior's handsome features returned. Zarbon became once more the slender built youth that had stolen his master's cold and darkened heart. However, Zarbon's hadn't recovered from his emotional breakdown yet. A thousand questions ran through his troubled mind, but his trembling voice was only able to vocalize one.

"But WHY master Frieza?!!"

"Because I demand it!"

The ruthless tyrant seemed to be calm and untouched, although his loyal subject's distress was effecting him more then he would possibly allow himself to admit. He wished he could calm down his lover, that he could reassure him that his emotions towards Vegeta were no threat to their relationship.

"Zabon, pleas stop this foolish display. Our Saiyan prince here is for us both to enjoy. I just don't want you to harm him before I can get my share of pleasure from abusing him, that's all. The traitorous weakling means nothing to me. Can you understand that?"

Frieza was lying; his longing for Vegeta was more then a desire of the flesh. But explaining it right now to Zarbon was of no use. His insincere words seemed however to have the right effect on the young warrior. Zarbon's tense posture relaxed a bit and the hurt that was showing in his eyes slowly dimmed. He sighed deeply.

"Very well master Frieza, if it's your wish to let Vegeta live, then I shall obey."

"Very good Zarbon. Now we've finally sorted out this nasty dispute, let us turn our attention to our royal guest shall we? We have already let him wait for far too long..."

Vegeta was still resting on his restrains with his whole body weight. Zarbon's last attack had left him in a pitiful state. He had been injured in battles before, but the combination of unhealed wounds, fresh wounds and the lack of ki to recover were absolutely life threatening for the young prince. The pain in his neck and temples were hellish. He almost wished that Frieza was right and that his injuries would indeed kill him, but his cursed Saiyan body was too strong and could even withstand these tortures. He saw with hooded eyes his hated nemesis approach again, wearing a wicked smile on his black lips. Cold fingers held his chin in an iron grip and lifted his head to face two piercing eyes. Those same cold eyes that had been staring at him since his childhood, watching him, and observing him, waiting for him to make a mistake that will seal him doom. The tyrant's smile widened, his upper lip pulled back to reveal his black teeth as he hissed his hot breath into Vegeta's ear.

"I apologize for my servant's brute behavior, although I think you must have been a VERY bad monkey to make Zarbon react like that. My young friend here is usually mister serenity himself."

A hot, stinging sensation as the lizard alien scraped his long black nails across Vegeta's bare skin. A red line appeared, as it ran from the tip of his chin to the right collarbone. It didn't hurt that much, but the sensation of Frieza's tough was enough to bring shivers down the prisoner's spine. Vegeta couldn't help it. For such a long time the brave Saiyan prince had masked his fear for his race's conqueror with hatred, with pride and the growing darkness that was the evil inside him. But now, stripped from these strong emotions and drained weak from his powers, the thick wall of the protecting castle that he built so carefully to shield him from his pain collapsed. All that was left behind was the cold numbing sensation of fear for this great evil.

Frieza sensed his fear, and loved it.

"Finally trembling for my might Vegeta? Oh my, that I could live to see this day! How remarkable! What happened tot hat stubborn Saiyan pride of yours?"

(I can't let him find out that I am . . . I am afraid of him. I can't show him how weak I've become. If I do, I will never be able to face my father again.) Vegeta focussed his mind, gathering what was left of his broken spirit inside him. The fire that had been extinguished so violently was refueled again with long lost memories of all the humiliations he had suffered by the hands of this tyrant and the pain and suffering that he had caused. The chained hands of the fallen prince clenched into fists as with the last of his remaining strength he was able to raise his head to face his tormentor, his lips pulled into that familiar confident smirk.

"You must have sensed it wrong Frieza! I don't know fear for you, only deep buried hatred and the burning desire to eliminate you!"

Frieza furrowed his brows in disapproval, his disappointment for the prince's quick emotional recovery only badly concealed.

"Tisk tisk, chained like a dog and still you can't stop going on with your rambling about how you're going to finish me off. Foolish dreams Vegeta, nothing but foolish dreams . . . "

Frieza turned away from the young prince and gazed back at his servants.

"Dodoria, bring me the special toy I've made for our beautiful but rude prisoner. I think it's time to teach him some discipline.

Dodoria grinned like a grotesque jack-o-lantern. He handed his master a silver colored whip. Frieza ran his finger over the tool, which base was long and thick, ending in a flexible thin tail. The cold tyrant grinned sadistically.

"I'm afraid that your behavior has earned you some harsh punishments Vegeta. I didn't raise you to be disrespectful towards me!"

A sudden change in the tyrants features as they hardened like ice. With a smooth and almost elegant movement, he raised the whip high above his head, letting the flexible end fall back over his shoulders like a dead serpent.

His grin widened, and for a moment all that the tortured prince could see was that grin, that stood out in the dark like an insane death-smile of a floating white skull.

"SCREAM FOR ME MY SWEET PRINCE!!!"

The whip cut through the cold air with sweeping noise before it exploded on Vegeta's broad chest. He held in his breath as the cold metal scarred his flesh. Then the burning sensation that paralyzed his entire body. Vegeta wanted to cry out in pain, but forced himself to remain silent. He didn't want Frieza to enjoy his suffering. A second blow exploded on his chest. The fallen prince arched his back and struggled in is restrains, as if his body tried to escape from the pain. He managed once again to hold in his cries as he bit hard on his lower lip and clenched his eyes closed. The silence of his prisoner angered Frieza and he increased the strength with which he administrated the blows. The whip came down on Vegeta's chest a third, a fourth and a fifth time with increasing strength, and each blow more powerful then the last. Hot red welts that were formed by the first impacts burst open and crimson colored blood oozed out of the wounds. The sixth blow cut trough the opened wounds like rusty razorblades cutting trough thin paper. Vegeta could no longer hold in his cries. He started screaming out of total agony. Frieza listened to Vegeta's cries and felt strangely aroused. He continued whipping his prisoner, twenty, thirty lashes more, while transpiration was dripping down his round chin. His body was raised into a state of ecstasy as he drank the sweet nectar of his victim's suffering hungrily. There was no rational reason for his behavior, for his desire to hurt Vegeta. All the cold tyrant could do was following the will of the dark sadistic demon that had been lurking inside him ever since he had laid eyes on the Sayian prince.

"GOOD VEGETA! Your cries sound like sweet music in my ears!! KEEP IT UP!! SCREAM FOR ME YOU LITTLE BITCH!!!"

And the fallen prince obeyed the sadistic tyrant reluctantly; he screamed out his pain till his lungs were burning and he ran out of air. He screamed till he forgot about the reason why and he was reduced to wriggling worm, bathing in it's own blood. He screamed till he thought he had lost his mind.

Then, finally, the lashing ceased and the tortured prisoner fell silent, his sore and blooded body sagged forward and hung heavily on its restrains. He kept his eyes closed to block out this nightmare out of his consciousness, knowing that he was only fooling himself and that this terrible presence is as real as the burning pain. Suddenly, a cold hand seized his limp member. His breath stocked as he felt Frieza's tough, and he uttered a shriek in surprise and fear. He felt the tyrant's lips tough his left earlobe. A wet tongue slipped into his ear groove like a cool scaly serpent. It surprised Vegeta that every part of Frieza's body was so cold, while his breath was as hot as the desert air.

"Didn't you like that my sweet pet? I know I enjoyed it immensely . . . "

His grip around Vegeta's member tightened as it slowly slipped downwards. His tough was firm, but gentle, and Vegeta felt his cheeks flush with hot blood as the tyrant's hand reached his cockhead and started squeezing gently, cupping his sex with his cool and damp hand palm.

"But maybe it's time to stop thinking about myself and take care of your needs my sweet prince. Come on . . . let me hear you scream again Vegeta! Let me teach you to enjoy the pleasure of pain . . . "

"No! Don't do this . . . ."

Vegeta words were cut down as Frieza increased the pressure on his member, enough to cause a slight sensation of pain. Vegeta arched his back like a cat, his eyes closed while his cheeks flushed pink and his mouth opened with his beautiful lips forming a delicate O. Then Frieza's hand relaxed again, and started caressing his stiffening shaft in an almost lovingly way. The sensation was strange but overwhelming, like cold ice sousing brushed skin. Frieza's caressing increased in speed, his skillful fingers administrating pain and pleasure to the now rock hard member. Vegeta's mind went blank, he threw his head back in his neck as his body was washed over and over again with waves of powerful sensations. His confused mind could no longer separate the pain from pleasure and within minutes he found himself lost in a fogged dream, while his sex was dripping wet and begging for release.

Frieza enjoyed his prince's submissiveness. He clinched his fingers into his cockhead, digging his nails deep into the flesh. A deep moan escaped from Vegeta's attractive mouth. The cold tyrant grinned as he realized that his prisoner was reluctantly starting to enjoy this.

"That's right my pet, treasure this feeling! Pain is a sensation as strong as pleasure. Learn to enjoy it like a good little bitch. Learn to beg for it!"

"No, please stop this . . . Stop this..."

With his free hand, Frieza grabbed the tortured prince by his spiky hair and pushed his black lips on his warm mouth violently to stop his rambling. He forced his cold tongue deep down his throat, and tasted his victim's fear. A muffled scream escaped from Vegeta's lips as Frieza bit off a piece of his prisoner's tongue. Warm blood filled the tyrant's mouth. Never had Frieza tasted such sweet and addictive fluid. He drank Vegeta's blood eagerly, feeding himself on his helpless victim. He then pushed his prisoner away from him, gasping for air while he wiped some blood from the corner of his black lips. His other hand released his prisoner's rock hard member.

Vegeta was still lost in a wet dream like state, his demanding member twitched achingly and begged to be toughed. A strange pleading sound escaped his lips, it sounded weak and pitiful, it was a sound that the hardened and evil Vegeta would never be able to allow himself to make, wouldn't even be able to comprehend. But now, the fallen prince was able to produce these sounds, and he understood very well why he was making them. His body hungered for release. He was begging, he was pleading like a little bitch for Frieza to let him come. He moaned softly as he twisted uneasily in his restrains. For some strange reason, the taste of his own blood had aroused him even more and his whole sore body was screaming to be fucked. With great effort, he spread his legs further apart while tilting his pelvis slightly upwards, as if he unconsciously was trying to invite his tormentors to take him. His whole mind was occupied with this need, but still, a small voice that was all that was left from his shattered pride spoke to him from the deepest corners of his mind in which it was buried.

(What are you doing? Are you nuts?!! You're acting like you're Frieza's whore!! How can you ever face your father after all this? HOW CAN YOU EVER FACE YOURSELF?!!)

Vegeta swallowed a cry as he finally realized what he was doing. Tears stung in his eyes as he thought of how Frieza had reduced him into this animal like state. How could he let himself slide down to this level? He wouldn't allow them to take advantage of him, although he was no longer strong enough to fight them, he will try. He will not let Frieza succeed to warp his mind. As he clenched his hands into fist in determination, a leg was pushed between his tights. Vegeta tried to close his legs again but it was already to late. With brute force, Frieza pushed his cold cock against Vegeta's groin, and the tyrant moaned as he felt his prisoner's warm soft flesh against his member. Vegeta could hear his tormentor breathing increasing while a hand slide trough his black hair. His caress was as gently as a lover's tough.

"Very good Vegeta, although you've always been a fast student. Now my sweet pet, are you ready to be taken like the little wet whore you are? Say you like it Vegeta! Beg for it!!"

No!! Let me go Frieza!! I don't enjoy this!! Get off of me!! Let me go . . . "

 Part 4: Power

1.

No!! Let me go Frieza!! I don't enjoy this!! Get off of me!! Let me go . . . "

With no effort at all, the tyrant broke Vegeta's ankle chains and lifted both his legs over his slender shoulders. The captured prince struggled to free himself from the monster's grip, he kicked and wrapped his tail around Frieza's neck in an effort to pull him away, but it was of no use. Frieza slammed his knee into Vegeta's tailbase, and for a moment a sharp pain clawed his way trough his entire body as he heard some of the fragile bones snap like dry firewood. A cry escaped Vegeta's mouth. Frieza grinned as he stared back at his prisoner, his face shiny with sweat and flush red with excitement.

"Bad Monkey! Now stop trying to resist me! You know it's useless, don't make this more painful than it's already going to be."

The tyrant positioned his groin just in front of Vegeta's buttocks and as he pushed his stiff lubricated member between his victim's ass cheeks, tears of anger and frustration started to welt in Vegeta's eyes. He didn't dare to open them for he felt so humiliated that he couldn't face his tormentor any longer. Frieza breathed heavily as he freed both his hands and with brute force opened the Saiyan prince dry entrance. Vegeta screamed as he felt Frieza's hand being pushed inside, tearing the flesh around his sphincter. More blood started to flow and while Vegeta's cries of torment filled the cold throne room, the intoxicated tyrant lost himself in the warmth that was radiating from his victim broken body.

"Vegeta, your blood..your sweat . . . .you smell so GOOD . . . "

Frieza threw his head back in ecstasy as he finally thrush his firm throbbing member into the prince's bleeding entrance. His lid was met with an incredible amount of heat, more then he had ever known in his life. His victim was hot, he was burning like the fires of the inferno. This was far better then having Zarbon, much - much better . . .

A primitive roar escaped from Frieza's lips as it was his turn to become out of breath. He filled his burning lungs with air as he started to thrust deeper into Vegeta's warmth, his senses hungry for more. Vegeta's body started to shake with each propulsion his assaulter produced, while the pain increased till it became almost unbearable. Tears, that had been held back with so much effort started to fall, and his breath caught while he tried to deal with the agony and the sorrow at the same time. Finally, the tyrant came inside him with a ragged roar while releasing his sperm. A cold, almost freezing sensation filled Vegeta's belly, the thought of his nemesis climaxing inside him made him sick to the stomach and he had to suppress a violent convulsion of nausea that came over him. Frieza let go of his broken victim, and Vegeta's legs fell limp beside his violated body. He hung there, with his arms still chained to the cold stone wall, his body shivering and his cheeks wet with what it seemed an endless stream of tears. A sticky liquid, which was a mix of sperm and blood, dripped from his rectum down his legs and formed poodles on the floor. The Saiyan prince felt so terrible, so powerless, so violated, so DIRTY . . .

(Frieza . . . if there was any reason to hate you in the past, it's nothing compared to what kind of hatred I feel towards you right now!! What you've done to me . . . It's unforgivable!!!! I'm going to DESTROY you Frieza!!! Only for this you sick and twisted pervert should die wickedly and burn in the fires of hell for eternity!!!).

A too familiar touch made the prince open his eyes as Frieza once again forced his chin up with his firm grip. The cold tyrant smiled almost lovingly at him, and there was a weird serene expression on his face. It was almost as the ever-demanding ruler was content and had finally found his peace in torturing him . . .

"My prince . . . .that was remarkable! . . . I've never known such pleasure in my entire life! My sweet - sweet prince . . . "

Frieza was still trying to catch his breath, as he leaned over to him and whispered into his ear, soft enough to make the message inaudible to Zarbon and Dodoria. He stroke through his prisoner's damp hair. His touch was disturbingly gentle.

"You know Vegeta . . . .I've never felt like this towards anyone before. Not even Zarbon. You're unique Vegeta! You're unique and so very beautiful. You must be the most adorable creature that had ever been created in the whole of the universe. Ohh, if you could only understand my desire, my longing for you. Your body, your lips, your deep dark eyes . . . ."

vegeta shivered as Frieza placed a soft kiss on his damp fore head.

"Your tears . . . your strength, your sorrow, your anger, your pain . . . ."

A slender finger traced the wetness that came from salted tears across Vegeta's warm cheeks. Frieza touched him so tenderly, that it was as if the cold tyrant was trying to comfort him, wiping away his tears.

"I can't fight my feelings any longer my sweet prince...I want you Vegeta! This is how it ever had intended to be, ever since you've come into my life, we were destined for each other! Your MINE my prince, your body . . . "

Vegeta gasped for air as Frieza penetrated his rectum with two cold fingers and dig his nails into his wounded flesh . . .

"And your soul . . . "

Vegeta froze as Frieza opened his mouth and licked with his tongue the tears from his face. He moved gracefully like a cat drinking milk from a saucer. Frieza licked his lips and stared back at him, the taste of his lover still in his mouth. As he looked into Vegeta's eyes, he saw what he had hoped for; the fire, the burning hatred that had kept the Saiyan prince sane by giving his whole life existence a purpose had dimmed. All there was left was an emptiness, a dark void of a mind that had lost all hope and reason to exist. A mind that could be easily warped and altered to his liking. A mind that could be thought to love him past the cold hard surface of his soul.

Frieza smiled a smile so warm and content, that it made his ugly features almost handsome. He purred like a cat.

"Vegeta . . . I don't know how to say this . . . but I love you . . . I've always have. Please tell me that you can feel for me, that you're capable to love me as I love you . . . ."

The tyrant gazed into Vegeta's eyes, waiting for his reply while his cold heart was filled with hope. His prisoner stared back at his, his facial expression as blank as a piece of white paper. Then, suddenly, there was the faintest of a sparkle in his tired eyes. It was there only for a fraction of time, but it lit the dark eyes like a comet in the night's sky.

A smirk appeared on Vegeta's face as he swallowed his dry throat and replied to him.

"This is the MOST ridiculous thing I've EVER heard in my life! You want me to love the creature, the worm, the MONSTER that I hate the most in the entire universe!!??? HA!!! Why Frieza, you must have lost your FUCKING mind!!! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME!! I SWEAR ON MY FATHER'S NAME AND MY OWN GRAVE!!!"

Frieza's face became even whiter then it usually was. His eyes grew wide as the words of the Sayian prince entered his consciousness and shattered his dreams one by one. His lips started to tremble, as he couldn't believe what just had happened. Vegeta, his subject, his SLAVE, had rejected him. He had opened his soul to him and all he did was rewarding his honesty with mockery and repulsion.

"V-Vegeta!! HOW DARE YOU!!"

Frieza's face flushed red with anger and humiliation as his prince threw his head back and started to laugh madly, his honing deep voice echoing through the vast chamber. Frieza couldn't stand it and pushed his hands against his ears to block out the haunting sound.

"STOP IT! I COMMAND YOU VEGETA! STOP IT!!! STOP IT!!!"

But Vegeta just couldn't even if he wanted to. This whole situation, his fate, even his whole life seemed nothing more than a big sadistic joke to him. He realized that he would not life to see another day, there was no chance the sadistic tyrant would let him live now he had openly humiliated him so deeply in front of his two henchmen. All he ever fought for was in vain; his hard training to increase his powerlevels, his endless scheming to bring Frieza to his fall, his life that he had thrown away by being constantly consumed by hatred and his hunger for revenge. But he didn't care any longer. If this was the last night of his life, if this is how twisted fate had planned it for him to end, he would make sure that he would at least enjoy these last moments.

Frieza could no longer stand Vegeta's laughter, it tore holes in his soul and stuck daggers in his heart. He clenched his fists till his knuckles showed white and bit on his underlip.

"I SAID STOP IT VEGETA!! STOP THIS IF YOU KNOW WHAT"S GOOD FOR YOU!!"

But the laugher continued as a terrible reminder of his lover's rejection for his feelings. Frieza seized Vegeta's neck and started strangling him, he was be able to kill himin his blind fury. Tears stung in the tyrant's eyes.

"WHY Vegeta!? Why do you force me to do this to you!??? I've bared my soul to you! Does this mean NOTHING to you!!?? How can you reject me? ME?!! The most powerful being in the universe, the ruler of the galaxy?!! Where do you find the GUTS to reject me you worthless MONKEY!!"

Vegeta's laughter ceased as he started to suffocate under Frieza's deadly embrace. His lungs burnt and he gasped for air.

"Answer me Vegeta!!?? Why can't you love me??!! I've raised you!! I took care of you!! I gave you the power to strike fear and destruction among your enemies!! All that you are now you owe it to me!! You are nothing without me!! Nothing!!"

Vegeta's eyes started to roll back in it sockets. His head felt light and his struggle to breathe weakened while his visions started to black out.

"I HATE YOU VEGETA!! I hate you for not understanding me!! I hate you for hating me!! "

Frieza's presence started to fade, so were the room, the cold and the pain. Everything distanced from Vegeta's very existence. He felt lost but at ease, like he was being wrapped into a weightless a cocoon. Nothing could ham him anymore. He eventually lost consciousness and his head sacked forward with his eyes still open. Frieza released him from his deadly grip and stared at his victim, in shock and convinced he had killed his beloved prince. With a trembling finger he touched his arm to sense his ki, and relief washed over him as he still could detect his life energy struggling to remain inside his body. Frieza sighed, his breath pushed out of his lungs in shocks, while his body trembled with emotions.

"Z-Zarbon."

"Yes master Frieza."

The blue warrior had been observing the whole scene with increasing anger and concern about his master. He stepped towards him, wanted to comfort him, but didn't dare to do so. He knew that his master had lied to him when he said that he felt nothing for Vegeta. His master loved the faul creature and this broke his heart, but what hurts him more is to see his love so painfully rejected. Fury flashed in his yellow eyes as he looked at Vegeta. That ungrateful worm!! How he loathed him for carelessly throwing away the very thing that he himself desired so much but couldn't get . . .

Frieza's voice, sounding tired and beaten, stopped the unconscious stream of angry rambling in the young warrior's mind.

"I want you to take him my loyal servant. Vegeta is yours."

Zarbon couldn't believe his ears.

"I-I beg you pardon sir, but did you say . . . "

"Yes Zarbon! I said that I'm leaving Vegeta at your mercy! You can do whatever you like to do to him, as long as you keep him alive. You may humiliate him, you may rape him, and you may torture him till he's hanging to life on no more then a thin thread, but DON'T YOU KILL HIM! If Vegeta loses his life in your hands, I will have you eliminated.."

Frieza turned his head to face his young servant, his eyes were cold and soulless like that of a reptile.

"You can let Dodoria join if you can tolerate him. Just remember what I've said about the killing. I won't make any exceptions."

With a mixture of hatred and sadness on his relentless face, the tyrant stared at his prince unconscious body.

(Damm you Vegeta!! Damm you for forcing me to do this to you!! It could have been so perfect! If you've had submitted yourself to me, if only you had accepted my love, I would have given you anything! I would have shared my powers and the entire universe with you. You would have been revered by millions and only inferior to one. You've ruined it now!! You've ruined everything you stupid ignorant monkey that you are!! And now, I'll have to discipline you. You have to suffer for my humiliation! I hope this will finally teach you to surrender to me . . . You must Vegeta . . . .You must surrender. I don't want to break you . . . I don't want to seal your doom.)

Frieza crouched down beside the fallen prince and gently, he laid his hand on his blooded chest. The cold tyrant transferred some of his energy, barely enough to sustain a ki blast, into Vegeta's body. It would not be enough for the prince to withhold the horrors that lay installed for him, but it would be enough to keep him alive through his next ordeals. Frieza sighed as he gently caressed his reluctant lover's face one last time. He then raise and walked away from him without looking back.

"You two will have till dawn. By then, I want Vegeta broken and crawling before my feet."

2.

Capsule  Corp.

Present day

Vegeta was back in the capsule Corp's guestroom, it was one of the many in the vast complex but this was the only one he had considered his own. He stood in front of the mirror Bulma had hung on the wall to allow him to what she called making himself presentable before he showed himself to the rest of the world. He personally didn't give a rat's ass about how these earthlings regarded him, but Bulma had always tried to open him up to their culture; a culture that includes combing your hair when you wake up in the morning, clipping your toenails when they are starting to make holes in your socks and cutting your noise hairs before they grow out of your nostrils in thick bushes. A smile appeared on his face as he thought of the time that Bulma had tried to brush down his spiky hair in an attempt to create a more acceptable hairdo. It took her the whole morning, two combs, one hairbrush and six cans of super-fix hair spray to tame his wild bush. Just as soon as she was finished, he carelessly stepped one foot outside into the rain and the whole thing jumped back into its original form. Bulma was outraged, he remembered her being flushed red with anger and her eyes shot daggers at him. However, the strange thing was that although she had been shouting and screaming, blaming him for ruining all of her efforts, the whole memory of that occasion struck him as being a pleasant one. It was that beautiful face of hers, those sky blue eyes and her bewitching smile that seemed to be burned into his memory. It was also her tenderness and her care, her very presence that made his life on this useless mud ball of a planet so much more bearable. Never had he known anyone-else besides his father that had truly loved him so unconditionally as she did and the very thought of her filled his numbed and cold heart with such warmth that it melted away the ice on the cold surface of his frozen emotions. He realized that it was her who made him live again, and that his heart would die if he lost her. But maybe . . . it's better for her if he indeed lost her. It maybe better for them both . . .

His hand slipped down the collar of his suit, with trembling fingers he searched for the scar that marked him for life. He found it, and he traced it path, following every bend and every turn, just like Bulma had done before. Memories, which he had so anxiously tried to bury in the deepest pits of his mind surfaced like swollen corpses on their watery graves.

- I want you to remember this night Vegeta -

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm his senses, but the disturbing memories kept flooding into his mind.

-This scar will remind you of me for the rest of your life-

Images of Frieza flashed before his eyes, causing cold shivers to run over his entire body while his breathing became loud and shallow. In his troubled mind, he could hear the cold tyrant's voice speak to him from out of his tomb..

- I curse you -

(I can't stay with her! However much I want to keep her by my side, it's just impossible! Not with all these nightmares haunting me . . . )

- I curse you Vegeta -

 (I can't tell her . . . . . . ..I just can't tell her what happened to me. She doesn't deserve a share of my demons! She is still so innocent and pure, I want to protect her from them . . . )

 - And you'll stay alone for the rest of your miserable existence. Forever . . . -

 Vegeta opened his eyes and noticed that his cheeks were damp. He had cried and he felt as if a knife was stabbed into his frozen heart with the very thought of having to leave Capsule Corp. for good.

Part 5: What may come of violence

1.

Capsule Corp.

Present day

The serenity of night was still in the air as Vegeta opened his bedroom window and stared outside into an almost alien landscape. Trees were mere dark shadows of whispering ghosts and stood with their black foliage out of a darkblue sky. Streetlights cast their beams on the pavement, creating mysterious patterns of scattered light while early birds started to sing. A new day was dawning and the prince closed his eyes while he filled his lungs with the fresh morning air. In his gloved hands he held a small parcel containing the very few belongings he had acquired during a lifetime of wandering from planet to planet. Most of them were mementos of worlds long pillaged and destroyed by him and his Saiyan companions; a crystal fragment that reflected all the nuances of the blue spectrum which once belonged to a king of an alien race, a rare black pearl robed out of the hands of a dying merchant, who valued his fortune more then his own life, a teardrop shaped diamond given to him by a warrior soulmate, someone who could even be considered as a friend, with whom he had lost track long ago in the vast emptiness of space.

As a member of royalty and being brought up in the wealth and the decadence of a monarch's palace, Vegeta could truly appreciate the beauty of rare and exotic treasures. However, these jewelry he owned were also reminders of his violent and turbulent life. Every piece he possessed was stained with the blood and tears of millions of his victims. Vegeta used to admire these treasures, regarding them as gruesome trophies reminding him of numerous victorious battles, each of them holding a memory of the destructive powers of the once glorious Saiyan race. He used to be so proud of the devastation and sorrow he created. But now, the deeper meanings these treasures once held had disappeared, and all that was left was the guilt that stained their shiny surfaces. To Vegeta, they had little to no value any longer. Except for the tearshaped diamond and his father royal emblem, none of these riches were important to him. They belonged to a sad and indifferent man who died on Namek by the hands of his life time nemesis. At first he wanted to leave them here at capsule Corp, as a token of appreciation for the Brief's family hospitality, but then he realized that he didn't want Bulma to touch these haunted pieces so he finally decided to take them with him. Better not to leave a trace of his violent past to stain the hands of the innocent. One day, the bitter Saiyan prince would eventually find the courage to bury these together with the restless ghosts of their rightful owners. But for now, he had to carry them together with the weight of his own growing remorse.

There was only one object he left behind from which he truly wished he could take with him. It was a picture of Bulma and him snapped by misses Brief last spring in a moment of lowered sentry on his part. He looked somewhat angrily surprised in the photo, but Bulma was holding his arm and was making rabbit's ears above his head in a flare of benevolent mischief. Although he had sneered nasty comments at her and her mother once the picture had been developed, he was actually very fond of it. It was one of the rare moments in his life that was truly blissful, and in this thin piece of paper, that rare moment was captured and saved forever. It would be the first momento that held the memory of a pleasant time in his collection that otherwise solely represented death, mayhem, hate and sorrow. But just as the very person that was the cause of these lively moments, he had to leave it behind.

2. Inside Frieza's spaceship, the dark corridors of the vast complex were filled with the cries of torture and caused the cold tyrant who was responsible for it's victim's agony to quiver and clench his hands in distress. Frieza sat on his large skull shaped throne, his body tensed and his face hidden behind a dark mask of denial.

(Stupid monkey! You had this coming to you with your arrogance and disloyalty! I shouldn't be feeling sorry for you at all!)

But it pained him to hear the young Saiyan prince who he had raised and formed to his own image to suffer so deeply. Frieza could first not understand the feeling that kept nagging at him in silence, telling him to stop Dodoria's and Zarbon's assaults in oder for his aching heart to find peace. The emotion was new to him, and wriggled like pale flesh eating larvae trough his soul, betraying his cruel and compassionless nature. It was his conscience. He didn't even know he had one before it was awakened by his apprentice's misery.

(That's just great, I'm getting weak because of my sympathy towards a pathetic domesticated monkey that would just love to blast my head off my shoulders if he got the chance! Way to go for an deity-like ruler of a vast intergalactic empire!)

He winced as the cries that had died down for a while returned with a vengeance and stabbed him right into his frozen heart. He couldn't take this any longer. Vegeta's agony was driving him insane instead of giving him any sense of achievement.

Perhaps he cared more for the insolent fool than he had thought. He raised his hand and launched a blast on the throne room entrance, his beam collide with the supporting pillar, causing the whole structure to collapse. As stone, plaster and wood rained down, the doorway was obstructed by the debris, blocking out the haunting cries from his ear's reach. Frieza stared at the destruction that must shield him from his soul finding mercy. He had shown his weakness to the hostile Saiyan before . . . ., and had been heavily punished for it. He wouldn't allow himself to make the same mistake again. As he was left alone in the silence of isolation that he had created himself, his haunted mind reconstructed every moment in the past in which his precious prince had suffered by his own hands; how he used to punish him for his disobedience as a unruly child, how he crushed his pride when he was a rebellious adolescent, how he raped the proud warrior and desecrated his honor . . . . The devastating words of the fallen prince repeated himself in his recollection like a bad record stuck on a needle. The meaning of each of them burnt holes in his pitch-black soul. As Vegeta was suffering by the hands of the cold tyrant's soldiers, so was Frieza himself tortured in his own created version of hell.

3. The light of the nearby burning star touched his damp and battered cheeks and caressed his closed eyelids with its warmth and comfort. The wounded warrior stirred awake and was immediately captured by the red horned beast of pain. It ripped through his spine with its sharp claws, reminding him that his ribs were broken and that they were penetrating his organs, stabbing the life out of him with each vital breath he took. He coughed up a cloth of dark blood that trickled from the corner of his lips to the stone floor. With an almost dumbfounded look on his face, he instinctively raised his hand to wipe away the muck, only to find himself ambushed for a second time by the pain as it shot through his broken left arm and made him cry out in agony. Vegeta blinked heavily, forcing his weary eyes to focus.

What he saw as he looked down at his painful limp was alarming; the flesh on his hand had turned cold with patches of blue indicating areas in which blood had coagulated underneath the pale skin and a piece of bone stuck trough his blooded elbow like a dead branch of a broken tree. As he fought against the burning pain and tried to bald his shivering hand into a fist, the effort to do so made him wince and pant heavily while sweat ran down his dark eyebrows. Just as his fingers toughed the flesh of his swollen palm, the agony of the action became too great for the tortured Saiyan and he had to let go. His weakened body collapsed backwards against the stone wall of his prison cell and he closed his eyes while his cheeks were flushed by utter frustration.

"Useless.." He whispered the word in a low rasp while the tears stung in his eyes. The blissful fog that had clouded his head during the first moments of his rude awakening was retreating and revealed the disturbing memories of past night encounter with the wolfs that had devoured him. The violent and humiliating recollections stuck out in the mist of oblivion like the bodies of fallen soldiers pierced on spikes on a bloodstained battlefield. He had let his most hated foe ravish his body and torture him till he was at the brink of death. Then the beastly tyrant had handed him over to his lowly servants, leaving the Saiyan prince at the mercy of two perverted and vile minds. The cruel duo raped him physically and mentally, tearing open his violated body, breaking his limps and ribs and shattering what was left from his dismembered pride.

There were moments during the long and horrific night in which he lost himself in his own agony. The cries he produced were distant and like the pain, it belonged to someone else, as if he had stepped outside of his body and watched while it was being molested and wounded till the damage done to it was forever unreparable. These were the moments in which he believed that there was indeed a merciful God guarding over his already condemned soul who allowed him to escape from his torment. At other times, the pain was real and the torture unbearable, and he found himself rolling over the floor, covered in dirt like a lowly animal, choking in his own blood and tears, screaming to his tormentors to show him mercy. No pride was left inside of him at these moments, only the animalistic crave to escape his suffering and certain death. The broken warrior crawled into a dark corner of his cell, instincts taking over from his reason, and lay his tired body down to rest with his back against the wall while his frightened and wary eyes were locked on the wooden door. The young prince was dying and he was scared . . . Scared to die alone, miserable and forgotten by the Saiyan Gods his father had taught him to worship. The fear of death was only natural, programmed in the minds of every living creature to cherish precious life, but to the Saiyan prince, this was his ultimate betrayal to his race's heritage. Not only had he begged his enemies for their mercy, a cowardly act he had sworn never to carry out to his beloved father, but in these final moments he found himself weak enough to grieve over the lost of his own futile life.

How pathetic.

It's not like his existence was something valuable to mourn about. He had not known a single day of bliss since Frieza took him away from his father and his people. The evil tyrant raised him to become as cold and ruthless like himself, and he had succeeded. Nothing had ever made Vegeta truly happy, if he was laughing cruelly at the destruction of others by his own hands, it was always purely the reflection of his tutor's nature that surfaced in his deformed personality. Rape, pillage and murder, all of them were tools to carry out his desperate attempts to escape his own growing madness. The fiery hatred against Frieza that sucked the last bit of compassion out of him had left the Saiyan prince empty and cold without a soul to harbor a warm heart, and the callous warrior had wandered through the vastness of the galaxy ever since, searching for a way to dispose himself from his haunting demon or to finally find salvation in his own destruction

A weak, frightened whine came out of the beaten prince, as a lock was opened and heavy chains were removed on the outside of the prisondoor. As it swung open, bright lights flooded the dark room and illuminated the miserable captive crouching in the far corner. Vegeta winced and shut his eyes to protect them from the harsh light. He felt his heart jump up in his throat as he heard icy footsteps approaching him. He swallowed a painful lump of coagulated blood that was causing him difficulty to breath while he dragged himself away from the small figure with the serpent like tail, his mind totally disconnected from common sense as he tried to escape from his eerie demon.

"Please . . . No more of this . . . ." His abused body writhed as he felt the touch of the tyrant over his bare wounded back. It was soft and gentle. It was almost compassionate. It was nothing like the cruel ruler's cold nature. Vegeta buried his head between his broken arms, trying to shield himself from the dangerous beast that had eaten away his sanity. For the first time since his childhood, he was scared to death of him. As his nemesis touch wandered upward along his spine, his emotionally drained body betrayed him and he lost control over his bladder. With a mixture of shame and disgust, he noticed a small pool of warm urine forming between his shivering legs. For a moment he was the little chibi prince again that was abandoned by his father in the darkness and the cold of Frieza's vast throne room.

The lizard-like icejin was tracing the tears of the forsaken boy with his flexible tail. A wicked smile appeared as he sensed the despair vibrating from his young body like shockwaves from their epicenter. The tip of his tail wrapped around the child's chin, and pinched it slightly as he forced it upward to look him into his eyes.

-Don't be afraid Vegeta. Although your father has abandoned you, I'm here, and I will take care of your every need. You may not see it yet my young prince, but I'll be everything for you from this day on. I'll become your tutor, your one and only trustful companion, and with time past, you may even regard me as the closest substitute to a feeble father that preferred to sacrifice you in order to save his own worthless hide. I will raise you my young one, I will form you to my own image till all the weakness is drilled out of you. You'll become relentless and finally know the meaning of true power. For all this, I only ask your total devotion to me in exchange. Live by my rules Vegeta, and you'll become one of the most powerful fighters in the universe. Ignore them, and find yourself crushed under my feet like so many foolish weaklings before you.-- So what shall it be Vegeta? -- What's your choice? -- Do you choose life, or do you choose death?-

4. "Do you choose life, or do you choose death?" Vegeta opened his eyes, with a fervent determination, he raised his head to face his hated nemesis. The expression on his face hardened and with a shivering voice he responded to the question that he had not dared to truthfully answer for so long.

"I rather die Frieza! Do you hear me?! I rather rot in hell for eternity then to spent the rest of my life being your slave, being someone I wish I was not!" With a frightened heart, the Saiyan prince observed the frozen expression on his tormentor's face. The benevolent smile that had accompanied his question was still captured on his lips, but faded away as his revelation gradually shattered the last hope for the delusional tyrant to find salvation for the Saiyan prince.

(Now I've done it! I've sealed my own doom with this! If there's really a God out there that cares a rat's ass about me, I beg him now to let me die swiftly and spare me from even more unimaginable suffering . . . .)

Frieza's mind went blank for a moment, he didn't anticipate this. He had entered the prison cell and had seen a broken creature whose limps were fractured and ribs splintered while blood ran down his legs as a gruesome reminder of Dodoria's and Zarbon's brutal assaults. No doubt, their violent acts would have been devastating for his spirit, may have even drove him over the brink of madness. His Saiyan prince was frightened like a trapped animal, as he had reached out to him in an attempt to comfort him with gentleness and care, the violated victim had lost control over his bladder and urinated in front of his tormentor's eyes. In Frieza's mind, there was no question about Vegeta's condition . . . This should have been a man whose will to fight was crushed into non-existence. Instead, he was fighting back with the most pathetic little amount of life energy that was left within him.

(H-He rather die then surrender to me . . . .That's what he has said . . . .Vegeta . . . .YOU'RE SUCH AN INSULANT FOOL!!)

Frieza's pale features came back to life again as frustration, anger and sadness all erupted to the surface at once. With a trembling hand he grabbed the half-dead Saiyan, and pointed his forefinger at him, his sharp fingernail cut through his flesh right above his sternum. With a deceiving calmness, he looked into his prisoner in the eyes, searching for the very matter he hoped not to find. There was only pitch black darkness in Vegeta's eyes, no sign of that aggressive spark of light, that gave a glimpse of his inner fiery animosity towards his tutor and most hated foe.

"You prefer death over absolute power? You rather die then become my equal? You're weak Vegeta! I've thought I've raised you to be better than this!" He still hoped he could somehow change the course of fate, he still couldn't believe he was finally defeated. With the little hope that was left, the icejin threw this final saving rope to his prince. The stubborn fool had to seize this last chance to salvation, or he could do little but watch and let him drown. The fallen prince smiled sadly, he had given up all hope for saving himself from the moment he had told Frieza the very truth, he needed no second chance.

"I prefer death Frieza . . . You've never raised me, you have mere beaten me into submission and forced me to become who I am today, and I'm sick and tired to be a hated reflection of your loathsome image. So for once in my life, I allow myself to be weak . . . ..Kill me Frieza . . . .Finish with what you've started from the day you took me away from my father." The face of the cold tyrant darkened, his cold eyes narrowed while the increased trembling of his hands betrayed his inner struggle. Rage was boiling inside him, forcing his energy to rush towards his raised hand that was still aiming at the prisoner. A bright blue light started to glow and illuminated the Vegeta's frightened features. The lightbeam made contact, and a freezing sensation stung on his bare skin.

(Oh, God! . . . .This is it . . . .)

Vegeta clenched his eyes closed, waiting for his life to end. The sharp sting in his neck intensified, he knew that if the tyrant would just increased the amount of ki in his fingertip with the slightest of strength, the beam will pierce trough his neck and rupture his arteries, causing him to bleed slowly to death. Perspiration ran down his temple as he forced himself to be brave and take his death as a true Saiyan warrior, but he could hear his blood rushing in his veins and his heart beating with a rhythm of a stampede. Tears stung in his eyes as he thought of his father.

(I failed you . . . I couldn't destroy our hated oppressor..)

"Vegeta . . . " Not being able to find the courage to open his eyes, the Saiyan prince whimpered at the mere thought that his hated foe was prolonging his life, only to trifle with his fear. He felt like a wounded mouse trapped in the claws of a cruel feline.

(For fuck sake! End this you sadistic monster! Haven't you toyed enough with me?!!!)

"Vegeta!" Dreading what the icejin had installed for him, he opened his hooded eyes reluctantly, the cold caress of eminent death was still stinging in his skin.

"I want to know Vegeta . . . " The expression on the tyrant face was one of utter determinance. His Saiyan prince, the only creature in the universe that had ever been able to melt away the cruelty from his heart by giving him the gift of compassion, had prevailed; neither the promise of power nor torture could make Vegeta his. Even death could not change the mind of the stubborn prince . . . .The mighty monarch had been defeated . . . . . . , and he wanted to know why. "I want to know why you've betrayed me Vegeta . . . I showed my weakness to you, I gave you my heart and you threw it in front of a wild pack of dogs for them to carnage on while you watch and laugh in apathy! Why Vegeta?! Why!? Does all these years of care and companionship hold no value to you? I've been to you like a father, more then your natural father ever have been. I've taught you how to guide your anger and deadened your emotions to become one of the best fighters of the universe. I've let you command armies of thousands and conquer worlds, a fate surely worthy of a true Saiyan's violent nature. I've given you power beyond the reach of any common man, but still, all this had not been enough to put out the razing fire of abomination that roamed inside of you. Why Vegeta!? Why is it so hard for you to love me? In your mind, am I truly but a repulsive creature that had done nothing but wrong you in every possible way?" A silence fell as Frieza waited impatiently for Vegeta to response. The beaten Saiyan was drifting away, he could feel his life energy slipping and soon, he wouldn't need Frieza to send him to the next dimension, he would be already well on his way to the world of lost souls. The very essence of fear distanced from him. What was a disillusioned man like him longer afraid of if his demons had finally caught up with him? Nothing, not even death, and Vegeta's courage returned with a vengeance. He faced his tormenter one last time, the light in his dark eyes finally came back to life, ignited by the fuel of his eternal hatred. Slowly, his familiar smirk returned on his bloodstained lips.

"I can feel no more for anyone. Love is an ability that I have long since lost, it perished along with all of his weak brothers, slain in order for this "powerful" and "undefeatable" warrior to emerge . . . So powerful and undefeatable indeed that it's mentor had no difficulty at all to play him like a lute and send him out to murder and pillage worlds for him, to treat him like a obedient slave, to force him to prostitute his soul and betray his race by serving it's vowed enemy." There was a bitter grin on the prisoner's face, years of oppression and suffering caused emotions to stir that had been nursed to sleep for decades. For the first time in his life, Vegeta became finally aware of what kind of desolation Frieza had left behind inside of him. His heart was like a bare desert, too hostile by day, too cold by night and too deprived of compassion to harbor any living soul... "I've been left cold and empty with every violent act I carried out in your name and every life I was forced to take. The way that I've become . . . the numbed and wrathful beast that I'm now . . . . I owe my existence all to you . . . you thought me how to hate Frieza . . . .and hate is all that I'll ever be capable of . . . ."

5. The cold tyrant didn't show any reaction to Vegeta's words, although inside, his heart was jaded and his emotions frozen like shallow lakes in winter. But Vegeta knew he had upset the icejin, his deadly finger trembled and the pressure on his skin increased. A fine cut appeared out of which crimson blood trickled down the V-line of the warrior's neck.

"You're cruel Vegeta . . . Cruel and merciless . . . However much you detest to admit it . . . Your true nature is more like your mentor's then you may think." The fatal blue light at the tip of Frieza's finger roared into life as it absorbed all of its creator's anger and grief. It created a ball of bright white light in which a mystic cloud of energy was constantly disrupted by forks of lightening. It shone through the flesh of the Saiyan prince like a flashlight shining through a thin piece of paper and it revealed the miracle workings of life; the seemingly endless stream of blood flowing through his veins, the beating of his strong and muscular heart, the rising of his ribcage and the expansion of his lungs with every breath the young man took. And he, Frieza, the ruthless tyrant, the executioner of his pupil's woe, the ever-hated nemesis, would stop all this by taking his victim's life . . . . And then by giving exactly what his victim craved for . . . he would finally be defeated. Defeated by a loathsome Saiyan. A whining and ungrateful child. A traitorous wolf dressed in sheep's skin. He will not be defeated by Vegeta . . . . Enough of this weakness, this sickening passion for his rebellious pupil that made his heart bleed at night and his mind astray in dreams at day. This weakling was not worth his grief nor his compassion. The tiger will not be vanquished by a mere house cat delusioned enough to believe to be a lion. It was time to put an end to all this. "Vegeta!"

His cold eyes spark to life with the same intensity seen in the eyes of the Saiyan, hatred was ignited and it was as all consuming as his victim's. "I know that you want me to rid you of your worthless life, but I won't. I will spare you from my wrath, not because I want to show you mercy or because I pity you . . . I've finally grown beyond that weakness now . . . " The electric cloud of energy touched Vegeta's skin and the prince screamed in agony while it burned a deep dark welt in his skin till up to the bone with a sizzling sound. Vegeta could smell the sweet and sickening scent of his own incinerated flesh. A cold numbing feeling washed over him as he was reminded of his victims that he himself had send into an agonizing and horrific death by burning them alive. He had watched with depraved amusement how their bodies twisted in shocking movements as the flames burnt the flesh of their bones while they screamed in terror, begging for mercy that was never given. Would they be waiting for him in the afterlife? Would they now observe his suffering with the same wretched satisfaction like he once did?

"I want you to stay alive my pupil.." The sharp pain created by Frieza's ki traveled away from the freshly inflicted wound, and followed the hollow path of Vegeta's collarbone, leaving a trace of fire behind his path of destruction. "You said that you've lost the ability to love because of me, and that you know nothing but hate. And now, by denying me everything what should have belonged to me, you yourself have taught me how to hate. I hate you enough to let you live Vegeta . . . Live with the memory of your humiliation . . . Live with the pain of once being violated like a helpless weak lamb ravished by wolfs!!" The blazing bright ball of light crawled up his shoulder like a serpent from hell, its trail of agony intensified by the very words of its creator. Vegeta minds raced as it tried to find order and reason in the total chaos of his consciousness, panic struck him as he realized what the grim tyrant was condemning him to . . . a life long of suffering from this devastating shame . . . a fate worse then death.

"Kill me Frieza! Kill me if you have any honor left in that rotten soul of yours! Don't let me live, kill me you fucking coward!!" But the relentless tyrant was immovable, nothing could bring his revengeful mind off its course. A cold, frozen smile appeared on his face.

"I want you to rememeber this night my pupil . . . " He retained his energy and within a second, the blazing ball of roaring energy that could have cast death upon his victim was no more. With his long black fingernails, he traced the path of the injury. "This wound will heal in time, but the scar that will appear in its place will not." He dug his nail deep into the gaping hole and scraped red flesh from the blackened edges. As he saw his victim twist and cry in agony, satisfaction finally filled his evil and bitter heart. "The scar will remind you of me forever." He pulled the young warrior's face close to his, holding Vegeta's head by his hair in a violent grip. As he observed the trembling of his victim's lips and his watery eyes, it was hard for him to determine if these were signs of fear or anger. It didn't matter; he didn't care any longer. With a low raspy whisper, his pushed his black lips upon his pupil's ear and spoke the words that will haunt the Saiyan prince for the rest of his life.

"I curse you." A mad and almost childish giggle came from the tyrant, but was soon subdued as he continued. "I curse you Vegeta, I condemn you to a long and agonizing life in which you'll never be able to find your peace, where you'll be continuously reminded of your shame every time you find the courage to take look at your own reflection. You'll loathe yourself for what you truly are; a disobedient mongrel dog to its master, a string puppet at my command, and as you pointed out yourself, a sad duplicate of your most hated foe. With these wounds I have inflicted on you, you'll never be able to truthfully free yourself from me! I've become a part of you that will eat away more and more of your life's spirit with every day passed. And you won't be able to end this torment that I bestow on you, because you're too fearful of what will await you within the confines of hell. All those innocents you've slain, whose restless souls are hungering for the sweet taste of revenge are haunting you, aren't they? You'll become a martyr of your own sorrow and disgrace Vegeta . . . " The tyrant's voice was channeling the message of damnation out of a dark and evil heart, reflecting its own insanity by pouring contagious madness into the ear of the beholder. "And you'll stay alone for the rest of your miserable existence....Forever.." This was the final blow to Vegeta's already crumbling sanity that pushed him over the edge. Suddenly, the numbed expression on the Saiyan's face disappeared to be replaced with a mask of lunacy, his eyes showing white in terror and his reasoning was overtaken by blind hysteria.

"N-No . . . You can't do this to me! You hear me Frieza!? You fucking bastard!! You must end my agony!! Please!! End my life! Take it now . . . Don't let me live in shame . . . please I beg you . . . as a defeated man to his master . . . have mercy on me . . . " The icejin looked at his pleading subject, his tears wounded him but his anger turned his heart into stone. He grabbed his subject by his chin and clenched his fingers deep into the flesh while he banged his head against the stone wall.

"Should I be merciful to you like you've been to me you ungrateful DOG!? How dare you plead for mercy while you yourself know none! Eat the sour fruit of your work Vegeta! EAT TILL YOU CHOKE TO DEATH IN THEM!!" He let go of his victim, and watched him collapse on the floor, a quivering pile of misery maddened by sad desperation. There was no resemblance to the proud creature for whom he once longed so deeply. By his own hands, he had desecrated the young god he revered and had turned him into a begging slave. But his destruction did not raise any guilt or remorse in his blackened heart. Frieza had never known remorse for the weak, and weak is what his once precious prince had become. A broken stallion or a tamed lion were of no value in the tyrant's eyes, and he no longer cared for his victim, dispatching him like a little child throwing away its toy after getting bored with it. He paced back to the cell entrance, a apathetic and relentless expression was carved on his face, his dark eyes sparkled wickedly. He addressed his two servants, who had been waiting for him outside of the prison cell in a cold and demanding voice.

"Zarbon and Dodoria, see that his wounds get an opportunity to heal, put him into the regeneration tank and see that a physician take him into his care. I want his health to be fully restored to what it was before." The two servants nodded almost simultaneously as their cold master turned around and gazed at his mad and tormented prisoner, his black lips pulled back into a sadistic grin. "Once he is recovered, you have my permission to have your way with this traitor once more . . . " A wave of shear panic washed over the beaten prince and his expression was one of utter shock and despair.

"No!! Please!! You can't do this to me!! I rather die than go through that torment again!! Frieza!! Lord Frieza!! Please listen!! Listen and have mercy on the soul of your defeated slave . . . please!!"

"and you may do to him whatever your wonderful fiendish minds desire, as long as he suffers of unspeakable tortures, my hunger for revenge will be stilled."

"Please! I beg you! No more of this!! No more!! Please lord Frieza . . . You've always been merciful to me . . . be merciful once more and let me die an honorable death!! Kill me!! Burn me to death or slash my throat to drain me from my blood to silence your anger. Deny me my rights for a noble burial and dispatch my corpse in the wilderness to feed wild beasts and vultures. I don't care!! As long as you let me die and spare me from more of these agonizing humiliations! Please! You owe this to me . . . After all that you've done to me you owe me this one last favor . . . " The last sentence came out in a soft pleading whisper. As the fallen prince begged at his feet, the cold tyrant stood unmoved like a stone statue, his uncharitable heart not even slightly touched by the pitiful words of his former god. He looked down at him, his eyes filled with disgust and contempt.

"I don't owe you anything Vegeta. You owe me. You owe me all the privileges that I've given you in exchange for the loyalty that you have refused to pay! From now on, you'll be treated like anyother miserable worm who dares to oppose me. You'll be removed from your rank and honor as a star fleet general and send on scouting duty as a common soldier together with those two retarded companions of yours. I can no longer tolerate the stench of your race near me, better to send you to the far corners of the galaxy before I'm tempted to make an early end to your miserable life and do you a favor. Now crawl away from me slave, or I will kick you . . . " But Vegeta didn't move from his place as his misery had taken over his mind and frozen his body. With a sad and soft voice, he repeated his plead in an endless lament to his tormentor, hoping for his leniency, as if repeating these words on and on will shield him from his horrible fate. The bitter tyrant raised his foot and stroke out at Vegeta, his anger intensified as his victim tried to dodge his fiendish blow and clenched his hands around his legs in despair.

"NO!! DON'T DO THIS TO ME!!!"

"Move this piece of shit away from me!! NOW!!" His servants obeyed and the fallen prince was dragged away from the tyrant's feet with brute force, but the sad and maddened man cried out his agony to his tormentor, pleading for release. His wounded body received painfull blows in his stomach, in his side and groin. Still, these physical suffering could no longer confine his rambling mind.

"What!? No mercy from my socalled mentor!? No pardon from my fatherlike substitute!? WHERE IS THE COMPASSION YOU'VE CLAIMED TO FEEL FOR ME FRIEZA?!!! You monster!! You're nothing but a cold heartless reptile with a deceptive serpent tongue!! You son of a fucking lizard whore!!" The cold tyrant ignored the rambling of his crazed victim and left the darkness of the prison cell while his servants took the prisoner away towards the recovery chamber, hauling him trough the corridors while they tried to stifle his mad screams in vain. "You'll be sorry for this Frieza!! Letting me live out my torment will one day seal your doom!! I will destroy you, just as you've destroyed me!! That scar will remind me of this vow and I won't rest till your rotting corpse is buried six feet under and is fully digested and crapped out by worms!! Hear me Frieza, and remember this . . . remember my words on the day when you find yourself defeated by a super Saiyan, remember them at your slow and painful death and may they torment you while you burn in hell!!" Frieza watched in silent anger as Zarbon finally silenced the lunatic with a violent blow at the back the head. Vegeta's eyes rolled back in their sockets and his body sank towards floor like a lifeless string puppet abandoned by its master.

"Thank God it helped, I thought the bloody little rat will never shut up! You're all right master Frieza?"

"I'm fine Zarbon . . . .Just remove this madman out of my sight . . . His very presence sickens me." Zarbon grabbed the unconscious prince by his arms and threw the bleeding body over his shoulder. The blood dripping from Vegeta's wounds stained the obedient warrior's braided hair and painted crimson roses on his cape. His master gazed at the stains with an oblivious fog in his eyes and his hand reached out hesitatingly to touch it, but retreated as he noticed that his loyal subject and beloved friend was looking at him.

"Are you sure Sir . . . Are you really feeling alright?" There was sincere concern sounding in Zarbon's voice that lifted some of the heavy weight that was crushing his heart. it made the icejin feel slightly better abouthis fiendish deeds. At least one person in the galaxy didn't believe him to be as cold and evil as the Saiyan prince did.

"Really, I am fine Zarbon . . . You don't have to worry about me . . . From this day on, this piece of Saiyan scum will mean nothing to me. I'll let him live. Let him carry on with his pathetic live, hiding underneath my shadows. But he better doesn't oppose me in anyway or I will crush him. I will crush him like a insect without any remorse...." Zarbon sighed of relief after hearing his master's words, he was worried that Frieza might still have a soft spot for Vegeta, even after all these apocalyptic events. He gave his secret lover a quick nod to make clear he understood, and turned around, carrying away the fallen prince to endure his ultimate punishment; to life a live without hope of release from the hated tyrant's restrains, even after his nemesis's death.

"Do you hear me Vegeta . . . you mean nothing to me . . . nothing . . . ." The soft whisper that escaped the icejin's lips was almost inaudible, but sounded determined and convincing to himself. Years from now, when the cold tyrant is finally meeting his doom in a distant and strange world by the hands of a mystical Saiyan fighter, this lament will run trough mind after he takes the life of his beloved prince. He had always been a good liar.

Epilogue

The sun was already raising as Bulma's tears finally dried up. She had wept all night and her throat had become dry while she felt light in her head. She knew that it was probably due to fatigue, but she refused to go to sleep. She didn't want to dream about him. It's bad enough that she couldn't banish him out of her conscious mind, let alone what sad dreams her rambling would bring if she was no longer in control. She stared at the first sunlight piercing through the closed curtains, her eyes dim and her senses numbed, when someone knocked softly on her bedroom door. Bulma wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her nightgown, it couldn't be Vegeta knocking on her door, that would be too good to be true. But still, if it was the Prince of Jerks she didn't want him to see her in tears about him.

"Come in." Her voice trembled, although she tried her best to sound calm. She was pleasantly surprised when her visitor opened the door to a chink and hide himself behind the heavy oaken door, hesitating to enter.

"Bulma?" Her heart skipped a beat as she realized that it was indeed her Vegeta who was standing there.

"V-Vegeta? I thought you said you didn't want to see me anymore.." The door opened and he stood there in silence, his eyes drawn to the floor, his hands held behind his back. He looked like a shy schoolboy who had to see his teacher and Bulma had to suppress a smile seeing her brave Saiyan prince like this. However she forced herself to regain her angry posture. If he was here to apologize to her, fine, but don't count on a smooth comeback for his Royal Highness.

"What do you want? Are you here to bug me again about how I should share my sheets with Yamcha? Well let me tell you something mister! Yamcha may be an average fighter but he is . . . "

"I've never said that."

"At least not a insensitive alien basta . . . " Bulma paused her angry rambling and looked at him, puzzled. "What did you say?"

"I've never said I didn't want to see you again. I mean, I had thought about it last night. Going away from here and leaving you behind. It would have made things so much easier for me."

"Well, why didn't you? It's not that you'll be missed around here! You're always locking yourself up in the gravity room anyway!"

"I just couldn't. I had packed my stuff and was ready to fly off out of the window, but then I thought about how it would be, my life without you here to drive me nuts every day. It would be boring and meaningless." The faintest of smiles appeared on Bulma's face. She couldn't help but to feel her anger subside by his words. This wasn't exactly the Great Revelation of Love that she had been longing to hear from him, but face it, the man standing in front of her was VEGETA. This was probably the best she ever was going to get out of him. She looked at him, her marine blue eyes glow in the reflection of warm sunlight.

"Glad you admit to that, but you're driving me nuts too you know. What got into you last night?" Vegeta hesitated to answer her. He didn't want upset her again, but he just couldn't explain to her what was wrong. He wasn't ready to share the nightmares of his past with her. Not yet at least . . .

"You shouldn't asked me about that scar, that's what got into me!" He forced his chin up as he finally found enough courage to look his lover in the eyes. If only she could understand him! If only she could look pass that angry and cold surface and see how hurt and broken he really was. If she could see how much he really needed her. Then there might be a chance for them both . . .

She observed her lover's face, his eyes were so dim, his skin so pale and he looked so tired as though he hadn't slept all night. She realized that their argument didn't mean nothing to him, he did indeed care about her. But there was also something else that struck her. For the first time since she knew him he had a strange sad look in his eyes. As she realized that it was his hidden sorrow what she saw in these endless dark pools, she knew that it was wrong to have asked him about that scar. That, and the memories that were connected to it, were some of her prince's dark secrets that had wounded him so deeply that he wasn't able to share them with anybody. Maybe with time passed she could earn his trust and then she would finally be able to lift some of the heavy burdens off his shoulders that he insisted on carrying alone. But for now, it was too early to ask him to show his hidden pain to her. She sighed as she finally started to understand him, this sad and angry man with whom she had fallen so deeply in love with. And all was forgiven.

-The End -

That was it, hope you've enjoyed it. It was sick enough to post as an entry. ^_~

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