Blood, it swept across the rock-hard floor, staining whatever it touched. He could feel it draining from him, his body becoming weaker, but he didn't care. He just hung there, suspended in air, waiting for his end. He could recognize the strong, tense hand that was wrapped so very tightly around his neck. His blood dripped down from his wounded chest that had recently been ripped to shreds. He would meet his end here, he would die.
He was prepared to take the final blow, and showed no fear at all. He even made an attempt to fight back, but there was no stopping it. It would of taken a miracle to end what had already began, but miracles didn't happen to his kind.
Kakkorot slowly began to open his eyes, only to stare into his already decided fate. He saw what would be his destroyer, his prince. The Prince smirked, knowing Kakkorot knew his end was coming. It was inevitable, his death would echo down the corridors of the castle, and the Prince would be made a legend for killing the one man who brought him a challenge.
But it wasn't enough. The Prince wanted more than just the title killing Kakkorot would bring him. He wanted the ultimate title, one that would suit a Saiyan Prince better. His goal was Super Saiyan. Though he did not know that he would achieve this level without a worthy training partner, and Kakkorot was the only one that had brought him a challenge.
Although, now it seemed as if The Prince had surpassed Kakkorot, and was becoming the strongest Saiyan of his age. 'How did I do it?' thought Vegeta, knowing very well that it was almost impossible to defeat the one that had given him such a challenge in such a short amount of time. His thoughts trailed off, as he remembered that he had to finish off this weakling that his hand harshly grasped.
Prince Vegeta let out a laugh, as a small ki-ball formed in the palm of his left hand, still using his right to squeeze what air was left out of Kakkorot's lungs. He was ready to blast him to hell with one final blow, but something told him to hold back. He just couldn't finish the job. What was this strange feeling that was telling him to stop? It angered him to think that he would spare his life, when killing him would bring him the pleasure he wanted.
It had been so long since Vegeta had ended someone's life, and he was looking forward to ending Kakkorot's. The two of them had been cooped up inside the castle for two months. Why couldn't he just send the energy ball that was trembling in his hand through his training partner's body, so that he wouldn't have to deal with him anymore.
The Prince, angry at himself, threw Kakkorot to the ground. "WHY ARE YOU HOLDING BACK, KAKKOROT!!??" He knew that he had to be keeping some of his power inside, or something besides their training was draining from him. He powered down, lowering his Ki, and walked over to the badly bruised Kakkorot.
Kakkorot, just lied there, unconscious. The Prince summoned for his royal guards, and told them to take Kakkorot to the regeneration tank. He stood there and watched as they carefully carried his limp, weak body out of the room.
A pair of eyes still watched the pair closely. Their power was improving, and he knew it. Now, all he had to do was put his plan together and somehow get them to be a part of it. Trickery would do it, and as the eyes watched the Prince even closer, he knew that the plan would work. It would work better than he had even imagined.
"I don’t think this boy is going to be good for the Prince's training. What is the Prince thinking? He just spared this boy's life. He’s not like this at all," said one Guard, who walked quickly down the halls of the corridor, hoping he wouldn't be beaten for slacking off.
"I don’t know... Maybe the King would like to know this? He wants his son to be strong... When you spare a mans life, it shows weakness. Lets dump this bum off in the clinic and then go talk to Sir Nappa. He should know what to do," replied the second guard.
They brought Kakkorot into the nearest clinic and went straight to the front desk. Dozens of injured Saiyans were lined up to get into the regeneration tank. Many of them had just returned from purging missions hoping to get healed quickly so they could go home to their quarters and rest.
The two guards pushed their way to the front of the line, getting dirty looks from everyone they passed. Many of the larger Saiyans tried to prevent them from going to the front, knowing exactly what was going to happen. A longer wait would occur if they were allowed to pass.
"Official business from the Prince himself, so step aside," shouted the first guard, even though still being slightly intimidated by the more powerful, older Saiyans.
The Saiyans immediately cleared the path, not too willingly though. Anger shone brightly on their faces. Just because Kakkorot trained with the Prince, didn't make his wounds any deeper, or his pain more severe than any other Saiyan that was impatiently waiting.
"Prince Vegeta requests that this man be brought to the regeneration tank immediately!" hollered the second Saiyan guard.
A short, yet nicely built young man sat at the desk. He looked at Kakkorot, who appeared to need direct medical attention as soon as possible, and glanced back over at the two guards. "All machines are in use now. You'll have to wait until the next one is open," he said in a calm yet slightly annoyed voice.
The man obviously wasn't a Saiyan. His appearance was the exact opposite of the basic Saiyan traits. He had long, straight, blue hair that fell halfway down his back. He had no tail and his skin was the dark color of orange. If he wasn't Saiyan, then by default, he was slave.
The guard looked at him in complete shock. "Did you hear me?!" He grabbed the young man at the counter by his neck and lifted him off his chair. The man looked down at the guard in complete fear, knowing that the guard could kill him in an instant. He continued to speak, "The Prince has direct orders to have this man sent into the regeneration tank now! Our job is to make sure these orders get completed. If you don't clear a place for this young Saiyan, then they will have to clear your remains off this floor. Understand?" The young man nodded his head as the guard tossed him into the nearby wall, causing his body to collapse.
"Doctor! Sir, are you all right!?" An attractive young woman that somewhat resembled him ran to his side. She had a nice body, for a dark orange alien that is. Her hair was a bright yellow, that cascaded down her back in a thick mass of waves and curls. A look of concern appeared on her face and she leaned towards the doctor to try and help him get to his feet.
"Dege! Go clear out Regeneration Tank no. 06! Immediately!" The Doctor ordered while motioning for the Guards to follow him and to bring Kakkorot with them.
"Yes Sir!" the young woman, Dege, ran towards the tank. In a state of panic she immediately opened it without even thinking twice. Blue liquid gushed out, covering the entire floor and causing a large, older Saiyan to tumble out of the machine and slide across the ground. The doctor and the guards slipped from their feet to the ground. The injured Kakkorot that the men were carrying slammed to the floor. He turned his head and moaned. He was conscious again.
"Dege! What have you done? You forgot to drain it first!" The doctor screamed in terror, knowing the fate that awaited her for making such a mistake. Dege stared at the doctor, a blank expression on her face, her entire body shaking. She, too, knew the fate that awaited her. Mistakes were not allowed for a slave in the Saiyan empire.
The guards, a little frazzled by the sudden fall they took, looked around the room for a clue as to what just happened. One guard quickly glanced over at Kakkorot, and noticed that he was still alive. 'Good,' thought the first guard, 'if he dies, we die.'
The other guard looked over at Kakkorot too, but he noticed more. Kakkorot wasn't still just alive, he was conscious again. Kakkorot turned his head from left to right, and managed to open his eyes. He noticed that he was covered in a familiar blue liquid.
"What... Where... How...?" Kakkorot managed to mutter out before his eyes closed once again.
"Even he’s surprised that the Prince spared him," one guard chuckled softly said to himself. The two guards slowly stood up and walked over to where Kakkorot was. They had to make sure he was OK, not even seeming to care what the young woman Dege had done.
Dege just stood there, stone-faced, praying to whatever God controlled her fate that she wouldn't get the supreme punishment. She watched the guards clean Kakkorot off and part of her felt that she had gotten off the hook. That was until she heard a deep, masculine voice behind her gruffly call, "woman."
She knew that he was talking to her, for she was the only woman there. She slowly turned around and stood in front of the man that had fallen out of the machine. He wasn't fully-healed, but he was still all right. He was so tall, that she was eye-level with his chest. She slowly cranked her neck back and raised her face up to meet his dark, seductive eyes.
He could tell that her eyes were filled with pure and utter fear, which excited him. Not just mentally, but physically as well. He smirked, and she knew what that meant.
Quickly, she backed away and tried to run towards the Doctor who she had known since she was a little girl, but she was soon stopped when the Saiyan grabbed her hand and squeezed it hard. Dege screamed in pain, and fell to her knees. Her eyes filled with tears and they flooded down her cheeks like an endless waterfall. He squeezed harder making her scream even louder.
She waited for him to make the final blow. She wanted to just die, end it all. He knew this, and he replied to her thoughts as if he was physic, "Its not that easy. What you're going to experience is much worse than death... much worse."
She knew what he meant and immediately twirled her head around to look at the doctor. He stood there, unable to protect her like he always had been able to. He made his attempt though, "Kill her!!"
"Do not get involved doctor... You could wind up making her sentence a lot worse than it already is," He glanced back down at his captive, making his smirk even larger than before. He forced her to her feet and dragged her out the door as he headed towards his chamber.
Cries and screams were heard down the hallway as she was being dragged to her doom. The doctor just stood straight and looked out the door they left from. This was the worst possible punishment a woman slave could endure. He prayed that she wouldn't survive the night ahead of her, or she would have to endure the same pain every single night of her life.
One of the guards noticed the doctor just standing there, doing nothing, "Open the Regeneration tank already! You are wasting valuable time!"
"...Yes, Sir!"
They placed Kakkorot in the tank and filled it with the blue liquid similar to what had just flooded the floor. Slowly, his wounds healed.
The day went on, as if things like this happened every day in a Saiyan's world. There was no right and wrong, there were no laws, and above all, there were no boundaries. Yes, slowly his wounds healed, like all Saiyans. When they get hurt, they get better. Their scars disappear, their pain disappears, and they actually become even stronger. Though their wounds heal, the wounds of their slaves will always remain. They are scarred for life, and who knows how long after that...
Authors Note- Hey, I know I haven't worked on this in a while, but I wasn't really working on much. I'm not even sure when the next chapter will be out, I have to work on whats going to happen. I wanted to add a couple more characters (you'll see who ^_^) but who knows how this will turn out in the end. Sorry for the wait. -Kiwi
