Prince Vegeta's Story

Punishment

Vegeta's POV

My eyes fluttered open, and I slowly took in my surroundings. I was floating in this blue liquid with several support tubes connected to me. I thought for a moment. Maybe this was the healing tanks my dad told me about.

The liquid started to slowly drain away and I frowned as I realized that I was, well, naked. And then, my embarrassment was further pushed along when I looked up and saw a GIRL staring at me. I grinned as I figured out that she must be a servant, sent to help me to my accommodations.

Upon a closer look, I started to take in the features of her face. The soft blue hair that fell in waves that stretched past her shoulder, and rested carelessly near the middle of her back. She had a slim, willow like look that suited her well, and the plain white dress only brought out her eyes. Her green eyes, who at the moment, were continuing to stare at me.

My cheeks reddening at the fact a girl was watching my unclothed body cause me to snap a tad harsher than I should. "Why are you staring at me like that?" I growled. "Just go and bring me my clothes at once, servant girl." I saw a muscle on her face twitch with annoyance.

The girl responded, "My name is Fenila, and for your information, I am NOT your servant. To be forced to work for you would be disgraceful. After all, aren't you Frieza's new pet?" I scowled. I am nobody's pet! "Call me pet again, and I'll rip out your throat! How dare you talk back to your commander in such a way!"

The girl continued speaking as if she didn't hear me. "As for your clothes, Frieza had them burned. And for good reason too! They were so drab and ugly!" She smirked at my outraged expression and opened the hatch.

"What's more," Fenia said while helping me put on my new armor, "you are to stay in the dungeons until further notice." She laughed quietly. "You better stop acting like an arrogant prince if you know what's good for you."

With those words said, I lost it. I'm jumped towards her as the blood roared in my ears, unaware of my surroundings. The next thing I knew, I was stuck in a jail cell with a few more bones broken than originally.

Fenila's POV

"You better stop acting like an arrogant prince if you now what's good for you." I laughed at the way his face twisted in anger, the way is defiant eyes glowed in rage. But the mirth quickly drained out of me as he leapt towards me, his figure similar to a tiger before it makes a kill.

I screamed and stumbled back, shielding my face and preparing for pain, when a stomach-sickening thud echoed off the room. I peered up, and saw Zarbon there, his arms still open from when he batted away the kid. He smirked and got up, flexing his muscles as he did.

"I knew he would cause trouble. Don't worry though, Zarbon's got you covered." I shivered at his cold tone, knowing something was up. "Don't mess him up too badly; I still gotta patch him up afterwards." Zarbon rolled his eyes, commenting, "You can't tell me what to do. I'm Frieza's right-hand man."

He flashed a sadistic be my way before picking up the crumpled boy and walking outside. I reserved a tank for later use, this wouldn't end up well for the kid.

Vegeta's POV

When I came to, I was laying in a tiny room. I could barely stand and only had enough room to stretch my arms out. That is if they weren't broken. I sat down and took another look at my grim surroundings. Without wanting to, a tear leaked out. I angrily brushed it away. Saiyans don't cry. What would your dad say if he saw you now?

Then, my thoughts returned to my parents. I was mad at them. I never felt this kind of hatred toward anyone before. How dare they give me to Frieza? They already knew what was in store for me, yet they did it anyway. I sniffled a small sob and instead, focused on how I would get back at them one day.

The door creaked open, and in came Frieza, lashing around his tail with one nasty looking whip.

Frieza cackled cruelly. "You have one more chance to kneel down before me. I'm warning you." I looked up into his eyes, and saw nothing but cold ruthlessness.

"Never," I spat back, smiling cockily as Frieza's eyes showed annoyance. No matter what happened, I will always keep my pride. It was the only thing left now, after everyone else had betrayed me.

"You won't be so cheeky after this." He curled his lip as if just the sight of me disgusted him. "Zarbon, come over here and chain him up for me. I refuse to touch such street vermin."

Zarbon smiled. "With pleasure, my lord." I rolled my eyes as he continued kissing up to Frieza. He must've seen my contempt, cause when he started chaining me to the wall, he made the handcuffs a bit tighter than necessary.

Freiza smiled as he coiled his whip. Suddenly, he threw it forward with astounding speed, and I gritted my teeth as it cut easily through my skin, leaving its scorching mark.

Another lash, and tears were slowly dripping down. With another hit, the hot blood began to trickle and make its way down my back, and I kept back a low sob. As the whipping continued, I found myself crying and yelling. But through all that commotion, I never once gave a single beg. So in a way, I still won.

Eventually, around lash thirty, I was surrounded by pain, and unable to move. At fifty or sixth, I was drifting between unconsciousness and consciousness. At eighty, I finally passed out, falling into a deep, blissful sleep.

Fenila's POV

When I saw Zarbon walking in with a satisfied smirk, I knew it was bad. I looked down at his hands and winced. There was almost no flesh left on the young prince's back. He was bleeding everywhere and was barely breathing.

Zarbon handed the boy to me and said, "Don't you dare let him die. We just started playing with him." With a small chuckle, he started walking out. "Oh, and one more thing, Lord Frieza said not to let him heal completely. So, let him out in about six hours." And with that done, he left.

I looked down at the small boy and fought back my pity. Frieza's ship had taught me not to show sympathy, and I wouldn't crack cause of one kid. I shoved him in the tank roughly, set the timer, and busied myself with other tasks.