Chapter 9: zarbon
Lord Zarbon," said the officer. "Sorry to disturb you sir but I have a report just came arrived that requires your attention sir."
"You woke me up because of a measly report," I growled into the scouter. "I don't appreciate having my beauty sleep disturbed Captain."
"I understand Lord Zarbon, but the report was labeled as Level 2 priority from Frieza 79."
My anger at the man disappeared after hearing this information, so it seemed some new updates on the monkey prince had finally come in. "I'll be right there," I briskly said before cutting off the transmission. Throwing the covers off of my body, I quickly rolled out of my bed and made my way across the giant room to the man sized mirror that was mounted onto the wall next to four dressers that contained all of my garments. This was my humble quarters aboard Lord Frieza's flag ship and these were perks you gained when you were the right hand man to the most powerful being in the universe.
Of course, none of this would have been possible if not for the amazing attributes that I myself possessed. Smirking as I carefully took out my flawless armor and placed it over my head, careful not to disturb my hair. Yes, after almost 30 years of slowly making my way up the Planet Trade Organization hierarchy and being forced to work with morons I was finally able to achieve my goal of becoming Lord Frieza's second in command. For the last couple of years I've been in charge of running the most powerful empire the universe has ever seen; and even though most of the time I'm forced to deal with simpletons I know I'm where I belong, at the top of the galaxy where everyone can see me and my glory.
After pulling up on the pink sleeves that covered my arms, my hands reached down into the dresser and pulled out my folded and pressed cape. The light blue color that represented my proud heritage seemed to glisten in the dimly lit room as I threw the cape behind me and clasped into its holders on my back. Sitting down in a chair to pull on my combat boots over the dark blue spandex that covered most of my legs, I glanced up into the mirror and caught my own eyes.
Transfixed by those beautiful eyes in the mirror, I slowly stood up and walked closer to the man sized mirror, staring at the reflection inside of it. The reflection's hand reached up and brushed a loose strand of emerald hair out of its face and then smiled at me. My eyes gazed at his and were lost in their golden depths for what seemed like hours, but suddenly those beautiful and elegant eyes turned into his eyes.
The trance that had held me was suddenly broken, and I quickly moved away from the mirror and out the door. My body shuddered as my mind tried to physically shake the image of that beast's eyes out of my head. I wandered around unconsciously for several minutes, not caring where my feet took me. It wasn't until I found myself on the bridge of the ship that my mind began to function normally again, my body apparently knowing that the only thing that could distract me was work.
"Lord Zarbon." My eyes were drawn to the voice and they found Captain Namole, the officer who had hailed me earlier approaching me. I barely was able to hold back the sneer that was forming on my face after seeing the man's butchered hair and the disgusting purple spandex he wore underneath his armor. My face somehow though was able to remain impassive though, hiding my disgust for the man, as my relentless stare drilled holes into him as he saluted me and stood at attention. My mouth made an undetectable smirk as I saw Namole gulp and tap his foot nervously as he waited for me to speak. Finally deciding to end the peon's torment, I finally nodded at him releasing him from standing at attention.
"You said you had a report that required my attention," I said as the Captain let his shoulders relax, knowing that the threat of him being punished had passed.
"Yes, straight from Unit 79," he said as he snapped his fingers and another solider walked over towards us with a file in his hands.
I opened the file and quickly leafed through it, scanning for the valuable information. i Don't understand why freiza keep track of saiyans specially vegeta ?
As i walk out to hallway to to Frieza's chamber
i see swarm of soldier and technicians going through their work day life.as i enter after knocking the door i see Lord in his favorite hovering chair going through the transactions of our organization .
Lord Frieza," Zarbon began with certain airiness to his voice. "vegeta has returned his ship is in our sight with his other monkey companion on a tow my lord frieza . Soon those monkeys are going to be on board my Lord."
Some time later
(Vegeta)
Do you think he knows yet?"
The three Saiyan warriors sat in a slightly darkened room which stank heavily of rotting meat. On the floor, they lay each in their 'beds', which were comprised of a hard mattress and a rockhard old pillow that had been there for God knows how long.
They were horribly uncomfortable, but lucky for them they hardly stayed at the station for more than a day before clearing out to complete their next series of assignments.
"We've been back for a total of 13 minutes." Raditz clicked a button on the side of his Scouter, and the overlay updated as the device emitted a small 'beep'. "14 now."
Nappa sat up slightly "So that's a yes." he cracked one of his knuckles and shifted around in his bed trying to get as comfortable as he could. Truth be told, Nappa wasn't all that bothered by the terrible rock-like slab that he called a 'bed', he had slept on much, much worse before. He shifted around more out of uneasiness.
Vegeta, their prince and leader of the squad, sighed, knowing full well what was coming.
They had failed one of their assignments.
And Frieza didn't take too kindly to failure.
"In the Planet Trade Organization..." the whip crackled down across the prince's skin, creating another deep slice causing him to grunt, the small groan betraying his true feeling of utter pain and torment "Failure is NEVER acceptable." The tyrant once told him.
After that, Vegeta made sure to ALWAYS do his best on the assignments. And he had done pretty well too, not a single failure in the past 2 years. But now, he had gone and done it. He had gone and done it real good, and Frieza was no doubt angry and ready to take it out on him.
Being the prince of all Saiyans, Frieza made it clear to Vegeta that any failure on the job was his fault and his fault only. So for the most part, Nappa and Raditz were spared from the icy tyrant's beatings. Of course, once Frieza was done punishing Vegeta, Vegeta usually unleashed his frustration on his fellow Saiyans.
It was only fair to Vegeta. It wasn't fair in the slightest that the weight of the failure was thrown onto Vegeta and Vegeta only, and Frieza more than likely knew this. He just wanted to take any opportunity he had to beat Vegeta. It seemed Vegeta was his favorite plaything, and Vegeta shuddered as he remembered the countless hours spent being tormented physically and mentally by the tyrant.
Vegeta and his crew had only failed a total of 2 assignments, the first being when they were still starting out and ran into trouble on the planet they were purging when a warrior or two appeared that were, as much as Vegeta hated to admit it, LEAGUES above their own power. And after a one sided battle, the Saiyans HAD to call in backup.
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