Damaged: world down

 

AN: Yay! I finally got some inspiration so I’m going ahead with the story. I actually wrote this at work when I was really bored, but I hope you like it.

Warnings: there are hints of rape, but not much else.

Disclaimer: Don’t own DBZ and I never(never) will. Kinda makes me sad…..

told in Frieza’s POV

World Down

 

Mmm, of course he can never forget me. I am eternal, Lord of the universe, all powerful. At least that is what he still believes.

You see, I will never die as long as he lives. As long as he still gives me power, I will never die.

I wait for him, you know. Down here in the shadows I wait. In Hell I wait. I am very patient in that way.

It has been almost thirty years since my death and he has not forgotten me. He never could forget me. How could anyone?

Sure, he has filed his life with distractions: that boy of his, those friends, and of course that blasted saiyan who destroyed me, the one he calls his mate. Hm. Don’t make me

laugh.

But no matter. I still own his nights just as I always have. Heh, Heh, always.

How he fights sleep. In his dreams, in the recesses of his mind, I exist. I am very much alive and his torments are very real.

I watch him everyday from Hell. While they all somehow believe that he is better now, both he and I know the truth. His sanity is slipping, even more so than when I still kept him.

How Ironic!

Oh how he stupidly and blindly believed that he would be fine once I was dead. And now he is in a worse state than he was before!

I think that it was perhaps easier for him when I was alive since his torment was real and done by my living self. However, now he torments himself with my memory and while he

can stand physical pain, he is very weak mentally.

I know that better than anyone, For it was I who weakened him. I created him and I knew how to strengthen and cripple him.

He wishes to kill me, but he never will. He blames the one called Goku for stealing that right.

How foolish…..

I watch how their relationship crumbles, how horribly he treats his mate.

Oh, poor, poor, Vegeta. You shouldn’t abuse your mate for your own weakness!

He believes that if he physically kills me, that the demon in his head will disappear. Yet another testament to his foolishness.

You will neverkill me, boy. Never in your wildest dreams. I am eternal!

Even though you were conceived by your parents, you were always my child. You will always be mine.

I cannot believe myself. Even after that fiasco on Namek, I still care for you.

Hm…..well, you always were my favorite, I suppose. My favorite……

If only you had been obedient, things would have been much better for you! You would have eventually taken Dodoria’s place and then perhaps Zarbon’s. You could have been

great, lived a life befitting a prince. We could have been great together. But you ruined it with your stupidity and arrogance!

Now look at you. All domestic-like, aren’t you? It makes me sick to look at you like that when I know what your true potential is. Really, are you content to sit on that pathetic

planet, playing house? We both know your saiyan blood still burns for battle, burns for the kill.

Oh, why , Vegeta,Why! What a waste…….

Well, I suppose it was to be expected.

I did shape him in my image, so it is only natural that he would want to rule. My fatal mistake. I trained him too well.

Ah, how I long for him in his youth.

I still remember the very first time I took him. Ah he was certainly delectable the first time I took him.

I hurt him. Badly. I think that was probably also a mistake on my part.It sems my roughness led him to associate that horrible first time with every other time, regardless of

whether I hurt him or not.

Oh but the first time. How lovely. I had never seen him week until that night. Oh and his tears! They were what kept me coming back for more. And those lilting pleas…..

And what I remember most, his most desperate moment, a beautiful, terrible thing. At one point he leaned up and hugged me, burying his face into my chest, pleading for my

mercy.

He had hoped to appeal to the part of me that cared for him as a father. And it almost worked, for a minute it almost worked. However, I came to my senses and shoved him

back down.

The next morning, we had breakfast together.

I asked him questions about his last mission in order to force him to talk an I could see the shock and confusion on his face. He could not believe how I acted as if nothing had

ever happened. I always did, and slowly his sanity withered.

Ah, good times. Yes,Vegeta, good times indeed.

AN: Well, that’s the end, hope you guys liked it and I promise I’ll try to update as soon as possible. But of course it would help fuel the creative processes if people threw some suggestions my way if they had any (hint, hint )