Author: Ane S. Thesia
Status: Finished

The Bottom

This is a songfic, and it starts out with a situation Vejiita may have been in when he was young and living with Freeza. NO, he does NOT get sodomized. lmao. Anyway, after that little bit of background the scene changes to when he's gotten his ass beaten by Freeza on Namek. These may or may not be thoughts that would go through his head at that moment. The song..I love it..I think it goes rather well too.

    Another hard punch in the face told the young Saiyajin prince that it was about time he stopped while he was ahead. There were only so many hours he could act this way before real punishment would be dealt. But, he didn't really care anymore. Spitting on the shoes of the fat man in front of him, this creature he had grown to loathe over time, Vejiita sat back and settled on the cold wall behind him. It was tough, to say the least, living each day the way it was without any change in sight. He had recently come to grips with the fact that his father would not be retrieving him. That was hard enough. Now though, he had to come to terms with where his life was headed. That  evil serpent, Freeza, had some kind of agenda for him that he dreaded even finding out about. Over his time under Freeza's 'care' Vejiita's hate had grown considerably. When he wasn't just a punching bag to be laughed at, he was also the object of Freeza's sick plans of universal domination. The young Saiyajin realized there was no forseeably good future in store for him.
    Despair was a constant shadow for the boy, creeping with him at every turn of event, every single time he was graced with Freeza's presence.
    "Now, you little shit, he is here. How about instead of pestering me you try that with Lord Freeza? Eh? Sound like a good idea?!" The pink man's lips curled up like worms as he sought his jollies through sarcastic banter against the child warrior. "You wouldn't last a second against Freeza if you spewed what you were saying to me, to him. You little punk." As that was said, Freeza's short form seemed to crawl along the wall towards the room, the shadow breaking off as the real person emerged.
    "Your will is quite impressive, young Vejiita, but you have much to learn." The words rolled off the lizard's tongue so naturally, you would have assumed he had said it in a similar situation prior to this one. That he had. He had been whipping this Saiyajin into shape for some time now, with only spurts of disobedience here and there. Much less than when he first arrived. "I see you're still acting out against the hand that feeds you, though, just like the typical ungrateful monkey you
are."
    Vejiita put his haughtiest face on, smirking the smirk that would never leave his visage, a mask of his real feelings.
    "And what do I have to be grateful for? I demand that I speak with my..." Cut off by the stinging slap across his jaw, he rolled his eyes for a moment before focusing on the person who dealt the blow. Freeza smiled down at him, just a foot from where the prince sat. His hand still hung just above the boy, where it ended up after he was forced to quiet the brat.
    "You demand NOTHING of me, you bastard. You belong to me now. I demand things of you instead!" He continued to smile down at Vejiita, a disgusting appearance about him. Not being able to take it any longer, Vejiita quickly stood up, hoping to show some sort of dominance in his meek position. Before he could say anything out of line, he found himself in excruciating pain before his mind could even register a movement from the nemesis before him. He had no other choice but to hang where he was and endure the pain that struck his spine likelightning bolts.
    Chuckling erupted all around him, his body began to pivot around limply. Freeza's vice-like grasp on the sensitive Saiyajin tail paralyzed him to the point of total helplessness. As if to accentuate his position over the prince, Freeza began to lightly bounce the boy on his tail, cackling at the groans and tears coming from him.
    "See what happens when you attempt to oppose me?! Never, EVER stand up to me like that again! Do you understand?!" Vejiita heard, but he could not respond over the ever-growing pain.
"You are nothing but a weak little monkey! If I had a mind to, your whole planet would be completely terminated! You are the scum of the universe, you know that? You will never amount to anything, I'll see to that personally."  And with that last spank to the boy's ego, Freeza dropped him harshly on the cement floor. Giving him a quick kick to the stomach, he turned and stormed out of the chamber, Dodoria in toe, leaving the prince of all Saiyajins to wallow in his own self-pity. That's what he wanted him to do, he needed to pity to the point of self-loathing.

                        My compassion is broken now. My will is eroded,
                        and my desire stolen and it makes me feel ugly.
                        I'm on my knees and burning.
                        My piss and moans are the fuel that set my head on fire.

                        So smell my soul burning.

    Later on in Vejiita's life, he finds himself once again being controlled by the thing he hated most in the universe. He had escaped physically from the bonds of his youth, the chains and shackles that tortured him for too long. But he still found himself caught up...Caught up in the hate that fueled every cell in his body. The hate for what Freeza had done to his life; taking him from his birth-right, destroying his entire race save a few, exceeding far beyond the power that Vejiita had yearned for in order to destroy this evil tyrant before him. The tyrant that now had his foot pressed harshly down on the broken ribs he had given the prince just before that moment. Vejiita especially hated this being for another simple reason; for succeeding in ruining his life...Always being a memory, a nightmare. Haunting the Saiyajin every day of his life...

                        I'm broken, looking up to see the enemy.
                        I have swallowed the poison you feed me ...
                        but I survive on it,
                        and it leaves me guilt fed, hatred fed, weakness fed..
                        and I feel ugly, and dead inside.

    He had tried so hard to no avail. His only wish was to be able to kill the man who held his fate so cheekily above his head. The position he found himself in bit at him with a vengeance. So much so that he wished death upon himself at that very moment. How could he live with this type of defilement? He would die at the hands of  Freeza, just like he had inside all those years ago...

                        Shit adds up at the bottom.

    At the mere sight of Goku, Vejiita's mind-frame switched tracks. Was it a ray of hope, perhaps? Could be. There was something about the damn low-class Saiyajin that  filled his dying body with a mixture of strange feelings.

                        You've left me no choice but to go inside and rebuild
                        what's broken.
                        Too much, too far, too late to lie down now.

    Maybe ego can keep a man alive, Vejiita realizes as the approaching Saiyajin draws Freeza's attention away for a  moment. There had to be a way...A way for him to fulfill his only desire. He needed to destroy this beast that once held him captive. Used him to do his dirty work. The humility of his past was too much to bear. He had  lived up to Freeza's standards. He had been nothing, just as he had been told he was all those years of his life. Every day he was aware of his total helplessness amongst his enemy. But there was this hope he suddenly grasped to. He knew that there was a chance his dreams could become reality. Though he knew he'd be relying on another, he had to tell him everything in order to spark the same fury he held inside. He needed to let his rival know so he could succeed where Vejiita himself had failed...

                        I must arm myself to fight you
                        by making weapons out of my imperfections.
                        It's all I have left.
                        There's no other choice.

    He didn't want that sympathetic look brought on by his heartfelt speech. There wasn't a single piece of his spirit that craved that ultimate pity he saw in the eyes of the Earth-raised Saiyajin. But that's what came, and  he would never embrace it fully. He could see the effectiveness of his words though. The newly lit fire inside the younger man, the fire of vengeance. Even if the vengeance seemed more for the fallen warrior than for the race not fully understood by the other. But that's all that was needed. The hope swelled below the bruised pride in his chest. He would die soon...

                        I'm shameless, nameless, nothing, and no one now.
                        But my soul must be iron for my fear is naked.
                        I'm naked and fearless.
                        But I'm dead inside.

    He wouldn't stop talking till it was too late. He desperately needed to stress the importance of this very day. The day that went on forever.

                        You see.. shit adds up, now I'm dead inside.

    And Goku, Kakarotto, understood it all. Through that cold exterior he saw enough to know and truly understand Vejiita's lament. And he felt it crack and tear on his insides, the tears in the strong man's eyes pouring his soul onto the rocky ground he lay on. The man who was stronger than life itself in more ways than one. His tragic life and inevitable fate at the hands of the beast, Freeza. It only took one ki beam to cut through the remaining life he held onto with so much fervor.  But, his point had been more than conveyed. His memory would continue on...at the hands of his rival.

                        Hatred, weakness, and guilt keep me alive
                        at the bottom.
 
 
 

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                        Song: Bottom - Written By: Maynard Kheenan - Performed
                        By: Tool