slavescream2

2 – thinks he has something to say

   "He's beautiful!" The elder brother gushed as he eyed the young slave before him.
    "Yes." The younger brother sighed. "He is a rarity among the breed. He's young and petite, but he's so strong and vicious. I had to have him. Not only is he pretty, but he can work too!"
    "Not your average whore, eh brother?"
    "Please brother, no need to be so crude. He is still a virgin." The younger brother chuckled.
    "I wish you could have waited until I arrived to get rid of the rest of them. I wished to take my pick- I know how you hate to share." Cooler pouted. Frieza chuckled quietly.
    "I would have, but you see, he is Vegeta, the heir to the throne-"
    "You son of a bitch!" Cooler said, trying to hide his approval. Frieza laughed outright at that.
    "She's your mother too, remember?" Cooler smiled.
    "Damn you. You took the only one worth anything."
    "Yes, and not without a fight either, which I was more than happy to oblige."
    "Yes and I suppose it's just as well. They do develop so rapidly. They might have been trouble one day."
    "Yes, I thought the very same."
    "I wish you could have saved me one though."
    "Well, to be honest, brother- but only because you are making a fuss-" he ignored the annoyance that flashed across Coolers face. "There just might be a few Saiyans left besides Nappa and Radditz. I can assure you, you want neither of them, they are both unattractive and unintelligent. Radditz less so, but enough none the less. Anyway, the Saiyans sent infants to weaker planets to train after they gained space-travel technology. There are dozens on the weaker C-class planets. I'm sure you can find them easily. And you could have all of them should you choose." Cooler licked his lips in anticipation.
    "You wouldn't have any coordinates, would you dear brother?" Frieza barely suppressed a grin.
    "Actually, you ARE in luck. Before I destroyed the whole barrel I had Elohai upload any useful records from King Vegeta's military database. He can give you a list of planets that should harbor some of the young Saiyans. But be warned, some of them might still be very young, too young for us by far." The wicked joy somewhat drained from Cooler's face.
    "This is true, but there are several planets in my domain where I might take them and allow them to mature until they are ripe." Frieza nodded and they each stared out of the huge concave glass behind his throne."So when do I get a tour of this ship of yours and your crew?" Frieza viewed him askance for a moment before smirking.
    "You wish to see Vegeta, then? Come brother, all you need is say so. There's no need for subterfuge with me." Cooler grinned.
    "I was trying to be polite, smart-ass."
    "Yes, well, I know you have seen many of my men in combat.   Especially the Ginyu squad. The rest run the ship and do the menial tasks for the most part. I have my handful of exterminators, and I have my cannon fodder. The rest handle navigation, engineering, and then there are the slaves."
    "The slaves on your ship need to be replaced, my brother. These people are walking corpses. You've had your fun with them." Cooler noted.
    "Yes, I do need fresh stock in that area, as always, but they are educated so fast. If I didn't have to worry about little monkeys running everywhere I would have taken Saiyan females as a new service crew."
    "Ha! That WOULD have been fun! Those bitches are cold as ice! What fun you could have had breaking them!" Cooler cried, his eyes wide with imagined pleasure. "Damn! I cannot hardly wait to find some Saiyans for myself!" Frieza smothered a chuckle and led his brother out of the throne room.

    Once they came into view of each soldier in the hall, all illicit activity ceased, which mainly consisted of his soldiers beating on slaves and each other. Their lowered eyes indicated fear or respect, either was satisfactory in the Kold brothers' eyes.
    They headed toward the training facilities. Mainly the area's that housed the gravity simulators. He stopped at the storage facility nearest to the GS. One room was lined with shelves and each shelf held hundreds of tiny bottles with several tiny black seeds inside.
    "What is this?" Cooler asked.
    "Cultivars." Frieza said.
    "Oh yes, the little mandrakes." Frieza grinned.
    "Not quite. But I'd love some if you could find them."
    "Dirilia 3 has one island with nothing but. And they are considered horribly taboo there because of the effect they have on the natives."
    "Really?" Frieza said, his eyes widening in interest. "Such as-?" he grabbed a few bottles and the left the room and continued down the hall.
    "Their cries cause insanity among the natives. I tested it!" Cooler said with an arrogant grin.
    "Really?!" Frieza gasped.
    "No!" Cooler said and began to laugh. "After all these years I thought you wouldn't be so gullible! They are a fiction created by a superstitious people to ward them off from a poisonous plant."
    "You ass." Frieza ground out. He was relieved his brother hadn't made a fool of him in front of his men. He might have had to smack him. And that always resulted in a brawl which would likely tear apart his ship and kill all his men. Cooler grinned.
    "Now, now brother, I was only having some fun. Don't be nasty."
    "I do not enjoy people having fun at my expense." Frieza snapped. They stopped before the closed door of the GS training rooms.
    "Yes I know, but you always believed me before. I was just curious if you still did." Frieza scowled.
    "So what? Who cares." He grumbled. Cooler rolled his eyes.
    "No one, forget it. I'm sorry." He said in a rush, with an air of complete annoyance. Frieza jabbed his elbow into Cooler's ribs. "Brat." Cooler murmured.

    Vegeta was tired. He had been training with only short breaks for food for the past three days. He had gone from being the strongest person on his planet to a mere face in the crowd in a day and it galled him to no end. And not only that, but he had never really had to watch his back every moment of the day until now. No one on Vejiitasei had contested his right to be heir to the throne. Each and every Saiyan knew he was the strongest. And all had respected him, even at his age.
    Now everyone hated him. And he wasn't sure if it was because he was a Saiyan or just because he was the youngest person on board. He didn't want or need them to like him, but having to be mocked instead of feared and respected was damn near intolerable!
    Damn near, but not quite.
    No, what was intolerable was that those that did have the balls to ridicule him where out of his league in regards to strength. They could insult him and if he dared to fight back, they would kick the snot out of him and laugh as he lay bleeding on the floor. It had already happened a handful of times, and would likely happen more.
    But he did have one consolation. One that only he, Nappa, and Radditz shared. And one that no one else knew about.
    Each time they broke his skin or bones, each time they made his blood flow his strength increased. How no one had figured it out yet, he had no clue. They all had scouters which plainly told them what every soldier's power level was.
    But it was in his best interest to be surrounded by fools. The less they knew about him the better.

    Cooler licked his lips in anticipation as they watched Vegeta train. For such a young one, his movements were precise and graceful. He was lean and toned, too young yet for large muscle mass, but still obviously strong. He performed complex katas with ease and when Cooler eyes the gravitational settings he gasped.
    "Twenty times standard!" he gaped.
    "Calm yourself brother. Vejiitasei had ten times standard. He is not incapable of 40 times standard at the moment. But I see he is being lazy as usual."
    "Really?" Cooler marveled. "But he's a boy still!"
    "He is eleven. His kind ages quiet fast compared to us, but some races live even shorter lives'. Compared to many of my men, he is quite impressive. The former King Vegeta claimed that he was still a bit young for this, but he hasn't failed yet. I am sure he didn't even realize his son's potential."
    "But… power aside he is too pretty for such things-"
    "My dear brother. Yes he is quite attractive, which will undoubtedly become more so apparent as he ages, but he is not to be a concubine. He is a soldier like the others. He would be even more difficult if he was not able to battle each day."
    "Difficult?" Cooler murmured, eyeing his brother with interest. Frieza did not miss that gloating hint in Cooler's voice and knew exactly what was on his mind.
    "Of course, but no more than I can handle I assure you. And it makes him that much more enjoyable, you understand."
    "Of course." Cooler said, his expression not faltering. His eyes returned to the young prince with unabashed desire shining in his eyes. Frieza scowled, eyeing his brother uneasily. That last thing he needed was a war with his brother over his Saiyan prince. Perhaps it would be best to give him up.. Frieza scowled and briefly shook his head in negation.
    Vegeta was his! He was his to command. He had gained him from his father and had fought all opposition. He had purchased him with blood and was his by all rights. He was a tool of destruction, not just a pretty face to toss in the harem with the rest when he was done fucking him.
    Surely he would take his pleasure with the boy some day. But not yet, not for a few years yet. He could see a high flush across Cooler's cheekbones as his elder brother dreamt of whatever he wished to indulge in with the boy and fought to keep a snarl in check.
    "Come, my brother. Elohai has some coordinates for you I believe."
    "Oh yes!" Cooler said, his eyes lighting in excitement. He rubbed his hands together greedily. "Let us go after a demonstration of Vegeta's ability against those Cultivars." Frieza ground his teeth, but if it meant he could get Cooler away from the boy quicker even as he indulged him in some titillation, he would do it.
    "Fine." He walked into the control booth, ignoring the technicians salute. He tapped the intercom. "Vegeta." He snapped, smiling as the young Saiyan started in surprise, lost his focus, and came stumbling to a halt. He ignored the expression of disgust that crossed the young Saiyan's face, but unfortunately Cooler saw it and chuckled in amusement. Before he could comment Frieza barked orders into the intercom and the Cultivars were hatched and sent into the simulator.

    Vegeta scowled in annoyance. Damnit. He wasn't in the mood for this shit. He had been moment away from quitting in favor of food and rest and now he had to fight a bunch of stupid plant men. In the span of less then a second, wrath, hatred, and disgust came to a head inside him and was loosed in one harsh cry and wave of ki, and the cultivars were obliterated.

    Even Frieza was taken aback by the display that shorted all the monitors and wondered if the little upstart was showing off. Cooler's eyes glittered with lust and Frieza sneered. This wasn't going to make anything easier.

TBC…

So I hope this answers a few questions.. I know there are still some that haven't been addressed, but that will most likely come in the next chapter! Till then!