Satou's grip tightened slowly, methodically, giving Vegeta time to feel every bit of pressure increasing.
"Status!" Vegeta choked out desperately. "I can give you noble status! Land! Titles! Anything! Just please, PLEASE don't kill me!"
The pressure increased. Vegeta felt his windpipe beginning to collapse, felt the vertebrae in his neck starting to compress.
"I'll be your servant!" The words tumbled out in a desperate rush, any dignity abandoned in the face of death. "Your slave! I'll do whatever you want! I'll kill anyone you want me to kill! I'll serve you for the rest of my life!"
Satou's face showed no recognition. No acknowledgment that he even heard the words. He was beyond speech now, beyond thought, beyond anything resembling the goblin who'd built a settlement and named his friends.
"Please..." Vegeta's voice was barely a whisper now, the pressure on his throat making speech almost impossible.
