\ Jeice's Roughnecks
In the vastness of space amongst the burning stars and planets bubbling with life, the Cold Clan was the dominant force in the galaxy. Not even a super nova burned brighter than the monarch King Cold, or his two sons Cooler and Frieza. All discovered lifeforms bent a knee to King Cold, and their planets, along with its resources, were redistributed to either of the sons. To accomplish this goal, there would be a need to have teams of unique warriors to ensure compliance. The most elite of these teams were Cooler's Armored Squadron, lead by the cunning blue-skinned alien, Thouser, and The Ginyu Force, named after its magnanimous commander: Captain Ginyu.
Jeice had served under Captain Ginyu as Lead Officer in the Ginyu Force for two years now. Originally from Cooler Planet 98 (traditionally Planet Brench) Jeice's skin tone was a burning red with a sharply contrasted literal mane of thick white hair that flowed down to his lower back. It was his signature amongst the Frieza Force and resembled a snowy avalanche cascading down a mountain of chiseled muscle. An average height with an above average build, Jeice was muscular with ripped quadriceps that looked extravagant in his battle uniform's lower briefs. Biceps that popped, glutes that wouldn't stop, and sharp cheekbones outlined a piercing set of eyes with a shade similar to mustard.
Spotless white boots tapped quietly as Jeice entered King Cold's palace located on Cold Prime. The annual Cold Conference was to begin that evening and he was summoned to be in attendance. Wearing a loose Ginyu brand tracksuit, black with white stripes up the sides, the red alien looked from wall to wall as he passed common Frieza Force soldiers. Obscuring their ability to see his eyes were a pair of large black sunglasses (which coordinated nicely with his jumpsuit.) Just entering the long tile floored hall filled with clear glass portholes were Jeice's subordinates and teammates: Recoome, Guldo, and Pinaple. Stopping in place with his hands on his hips, he dropped his knee slightly standing in an exaggerated pose before flipping his bangs softly while he waited.
Recoome was the largest of the Ginyu Force by far. A literal mountain of muscle with an immense height and girth, and a very low body fat percentage. Recoome was nearly as toned as Jeice, but the man's intellect was nothing to write home about. Simple but clever in his brutality, Recoome always thirsted for a good fight and enjoyed smashing people that ran afoul of him. The smirking behemoth also matched Jeice's tracksuit and sunglasses. Recoome was flanked by the much shorter Guldo, a hideous green frog-like creature that possessed powerful psychic abilities and was a Junior Member of the Ginyu Force, or a GIT: Ginyu-in-Training.
Walking on the other side of the big man was Pinaple, a dark yellow colored fish-looking alien. Jeice surmised Pinaple and Cui, one of Frieza's generals, were clanmates of the same brood due to their similar appearance. Both had the face of an aquatic animal with whiskers like a catfish. Pinaple was more of a traditional warrior than Guldo, who had some physical ability but mostly relied on the novelty of having telepathic powers. Pinaple had trained his body to near the peak of perfection and nearly rivaled Jeice's, but the ugly spotted exterior and sticky skin repulsed him.
"Well, look who it is. None other than Ginyu's errand boy," said a thick accented voice from across the room. Strolling with his arms outspread as if he were going to embrace one of them was a good looking bloke with platinum blonde hair swept to one side highlighted by turquoise skin with features not nearly as sharp as Jeice's, but more full with a very aesthetically pleasing form. Combed to his left side, the nearly white but platinum blonde hair was short on the opposite side giving it an asymmetrical look that was also matched by the warrior's armor, the Cooler's Armored Squadron battle armor. He wore hard plating in a vest that fit over the user's head, and one large shoulder paladron that extended over his left side. One half of his full lips twerked upwards in a grin as he approached Jeice, extending a gloved hand.
"Thouser," said the red fighter with a curt tone, "I didn't think you would show after I embarrassed you in Ginyu Ball last year."
"Monsieur, I promise you that this year you will be different. It will be you and that big lummox that feel the sting of shame in front of the Galactic Emperor ," Thouser offered with the grin ever present. The two locked eyes and stared intensely at each other until Recoome joined Jeice's side, demonstrating a show of force.
"The Ginyu Force and I will kick your blue ass and make you eat those words," the red Brench-seijin offered under his breath before snarling with an exaggerated laugh now feeling more confident with Recoome by his side.
"Haha! Hear that, Thouser? Jeice can eat your ass any time he wants," Recoome bellowed through the hall as a league of Frieza Force shoulders, donned in armor and weaponry turned to look at the two Brench-seijin arguing now that Recoome interjected himself loudly. Jeice turned to his large comrade with an orange flattop haircut and explained softly about his choice of words. Thouser simply patted Jeice on the shoulder before turning away from him.
"I'll hold you to that, Mon'amie," Thouser offered before giving a nonchalant wave whilst trotting back across the room to join his comrades. The blue leader of the Armored Squadron wore an all purple jumpsuit that was a signature garb of the Cooler Armored Squadron. Thouser filled out the material well with a broad backside and powerful stance. Turning to look at the Frieza soldiers with the intention of giving them a piece of his mind, Jeice could see another blue skinned warrior adorned with a cape staring through the crowd at him. Clearing his throat quickly, he turned away from the crowd suddenly and ushered Recoome with the two junior members along with him to their barracks.
"Recoome, thanks for having my back with that wanker," Jeice said through his teeth, still steaming as he thought back on the encounter.
"You got it, pal," said Recoome as he unzipped his track jacket revealing a fitted tank top beneath it that featured a Ginyu Force adornment. Recoome spoke with a slow oaf-ish voice but there was a compassionate intelligence inside that massive cranium of his. At the very least, the largest member of the Ginyu Force showed an aptitude for violence. That was what he was needed for anyways. Jeice smiled up at Recoome from a seated position in the locker room on a wooden bench. From his side, Jeice suddenly coughed as Guldo put a gloved hand on the red Brenchian's shoulder.
"It's alright Boss, you'll show him what the Ginyu Force is all about," said Guldo, the small toad man leaning a fair bit too close in to the face of Jeice who instinctively slapped his hand away dramatically.
"Dammit Guldo, will you back up? Your breath smells like the backside of me balls," Jeice snarled at him, causing the green GIT member to stumble backwards. Guldo's facial expression dropped as he turned to head back to Pinaple before Recoome patted him on the head. Guldo looked up at him and found a warm expression.
"Oh c'mon Jeice, it's just Guldo's stomach condition. None of us complain about your hair in shower drains or all over the training room," the big man announced with a laugh.
"This is not helping my mood," Jeice said softly to himself while massaging his temples.
Thouser interlaced his fingers and cracked his knuckles, an explosion of pops emanated from his gloved fists. Over his left shoulder was the heavily muscled Dore, a powerful warrior with green skin that wore a decorative battle helmet in addition to his issued scouter device. The scouter was a technological monocle-device worn over one eye that displayed data for the wearer through a colored glass screen. Over Captain Thouser's right shoulder was the strange-looking alien Neiz, a brown reptilian lizardman. The three man team was Cooler's Armored Squadron, the single most elite unit in the galaxy in Thouser's mind. Together, they were a crack team that could infiltrate, search and destroy, or accomplish any objective.
Stepping on to the playing platform with his boys, a slight breeze passed between the seats of the open aired arena and rustled his beautiful locks. The soft pale bangs draped over one side of his face as an electricity began to race through the outdoor stadium. In the front, adjacent from the sporting event court, was an elevated platform where the three glorious leaders of the Cold Empire sat in round hovering chairs: King Cold, Emperor Frieza, and Lord Cooler. All three of their hinged tails dangled over the sides of their chairs as they spectated for the annual games.
Thouser wanted nothing more than to serve Lord Cooler and King Cold, to make them proud. The blue alien placed two gloved hands on his comrades, all three decked out in purple undersuits and matching Armored Squadron battle vests with a Lord Cooler insignia emblazed on the chest. Exactly one year had passed since the last time they set foot on this court to prove who was the superior team. Even on missions under Lord Cooler during that passing year there was a craw stuck in him over his team losing to those damned Ginyu. It would not be a repeat performance, and the Armored Squad would pulverize them.
Lifting a white gloved hand with a cuff that ran to the forearm, Thouser displayed a volleyball to the crowd to the reaction of cheers. Now was the time for complete and utter annihilation as he saw figures coming from the opposite side of the stadium. They were not dressed in armor, nor in their battle dress.
"Are they wearing swimsuits?" asked Dore who wore a puzzled expression on his square jaw, reaching up to scratch the back of his head through his helmet. Thouser could spit he was so offended. Granted, volleyball (or Ginyu-ball as those idiots called it) was a beach sport but this was ridiculous. That blasted red bastard was making a mockery of this trial of combat! Beads of glistening sweat began to roll down Thouser's face as he stared across the volleyball net at Jeice, Recoome, and the other two all sporting tight black briefs. He could feel laughter rumbling through the arena, yet he dared not look to Lord Cooler.
"I hate you, you swine," Thouser murmured under his breath as he looked across at the four men before spiking the volleyball to the ground in a fit of rage. Jeice let out a belly laugh that caused his bare defined abs to lift and contract as he stood with his hands on his hips. Bright red skin contrasted with the black briefs leaving a bit of skin showing in the back, a final accessory were his sunglasses from before. His plan was working perfectly. Recoome ran a hand through his orange moptop and joined in on the laugh, but Jeice wasn't sure if the big lug even knew what they were laughing about. The volleyball bounced to a stop between the two groups as the Ginyu Lead Officer just smirked. However, that grin began to fade as he saw Thouser step in to formation.
"He better not," trailed Jeice as he braced himself for impact. Watching Thouser call a command at the top of his lungs with all three men striking fierce poses. Thouser dropped in to a squat, thrusting a leg out to the side and his arms in to a cross. Neiz stood on one foot while holding the other up and away from him in a yoga pose, and Dore turned his back and blew a kiss. It was serious now. It was a pose-off between the two most elite tactical groups in the galaxy.
"You think that second rate posing is going to impress this crowd?" screamed Jeice, his shrill accent getting the best of him as he busted out his very best pose: a half squat with his fist thrust in to the air. Recoome swiveling on his feet and thrusting his arms to the side flexing his huge muscles with a mighty shout. Pinaple did an impressive split before curling his biceps in to a muscular position, and finally Guldo turning and bending over in a risky maneuver reminiscent of Captain Guldo himself, the black speedo barely containing Guldo's thick bulbous rear.
Jeice wished that the Captain and his best friend Burter were with them, the two away on an important emissary mission to Burter's home galaxy. Even though the Captain was Jeice's mentor, he felt trapped in the man's shadow to an extent, wondering if he could ever meet the man's expectations. He longed for the two to join him and his comrades on this field of posingnged for the .
the head as Pinaple attempted to pull him off. It was at this moment that Jeice Straining his thick muscles with a balled fist, Jeice listened to the scream of the crowd as he saw Thouser's left hand ignite purple: a blade. The blue alien soared across the field at the men, the blade made of a translucent energy sliced the volleyball net in half as he crossed to the Ginyu side of the court.
The other two members of the Armored Squad followed suit of their leader as the crowd erupted with shock and anticipation as the brawl broke out. As Thouser crossed to the Ginyu side past the net, Jeice launched forward and caught him with a surprise right hand that left a knuckle imprint on the pretty boy's eye. Recoiling with a wince, the blue alien let the purple energy blade dissipate around his fist. The full turquoise lips began to tremble before stretching in to a sadistic expression.
"I'm going to enjoy gutting you like a fish," Thouser spat while igniting both hands with a turbulent purple energy in the shape of swords. As the warrior reared back his weaponized hand, a strong voice cut through the roar of the bloodthirsty soldiers in attendance.
"Stop this savagery in my presence at once," commanded the voice of H is Grace, King Cold. The muscular tyrant stood to full attention between the men brawling: Recoome holding Dore in a headlock, and Neiz biting Guldo on the head as Pinaple attempted to pull him off. It was at this moment that Jeice knew that he, and the Ginyu Force, were doomed.
Chapter Two
The metal bars of the holding cell shut tightly with a heavy resounding clank.