Planet Icion: My Fics: Destined by Icion Part 1
Foreword:
This story takes place in the Alternative Universe one year before the original Saiyan
Saga begins. Please be warned that this story contains language that may offend some
people (rated PG-13).
Destined
by Icion
By Jeisre Ice
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Part 1: Death
is Only the Beginning...
Again
he stared at the white terrain of Planet Icion. Snow and ice... nothing else. Just the
heavenly whiteness that blinded the eyes. Yet he knew that despite its deceiving beauty
this planet was a prison. How long has it been? Twenty, thirty years? Frieza lost the
count, or rather, he didn't want to count the years of his mother's imprisonment. It tore
his heart apart to see the war in his family. He didn't give a damn about his older
brother, but the mutual hatred of his parents deeply wounded his heart. And to think, he
used to adore his father, and, even, managed to peacefully co-exist with Koola. They used
to be a family, a real family. He used to know what love was...
But
that was long ago. Much longer than Frieza could clearly remember. He was still young when
Icia lost King Cold's favor and was banished, exiled, imprisoned on this tiny planet in
the far corner of the Galaxy. Icia, the Accursed Queen, hated by her husband, despised by
her older son... Only Frieza remained the loyal offspring, perhaps, because with Icia
gone, King Cold and Koola shifted their attention to the youngest member of the family,
who became the new scapegoat. More and more Frieza distanced from his father. And as for
Koola... They hated each other since the day they've learned they were brothers. No loss
there, rather a relief...
Frieza
learned to conceal his emotions, keep them cooped inside. He grew up an icy tyrant, just
like his father wanted. But having all these feelings, all the undivided love and craving
for affection, tore Frieza's soul inside. And so shifted all those positive emotions to
the only person who still cared for him, his mother. As years passed, and his father's
coldness only deepened, Frieza's love to his mother turned into an obsession. Icia was his
world, the only light in his dark, cold existence. That's why, even under the penalty of
death, Frieza broke his father's orders and continued to visit his mother whenever he
could.
So he
was this time.
The
doors to his quarters opened. Zarbon entered and bowed,
"We
are arriving in ten minutes, Lord Frieza," the green-haired man reported.
"Very
well, Zarbon. You may go now."
The
right-hand henchman bowed again and exited.
Frieza
had one more thing to do before they landed. He didn't want his mother to see him as the
reminder of his father. His 1st, 2nd and 3rd forms all
carried undoubtful resemblance to King Cold, and only his 4th, his true form,
was entirely inherited from his mother. Down to skin color.
Frieza
sighed and began his transformation. It used to take him a reasonable amount of time to go
through this process. But recently he learned a handy technique called warp-transforming.
Now he could transform to any form from any stage, whether it was 3rd to 1st,
or 1st to 4th. And it only took around a minute maximum, and if he
could concentrate well the process only took 10 seconds.
This
time it took him a bit too long. Something was bothering him. He couldn't really tell
what. It was a six sense, pounding in the back of his head, making him feel uneasy...
"Sir!"
Zarbon appeared in the doorway again, "You better come to the control room, we might
have a problem."
Frieza
walked along the corridor, Zarbon followed him.
"So
what is that problem that you might be having?" Frieza demanded.
"We
have been trying to contact the space port on Icion, and we can't reach them. They don't
respond to any identification calls we make..."
Something
in the back of Frieza's head pounded like a mallet. He walked faster.
The
control room was filled with the regular staff. Dodoria was standing in the middle of the
room, obviously supervising. The main entrance door opened.
"Master
Frieza," Dodoria greeted his Lord with a bow.
"What's
our landing status?" Frieza demanded immediately.
"We
still don't get any response..." Dodoria began.
Frieza
abruptly interrupted him,
"Land!"
"But,
sir..." Dodoria spoke again, "What about the proper landing procedures? We can't
land without a permission..."
"Shove
those procedures up your ass!" Frieza snarled, loosing his patience, "I said,
LAND! NOW!!!"
The
ship began to descend. When the two main turbines were already shut off, the ship suddenly
vibrated and swayed. A distinct roar from the outside identified another ship, passing at
a high speed.
"What
the hell was that?!" Frieza shouted, addressing the aliens at the control panel.
"A
ship, sir!" one of the aliens spoke, "It was going practically at the speed of
light, thus making it impossible for us to identify it. We didn't even get a clear
shape..."
Frieza's
ki-blast vaporized the soldier on the spot. The rest could only watch and tremble in
horror.
"Well,
next time make sure you get SOMETHING!!!" the tyrant hissed, "Now what are you
waiting for?! Land! Or should I vaporize all of you and land the ship myself?!"
The
soldiers gulped and hastily proceeded to fulfill the order.
The
freezing terrain of Icion approached. First the distant mountains, frozen in the millenium
old glaciers. Then the vast plains, iced to the core. Yet the landing site remained
hidden. It was veiled by the shroud of greyish fog.
"Move
it, move it, for Kami's sake!!!" Frieza urged his men. Now he was sure that something
was wrong. That feeling took over his mind completely.
There are no
fogs on Icion! he said to
himself, And even if there were, why would it be
hanging only over mother's palace?... HOLY STARS!!! That's no fog... it's smoke!!!
To
prove his realization the grey haze cleared to revealed the only inhabited place on the
whole planet. Or rather, what was an inhabited place. It was now gone. The landing field
wiped out without trace, the palace laying in ruins and fires raging everywhere. All
destroyed...
"SHIT!!!"
Frieza swore and turned to his henchmen, "Zarbon, Dodoria, we're moving out right
now! The rest of you land the ship, then spread out and search the area! Anyone you find
alive, keep them that way! Let's go!"
The
three figures flew out of the main hatchway and headed towards the ruins of the palace.
"Zarbon,
search the west wing! Dodoria, you take the east wing! I'll cover the central area. Spread
out!"
They
headed in different directions. Soon Frieza landed by the main entrance to the palace. Now
it barely looked like a palace, or any other construction. Rather it was a pile of stone
and concrete, with the remains of the walls scattered here and there.
Frieza
ran. Past the lounge, along the corridor, to what was once a throne room. He had no idea
why he was going there, why he wasn't starting with another place. He was guided by the
same feeling that previously stirred the sense of trouble within his mind.
"Mama!
Mama!" he called, "Where are you? It's me, Frieza."
Only
the humming of the fire replied him. He increased his pace. A moment later he entered the
throne room. It was far less damaged than the rest of the palace. Whoever was responsible
for this destruction, has accidentally (or purposely?) spared the throne room. And Frieza
soon found out why.
On the
steps before the throne, bleeding, lay Icia. Her chest was pierced right at the spot where
the main artery connects to the heart; the Achilles heel of the Ice-jin, the only place
where a wound becomes mortal. Frieza uttered a scream and dashed to his mother. Icia was
still alive.
"Mama!
Mama..." tears streamed down from Frieza's eyes, "Oh, GOD!!! Hold on, Mama,
you'll be alright..."
He
attempted to lift her up. Icia's eyelids moved. She gave Frieza a gaze full of agony.
"Frieza,
my boy..." the Accursed Queen wheezed, "You came... But too late, I'm
afraid..."
"No!!!"
he howled, "It's not too late, if I can only get you to the ship..."
"Frieza,
listen to me... I don't have much time... Promise me, you will do as I ask..."
"Anything,
mama! Anything!!!"
"Don't
try to avenge my death, for you can't face them, not yet! Find the girl... she must stay
alive... at any cost... Promise me, Frieza, promise that you will take care of her... That
you will keep my little girl away from harm..."
"Your
little girl??? What?!" Frieza's eyes widened, "I have... a sister?!?!"
Icia
shuddered in pain, but nevertheless continued,
"She
is not your sister by blood, but she is like a daughter to me... I took her in twenty
years ago... She was my only joy these last years of imprisonment... Swear to me, that you
will let no harm come her way... On my death, swear to me, my son..."
Frieza's
lips trembled.
"I
swear!"
A weak
smile came over Icia's lips,
"I
die content... Find Driar..."
"Driar?"
"That
is her name... she is... a Saiyan..."
"A
SAIYAN?!?!" a gasp of non-belief and with a definite flavor of hatred escaped
Frieza's lips.
Icia
put her hand on her son's cheek.
"Direct
your hatred not on her! You promised, and I know you never break your word... Goodbye, my
son... I will always be with you and love you... through
her..."
The
last breath parted from the lips of the last woman of the Icejin race. Her eyes closed and
her hand lifelessly fell down. For a moment Frieza stared at his mother's body. He refused
to believe it. Trembling, he lightly shook her.
"Mama...
Mama! MAMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
As the
sensation of the irremediable loss finally struck him, he emitted a blood-freezing
screech.
"AERA-A-A-A-A-A-A!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Frieza wailed in his native tongue, clinging to his mother's lifeless body. The tears were
suffocating him. And the cold-blooded creature cried, shedding hot, bitter tears that only
those with warm blood could shed. The light was darkened, his life became empty, there was
no meaning to it anymore. Frieza fell on his mother's chest and wept.
He
wasn't sure how much time he had been laying there. But suddenly a high pitched scream
brought him back to reality. Frieza lifted his head. The scream was cut short.
The assassins!
They're still here! a thought
flashed in his mind.
Frieza
darted off. He clearly established the location of the sound. It was coming from the side
of the east wing of the palace. Soon he established the source too. A bulk of smoking pink
flesh covered with spikes lay before him. Frieza recognized his henchman.
"Dodoria?"
he spoke, but this time his voice contained no emotion, only cold indifference.
The
henchman was dead. Frieza was about to approach him to find out the cause of his demise,
when a quiet sound jerked his attention to the remains of the nearest wall. Frieza clearly
felt someone's presence. Preparing for battle, he pumped his power level.
"Come
out! I know you're there!" he demanded.
A
shadow appeared behind the ruins. The next moment a silhouette shaped out of the darkness.
"I
am here!" the voice sounded.
Frieza
gaped. It was the voice of his mother... No, not quite... This voice was a bit higher
pitched and less hissing, yet it was undoubtedly the voice of an Ice-jin. Frieza ran his
gaze over the silhouette. It was almost completely concealed by shadows. The red light of
the fire only revealed the end of the tail. White, lizard-like tail, identical to his own.
And the eyes... Glowing, ruby eyes... A feeling was as if he was staring into a shaded
mirror. The creature carried a frightening resemblance to himself.
"Who
are you?" Frieza spoke. He felt bitter dryness in his mouth.
"What
do you want with my name, Lord Frieza? It is enough that you have seen me," a cold
reply followed.
"I
thought it would be useful to learn the name of my mother's murderer!" Frieza
growled, "But if you prefer to die nameless, then so be it!!!"
The
creature gave a short laugh. Then something sparked in the air. Frieza's reaction was
swift. He caught the object thrown at him. As he opened his hand, he found a scouter in
his open palm.
"Take
a reading of my power level," the shadowy character spoke, "That should be a far
more useful information than my name."
Frieza
did. As the numbers flickered on the display, cold sweat rolled down his back.
"F-f-f-f...
f-forty m-million!!!!!!!!!!!" Frieza gasped, "That's... IMPOSSIBLE!!!"
Frieza's
hand trembled as he pressed the re-confirm button again and again.
"Keep
the scouter, in case you want to check if it's crooked," the creature said, "I
have no wish to take your life, Frieza. But if you are foolish enough to attack, your fate
will be the same as that of your soldier."
That
comment was obviously on Dodoria's account.
"What
difference does it make now?!" Frieza tore the scouter from his ear, "My mother
is dead by your hand! If I die, I die avenging her!"
"You
will die foolishly and in vain. I was not the one who killed Icia..."
"Why
should I believe you?!"
The
creature seemed to have moved forward.
"Because,
I am a female of your own kind, Frieza. And you should know too well, that an Ice-jin
woman cannot lie."
Frieza
gaped for the n-th time today.
"Who...
are... you?" he whispered.
She did
not answer, but made one step forward. Her face was now only partly shadowed. Frieza gazed
at her. He could tell that she was young, very young for an Ice-jin. Yet her face was
almost identical to his own, or rather... The thought made Frieza break into cold sweat.
She was almost an exact copy of Icia, only much younger. His mother must have looked like
that about 150 years ago.
Unable
to take his gaze of the woman, Frieza continued to stare at her. Finally, he overpowered
whatever was going on in his soul.
"If
it wasn't you, then who did it?" he asked, "Who killed my mother?"
She
stepped back into the shadow.
"You
already know the answer, Frieza. You knew it when you first saw the ruins of the palace.
That thought has haunted you for many years now, and now that it has become reality, you
try to deny it? I hold no answers... I must leave you now, there is nothing I can do
anymore... Farewell, Lord Frieza."
She
began to fade into the darkness.
"No,
wait!!!" Frieza reached his hand after her, "Tell me, who did it! I want to
know... for sure..."
The
mysterious Ice-jin sighed.
"Seek
the one whose name holds sorrow, the one, in whose veins the blood of two races flow, and
then you will get your answers..."
"Who
are you?! I ask of you your name!" Frieza gave it one more desperate shot. He spoke
in his native tongue. The tradition of the Icejin race obliged to answer any question if
it was spoken in the Icejin language.
It
appeared that she knew that too well.
"I'm
afraid the only name I can leave you with is Rime..." she replied in Icejin,
"Hai-re, Frieza! Hai-re!"
"Hai-re..."
Frieza whispered the Icejin formal farewell.
She
faded, merged with the shadow, disappeared into thin air. And Frieza still stood there,
staring at the spot where the mysterious female was just a moment ago. Catatonically, his
fingers were drumming on the side of the scouter. Suddenly the eye piece beeped, alerting
Frieza of a new power reading.
"Twenty
thousand?" Frieza muttered, "That can't be any of my men. None of them are this
strong, except for Zarbon..."
Frieza
moved towards the source of power. He went past several demolished halls, and entered the
very last room in the east wing. Immediately he noticed a crouching shadow in the far
corner. Frieza checked the scouter again. The reading confirmed his guess.
"Come
out now!" he ordered.
The
person in the corner realized that hiding was in vain now. The next moment Frieza barely
managed to dodge a hard kick. He rolled aside and assumed a battle pose. A short woman
landed at where he was standing a moment ago. She was young, and reasonably attractive (Maybe even a bit too much so, Frieza noticed to
himself, but immediately banished the thought). Her hair was pitch black and so were her
eyes. Frieza ran his gaze over her: she seemed about the same height as he was and of a
similar built, excluding of course their gender differences. Her eyes were glowing with
hostile flames. But her racial belonging was clear: the only feature that Frieza couldn't
spot was a tail.
He
straightened up and smirked. That's when the woman could finally get a good look at her
opponent. Her eyes widened.
"Frieza?!"
her voice was soft, and pleasant sounding.
He
nodded reluctantly.
"And
I presume you're Driar," he spoke coolly. No matter what his mother said, he still
couldn't overcome his passionate hatred towards the Saiyans.
The
woman broke her fighting pose.
"That's
what Icia called me. But my real name is Deirdre..."
"Whatever!"
Frieza made an indifferent grimace, "Now what the heck happened here?!"
Deirdre
shrugged.
"I'm
not too sure... They landed so suddenly, and in about a few minutes nearly destroyed the
whole area. All I remember was a hit on the head out of nowhere. I don't know why they
didn't finish me off, perhaps, they thought that I was already dead..."
"Enough!
How many of them were there?"
"A
lot... I can't say for sure... But there were two huge power levels among them, they put
me out of commission before I could get a reading..."
"Hmpf!
How typical! You Saiyans are too dumb to know what hit you, literally!"
Her
eyes widened in surprise, then she frowned.
"Now
I see what Icia meant, when she said that all your virtues are crossed out by your
ignorance and self-centrism!"
This
time Frieza's eyes widened.
"Mother...
said that?"
"You
think I made it up?" she smirked in reply.
Frieza
was stunned, but more by the arrogance of the little Saiyan brat.
"How
dare you speak to me like that?!" he growled.
"That's
how I speak to everyone. That's how I spoke to Icia. Why do you think I should speak any
differently to you?"
"Why
you little rat?! I'll teach you some respect!!!" he plunged at her. The blow he
landed on her face made Deirdre fly back through the wall. Perhaps, he overdid it a bit.
She was jolted too far. Frieza started after her. As he flew over the ruins, something
snapped in his head.
Frieza, you
promised... that was his
mother's voice.
But she's a
SAIYAN, mama! And too arrogant of a Saiyan as well! Frieza
battled his will.
You promised...
But
I can't...
Promised...
He
gave up. There wasn't another power in the Universe that could defeat him so fast and so
swift as his mother. Hell and Flames with it!!! Even if it was Koola she told him to take
in, he would have done it! Besides, he could always 'work' on the "arrogant little
monkey" and reform her feisty attitude.
Deirdre
was nowhere in sight. Frieza was starting to worry that he accidentally hit her too
hard... The thought made him shudder.
Meanwhile
he reached the throne room. And there she was, kneeling before Icia's body, her lips
moving as she was saying something. Stunned
at the view, Frieza approached.
Hai're,
aeru id'sae, hai're,
\konsiis, \tlo Aesti, \konsiis za aetuniiti...
(Farewell, beautiful flower, farewell,
Sleep, cold
Queen, sleep for eternity...)
The words of
an old Icejin lullaby echoed in the demolished hall. Frieza stopped in his tracks,
disarmed by the tune that his mother used to sing to him when he was a child. A soothing
melody clouded Frieza's mind with memories…
He saw
a little creature laying in a crib and making sobbing noises… It was incredibly dark in
the room and it seemed like the shadows extended their claws to seize the small and weak
life form… That scared the newborn, making him cry louder… Cry for help… A voice
came form the darkness,
"Shut
it up already!!!" it was the baby's father, and Frieza knew the voice too well to
be mistaken. And the little white creature continued to cry… Then it felt that some one
approached his crib… The next moment calmness settled around him… Two hands, so dear
to the newborn, reached for him… Warm gentle mother's hands brought peace to the
baby… And the little creature drifted off to sleep, listening to the enchanted lullaby
sang by his mother…
Jae'ae
budi be'um pil\, no/ jae/ le/ shna/ est ii'fae/:
Jae\ thou na unae'ae haet, jae\ \zuk ia\ unae\ sa tha\ stou...
(Your body becomes dust, but you will not be forgotten,
You live in our hearts, you watch us from the stars...)
As
the song faded, Frieza realized that he was crying once again. But something was soothing
him this time. He felt a soft, gentle warmness at around him. He became aware of the
embrace, a caring, motherly embrace, as if Icia was right there, alive again. Frieza
returned the embrace, feeling that the pain in his soul was subsiding. He lifted his head.
A smiling face leaned over him. It was Deirdre.
At
first the tyrant was shocked. He was actually embracing a SAIYAN!!! And he didn't even
remember how he got there. Only one thought persistently pounded in his brain: it felt
good.
I will always
be with you and love you... through her! he
remembered his mother's last words.
For a
moment he hesitated, and then rested his head on the shoulder of his new comfort. The
light of his life did not die, it has merely taken another form. Frieza gave in to that
decision that his mind made for him.
"Frieza..."
He
liked that... for some reason... the informality.
"But
only between us!" he warned, frowning. It's good, but he still didn't want it to get
to the stage of "familiar" in
public. After all, he had a reputation of a ruthless tyrant to uphold!
Deirdre
nodded.
"I'll
call you Master Frieza when your men are around."
Smart little
monkey! he smirked.
"You
have a good potential as a fighter, Deirdre," Frieza said, getting up, "Twenty
thousand, right? Did mother train you?"
"A
little. She had more important matters on her hands lately..."
Frieza
gestured his hand, silencing her.
"Join
my force, Deirdre. One of my right-hand henchman was just killed, his power level was the
same as yours. How would you like to take his place?"
"I
don't want to take anyone's place..."
"Fine!
Don't take his place, just join me!"
Deirdre
smiled.
"I
accept your offer, Frieza."
"Offer?!?!"
Frieza was stunned, "That wasn't an offer, you stupid girl, that was an order!"
She
smiled again.
"In
any case, I accept it."
Frieza
gave a merciful nod.
"Come.
There is nothing left for me here."
They
flew up and headed towards Frieza's ship. About half-way Zarbon caught up with them.
"Sir,
the west wing is clear," the green-haired fighter reported in his usual manner,
"The walls are demolished, everyone's dead and... WHOA, MAMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Zarbon
dropped his jaw as his gaze suddenly found Deirdre. His face acquired a grimace of a
drooling French poodle in heat. A characteristic whistle expressed Zarbon's opinion of
Deirdre.
Frieza
ignored the "comment".
"Zarbon,
this is Deirdre, she is my mother's ward. Deirdre, this is Zarbon, my right hand
fighter."
"Hi,
nice to meet you," Deirdre extended her hand to Zarbon, giving him a friendly smile.
"Likewise!!!"
Zarbon flashed his eyelashes, and instead of shaking her hand, he kissed it. Deirdre
grimaced, it was a bit too 'wet' for a simple respectful kiss.
"Deirdre
will be joining our force," Frieza continued, "Unfortunately, Dodoria has failed
us. She will now take his place. I hope you don't have any objections, Zarbon."
Zarbon
shook his head as hard as he could. His face expressed clearly his thoughts on the matter.
What are you
kidding?! Substituting that fat ugly blubber bag with a gorgeous doll like her!!! This
must be my lucky day!!!
"I
will be honored working with her, sir," Zarbon flashed his pearly whites, and turned
to Deirdre, "If you don't mind me asking, what is your power level?"
"Twenty
thousand," Frieza answered for Deirdre.
Even better!!!
Zarbon's smile turned into an evil grin. He was already imagining that little fragile body
arching in his hands and those stubborn lips moaning his name.
"Let's
move out!" Frieza ordered, "You two will have time to converse later!"
The
three of them flew to the ship.
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Icejins don't
bury their deceased, they vaporize their bodies. A peculiar type of cremation.
Frieza
arranged his mother a truly royal burial. He personally blew up Planet Icion. Such
generosity was not usual for a member of the cold-blooded race. But it was Frieza's
farewell gift to his mother, the only person he actually 'loved'.
Neither
Deirdre, nor Zarbon understood what was so generous about blowing up the planet with a few
corpses on it. But they didn't argue with Frieza's decision.
"Where
are we going now?" Deirdre asked.
She was
standing beside Frieza in his quarters. The Terror of the Galaxy gloomily gazed out the
window.
Deirdre
adjusted the gloves on her hands. She received a new army attire as soon as she was
'settled in'. She was now wearing a black tight suit, white boots and matching gloves.
However, she refused to wear the armor, alleging to not being used to wearing one of
those. She also modified her suit in her own taste, getting rid of the turtle-neck and
putting a low V-neck on her top. Deirdre explained her actions saying that this type of
clothes allows more mobility. Frieza only shrugged indifferently. He didn't give a damn at
what she was wearing.
Besides
the new clothes, Deirdre received a new room on the same deck with Frieza and Zarbon. The
room used to belong to Dodoria, and since he no longer required it, Deirdre occupied it,
thoroughly cleaning and disinfecting it first.
"So,
where are we going, Frieza?" Deirdre repeated her question.
This
time he answered.
"To
planet Frieza 79. That is my main base of operation. I am now permanently in the state of
war, and I won't rest until I find those responsible for my mother's death. And since
whoever I'm looking for is obviously powerful, I want to have all the man power I can get.
I need an elite team of fighters to back me up. You and Zarbon count in, since your power
levels are the highest, but I also have another team that may come in handy. The Ginyu
Force..."
Deirdre
chuckled.
"What?!"
Frieza snapped at her.
"Nothing,"
Deirdre gave a short laugh, holding her index finger at her nose (Hmm... reminds me of something... Frieza
thought), "I just heard Icia describing them... Sounded a bit too goofy for an elite
team..."
Frieza
shrugged with irritation.
"Well,
they are a little... too preoccupied with style... but their power is not something to be
taken lightly."
She
nodded reluctantly.
"I
will be off. Have a good night, Frieza," Deirdre gave him a short smack on the
forehead and walked off.
"UGH!!!
SHOO!!!" Frieza made a disgusted expression, "Sloppy endearments!!!"
But as
soon as the door closed behind Deirdre, he placed his hand on his forehead where her lips
touched him.
"Ahhh...
Sloppy endearments..." he murmured dreamily.
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Deirdre was
almost at her room, when she noticed a shadow behind her. She sharply turned around and
saw Zarbon, who was casually standing by the nearest window and gazing outside. Deirdre
smirked. He wasn't there a second ago. She pretended that she didn't notice him before.
"Oh,
hi, Zarbon," she greeted him, "What's your excuse for staying up?
Insomnia?"
He
slowly turned to her, giving her a languishing look, and exaggeratedly fixed his hair.
"Hello,
Deirdre," his voice was honey-sweet, salacious even, "I was just observing the
enthralling view of the shooting stars... Ever seen those?"
"A
few times," she responded, and approached the window to take a look as well. Zarbon
was right, the sight of the cosmos was beyond comparison.
"Beautiful,"
she agreed. Suddenly she felt his breath on her ear. He literally pinned her to the wall,
pressing his body to hers. His fingers were stroking through her hair.
"Not
as beautiful as you are," he whispered in her ear.
"Zarbon,
keep your distance, please!" Deirdre's voice turned icy-cold.
"Why,
what's wrong, my sweet?" Zarbon laughed playfully, "Do I not turn you on? Or are
you playing hard to get?"
"I'm
telling you nicely: back off!" a define threat appeared in the Saiyan's voice.
"My,
you are playing hard to get! But maybe you prefer acting, rather than talking... Tell me,
baby, how do you like this?" Zarbon sharply pressed his lower body to her hips.
As a
lightning strike her hand flashed in the air, throwing Zarbon so he hit the wall on the
opposite side of the corridor. Zarbon groaned as he crashed on the floor below. Yet he
recovered quickly and was up on his feet in less than a second. However, Deirdre didn't
give him time to recover beyond that, she launched at him. Painful blows rained on the
fortuneless Casanova, who was now having second thoughts about the effectiveness of his
'picking up' approach. As the pain intensified, Zarbon started fighting back. First, the
thought that she's a woman held him back, but her merciless assault soon made him forget
all 'prejudices' and he fought at full strength. Soon to his great dismay, Zarbon realized
that he was loosing. Even fighting at full power, he was no match for the swift Saiyan.
Her every punch and kick found the target. Astounded at the fact that he was overpowered
by (A) a Saiyan and (B) a woman, Zarbon dropped his guard. The next moment he was punished
for his mistake, as Deirdre's punch jolted him in the end of the corridor. He hit the back
wall, but managed to get up, although he was now severely beaten.
"So,
tell me, 'baby', how do you like THIS?!" Deirdre smirked, mimicking Zarbon.
"Why
you... you...!!!" he growled in reply.
Deirdre
smirked again.
"Why
don't you transform?" she suggested, "That
should give you an advantage, don't you think?"
Zarbon
started.
"Oh,
don't be so shy, lover boy!" Deirdre gave a short laugh, "I know that you have a
second form and I know what it looks like... Don't worry, I'm sure I've seen worse!"
She
giggled again, driving Zarbon furious by her arrogance. He gave an enraged shout and
transformed.
"Oh,
jeez..." Deirdre made a disgusted grimace, "I was wrong, it doesn't get any
uglier than this!"
Zarbon
roared and plunged at the Saiyan. She stood her ground watching him approach. His claws
almost reached her throat, when she suddenly thrust her hand forward and shot a thin
ki-beam from the point of her index finger. The purple energy hit Zarbon in the chest and
smashed him into the wall. The blast was not deadly, but it was powerful enough to inflict
serious damage. And that's just what it did. Zarbon was conscious, but he couldn't
move. Slowly his shape changed, returning to his normal form.
Deirdre
grinned and blew the smoke off her finger, folding her fingers to form a gun-like shape. Clapping behind her back suddenly alerted her.
Deirdre sharply turned to see Frieza, applauding her with the same smirk that has just
left her face.
"Point
Lazer, isn't it?" he asked, still grinning, "Impressive! This attack is my
family's trademark..."
"I
was trained by Icia..."
"And
very well trained from what I've just seen!" Frieza came closer, maybe even a bit too
close for comfort, "I guess my assumptions about you being at twenty thousand were
false. What is your true power level?"
"Well,
I..."
"Never
mind," Frieza interrupted before Deirdre could say anything, "I can find out for
sure by... putting you through a little test."
"Test?"
Deirdre lifted her brows.
"Yes,
as soon as we land at Frieza 79. Goodnight now," he made it clear that the
conversation was over.
"Frieza,"
Deirdre called, "What about him?"
She
pointed at Zarbon. Frieza shrugged.
"Do
what you like," he said indifferently, "Finish him off or put him in the
rejuvenation tank... Whatever..."
The icy
tyrant walked off. Deirdre frowned. She didn't approve of his attitude towards his
subordinates. And then there was Zarbon. Defeated and weakened by the severe bleeding from
the wound on his chest, the life of the green-haired fighter was slowly fading away.
Deirdre
approached him. Still conscious Zarbon lifted his eyes.
"Kill
me," he wheezed, "The pain is more than I can bare... I won't live long enough
for the rejuvenation tank treatment... You have a good arm..."
He
coughed out some blood. Deirdre looked at him, then placed both of her hands on her chest
and strained her muscles, gathering energy.
"...
Just end it with one blow..." Zarbon spoke again, "I know it's too late now, but
I regret what I've done... You're not like other women I knew... and for what it's worth,
I'm sorry..."
Deirdre
rose one of her brows, yet continued to gather the energy.
"You
learn on your mistakes," she said.
A purple
glowing sphere formed inside her cupped hands. Zarbon watched her, having accepted his
fate. She then made a sharp motion with her hands, throwing the energy ball into Zarbon's
chest. The glowing ball sank into him. But instead of sharp pain, Zarbon felt power
surging though his body. His wounds instantly healed. Amazed beyond words, he stared at
Deirdre.
"This
technique is called Eos Star," she said impassively, "It instantly restores
one's power level and heals any wounds. Another handy trick Frieza's mother taught
me."
She
turned and headed away. Zarbon jumped on his feet.
"Wait!"
he called to her, "Why did you do it? Why didn't you kill me after... what I tried to
do to you?"
Deirdre
half-turned her head.
"You
learned from your mistake," she repeated.
"And
what if I didn't say I was sorry? Would you have killed me then?"
"No,"
she shook her head, "It doesn't matter whether you have said it or not... you thought
it, and it's the sincere thought that counts... Have a good night, Zarbon..."
The
Saiyan woman disappeared in the darkness of the corridor, leaving the astonished warrior
along with his thoughts. She truly was like no other woman Zarbon knew before. She was
different, she was special, she had stirred a new feeling. Zarbon instantly knew what it
was.
The
green-haired fighter made a vow to himself.
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End of Part 1
How
powerful Deirdre really is? What is that test Frieza's planning to put her through? And
what does Zarbon have in mind to win the heart of the beautiful Saiyan? Find out by
reading Part 2!!!
Disclaimer: All the characters are copyright of Akira
Toriyama, Toei Animation, and Funimation. Deirdre, Icia and Rime are copyright of Jeisre
Ice. This story is copyright of Jeisre Ice. Permission is given by the author to copy this
story for personal use only, providing no changes is done to the story or this notice.
Special thanks to my good friend Furozen for letting me use the Icejin language she
developed.