Author Note: This was a spur of the moment thing. Bold text is Orion's thoughts. People extremely faint of heart should not read this.

Disclaimer: I don't own DragonballZ.

Now, the first (and possibly only) chapter of Life and Death.

The man laughed maniacally as he watched the small boy destroy building after building and kill countless people on the helpless planet. He truly was a sadist, and watching these people suffer was incredible. And, even better, eventually he would be allowed to watch the boy when he finally went insane. The object of his thoughts was a boy of about 5, with a dark silver collar around his neck, long brown tail, spiky gold hair that stood straight up, and turquoise eyes. Those eyes, which had once been full of youthful exuberance, were now filled with anger, a horrible anger.

"This is incredible," the man chortled. "The boy is the strongest in the universe, his power level is incomprehensible. Best of all, he isn't even doing this of his own free will!" the man laughed even harder at these words.

With a soft thump, the boy landed in front of him. "Sir," he said in a soft, yet unusually cruel voice, "I have finished clearing the planet."

"Good, good," the man murmured, still chuckling slightly. "We're leaving now." All traces of laughter left his voice, and the man flew of in a northerly direction.

The boy nodded, and took off after the man, instantly catching up to, then flying ahead of him.

The man glared at the rapidly disappearing dot that was the boy, and flew even faster. He flew over mountains, rivers and forests, before stopping at the pod site. The boy stood there, glaring impatiently at him.

"Get in!" the man roared. "What are you waiting for? A written invitation?"

The boy's eyes dulled, and he walked listlessly into the pod, and the door closed behind him.

"That's better," the man mumbled, and climbed into his own pod. He settled on the comfortable cushioned interior, and closed his eyes to prepare for the short journey back to his home planet.

*****

1 Why are they making me do this? I don't understand. What's the point of killing people? I wish I were dead so I wouldn't have to keep this up. But I can't die. If I die, then no one will be able to stop HIM from taking over the universe. I wish I wasn't so strong. I wish I could find someone to help me. I want my mommy. I want my mommy!

2 *****

"Your majesty," the previously mentioned man said, bowing before a houmongous man-like creature, the boy at his side.

"You're finally back Arsetor," the things voice boomed. "How did Orion do?" he asked.

"Orion did wonderfully sire," Arsetor said, straightening up. "He managed to kill of the entire planet once again. He motioned to the boy standing by his side. "He managed to remain in the Super Saiyan form the entire time as well."

The king smirked, then gave a signal to the man.

The man nodded. "Bring in the being!" he shouted over Orion's head.

Instantly, a young woman of twenty or so was brought in. She was placed on a table that suddenly appeared before Orion.

The King nodded. "Orion," he said, addressing not the man but the boy.

The boy looked up.

"I want you to kill this woman exactly as I tell you to," the King said.

Orion nodded.

"Please!" the woman screamed. "Have mercy, I beg of you!"

"Feh, that's annoying," the King mumbled. "Tear out her voice box."

Orion stepped forward and plunged his left hand into the woman, ripping out the desired organ.

The woman fell silent, a look of horror upon her face.

"Now," the King continued, "I want you to hand me the woman's heart."

"My liege," Arsetor said, "why so early?"

"I grow weary," the King replied. "I desire the heart to replenish myself. Do it boy," he said sharply.

Orion plunged his left hand through the woman's chest, drawing out the heart quickly. It dripped blood as the woman instantly died. He walked over to the King, and handed him the organ.

The King smiled and bit into the heart, savoring every bite. He quickly polished it off, and smiled at Orion.

"Transform back to your regular form," he commanded.

Orion nodded, and suddenly changed. His eyes seemed to flash with immense sadness for a second before returning to their regular cruel. However, there was a change. The boy's hair was much less spiky as well as a dark black, and his previously turquoise eyes were now a coal black color.

"Good, good," the King murmured. He glanced to the side. "Scientists!" he yelled. "Remove the collar and put up the bubble."

The boy remained still as he was enclosed in a gigantic bubble of sorts. He was then moved into another room, still trapped in the bubble. A mechanical arm reached into the holding place and removed the thick metal collar from around his neck. Immediately, a change went through the boy. His eyes became incredibly sad; the sad of a person who is being down trodden, and can't do anything, a person forced to do horrible things against their will. He curled up into a ball, making sure his red-stained hand didn't touch the rest of him, and tears flowed from his eyes in a seemingly endless stream.

*****

I want my mommy and my daddy. They'd know what to do. They'd get me out of here. They wouldn't make me do any of this. If they were here… I don't want to fight. If I ever get I out here, I never want to fight again. I just want to be a regular kid. I want to be normal. Why couldn't I have just been normal?

*****

Arestor strode into the room where the boy was held captive. "How is he?" he asked one of the scientists.

"Well sir," he replied, eyes never leaving the bubble, "the boy Orion seems to till be mentally sound. Although, he still hasn't left the ball he is curled up in. I believe he truly does remember what happens when he's under the control of the collar, that is to say he refuses to touch the hand that was used to pull the woman's heart out of her body. Although, he could have just seen its reddish tint and have smelled it, so we don't really know. How was the mission?" the scientist asked politely, although he looked like he'd really rather not know.

"It was amazing," Arestor said, closing his eyes in remembrance. "The blood, the pain. It was wonderful."

"I meant how did the boy do, sir," the scientist said, looking decidedly uncomfortable.

"Orion?" Arestor said. "Same as always, fantastic. Cleared the planet in record time."

"I thought as much sir," the scientist said. "Do you know what his next assignment will be? I need to put the information in the computer."

Arestor nodded. "Those Earth Warriors are next. I didn't think that Orion was ready, but the boss said he was. Do you know what a long trip it is to Earth? He even wants the kid to stay out of Super Saiyan unless he has to, which is highly unlikely. Say, do you know why it's better that he does stay in the Super form?"

The scientist nodded. "You see sir," he began, "the Super Saiyan form naturally has more anger. The collar does need some anger, whether or not it is buried deep inside the subject. So, therefore, we have better control of him when he's in the Super Saiyan form. We do suspect that the collar may have actually brought the stage on him."

Arestor nodded, cutting the man off. "I see," he replied, before turning and walking over to the bubble.

*****

Why did he make me do that? I don't understand why he ate it. I feel so dirty. I wish it were all a dream that I could just wake up from. I couldn't stop it. Darn it all! I wish that stupid device was never invented. I don't want any part of this; I just want to be loved. Is that a crime? I want to be loved by someone.

*****

Orion remained curled up in the small ball for what seemed like hours, but was only in truth a few minutes. A tapping noise on the bubble brought him from his dream-like state. A metal arm slid through the bubble and dropped a plate of food, as well as a bowl of water, onto the floor of it. He stared blankly at them for a second, then sat up. He reached out and picked up the water bowl with his right hand. He dipped his left hand in it, then poured the water over the wet hand, effectively cleaning. The left over water pooled on the bubble's floor, and was instantly sucked up. He then curled back up; this time left hand included. The plate of food lay forgotten.

*****

At least my hand feels clean now. Neither of them will ever really be clean. They're permanently stained with the blood of billions. I would give anything to be able to close my eyes and bring al of the beings I've killed back to life. I would give my power, my life, anything. If only there was some way for that to happen.

*****

The metal arm reached back into his bubble and slipped the collar around Orion's neck. Orion's eyes regained their hate-filled look, and the bubble disappeared.

"Orion," said Arestor. "Come with me. Your mission briefing awaits."

Orion wordlessly followed Arestor out of the room.

To Be Continued

Author Note: That was interesting. Well, people who just read this. Did you like it? Hate it? Do you think I have a sick mind for writing this? Do you want me to continue? Do you think this fic should be taken off Ffic.net forever? Review and tell me! And please, no flames.