Hello one and all, this is my first story, so erm.....Please don't flame...Actually if you want to go ahead. I'll just rip you apart when you do. ^_^
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"Speaking"
Thinking
Fall of an empire.
Prologue
Planets, billions of them, stretched out before him on a silver platter, which he intended to savor slowly. They were weak, all of them. Like filthy rats scuttling through an alleyway, they scuttled through their pathetic lives as though they held any semblance of meaning. They never realized how wrong they were until it was too late to stop what was happening, and by then Frieza was always glad to remind them.
A figure sat oddly straight backed upon a floating throne near the observation window, gazing about at the new beginnings of his ever growing empire. This particular quadrant was surrounded by a large asteroid field that made attempts to breach it difficult. Funds had to be gathered in less than legal ways and Frieza could only hope they were worth it. Even if they weren't, he wasn't one to pass by an opportunity to stake claims on a formerly uncharted section of the universe. He swirled the last remnants of wine at the bottom of his goblet and sipped it down slowly, enjoying the taste.
The sound of the throne room door sliding open reaffirmed the coming of his messenger with news of their imminent arrival on the first planet he would claim. The creature was of the Kirin breed, a dead race thanks to him, with large yellowed eyes that never blinked or showed any amount of intelligence. Disgusting. He thought cringing behind the wine glass.
"My lord, we are exiting the asteroid system and will arrive on planet Vegeta in approximately two days."
Ah yes, Vegeta-sei. Apparently home to a bloodthirsty race of super warriors known as the Saiyans. At least that's what their reputation had said about them. Not that it mattered. They would fall like all of the others. Nothing had been able to stand in his way as of yet and Frieza honestly doubted this planet would be any different.
The servant's eyes were cast down, though Frieza could see the obviously
tethered defiance that was hidden behind them. It was always refreshing to meet up with defiance, and always entertaining to crush it. Feigning an annoyed sigh, Frieza rotated the throne to face the servant fully, watching in sadistic glee as the youth's fear started to rise.
"I was informed that we were supposed to arrive today. I am not happy to learn otherwise."
It was like a harsh crescendo of anticipation in the form of a gasp out of the pathetic creature's throat. He let the silence drag on for a few more agonizingly delicious seconds before almost shouting at the servant.
"Can't those idiots down in the navigation rooms do anything right? I swear someone's going to have to go down there and spoon feed them their job, eh?"
There was a pregnant pause, and then a tentative answer. He could hear the incredulous surprise in the idiot's voice.
"Er, yes, my lord, they are an incompetent bunch."
Frieza allowed himself a hearty chuckle, pretending to tip his glass to the side in a drunken stupor.
"What's a fellow to do, eh? I can't get good help these days. Too bad they're not more like you, Gort, you'd make the perfect captain of this ship."
Another pause and then…
"Thank you sir, I believe I could do well."
He had stood up, and was beginning to gain confidence. Perfect.
Adding a slur into his voice, Frieza floated closer to the Kirin, smiling lopsidedly.
"Yeah, I bet you'd do a bang up job for a dead man."
It was exhilarating, seeing the realization file over those yellowed eyes before the spear of energy exited through his rib cage. Frieza couldn't help but chuckle as the kirin fell to the ground with a startled grunt, choking on his dying breaths. A white reptilian hand reached out to grab the bloody carcass, pulling the servant up to face his murderer. The defiance he had seen before was overshadowed with fear and agony. It was too succulent for words. Frieza smiled, a merciless twisting of his lips and addressed the kirin in a low voice.
"You see….You are worthless. You were born that way. You will die that way. No one outside of this room will remember you, and you were never close to attaining the power to destroy me."
The kirin choked on words, what of his thoughts he could convey besides terror, but they were lost in his death throws. Finally Frieza dropped him to the ground, not sparing the body a second glance as another, more subdued servant came in to collect it without question.
He turned to look back out the observation window. Vegeta-sei,…home of the Saiyans. If they were warriors they would not bow to him lightly. There would be blood shed, but as every planet before them…
They will fall. He thought as a grin creased his blackened lips, They always fall.
So....Yeah.....*Cough* There it is. I almost have the first chappy done....so um. My first story. Please be nice. ^_^ Read and Review.