DISCLAIMER - I own none of the dbz or dc characters they belong to Akira Toriyama and DC Comics respectively.
ANOTHER DISCLAIMER - Some of the readers might be compelld (very much) to draw parallels to DragonballDC by Kalkarot. But although that is a good story in itself, I had planned this idea MONTHS before the story got posted, so please do not label me as a copycat.
ENJOY !
They came with a swift and crushing victory, the ones who belonged from a planet-trading organisation. Even the combined might of Earth was useless against their weakest of members. A new rule began, under the command of a ruthless ruler.
It all started during the 1980s, the height of the Cold War. The U.S.A and U.S.S.R were after each other's throats, sinking to any depths to break each other, using any means necessary. So many smaller neutral nations suffered as a consequence. It was also the time of the 'Arms race', when nations after nations build up their stock of nuclear weapons, to keep themselves 'safe'. The Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists moved the minute arm of the symbolic Doomsday Clock five minutes to midnight, where midnight symbolizing Global catastrophe. Chaos and anarchy was slowly gripping the world, threatening to tear it apart.
A Peace Summit was called as a last ditch effort to avert a nuclear war. They sat in the U.N Security Council, the global leaders, discussing, rather arguing over the possible treaty between the two superpowers.
"This is outrageous !" The American president cried, banging his fist on the table and getting up in an imposing manner, or rather trying to, seeing that he was only five-five "None of us here have forgotten the Cuban missile crisis ! You threaten the world with a nuclear war, and still maintain your turf for a 'peaceful' co-habitation ? Look at what Che Guevara did to our soldiers back then !"
"And it is your own people who have immortalized him. Look at all those American t-shirts- 'long live revolution'!", The huge Russian President replied calmly, not at all impressed by the American "And you can calm down little friend, you pose no threat to me."
"You..."
"Gentlemen !", The Council President intervened before things got out of control ,"Let us not get personal here. We must solve this crisis as diplomatically as possible."
"Diplomatic, my ass ! Look at the news, the fifth nuclear warhead base in Cuba has been set up !" The American president was quickly losing his temper, first the USSR had absolutely refused to remove its 'expeditions' in Cuba, and now they had rejected every single offer he had made, giving one simple answer to each request – You do it first.
"I urge that you please maintain the decorum of this Council, Mr. President ! Such language does not suit a personality of your stature." The Council President maintained a gentle but firm stand on the American's language.
The US President silently took his seat.
"Must I remind what happened in Turkey, before the Cuban crisis ?" The Russian President asked, probing his American counterpart. It was true, Turkey was dangerously close to Russia, and the US had been bold enough to place their missiles there. "So, why the complain ? You are like all Americans, hypocrites. What we Russians want is peace, the Kremlin has made it very clear."
"Yeah Kremlin !" The American raised his hands and nodded his head in a sarcastic agreement "I believe Kremlin is promoting 'peace' in Afghanistan as well."
"And what are you doing ? Sending Rambo ?"
"Gentlemen ! Gentlemen ! Why must you fight ?" The Council President intervened again "If only the two superpowers could unite, this world would be a better place to live."
"Fine ! Casey, bring in the agreement papers !" The American President ordered his secretary. The young blonde immediately placed the briefcase on a chair and fished out an indigo coloured file, placing it on the table for everyone to see.
Then he reached for the file and pulled out some papers and handed it to the Council President, who in turn passed it on to the Russian head-of-state.
"What is this ?" He asked, facing it towards his archenemy.
"It is English." The American President replied "But just place it in front of a mirror and read the reflection, you'll get Russian."
There were slight chuckles heard from some of the council members, especially from UK.
"You try to make fun of Russia ? You try to mess with Russia ?"
"It is already a mess."
"Gentlemen !" The President of the Security Council said aloud, he felt as if his head was about to burst. It was the umpteenth time he had to stop them from quarrelling and name calling. He wondered if he should start addressing them as 'Ladies' instead of 'Gentlemen'. Being a peacekeeper in time of war was very difficult.
"Okay ! Let's get to the main objective of this meeting." The US President began explaining "The papers are an agreement that from henceforth, for the betterment of humanity, we shall stop producing any more nuclear warhead. And within the next thirty years, all our nuclear pilestock shall be decommissioned. So, you can begin by signing the papers."
The Russian President thought for a long moment, pondering over each aspect, each facet, looking for any loophole, or any trickery against his nation that might be carefully disguised in the terms of agreement. After what seemed like a minute, he pointed at his American counterpart and said,
"You do it first."
That was the breaking point. He could take it no more now. The US President forcefully placed both his hands on the table.
Simultaneously, a loud bang was heard from outside, diverting everyone's attention from the ongoing tensed meeting. What followed were loud cries and shrieks, sound of opening of rounds of fire, sound of people running helter-skelter and more often than once, heart-ripping screeches.
Then, it all went silent. Silent except for a single pair of footsteps, slowly but steadily approaching towards the door. For security purposes, the door was built to withstand any amount of physical damage. Made of reinforced steel, it was three feet thick around the edges and a solid four feet at the centre. Furthermore, it was latched by ten titanium rods, each as thick as a person's arm, connected to a security code board on the right hand side of the door. Only, the Council President and his select few knew the code, and they were all inside. And yet, collective gasps were heard from each person in the room when the door was pulled apart and thrown aside like a rag doll.
Smoke and sparks flew up for a while, denying them a view of the perpetrator. However, when it cleared, they saw who it was. A tall, around six feet five, well built man in some weird looking armour stood there. The armour was mostly white, save for a rustic dark yellow abdominal covering and two same coloured shoulder pads which extend way beyond than necessary. But the strangest part were his features; his skin, sky blue, his hair was the colour of algae, tied in a tight pony tail, complimented by a pair of earrings on each side. He was standing there in with his hands crossed across his chest, and a gentle lopsided smile on his face.
"I-Impossible !" The Council President stammered, his eyes ready to pop out of their sockets ,"Nobody on earth can do that !"
"That's the thing, Councillor !" The blue man said in a heavy voice "I am not from Earth."
"You should be happy, humans in general.", The alien continued, walking slowly towards the members of the Security Council, all heads of their respective states, "The lifelong and most eagerly awaited question of the human race has been answered. No, you are not alone. It would be foolhardy to think otherwise."
"Who are you ?" The US President asked.
"My name is Zarbon. I come from an intergalactic organisation known as Planet Trade Organisation run y our lord. A few weeks ago, we stumbled upon this blue rock and decided to pay the denizens a visit."
"Then, you must be knowing that we believe in peaceful cohabitation." The Russian President said, and got some disagreeing glares from the Council members.
Zarbon could only laugh at the statement made by him "Peace ? We have been watching you all this time, studying your history, your anthropology, your psychology. All you harbour in your heart is senseless war, hatred, insecurity, fear. You live in your tiny world, thinking of yourselves as the masters of the universe, whereas the truth is that you are not even the masters of your own planet. You can be crushed at a moment's notice. And all your 'advanced' technology and weaponry will prove useless in the situation."
"So, what do you propose ?" The US President asked, voicing the entire world's question.
"Me ? Who am I to propose anything ? I am just a messenger. It is our lord, the leader of our organisation who has set his eyes upon your planet."
"And what does your lord want ?" One of the Council members asked.
Zarbon took a step closer upon hearing the question and answered with an evil glint in his eyes,
"Everything."
"You kill our people, destroy properties that cost a fortune, break into a covert meeting compromising the entire world's security. What kind of a messenger are you ?" The Council President said with an element of defiance in his voice.
"The evil one. And I had come here in peace, it was your pathetic guards who had opened fire on me first. Feel honoured that my lord and soon to become your lord will now rule your planet. And although you mercilessly slaughter and commit genocide against each other, our lord is kind. He will not show any kind of malevolence, if you surrender peacefully and agree to his subjugation. He will save you all, for our lord is kind and just."
Then, the blue-skinned alien, pressed a device attached to his right ear and spoke,
"My Lord, it is ready."
The sky around the world immediately darkened, clouds gaining mass and colour blocked out the sun wherever it was needed. People stopped their work to witness these strange phenomena which neither they, nor the meteorologists had foreseen. Rumours were immediately spread of a nuclear holocaust, mayhem and chaos followed. The world felt like it would tear itself apart from fear.
The order of a human life is to spread chaos and anarchy, so that everything is its.
A voice rang throughout the world. It wasn't typically a distinct masculine voice, nor was it overly feminine. It sounded somewhere in between, like a man who has a thin voice, or a lady who smokes a lot.
You completely disregard the value of life, and more importantly the value of sentience that has been gifted to you. You disregard your planet and the other wonderful inhabitants that have as much right upon it as you do. You consider yourselves as a peaceful and loving race, and yet your history has proven that you spread fear, massacre and destruction wherever you go. Homo sapiens invasion, expansion of the Persian Empire, the Crusades, colonization of the Europeans, genocide of the Jews and other 'unwanteds', World Wars, Hiroshima and now this current situation. All has warranted nothing but immeasurable loss of lives; women being widowed, kids being orphaned, people left childless. Even the spread of your religions, the false Gods to whom you pray, is not free of sins. Every idol you worship, every parchment you read, every text you consider sacred, look carefully, it is dripping with the blood of the innocent millions slaughtered to make it of the value it is of today.
"What is all this suppose to mean ?" The American President asked, baffled by the seemingly omnipresent voice ,"What is this ?"
"The truth, Mr. President. And nothing more.", Zarbon replied.
You strive towards becoming more advanced, in a bid to outrace each other in a mad and senseless scramble for the ultimate mastery of your world. But the truth is, each step you take towards technological progression you take five steps backwards in moral regression. By doing this, you are threatening not only your own existence, but of all other innocent parties in this mayhem. You threaten the very existence of this planet with destructive weapons you have created, but cannot control, and for that, we have decided to intervene.
The last part sounded more of a threat than a statement. There was a momentary silence as the speaker decided to let the entire humanity digest what he had just said.
Your 'leaders' who you look up to, have mislead you on every single turn of events, hiding the truth from you when you should have known it. Roswell, Siberia, Peru, all these sites quarantined, each witness outrageously ridiculed, each attempt to expose the truth met with death threats. For all these years, you have been kept in the dark, denied the truth you deserve to know. But no more now. You are not alone in the universe. That is the undeniable truth.
Upon travelling across uncountable stars searching for signs of 'intelligent' life, we found Earth, and were horrified to see its condition. But we can and we will save you. We will not engage violently. Despite you dividing your own kind on the basis of petty differences, we will not engage violently. Despite you committing massacres in the name of false gods and prophets, we will not engage violently. Despite you raping your own planet and its ecosphere around you, we will not engage violently. As long as you surrender peacefully to us, we will not engage violently.
Before the soft murmurs could turn into something more anarchic, the weird but commanding voice once again boomed throughout the world.
Your fears are only natural. It is the basic psyche of all humans; they fear what they do not know and what they do not control. But once you give in, you will find that there is nothing to fear. We have a much better world to offer than all those incompetent leaders who have misled you throughout the centuries of your existence. We give you seven days. Plan out your resources, dissolve the boundaries between nations and prepare to surrender to our kindness. We will return exactly after seven days.
With those last words the clouds lightened and dispatched quickly, the sky brightened and the eerie feeling that hung in the air was gone.
Hours later, riots and processions were reported from every corner of the world. Some of them were demanding the global leaders to surrender to this threat, some were shouting Judgement Day, and others were just there to follow the leads of their fellow rioters. Everything was falling apart and the Leaders were able to do nothing.
PLANET TRADE ORGANIZATION SHIP
Zarbon was standing right next to the galactic tyrant known as Frieza, who was well paced in his mobile pod. Both of them were looking at the screen in front of them which showed the events unfolding on Earth down below.
"Look at these vermins !" Zarbon stated, tossing his pony back "Ready to slice each other's throats ! Humans are more pathetic than we previously thought !"
"You only have to scare people a little bit to make them do what you want." Frieza said, with a slight smirk to his face. He had this in hand.
"I don't blame them though. That little speech you made would have freaked anyone out, my Lord."
Frieza's smile only broadened upon hearing this. How long had he been waiting for this, and now finally Earth was within his grasp, even though of another universe. All he had to do was wait seven days.
"So, ready to surrender ?" Zarbon was hovering a few feet above the ground, his hands crossed across his chest, a few green bangs from his hair falling on to his handsome face, his regal cape flowing slowly in accordance with the gentle wind blowing about.
The NATO's response was to point every firearm at their deposit towards the blue-skinned alien; AK-47s, RPGs, Stinger missiles, Tanks, everything they had. The fifty choppers above buzzed and hummed as their automatic fire-rounds were locked on to their sole target, ready to unload their shells at a moment's notice. A temporary alliance had formed between the West and USSR, joining hands to tackle a bigger threat that neither one could individually overcome. In fact, every nation had declared to lend the alliance any kind of support. The world had come together.
Frieza laughed out loudly when he learned of this.
"Too little and too late !" He chuckled.
At the Alliance's orders, a hundred thousand soldiers of varying ranks, ethnicity and religion were deployed to 'handle the situation' and 'neutralize the target'. Seven days, the military kept discussing the possible strategies and advances to take out this menace. It was decided then; the target would be neutralized at Death Valley, Eastern California, far from civilian population, where the military could go all out without any risk of collateral damage.
"I'll take that as a no !" Zarbon's answer to the locking and loading of a hundred thousand firearms at him. Despite the unimaginable gap in their powers, he still felt a bit odd, targeted suddenly like this by such a large number of dedicated soldiers.
"I believe this is how you treat an emissary in your culture."
Zarbon saw that his words drew out a particular soldier from the infantry, presumably their highest ranking officer stepped up to him, walking confidently, bravely, defiantly. The blue-skinned alien smirked internally as he saw that the man had no hesitation in his walk, the large numbers giving him a false sense of security. The officer was foolishly mistaken. He came to a halt just a couple of steps before him. How foolishly daring !
"You threaten our world with war." The officer began, looking up at Zarbon "You misguide our people, forcing everything into anarchy. You misbalance the normal routine of our daily lives. How do we believe that you are an innocent party ? I am sorry but this disguise of an emissary won't save you from the combined wrath of our entire world."
Zarbon stopped floating above and softly landed besides the officer; he was a foot over him, and could easily crush this pathetic being before he even knew what hit him. He had to just wait for the right moment.
"You don't understand, you fool ! You are waging a war you cannot possibly win. If you fight, your armies will not be defeated, but they will simply cease to exist." He warned, leaning in on the leading military officer, trying to impose his tall frame and some rationale into him.
"We have weapons at our disposal that can turn you people to dust, we have arsenals ready to rip you to innumerable peaces and not to forget, weapons that are capable of destroying all life on this planet." The officer replied, determined to prove this alien the mettle of Earth's army "And if you don't leave with your little circus, the one who'll cease to exist would be you and your Lord."
Zarbon dropped his head in frustration, he had it enough, it was the right moment it seemed, the right moment to show what Planet Trade Organisation was capable of. His muscles twitched for the assault that he was about to rain.
"You see there !" The officer pointed towards a small cluster of hills, probably a mile or two behind where the soldiers stood with their weapons pointed at their target. Zarbon noticed a small group of people standing there, looking towards the soon to be battlefield, or slaughterhouse. But he saw that those people weren't dressed like the soldiers, they wore clothes which were more characteristics of civilians. So they weren't here to fight at all, it seemed.
"Yes ! I see a small gathering of people up there, so what ?"
"They are reporters and journalists out there. Reporting everything live that is going on here throughout the world, each minute, and each second of it. Now the whole world will see that this planet has no place for tyranny and invasion. They will see as we annihilate you where you stand, if you continue to prove hostile."
"Really !" Zarbon looked amused, much to the officer's annoyance, tilting his head a little to the right "Tell me officer. If anything happens to you right here, right now, what will your soldiers do ?"
"They will unleash hell upon you." The officer spoke his last words.
SPAAACK !
No one, not one soldier, was either prepared for what just happened or registered what they witnessed. All they saw was the blue-skinned alien's hand turn into an unnoticeable blur, and their ranking officer's head removed swiftly and cleanly from between his shoulders. The understanding of the situation only kicked in when his body fell on its knees, blood spraying out like a fountain from the large opening that had just been formed, covering his uniform and dotting the surrounding area in crimson.
But still they had enough time to empty their entire ammunition on the alien. Guns rattled, tanks boomed and missiles blasted as the land where Zarbon was standing was completely covered in smoke and dust. Five seconds later, the reporters standing on a safe distance on the hills heard and felt the war as the deafening sounds and booms reached them. Chill ran through their spines as they witnessed a hundred thousand soldiers unload their weapons upon a single target, a mere blue-skinned humanoid extraterrestrial.
Almost every single person was glued to their TV screens as they got to witness firsthand the incredible firepower their armies possessed, the live images inspiring awe and fear within them. The elders, who had served in the Second World War, didn't remember the ferocity the army showed now even at that point of time.
"This is Janis reporting from the Arizonan desert. After what seems like five minutes of mindless carnage, the NATO has eventually stopped unloading their weapons. Earlier we saw that General Patrick had been brutally beheaded by the invader. The survival of the alien is considered to be highly unlikely at this point, given the full-scale assault from the soldiers. Still, we'll wait for the smoke to clear to confirm this report."
Their barrels were smoking, every single one. They were absolutely sure of the outcome; they would only have to salvage the bits and piece left of him for the scientific study, or maybe they wouldn't if there wasn't anything left to salvage.
The desert wind blew and carried the thick smoke away with it, leaving everyone's mouth open.
Zarbon still stood there, in all his glory. With nothing to show of the assault he had suffered, not one bruise, not one scratch, he looked pretty pleased with himself, smiling at the fools' obvious assumptions. He raised his eyes to look at the stunned soldiers' faces, almost everyone had their mouth open, and almost everyone had sweat running down their drained faces.
"My turn !" He excitedly spoke these two words before moving in for the kill.
ZIIIIIP...!
The reporters and cameramen stood a mile away from the scene, but even their blood froze when their cameras captured the alien emerging unharmed from the best weapons the world had manufactured. Then, even before they could come to terms of what had happened, within a blink of an eye, the alien was right in front of them, smiling. Their eyes caught nothing, their cameras caught nothing.
"Look at your soldiers." Zarbon's words were orders to all those who valued their lives. The cameras quickly turned towards the direction where the army was positioned, zooming in to see anything unusual in particular. They didn't have to wait for long for it to happen.
One by one the soldiers dropped dead silently to the ground, their forms crumbled beneath the weight of their lifeless body. Their lives, taken and snatched and ripped from them even before they knew their existence had ended. So fast was the alien that the soldiers didn't even feel death coming over and taking them, so strong was he that his strikes effortlessly blew a hole through them. One by one they all fell victims to his power; having been bound by the fragile human body, they never stood a chance. They were all dead within a blink of an eye, and as they fell down, the tanks and choppers exploded, seemingly on their own.
Clutching one of the cameras, Zarbon turned it to face himself, using it to warn the entire world. Looking into the lens, he spat the words,
"You just saw what I did to your 'collective might', and then there is my Lord, your Lord, who is countless times stronger than I am. We had given you the chance to surrender, because our Lord is kind, but what you committed today was blasphemy ! And as a result, you and only you are responsible for what we bring down upon the human race ! Brace yourselves, for Planet Trade Organisation descends upon you !"
Immediately, the large mother ship released numerous small pods which scattered and flew in different directions across the surface of Earth.
"Sir, we have several incoming bogeys headed for different directions." A military general informed the leaders of the world, putting the hanging the call up he had just received "London, Paris, Istanbul, Tokyo, Delhi, Moscow, New York, Washington. Basically, the capitals of every major country in the world sir."
"Well then, inform the rest of the army, and put these places on high alert !"
The pods did their job well, releasing the soldiers inside them. Strange, alien soldiers with coloured skin (literally) and weird hairstyles. But despite their appearance, they were deadly, and could shoot lasers from their hands which vaporized anything, and anyone in its path.
Zarbon himself flew and landed on top of a building in Vatican City. Lifting his two fingers up, he cried out loud to the screaming and running people below him, enjoying himself,
"Pray to your false gods, maybe they can save you !"
Then the swirling of his fingers began and a blinding light engulfed the entire city, or country...
"Sir, we have just been informed that the Vatican City has been wiped out, the holy country is no more, gone along with the Pope and the high priests."
"My God !" The American President groaned, burying his face deep into hands. Silence filled the room upon the news of the destruction of the premier place of worship for Christians.
"Sir, and also we have been informed that the alien is headed towards another location." The general gulped down a lump that was rising in his throat.
"Where ?"
The general turned towards the Sheikh of Saudi Arabia "Mecca.".
"These fallacies cannot save you anymore !"
Zarbon's words followed with the vaporization of the entire city of Mecca, the holiest city for Muslims, turned once more into sand and dust just like it was before the arrival of the Prophet.
Soon, the Potala Palace in China-annexed Tibet was incinerated along with the entire mountain it was built upon. Even the Balaji temple in South India was not spared; it was simply lifted up in the air and shattered into pieces, all the accumulated wealth in gold, which were offerings by the loyal devotees worth billions, scattered among the people witnessing the spine-chilling spectacle down below. Elsewhere, the soldiers released from the space pods completely ravaged the city they landed upon, which all happened to be the capitals of every major country. While they struck at the heart, Zarbon was vanquishing the soul of humanity.
They eventually broke down, the humans, having suffered the loss of almost every single active troop of soldiers they had. Their weapons had no effect whatsoever on these alien invaders, all their technological advancements were futile in this situation. The nation leaders were killed once they were found out. Earth was conquered in a matter of hours.
A WEEK LATER
Zarbon and Frieza were standing side by side, looking on to the screen which was showing several Planet Trade outposts set up on the blue planet down below. They would serve as headquarters from where the planet would be run, from where they could begin a new era of space dominance. Frieza had always desired this, conquest of Earth, and now he had. He was planning to set up the Organisation's base on Earth, a gem of a planet, except for one tiny glitch.
"Earth is under our control, Lord Frieza.", Zarbon said looking the monitor screen producing an outer space view of the Earth "But one area evades us."
The screen zoomed in somewhere near Europe.
"It's near the country humans call Greece. Despite our best attempts to trace that area, we have yet to recover any kind of imagery it. But, there is something there, my Lord. Because we hear rumours."
"Go on." Frieza urged.
"Rumours are that any floating vessel that ventures too close to that particular area, never returns. We have the records to match the claim. Also, if by any chance, a ship is recovered, it is found to be completely abandoned, without a single living soul onboard. It's like everyone vanished in thin air. Some experts claimed UFOs, others talked of demons and elves. But recently, there have been new and strange claims. Rumours of women appearing on those unfortunate ships."
"And what is the basis of such claims ?"
"A witness, my Lord."
"Really ?" Frieza now was really interested in what Zarbon had to say.
"Yes, Lord Frieza. I personally paid him a visit. He was working in an Irish steamboat, two years before our conquest. He said that one day, a storm messed up with their navigation system, and they ended up in the damned place. Then something happened next and I quote 'we had only imagined it in our wildest dreams'."
"Those women ?"
"Yes, my Lord." Zarbon confirmed, bowing his head slightly "Those women climbed upon the ship he was on, but not just any women, my Lord. Beautiful women, the ones from the wildest fantasies of men, stripped right off every single piece of clothing from their bodies, which seemed like sculpted by Aphrodite herself, the Greek Goddess of Love and Fertility. The man said that the women seemed to know Irish, but with a heavy Greek accent.
It was a fantasy come true my Lord, beautiful, naked women giving in to you without any fuss and frets. So, the sailors irrespective of whether they had a partner or not, engaged in sex with these women. Our witness too had his fair bit of pleasure with a blonde, whose name he forgot. Then, the sailors were simply slaughtered by these women with knives and swords after they were done with them. The witness only survived, because he had gone down to the bunkers to fetch something and upon hearing the cries of his fellow sailors didn't dare move up. He managed to stay long hidden until these women left."
"And then he woke up from this nightmare !" Frieza mocked Zarbon's outlandish claims.
"I only speak what I hear of, Lord Frieza. And moreover, I fished out some old files of investigation conducted upon the ships that were found. They reported that samples of semen and first blood were indeed recovered onboard. And further analysis of the area has revealed that the place is magical in nature."
"Then why is that the survivor's claim was never looked upon. No investigation took place concerning this topic as far as I know."
"It was because it was immediately refuted as something impossible, something which the survivor had made up in his own head in order to make it to the papers, moreover the witness is a drunkard, an alcoholic, you can imagine the rest, my Lord."
"If that's so, then the place is worth my visit." Frieza said, looking at the monitor screen which showed the area which his general was talking about "And since you suggested naked women readily offering themselves, I think I'll take my bodyguard along. I believe it will be his first time. Oh boy is he going to enjoy himself !"
Zarbon's eyes widened in both surprise and fear upon hearing his lord mention the mindless beast everyone feared in the Planet Trade Organisation. Frieza's guard knew nothing other than destruction and slaughtering, but he was good at it, perhaps that's why he was kept for the icegin's protection, despite the fact that he was much more powerful than his master.
"Broly.".
The sea was misty by the time the women came up to the shores. There were around a hundred of them, some were dressed in some kind of ancient Greek robe of various colours, others were not wearing anything at all. The nude ones seemed hesitant, unsure of what they were about to do, the process of procreation. They had heard many stories of this from their sisters and mothers, of men, and how much they craved for sex, and how they viewed women as mere objects of lust, and treated them as such.
"Mother, does it hurt ?" One of the naked women asked her mother, her moistening a bit.
"A necessary pain, my love, to ensure the survival of the Amazons. Thermiscyra needs daughters, and I am pretty much sure that you will provide her with the loveliest one ever, Artemis. Now, off you go !"
"But what if it's a boy ?" Artemis questioned, wanting to know if the rumours she heard were true.
She saw her mother's gaze drop down to the ground, making efforts to avoid the obvious answer to her daughter's querry,
"Let's just say, Thermiscyra has no place for men, not then, not now."
"You'll drown him, right ? Or worse, leave him for dead in the wild. It doesn't feel right mother, this tradition. We rape and murder innocent men, who have inflicted no harm upon us and kill innocent baby boys for no fault of theirs, babies who are not even capable of speaking a single word or taking any kind of action. Even if it will be a boy, it will be something I gave birth to, someone my womb nursed and my blood fed for nine months, someone whose kick I felt for the first time while running a hand over my swell making me feel complete, making me feel happiness on a whole different level. Can any tradition, any rationale change that fact ?"
"Who is filling you head with such poisonous thoughts, Artemis ?" Her mother took her head in her hands and gave it a slight shake "Are you aware of what hideous creatures men are ? The things we do to them are nothing compared to the horrors women are subjected to in the man's world ! Please, Artemis ! Do not cower away at the last moment !"
"Do you remember my father ? How he looked like ? Or his name at least ? How many of my older brothers did you heartlessly drown before you finally conceived me ? Or you had them aborted; ripped from your womb and fed to the dogs as you looked on with pleasure at the animals who fought over the carcass of your unwanted child ?"
The answer to this was a hard slap across Artemis' cheek as her head swayed to the left upon impact.
"You will not defy the tradition of Thermiscyra that has been followed for countless centuries !" Her mother roared "You will accompany your sisters in procreation and gift us with a girl, and if it's a boy, the necessary steps shall be taken, queen Hippolyta shall see to it !"
"I wish you had me killed too at birth. I don't know why, but I feel someday we will have to pay for our sins." Artemis spoke before turning around and leaving in a boat her fellow Amazons were waiting.
HOURS LATER
The mothers and sisters were waiting for the boat to return, it usually didn't take that long. The ship they had spotted before the mist had mysteriously set in was not that far from the island. They began to worrying now, especially Artemis' mother, Antoine. She began worrying the poor girl might have suicidal thoughts, after all she was a young and fragile mind, and it was so easy to corrupt her.
However, her fears proved baseless when several feminine silhouettes were spotted in the mist, walking towards the shore. The Amazons thanked Hera and rushed towards them; indeed it was the girls who had gone to impregnate themselves. But before they could reach further, several other silhouettes appeared, making them freeze midway. The daughters emerged from the mist, but along with them appeared a huge man over ten feet tall with green spiky hair parted and pointed in the opposite directions. He wore nothing on top, revealing his engorged chiselled torso which seemed to reveal every muscle fibre underneath. His biceps were thicker than the width of his head and even more than most of the women present there. The white and red baggy pant he wore was held in place by a golden belt fitted with a shining green stone in the middle. But the most peculiar feature about him was his eyes; completely white and pupil-less, like a ghost's.
Some of the women yelped and gasped at the giant's form, while others stood there frozen. And behind him something else followed, a white-skinned creature who wore lipstick with horns sticking out on both sides of his head, sitting comfortably on a floating pod, with his tail placed on the edge of it.
"My ! My ! My ! Isn't it such a beautiful view ?" Frieza said, looking up at the sky and then at the nude women in front of him and then at their fellow Amazons behind them, Broly standing as a wall between those two "But I was assured of more mesmerizing beauties once I stepped on this island."
"Release our daughters, monster !" One of the clothed Amazons cried, pointing a sword in his direction.
"But we have not kept them as hostages, ask them. Girls, can you please explain it to your mothers and sisters." Frieza clapped his hands twice and all the Amazons who had ventured out on the boat, stepped forward and uttered in unison,
"We serve Lord Frieza and from henceforth, our ultimate goal is to give Planet Trade Organisation the best that we can. All hail Lord Frieza !"
They pumped their hands up in the air upon the praise.
Their fellow Amazons stood their dumbfounded, not knowing what exactly caused their sisters and daughters to act like this. Who was this 'Lord Frieza' ?
"Look ! They are being controlled by that thing !" One of the Amazons pointed to a metallic strap attached to each one of the first-timers, it explained the hollow look in their eyes.
"Oops ! Looks like our secret is out ! But you know, your seclusion from the outside world betrayed you ! The ship was a decoy, the mist our doing. I placed myself and my soldiers in the ship, so that once your little whores arrived, we captured them without much effort and installed these mind-controlling devices upon their heads. Now, your whores are my whores. After all, my soldiers should be rewarded for the conquest of this planet. And judging by the inhabitants of this island, it will be a pretty handsome reward I guess."
One of them threw a spear at Frieza, but it simply broke upon contact with his head.
"Am I supposed to get hurt by that ? I guess you don't treat your guests well." He said flatly, unimpressed by the attack. Far away, he could hear a horn being blown away, signalling the arrival of an intruder.
"Hmmm... ! A warcry ! I guess there will be more whores on the way !"
Within a minute, thousands of armoured Amazons marched their way to the shore, ready to slaughter this intruder and the giant.
"Okay, that's quite a number !" Frieza feigned surprise, looking at each of these women with pity and disgust. He could crush each one of them without the slightest effort. But first, these women must be taught a lesson. He hopped down from his pod and looked at Broly, who was waiting for his further orders.
"There's a buffet lined up for you, Broly ! Pick any dish of your choice."
"Why not, my Lord ?" Broly passed each naked woman, examining her from head to toe, looking for the right one to satisfy that fire raging inside him. He found her, a brown-haired young woman with a mole below her lower lip.
"Artemis !" Her mother cried as Broly took the unsuspecting Amazon with him to the sky and behind the mountains. The Amazons replied with a quick barrage of spears and arrows, but each one of them either bounced off him, or broke upon contact as they saw him taking the unsuspecting Artemis away.
"You murderer !" Antione screamed over the loss of her daughter, and with a sword in hand, charged at Frieza. Left and right she struck, up and down, she even tried thrusting the sword into his head, but the white-skinned alien stood right there, unmoved, unharmed. Not a single cut or wound was inflicted upon his body.
Antione raised the sword over her head, and brought it down with all her might. He simply disappeared, only for him to appear behind her and wrap his tail around her neck. Lifting her up in the air, he delivered three casual punches to her ribcage, cracking each it like eggshells. It was over.
As she fell down to the ground, clinging on to her last few breaths, she saw Broly land back in front of Frieza, blood staining his baggy pants red.
"Huh, Broly ! That was quick for a first time !"
"Was it some kind of joke ?" Broly clenched his right fist in anger.
"Why, what happened ?" Frieza asked flinching back at the saiyan's outburst.
"She got ripped open in half in my first thrust."
Frieza let out a cackle of evil laughter before saying,
"Well, I'll get you another one, don't worry. For the time being, end this one's misery." Frieza signalled to the dying Antione. Broly reached for her head and simply crushed it like an egg, letting out blood and grey matter from between his fingers.
The Saiyan did not have to turn around to hear their bloodlusted cries, it reached his ears as soon as he let go off the crushed skull. Although he had nothing to worry, for these pests could not harm in any manner possible, their pathetic attempts to slay him was growing highly annoying. They were crowding him, shrieking, cursing, spitting. He had enough, irritated, he casually swung his right hand at the melee. Five Amazons were instantly ripped apart, and one had her skull split open in a bloody mess.
The rest of them backed away, more out of fear than wary. They watched in a spine-chilling fear as the green haired giant brought his bloodied hand close to his mouth and licked the blood out of it, all the while smiling at them.
"Perhaps it is time to end this boring charade." Frieza said softly, tilting his head to the right "I have a joy ride for you girls, so which one of you would like to volunteer ?"
The Amazons shielded themselves and stuck out their spears at him, forming a battle formation in response.
"How shy of you ? Here, let daddy pick one himself." His eyes fell on a random young blonde in her late teens, looking somewhat frightened by the entire events that had unfolded before her. Judging by her age, she was probably new to the ways of true war.
"You, the bimbo blonde." He pointed at her. They all saw a momentarily flash of pink light escape from his finger, and a second later, the blonde was floating about two feet in the air, flailing her arms and legs wildly in order to get back to the ground, a terrified look on her face.
" no !" But before they could catch hold of her, she was sailing upwards on her own soaring towards the sky at breakneck speed.
"Help me !" She cried, looking down below, trying to reach for her sisters down below.
Frieza merely closed his fist after had gained the desired altitude and just like that, she exploded in mid-air showering the women down below with chunks of meat and bones.
"Oops ! I think I just blew it out of proportions." He chuckled sadistically, enjoying the look of hatred and disgust for him in their eyes.
"You are a monster !"
Every woman who stood there gave their way to a woman carrying a giant axe in her hand. A tall pretty blonde with well-developed muscles made her way through wearing a silver tiara with a star mark on the forehead and armour that seemed to be made up of leather straps. She stopped right in front of the infantry, with the handle of the axe clutched in both hands.
"My queen, why did you come here in your condition ?" One of them begged, the leader of the troops.
"What do you expect Phillipus ? That I sit there in the comfort of my chamber, while my soldiers die mercilessly at the hands of these tyrants ?"
"You all are sluts, that much I find out for myself." Frieza eyed the Queen with curiosity "But hypocrites too ? You call us tyrants, when you yourselves have done things nothing short of horrendous. You rape and murder innocent men to satisfy your own needs. Men who have mothers, sisters, daughters much like you. You claim to be the saviours of womanhood and yet you destroy the lives of those very same women you claim to protect. You kill maternity each time a boy child is born within your ranks, discarding him to the wild or drowning him in the rivers. I have studied your history, Amazons and found out that you are nothing but a bunch of uncivilized murderous horny women. The truth is that you talk of peace but what you actually crave for is war."
"What are you here for ?" Hippolyta asked.
"We are here to offer you a second chance, to civilize you, to save you from this barbarism and lead you to a better world. Just surrender to us. Think of your people, queen."
"What if I say no ?"
Frieza dropped his head in disappointment, letting out a long sigh while doing that.
"You Amazons continue to disappoint us. You disappointed me with your pathetic resistance, you disappointed Broly with your women and now you disappoint the Planet Trade Organisation with your defiance."
"Then let me turn this island to dust, my Lord ! These blasphemous bastards won't even know what hit them !" Broly's mouth had turned into a snarl, a tiny ball of green energy forming in his hand, ready to obliterate the entire island at a moment's notice.
"Easy Broly !" Frieza calmed him down "It will be a waste of such a fine treasure if you do that. Take the queen, Broly, she will be a fine gift to our soldiers."
Broly gave a menacing smile to Hippolyta, revealing the true intention behind Frieza's words.
"If you take a step, I shall slay where you stand, monster !" She warned him through gritted teeth, pointing her giant axe towards the advancing Saiyan.
"No !" One of the Amazons jumped and clung herself to the giant's foot, trying to slow his advance. Broly noticed this, and with a slight step crushed her head into a pool of red.
Hippolyta cried and lunged at him, but she was immediately stopped by doing so.
"Not in your condition, my queen !" Phillipus voice sounded that of fear and concern.
"But general, look at how they mock us !"
"We'll take care of that !" The Thermiscyran general put back her helmet and ran towards Broly with her army in the tow. They were simply swatted away by the maniac one by one, thrown in the air, thrown many feet away, he didn't want to hurt anyone, but it was straining, holding himself back like that, one blast could have ended them in an instant. Hippolyta was all by herself now, her army had been neutralized and the monster was coming for her.
The axe, despite its size, was not of much use as a full swing from the Thermiscyran queen didn't even break his skin. Another blow was blocked, and the axe snatched from her hand and broken in two. Hippolyta felt a hard slap land on her face, for she had never faced anyone of this strength before, not even Zeus. The force of it simply knocked her down, and broke a tooth, her lips reddening on its impact. She howled in pain as Broly picked her up by her hair.
Bringing her to the eye level, he purred softly with a sadistic smile on his face,
"It gives me such pleasure to see you in pain ! Scream for me !"
He cocked his right fist back, ready to deliver a face-cracking blow.
"No ! Wait ! Don't do that !" Phillipus cried.
"Let her know what it means to defy us." Frieza barked.
"Please don't ! She's pregnant !"
"Broly stop ! Leave her !"
The Saiyan immediately acted on his master's orders. The queen fell over four feet into the ground with a hard thud, clutching her stomach. Broly pinned her down by placing his foot over her neck.
"Did I just hear that ?" Frieza confirmed, turning towards Phillipus.
"Yes. She is with child."
"And who's bastard child is she carrying around ?"
"Our father, Zeus'."
"The sex-starved oldie ? The one who fucks his own sister ?"
"If you mean by Hera's husband, yes. Zeus and Hera are our primal deities." Phillipus answered calmly, despite Frieza's abuses to their Gods.
"What your Zeus sees in mortal women is beyond me. I've seen some ancient pictures depicting Hera, the nude ones and my assumption at that time was that he would have never cheated on his wife. But, have you changed my views !"
"Yes, he is a cheater, now please leave our island. Leave us to our own ways." Phillipus pleaded, getting up with much difficulty; the Saiyan's swat was very painful.
"But we came here to stay, not to leave ! Broly take Hippolyta, she'll be of use once the child is born."
"No ! Wait !" She ran towards Broly, who had not yet removed his foot from the queen's neck "Your name is Broly, right ? Please spare her !"
Then she reached for the latch on her armour, and removing it, stripped completely down to her nude form, revealing smooth tanned skin, a pair of firm well-shaped breasts and a voluptuous figure that could have put any Victoria's Secret Model to shame.
"Take me instead !" Phillipus said, spreading her arms out.
"No ! Phillipus what are you doing !" Hippolyta screamed from beneath Broly's foot.
"I am neither interested in you nor in any of your women. They are too fragile for me. And I am only taking the whore queen for my comrades. But, if you wish to replace her with yourself, ask him, he's the boss." Broly flicked his thumb over his shoulder towards Frieza.
"Please, take me and leave !"
"Done !" Frieza said after a thoughtful silence "You will see how kind we are. Even though you defied us, who wanted you to pull you away from the path of barbarism, we still have enough heart to forgive you, for we are merciful. In return you will lead the Amazons that we have captured, to my soldiers who have spent years without women. As for me, I am not interested in any women, you will not disturb me nor look for me when you are in the ship."
"Your dogs will not get any pleasure from us ! We'd rather die than be your slaves !" Hippolyta cried loudly moving her arms and hands to get out from beneath the giant's foot.
"Slaves ?! Who said I want slaves ? Think of it as a symbiotic mutual relationship; you need children, my men need pleasure. And you won't need to slaughter the men you sleep with, and neither do you have to murder your own sons. If it's a girl then keep it, and if a boy is born, hand it over to us. We will recruit him in our army or see what can be done. You won't have to hear a mother's wail over the loss of her son, and what else, I will allow the Amazon offsprings to meet their mothers when they want to. I am not here to exterminate your race, but rather to save it from downfall. You love your land, keep it, we will not interfere with it. Now say, will you get a more kind and merciful administrator ? Other than Planet Trade Organisation ? What have your Gods done anyway, other than declaring themselves as Gods, a title they are not even fit to wear, both in terms of power and morality."
Broly let go off Hippolyta, who hissed before getting up to her feet.
"My queen, please ! There are a few sisters who are against our senseless tradition of hatred against men. We will never get a chance like this again !" Phillipus embraced her queen in a tearful hug and whispered something in her ears, words of encouragement "That child you are carrying is our last hope. Pray to Hera that she will grow strong and end all this."
Hippolyta looked dazed at Phillipus, a woman she trusted the most in times of need, or whenever she needed some advice. What she had said today was sure to have some impact.
"So, do you agree to our treaty ?" Frieza looked straight at Hippolyta unblinking, unrelenting.
Hippolyta remained silent, torn between two choices; fight for honour and die foolishly in anonymity or retreat today to fight for a better tomorrow, for a better hope.
"Hippolyta ? You are testing my patience."
In the end, she chose hope.
"Agreed.".
PLANET TRADE ORGANISATION SHIP
"What was the point of all that, my lord ? I could have blinked the entire island away !" Broly complained, not having to get to destroy something.
"And you think I could not ?" Frieza shot back "Look at the Amazons, the inclusion of their DNA in the genepool of our soldiers will be invaluable. You must have seen how skilled they are. I can only imagine the hybrids' capabilities."
At that time, Zarbon joined the conversation,
"But half of them will be daughters, my Lord."
"What can they do, when I will force my entire soldiers to exclusively carry the Y chromosome ?"
The smirk on Frieza's face said it all.
"My Lord ! Always making brilliant plans. You are smarter than even the inhabitants of Krypton."
Zarbon's casual remark killed the smile on his face. The mention of the doomed planet, brought back memories from two years ago. When he had led an invasion against Krypton. Where he had almost died by the hands of an unstoppable killing machine unleashed upon him by the damned race, if not for Broly. He drifted back in those memories.
Sorry for the rushed chapter and not so good grammar, but I promise the quality will improve upon the next chapter, when Frieza has a flashback of what transpired on Krypton two years ago.
I chose Frieza as the antagonist in this story because he is the freakin best in my opinion. He has the cold heart of a tyrant and a sadistic humour. He was feared by all before Goku turned Supr Saiyan.
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