Empires and Gods
By: Supr
A/N: I'm stupid for coming up with this on a school night at 12 am. I kinda need to write though, so here it is.
Chapter 1:
An elliptical shaped cruiser wandered through the great cosmic expansion, exploring the vast areas of darkness. There lacked nearby stars that could illuminate the cold spherical rocks floating in the void of space. It is simply a black area, where any star was too far away to bring warmth to these lifeless dwarf planets that had nothing to orbit. It's an area of isolation that is left unexplored by explorers; nothing of outer interest ever came to it. Nobody knew it was there, other than the ones who reside it. It isn't talked about, but by those who live there. In some cases, such great legends would begin in the darkest of backwaters. Aspirations grow, and out of it follows a potential rivaled by no other. Here, it is where things of astounding greatness may undergo. The question is whether or not it evolves past its dilemma of unpopular stalemate against the one and only route to recognition and power.
That's the question an alien had thought about his whole life, leading up to this point. He stood next to the front window of the ship, staring out at the stars which seemed to keep his mind rummaging through thoughts constantly. Everything appeared to be of great lengths away; the stars, planets, and even the comets streaming by on the blue moon were never within conceivable reach. Nothing could be at arm's length, but history has foretold that figuratively, one could control everything with a single hand. Someone could extend an arm further than anyone else with the brilliant concept of power. Such a thing is what causes one to influence all. The alien, who appeared to be experiencing the effects of age had enjoyed himself of the idea, only halting at the seemingly impossible obstacle of the overwhelming power of others. However, it seems that power has died down ever since the fall of Frieza. Even when the rumors came of his resurrection, it's merely a short demise afterward within four short months. Their empire has decayed like any other in history, only that another will rise and reach limits that surpass the ones that existed prior. In only a matter of time, empires will rise to the point of meeting the gods and seeing them as equal instead of worshiping them. The small-time ruler, who appeared to have green, scaly skin all over with a humanoid like body, determined himself to reach that goal. His facial structure, consisting of a thick jawline and a forehead appearing to be brought forward forming a dome-like structure around the top of the skull. Below the forehead was almost like a thick stem for the dome-skull, where the circumference is significantly smaller than above the eyebrows, like a man wearing a helmet, only permanently attached. His shoulders were broad and stocky, but the body becomes much thinner at the waist. The biceps were also thin, though contrary to the rather thick forearms. The legs, however, were steadily consistent all the way down.
The ship interior seemed to be lit very dimly, allowing for a wonderful view of the cosmos. Most of the light that resided in the room were computer screens and the faint glow of buttons on the keyboards, all designed in an orderly manner around the perimeter of the room, operated by aliens of the same race. Others stood by and guarded the doorways. Another had approached the alien man who stood right at the large window that encompassed the whole wall. She appeared to be much younger and more feminine, appearing with less broad shoulders and larger hips.
"We have more news, sir." The woman informed. The man didn't move his gaze at all, not lending any signs that he acknowledged the statement, which he did. He didn't feel like turning to the woman is all.
"Well?" was all that came out. He didn't feel like processing what was to come next, most likely what he would probably predict to be trivial matters. It's probably something that has to do with the ship's fuel supply and whatnot.
"Frieza's empire has officially disbanded."
The old man's eyes widened, immediately shifting his gaze to the woman, who had taken a small step back from witnessing the man's sudden surprise at the news. He then turned around to see all of the other operators staring back up at the general. He then cleared his throat, raising his three-fingered hand in front of his mouth before speaking.
"This day would come," the old man spoke, turning back to face the window.
"I have said this many times. No empire lasts forever, so we take our opportunity and make the best of it. Set a course of Frieza planet 001. Our objective is to take control, and capture all of the living organisms that inhabit the area, and feed them to our newly constructed mother prototype. Contact all of our brothers and sisters about the news, and have them proceed with the plan too." He explained, staring straight out into the cosmos as he said it. A new age will occur, and it will be his turn to take over the galactic throne, which an old tyrant once sat on.
. . .
A young man wearing glasses sat in front of his desk late at night, studying as any scholar would do from time to time. He still wore the same clothing, consisting of brown khakis and a green cardigan. He examined his papers closely, reviewing the information he had as he began producing content of his own as well. Normally, he'd like to step outside of his bedroom and play hero for a little bit, but his schedule is gradually becoming busier and busier as time goes on.
It was only then when a loud crash occurred just then, erupting a minor earthquake just nearby. He was too busy dwelling in his thoughts instead of noticing the energies that sprung up from the source of the crash. The young man almost felt a bit of relief sweeping through him. Normally, a sudden invasion from outer space would concern him a lot, but an excuse to take off was something he couldn't ask more of.
"Speak of the devil," Gohan mused, stepping out of his chair. The energies that came from the ship were rather small and frail, so this sudden occurrence couldn't be more disturbing than a typical crime scene. Even so, the half-Saiyan still couldn't help but grit his teeth; his previous experiences with aliens were never delightful. Maybe this time things could go smoothly, like most of the robberies that he deals with as the Great Saiyaman.
Gohan quickly took off for the front door, waving to Videl who appeared to be sitting on the couch cradling Pan, "I'll be back in a bit." He said. Videl only looked up at Gohan, getting a slight glance at him before the door was shut. Having felt the explosion as well, Videl had a sense of worry for Gohan, looking back down at the baby who was sound asleep.
Within moments Gohan approached the crash landing, witnessing all of the citizens scatter about from up in the sky. Luckily nobody seemed to be hurt or anything, only with the exception of those who were caught up in the crash. Gohan saw the ship from a distance, appearing to be one of Frieza's ships, only that it landed with a chunk of its side buried into the Earth. Gohan's eyebrows immediately arched, feeling bits of hatred aroused at the sight of the ship. It seemed different, however, seeing as the spaceship hadn't landed properly at all. Though he may be angry, the young scholar could only wonder about what's going about this. A mixture of nervousness and curiosity enveloped him. Frieza was monster, yes. But his men weren't really much of a problem at all. He'll be sure to protect the people, and most importantly his wife and daughter who only sat a few blocks away from the landing.
Gohan landed just yards away from the edge of the crater the ship had left. The citizens already cleared the area, but none of Frieza's soldiers came out yet. He stood there waiting, having his costume already activated by the time he took off from his apartment. Patiently, he waited for the soldiers to pile out of the ship in an unorganized fashion, scattering about with no real objective other than to simply destroy whatever crosses their paths. From the entrance of the interior, a voice shouted, "Go men! Kill everything you see and spread our power! The Appulian Empire shall reign supreme!"
A war cry emitted from all of the soldiers who took part in the attack. The one who shouted those words barely had an edge in power level over the others, making Gohan question whether or not these were actually Frieza's men. However, he didn't bother wasting time. The soldiers who tried to escape the tunnel were quickly knocked out by Gohan. The leader of the pack stood dead in his tracks, seeing all of the bodies of his men fall straight to the ground. Gohan, in his Great Saiyaman costume, landed square on his feet several yards away from the alien leader inside the crater. The alien trembled, much to Gohan's expectations. Could he blame him? All of his men were wiped out in an instant.
The alien gritted his teeth, "Just who are you?"
Gohan smirked, seeing the opportunity arise. He then fixed himself into a bizarre pose. "Here we go! I'm the man with the plan, to uplift the good! And root out the bad, 'till we're living like we should!"
He continued on spouting off awkward lines, forming a different pose throughout each phrase. The alien had a confused look, contemplating whether or not his opponent was taking him seriously.
"...and that's why I am the Great Saiyaman!"
Gohan had finished with a strange looking pose, where he positioned one hand on the ground with the other straight up. His legs were almost doing the splits as well, and Gohan's head was tilted forty-five degrees over.
The alien was dumbfounded, unable to speak upon what was displayed before him. The bizarre scene could have been enough to convince him to leave, let alone the fact that his men were slaughtered.
Gohan switched back to a neutral stance after a moment of the edgy silence. He instead, began focusing on more serious matters rather than his appearance.
"What brings you here? Aren't you supposed to be a part of Frieza's army?" He questioned.
The alien gulped a little, hesitant to speak, "W-well. Frieza is dead, and his empire has officially disbanded. So I'm leading my own."
Gohan raised a brow. Frieza was surely dead, considering what happened months ago. But it's a bit of a surprise to see that his empire has fallen so shortly after his demise. Normally one would think that his empire would still be around considering how it lasted all of those years before they came to Earth.
"Hmmph. Well, I don't want to see you terrorizing Earth or any other planet for the matter. If I catch you doing it, I won't hesitate to end it once and for all!" Gohan spoke in a brave tone, sounding heroic.
The alien quickly nodded his head and dashed back to the ship's entrance without a second thought. He was already scared enough as it is and didn't want to take any risks at all. Unlike many others in the once powerful empire, he could pick his fights wisely. At the very least he knows who to not fight with afterall.
The ship had already taken off, and Gohan watched as it returned to the sky, never to return again in the name of a branched off group of soldiers once a part of Frieza's army. Whatever it was, Gohan was just glad that nobody got killed from this invasion. Generally speaking, there was never a good reputation with keeping people safe from invaders of space. Last time Frieza came, he completely demolished an entire city!
"You arrived quicker than I expected." a deep, serious voice spoke out from behind. Gohan turned his head around to see a familiar man dressed in a cape and turban.
"Piccolo!" the young man greeted. Piccolo returned a faint smirk, walking towards the crater that Gohan stood in.
"So Frieza's army is still out for revenge, huh?" Piccolo questioned, scanning the crater as he said so.
"No, Frieza's army has disbanded." Gohan corrected.
"Then what's with the pointless invasion?" Piccolo questioned. "They must have formed smaller armies after being disbanded to cause this." the green man mused, halting at the edge of the crater.
"You hit the nail on the head, Piccolo." he said. Gohan walked off to the edge of the crater, "Well, my work is done here. There's nothing left to deal with after all. I need to catch up on my studies. Cya Piccolo!"
Piccolo didn't respond to his farewell, diving deep into thought regarding the short, but sudden invasion that just occurred. Gohan flew off back to his home with Videl, as Piccolo simply stood there, taking a last glance at the crater before going back to training himself.