The Frog

Chiller rose from his throne, as the last captive had been brought before him, been scrutinized, then blasted into non existence. No saiyans were found. But he appeared optimistic, a different prize capturing his imagination.

"Listen men, as it stands, the first one to find me a saiyan gets a promotion,"

Cheering whipped up at that.

"But now, we have another goal," Chiller smiled, "Find me the dragon balls! Interrogate any being you find! Any one who brings me one of these seven golden, red starred spheres will also be promoted up a full rank, no exceptions!"

The cheering went up several decibels at that.

"Move out!" he roared, as thousands of soldiers blazed out like a hive of excited bees, each trying to beat each other to the prize.

Many, many people were about to die.

Far away, and to the west, a small pond enclosed in an arboretum sat relatively undisturbed. It's inhabitants carrying on with their lives. Save two little frogs, who appeared to be on a journey.

{Hey dad, where are we going?} the little frog asked, as the larger one led it away from the pond and the rest of the frogs.

{Well Junior, I believe I've told you that every few years, a new leader of the village must be chosen, right?}

{Wait! But that's not unless the old chief dies! You're too young to die, dad!} the young frog cried.

{True, usually this happens when the chief is older... but my leg is really annoying me. That bitch housekeeper stepped on it a year ago and it's bothered me ever since!}

{Wh-What! ? Dad, that's no reason to die!}

{What? Oh, no, listen... just come with me, everything will be clear pretty soon.} the older frog groaned, picking up the pace.

{No dad! I'm not ready for this, nor am I willing to see you die!} the young frog cried, halting in place.

{For goodness sake!} the frog groaned, head in hand, {Fine! We'll do it here, big baby. I was really hoping to get farther away, but whatever.}

{What! ? Do what, dad?} the little frog questioned, worried.

{It'll all be clear soon,} the older frog grinned, bringing his little green arms up to the side of his head, {Change, n-!}

A blast of light suddenly illuminated the room.

{What the hell was that?} the older frog whispered, looking out the window of the arboretum.

{Dad! I'm scared!}

{Hold up, dummy, we're not done yet!} the older frog growled, but the younger frog had already started hopping back to the pond.

The older frog gave chase, until something made every window of the arboretum shatter.

{What... was that what I think it was?} the older frog seethed to himself, staring out at the horizon, as a figure blasted around in the distance. Firing down energy and destroying things.

{No... way!} the older frog thought, jumping towards the edge of the arboretum housing.

{Dad! What the hell are you doing! ? We need to get back to the pond!} the little frog croaked back to him, halfway back himself.

{Yes! What a beautiful sight!} the amphibian thought to himself, leaping happily out of the structure. There were soldiers in the distance... and their armor, though different in color and style, was definitely familiar to him. But those beautiful things attached to their heads, they were unmistakable!

{Dad! Come back!}

{You're chief now, son! Goodbye forever!} the frog waved to his son, before launching away, full speed. He never looked back.

"I'm not gonna ask again," the german-shepherd like dog man looking alien growled, hoisting a woman up and aiming his gun at another one of the hostages his partner was holding captive, "Where are the dragon balls and saiyans! ?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about! Are those even real things or you just demented! ?" she cried back, at the end of her rope.

"Not good enough," he growled, blasting another person away.

"Noo!" she cried, as the rest of the survivors collectively whimpered.

"I'm starting to think they really don't know, Spike." the partner offered, a pit bull like dog alien.

"So what Rex, we just kill em all?"

"No! Don't! Please! I'll do anything!" the crowd collectively begged.

Spike shrugged.

"Alright, one more time, WHERE ARE THE DRAGON BALLS, AND WHERE ARE THE SAIYANS! ?" he roared into the woman's face, as he aimed the gun into the crowd again.

"Just cause you say it louder, doesn't mean I understand it any better!" she cried.

"Fail!" he barked, yet again blasting another innocent to smithereens.

"Why! Just describe them at least! What is the point of this? We're all gonna die for not knowing alien lingo!" the crowd whined out.

"Damn it! There's only seven dragon balls, and three saiyans! If we don't get a move on, neither of us will get the prize!" Rex complained.

"But these humans are so tough to break though! They must love these damn saiyans to hell and back to protect them with their lives!"

"I don't even know what a saiyan is!" the girl yelled.

"Don't lie to me!"

"At least give up the dragon balls!" the pit bull persuaded, "They're things for god sake! Aren't your lives more important than things?"

"Just, please just, just," the woman began to cry, "Just stop being so... so stupid!"

"Stupid! ?" the Spike growled, as he flung her into the stratosphere.

"Darn it Spike, she was the only one with black hair! The only one that could have been a saiyan!" Rex growled, "Now this whole lot is worthless."

He blasted away the rest of their human captives at that.

"Guess we'll just have to get a new batch," Spike growled, "I wish I knew what these damn monkey people smelled like though, it be a lot more helpful than 'bad hair cuts and tails'."

"Guess we'll just have to make do," Rex groaned stepping forward, only to stop as a frog jumped out in front of him, "Wait, what's this?"

Normally, something like this wouldn't be enough to deter him, but this frog was making a bunch of crazy gestures, almost like it was sentient.

"Hey Spike, check out this crazy frog! It's like he's trying to communicate!"

The other dog man raised an eyebrow, than scrutinized it carefully.

"Rex, I think... he's making fun of you!" Spike exclaimed.

The frog looked at him incredulously.

"What? … You're right! Look at that! He's saying I'm a clown or something!" Rex sputtered with rage, jumping to conclusions, "I'm gonna kill him!"

The frog continued to make an 'x' with his arms and shake his head 'no' with a passion, throughout this line of thought.

"Wait a minute Rex," Spike roared, throwing an arm out in front of his partner dramatically, "Let's see what the scouter says about his power level!"

"What! ?" Rex seethed.

"We don't know what we're dealing with here! Maybe he's not just talk?"

"... Good thinking!" Rex growled worriedly, eying the amphibian. To go this far to insult him... the balls on this frog.

"Oh, my, god." Spike said, taking his scouter off.

"WHAT! WHAT! What's it say?"

Spike turned to him slowly, his face frozen in fear.

"It's over 9 thousandths!"

"NO WAY!" Rex seized, falling backwards and grabbing at his chest, "NO WAY!"

"Gah ha ha ah ah ahaha hah!" Spike began cackling like a nut at that, dropping his scouter as a laughing fit over took him.

"Wh- why are you laughing! ?" Rex demanded, as he stared terrified at the frog.

"It's thousandths, thousand-ths!" Spike managed to sputter, despite his continued laughing, "To be exact, it's power level is exactly 0.01, sir!"

"Why you first class ass hole, I outta kill you!" Rex growled, jumping back to his feet.

"Ah come on, it was just a joke boss!" Spike whimpered.

"Boss, eh?" an unfamiliar voice asked, "So I'm to assume you're the superior officer?"

Both dog-aliens froze in place at that.

"... Who's talking?" Rex growled, looking around, "This another gag, Spike?"

"No!" he defended, looking around too.

"Cause I really will kill you if it is!" Rex warned, raising his fist.

"Wait!" Spike yelped, "Is... is that frog wearing a scouter?"

"I'm sorry, mister dog, but as a superior officer in this man's army, I'm going to have to commandeer that vessel." Captain Ginyu grinned fully.

It was to be his final expression, as a frog.