AN ASSASSIN HID IN MY ROOM

By General Zarbon

Goodnight everyone, and much thanks for having me. I see that this particular site is the place to share eerie experiences, and, believe me, in my line of work and my general status, I've a treasure trove of stories. Most of these do involve, of course, the living, and were more frequent than not. The story I'm about to share with you all is one of the most terrifying and mind-boggling things I've ever experienced myself. This is basically the pinnacle of shocking moments for me, because of when and where it happened.

There are some very important aspects of this story that you all must know: first, this happened many, many years ago, back when I had just started working for Frieza. Everyone in this time was years younger than what you all know them to be; for instance, I was only eighteen at the time, and Frieza was only seventeen. Another important thing to note is that this was a while after his one year anniversary as the PTO Overlord, which basically means he had not been in power for much time and, as a result, was a tad bit oblivious to certain things.

So, now that you all know that, I will get into the actual encounter. This story begins on a planet named Planet Urne, which was in the centre of the organization's vital hub back in the days. It was a pick-up, drop-off planet, so to speak, with the locals being utilized as couriers and refreshers for Frieza and his men. We had been on this planet for three days for a breather and to stock up on some supplies. We were heading back to the main base, which at this time was Frieza 001. That planet is now more or less defunct and rarely ever used for anything other than a reconditioning station. Anyway, like I said before, Frieza had only been in power for a year by this point, and there were a lot of people who weren't exactly happy about that.

Something you all should know that is very crucial to the actual incident is, that for the first five years as emperor, Frieza had a slew of assassination attempts made on his life. There were already the rumbling of rebels and hot spots, and there were several people who wanted him die, and I'm sure you all could guess why. As unbelievable as this may sound, however, those five years were quite possibly the only years where he was most lenient and honestly was not as bad as he is known today. He wasn't a good guy, not by a long shot, but he wasn't entirely genocidal either. However, this was the most dangerous period for him, as these attacks were spontaneous and could come from anywhere.

Planet Urne was one of the planets that had some of the anarchists, and he knew this very well but did not care in the slightest. Just remember that he was more than capable of handling himself, even as an adolescent, so he saw no need for worry. However, his previous security detail did, and while most of us were out and about, a few soldiers were stationed on the ship to ensure that no one got on or tried anything risky. During this time period, I wasn't exactly his right-hand yet, but due to my power, he did show some favour to me, and I was one of the people who were allowed to leave the ship and explore the planet.

Planet Urne was a very gorgeous planet, tropical with clear bodies of water and trees. It was like the perfect tourist destination. It was the end of the third day, and most of us had been off the ship for the entire day. Frieza had wrapped up his business a little later than expected, and by the time he was ready to depart, it had been night time on the planet for a good while.

When we got back to the ship, the head of the security detail appeared worried. He reported to Frieza that one of his men had been cut down after encountering a stowaway on the ship, and that this person was still on board somewhere. Something I should add is that this was years before scouters, so communication was dreadfully slow back then. This revelation of a possible stowaway made most of us uneasy, but Frieza was not too concerned about it, and just ordered a massive search of the ship, and we departed soon after. I was very tired so I just headed straight for my room; I was one of the few people who had the luxury of having their own room on the ship, due to Frieza's favouritism.

My room was average sized and pretty standard; a bed in one corner, a closet and writing desk. Normally I would take off the standard armour that we wore back then and put it in the closet, but this one time, I was too tired and simply placed it at the side of my bed. This would prove to be a grave mistake… I had been asleep for a few hours when I suddenly woke up. I did not know what had woken me up, but I had the strangest feeling that there was something wrong with my room. I looked around but saw nothing out of place; at that very moment, an announcement came over the intercom. It said that the stowaway still had not been found, and for everyone to keep an eye out.

I was very uncomfortable now, but did not feel like I was in any immediate danger. I thought, with the location of my room being so out of the way that I had nothing to really worry about. This was another grave mistake I made. I just lay in bed and tried to get back to sleep. For some reason, I kept looking in the direction of my closet, as though I could sense something from it. I hadn't noticed anything odd about it before, and with the dark it was pretty much impossible… but I still had a strong feeling that there was something that I should have been worried about. I had and still do have great intuition and usually trusted my gut instinct.

Deciding to debunk my irrational fear, I formed an energy ball on my finger that was big enough to illuminate the room… and what I saw standing near my closet will forever be burnt into my memory. There was a man, at least I thought it was a man, thin and small, standing perfectly still by the door of the closet. He was wearing clothes customary to the Urnians and looked to be one, too. When he realized that he'd been spotted, he ran to the door, threw it open and dashed out. I sat there in shock for a few seconds, trying to make sense of what just happened and looking back and forth at the closet and my cabin door.

It didn't take me too long to regain my senses, and I sprang out of my bed and into the hall where I built-in comm device was located. I remember telling the person on the line that someone had been in my room, and that they were somewhere on the ship. In a matter of minutes, an alarm went out and everyone on the ship was forced to look high and low for the intruder. It was about thirty minutes later when the intruder was apprehended in the engine room, and what I learnt later is truly startling. Of course, this was the person that had gotten rid of the two guards and snuck on to the ship; he was, in fact, an assassin that was after Frieza.

They found a knife laced with poison on his person, as well as a homemade sleep elixir, that I suppose he thought would knock his lordship out. When he realized that he was being searched for, he hid in my room for the very same reason that I thought that I'd be safe – it was set away from the others and was inconsequential at best. He had not been found by the security team because they had not searched the barracks, and he had been in my room the entire time we were out. What he planned to do was sneak out of my room when I went to sleep, but then I woke up and caught him. I'm sure I don't have to tell you all what became of him once he was caught, but I think it is noteworthy to say that, after this happened, Frieza really began to pay more attention to me than he already was and, well, this was the starter for me to become his right hand and commander.

In case you all are wondering, no, I did suffer PTSD or any of that due to this encounter, but it has been something that was ingrained into my memory for years now and I believe it deserves to be here. So, would-be assassin that took refuge in my room, and was thwarted by me suddenly waking up… I know we will never meet. Frieza made sure of that.