Chapter 25
A/N: Hey guys! Glad to bring you the latest chapter of Appule's Insurrection! I have surprise in store for yall that makes the Meta Vegeta thing look "Predictable." Lol or at least I hope.
Recently, I noted my ability to write (Esp descriptive writing) Has went backwards since the Saiyan saga… Mostly because of all the fighting, but that's unacceptable nonetheless. I also saw I've used Smash/Crash/Clash/Smacked way too damn often during this saga. I've gotta step it up for YOU guys! And I shall..
We've got an emotional flashback followed by the fight. Enjoy!
POV - Appule
I opened my eyes and took in the "new" scenery. The once daunting blue grass reduced to ashes. Once breathtaking, now… not so much. The unmistakable smell of smoke flowed through the air, bringing back a memory I would've preferred to forget.
****Flashback****
"Appule." Rang through my ear via the scouter.
"What?" I responded. Clearly displeased that some asshole awoke me from my much needed rest.
"Lord Frieza ordered me to inform you that you've been granted one day to attend the funeral of your home." He paused and I could almost feel the smile growing on his face. "Oh, and that he wishes you a good time!" He added, before the voice bursted out laughing.
A vein surged at the top of my head. "FUCK YOU!" I snapped, and crushed the scouter in an instant. As the green glass dropped to the lustrous floor, I felt an anger that was more unique than any I had ever felt before. I wanted some bastard to PAY for what the sinister tyrant did to me, to MY people! To my family…
I worked my way to the hangar, apparently I had to be escorted while my rank was on probation. I was greeted by Cuarsi. He snorted in disgust. "You're insubordinate… and yet you get a vacation… Why if it were me-" Out of anger, I lunged at him without warning.
The unsuspecting medic took a blow to the nose, and I continued by following up with a few jabs to the stomach before some low levels broke us up.
HOW DARE HE! VACATION MY ASS!
"You scoundrel! I'm WAY stronger than you, I'd like to tear you apart but we have a schedule to follow…" He mocked.
"Yeah, lower rank than me too." I retorted.
(Timeskip/Appule's home)
I took a look at where my house once stood; well… my house is a stretch. After joining the PTO, I was forced to give up my belongings… why pay rent for something I get to visit once or if I were lucky twice… a year!
Now, it was a pile of rubble… A pile of diminished material, melted down into the shape of what one might see in a lava lamp.
The burnt smell was everywhere, probably had something to do with the material of our buildings… why else would it smell like someone stuck Shigilian Torso in the oven for three weeks?
I grunted in remorse, knowing this all drops to one stupid decision I made. Killing the Cordosan King, it had to be the biggest mistake of my life. This will become my greatest regret…
I flew off, to where the main part of the funeral was being held, wondering… Why did Frieza even give me this day off? I pondered it, considering how the Arcosion Prince tended to think and what might be in it for him.
Then it hit me… That bastard! He wants me here, to torment me! He anticipated how I would react to the death of all these people… It's my fault! But HE'S THE ONE WHO MADE IT HAPPEN!
That asshole! He's trying to play with my mind! I thought, as I searched for the bodies of my family members.
I stumbled upon my sister. "Analyss… Forgive me…" I clenched my fists, Frieza's plan was working… nothing I could do to stop it… My legs began to weaken, and I felt like I may need to vomit.
****End Flashback****
POV - Appule
That Spirit bomb packs a punch…
"It's over." I quietly declared, my allies were separated, so I flared my aura, hoping to attract their attention and rally them.
One by one, each fight gathered at the small island I chose to relax on, Dende healed Kershall up again, much to his relief. The dislocated shoulder was repaired as if nothing happened… Handy trick…
When they were finished, I made a gesture with my hand for Kershall to come over to me. "A word…" I said simply. The two of us leapt into the air and got a lil distance from the others just to get out of earshot.
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POV - Piccolo
Dende was about to heal me but I raised a hand in protest. "Wait." I sternly told him. He gave a confused look and turned his eyes to where mine were; on Appule and Kershall. Thanks to my Namekian hearing, I was able to pick up their conversation… unknown to them. I was also sure Dende was listening too now.
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POV - Appule
"I assume this is about the Dragon balls?" He queried.
"Yeah." I answered. "We need one of those wishes… I want to use it to bring back everyone who was killed by a PTO soldier from my home city… I owe it to them."
"And you're unsure that they'll give you the wish?" Kershall asked, as if reading my mind.
"Precisely. Hopefully it won't come down to a fight, but just in case, I want you to-" I cut myself off to shout: "LOOK OUT!"
Too little too late… A perfectly placed Death beam homed in on its target, and violently exploded, the young Namekian healer along with it!
"DENDE!" Piccolo screamed enraged, his Nail side was surely being tormented from what he was unable to stop…
"My, my. You runts have really gone and done it!" Blustered a very pissed off Arcosion.
He looked quite grim, not a bit of the usual, hellish amusement on his face. For the moment, only one of his eyes remained open, scratches, dirt, and physical soreness flowing was visual; the Spirit bomb did a lot of damage… But the psycho remained standing. Frieza's alive!
"I'm going to kill every last one of you MAGGOTS! Starting with YOU!" The evil tyrant declared, pointing a finger at Tien.
A growl of fury escaped Piccolo's lips, and his usually calm demeanor was dissipating into the enraged side that was so commonly seen years ago.
Frieza fired another Death beam. -This one aimed for Tien- Reacting before thinking, I disappeared using Instant transmission and batted the beam away, it spiraled off into a random direction, and decimated a nearby island.
If Frieza were in a better mood, he would've smirked, or perhaps chuckled slightly. But instead, his trademark glare grew even darker.
Our eyes locked, neither blinking, one of us won't be leaving this fight with our life… Question is, who?
"Air or ground?" Frieza asked, breaking the silence.
I prefer the air… but then again, so does Frieza. Stereotypically, all Arcosions fought much better in the air. I knew. It's probably for the best, that I make him as uncomfortable as possible… Anything to raise my chances!
"Ground." I said full heartedly, hiding my true thoughts under a mask comparable to what Vegeta does.
The two of us flew off, and descended onto an island that was in better condition for fighting. I felt the dramatic change in temperature; it was much cooler over here. Damn Spirit bomb must've screwed with the climate back there. I realized.
"This is such a shame Appule. You're throwing it all away."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
He snickered. "You could be such a valuable asset to me. Much better than Zarbon and Dodoria, with the power you have now, you could have just about anything you want." He paused and closed his eyes, which made me realize he managed to open the other one finally.
"You could have almost anything you want, and instead, you choose to die at my hand. You will be remembered for nothing, just a common PTO soldier that disappeared and never came back. You'll be forgotten within a week, if you're even remembered still." He went on.
I felt a vein surge at the top of my head. "YOU KNOW WHAT FRIEZA? You'll be remembered! But not in the way you had hoped! You have always assumed you'd be feared and remembered as the strongest being ever, an unstoppable force. I bet you've even had thoughts about a son continuing your family's psychotic trend! Well GUESS WHAT!? I've not a news flash for you… Lord Frieza." I put as much distaste as possible on the term, 'Lord'.
"In the near future… the Galaxy will see you differently, just you wait. You'll be remembered as King Cold's worthless son that died fighting one of his own men. A total failure of an emperor!" I depicted.
"That's ENOUGH! I've had it with all of you! It's like having a migraine! No matter what I do, none of you will shut up and die!" He ranted.
I decided to keep on pushing. "Someone will say your name, and people will think: 'HAHAHA The so called Arcosion Prince? The one that got killed by one of his own medical soldiers? What a loser!'"
"SHUT UP! You can't even back up your words, you don't stand a candle to ME! YOU KNOW THAT!"
Just a little more… I chuckled and added: "Years and years from now, when your father is long gone, when someone says 'Cold Empire', they'll think of your brother… King Cooler!"
In an enraged battle cry, Frieza shot at me like lightning. He went for a high swung kick to my head first. I had predicted this, and dropped to the ground letting it pass me by. Before the surprised tyrant could adjust, I plunged both feet into his side and sent him reeling away.
He recovered and scowled in annoyance. "DAMN YOU!"
"Need me to examine that? Oh wait… HAHAHA!" I mocked.
His eyes began to twitch. "You've got some nerve… Enjoy this while you can."
I crossed my arms with an amused look. "I will."
Frieza regained a bit of his composure, and laughed. "It's amazing how people change; you're actually starting to sound cockier and more arrogant than Vegeta did."
"Tide is turning… it's happening right now, and there's nothing the 'Mighty Frieza' can do!" I mocked, trying to keep his blood boiling.
Frieza laughed. "Oh, please. Did you really think I would be foolish enough to fall for your bait? You're trying to get me angry, to make my attacks sloppy." He paused and chuckled.
"It wouldn't have worked even if I were such a fool. But, I think killing you will be all the more enjoyable if I keep my cool." He concluded.
I smirked, Vegeta style. "We'll see." Fool, I will find a way to make you angry… it isn't that difficult.
"Your move." He offered.
I darted towards him full speed. I came within five yards of him, and used Instant Transmission to close the distance and catch him by surprise.
I delivered a pounding blow to his gut, followed by thrusting my shoulder into his chin before he could defend himself. I snuck in a few quick jabs before he raised his defense; he easily blocked my punches before choosing to show off his superior speed once more; dodging at point blank range!
Knowing I can't afford to wear myself out like this, I backed off and formed a small, erratic purple globe of electrical energy in my right hand. It morphed into a more stable shape as it charged, as Frieza lunged my way.
Unpredictably, I chose not to dodge or block the incredible force that came in contact with my body. I toughed it out and ignored it, as I sprung my arm into his chest, releasing the attack into the center of his body.
The tyrant propelled me away with a quick swipe with the remainder of his tail. I recovered and realigned my body into its natural position and laughed at him as I watched him try to remove the ball.
"What is this thing!?" He said, sounding slightly panicked.
"Hahahe… I stuck you! A new move I came up with… Do you like it?" I asked sarcastically and laughed a little more.
An admirable explosion went off, along with the tyrant. An undefendable attack. He was still alive, I knew. If he can survive the Spirit bomb, it'll take more than a few explosions to put down.
Soon enough, the incredulous tyrant was revealed. "Is that it? You disappoint me Appule…"
I didn't really expect it to harm him much, but it should've at least fazed him… With a grunt of annoyance, I flew at him and attacked with another vicious flurry of punches. He returned my punches with his own, and a sonic force began to echo across the horizon. Rock mountains crumpled at our feet, blood leaked out of our veins… okay, actually just my veins. I realized.
I managed to send him away with a perfectly timed kick into his chest; he immediately recovered and was back into his bizarre stance. I remained where I was, in my own stance, panting like a dog. He seemed unaffected whatsoever.
"You're stronger than you were before I nearly broke you… How is that?" Frieza demanded. He was right; I felt stronger, faster, more durable and had an easier time spotting his movements than before. I had assumed it was all in my head, surely that's impossible… right? Suppose it doesn't matter, either way, it's not enough.
A powerful gust of wind warped around Frieza, and his aura flared for a moment. Is this it? This is how it ends?
His aura flickered away, and he smiled sardonically. "I've increased my power a little. Just for you!" He cackled.
I grunted in surprise. Surely he couldn't increase by THAT much? Then again… that's what we thought each time he transformed, sure as hell were wrong. I reflected, as Frieza closed in.
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POV - Piccolo
At this point, Appule was getting thrashed by Frieza, barely retaliating at all! "We have to jump in."
"What!? He was already way out of our league, and he just powered up again! I'm sick of this suicide mission!" Denal objected.
I allowed a grim smile to creep onto my face. "Really now? Is that why you haven't done anything on this battlefield? You coward." I challenged.
"What I-"
"Don't want to hear it." Tien interjected. "Piccolo's right. You are useless, and we should do everything we can to help out. Appule's our best chance at ever beating that monster."
"Let's go then." Goku said, in a serious voice.
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POV - Appule
I laid on the ground, coughing up blood as Frieza continued to beat me to the death… I began to lose my consciousness. I'm a total disgrace…
*****Dreamworld****
I found myself standing up, uninjured, armor shiny and new, surrounded by nothing but pitch black everywhere.
"Is this hell?" I wondered.
"No." Snapped a voice that suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
I turned to face the voice, and saw the familiar sight of a pointy haired Saiyan Prince.
"You're alive. And you're the only one who has a chance of beating that freak."
"Where are we!?" I demanded.
"I've crept into your mind thanks to the assistance of some telepathic imbecile down in hell."
I didn't respond, my mind was racing with thoughts. I'm alive? Why didn't Frieza finish me off? Is this even really happening? Or am I imagining it…
"We don't have time to waste! So listen, and listen carefully! I'm only going to say this ONCE!" He warned.
"I'm sure you noticed the substantial increase in your power level after that healer boy took care of you. There is a reason for that…"
"Go on…" I encouraged.
"I didn't want to believe it, but when I shared the Big Gete Star's energy, it wasn't FOR YOU. It was for my own selfish reasons! What I didn't realize however, was that I shared fragments of my own genetics."
I couldn't help but blurt out: "What!?"
"It's true, I was linked to the Big Gete Star, therefore, you have inherited part of me."
I stood in silence. How could I not notice something like that? "It's because of my genetics, that you inherited the ability to come back stronger after a near-death experience."
"It's also how I obtained the Instant-Transmission, right?"
"No actually, I received that knowledge when the Big Gete Star took me in… But that's not the point! You have part of my genes in you! Saiyan genes! You must be the one to defeat Frieza! Avenge the Saiyan race! Your new blood cannot resist the urge to take on a challenge like this!"
I grunted. I can't say I was thrilled about the revelation that my genes were mixed with a monkey…
"WAKE UP!... and slay that dishonorable bastard! For everyone he's enslaved and every warrior he killed for his own amusement! Kill him for EVERYTHING!" He commanded of me, as if just by being the Saiyan Prince made him my liege.
After one last smirk, his image disappeared, and I was alone in the darkness once more. The Saiyan Prince was residing in hell…
Half of me was disgusted, I was part Saiyan now… At least my physical appearance wasn't affected. The other half was burning for revenge, a feeling inside me like none I had ever felt before began to rise… Of all the people, I never thought Vegeta would be the one to throw my emotions over the edge. But one thing he said set me off.
"For everyone he's enslaved and every warrior he killed for his own amusement!" He's taken men of many races across the entire galaxy, as does his brother, and their Father…
They bribe races, leaving us no choice but to throw our lives away to serve, or else our entire race suffers the consequence. Death.
One mistake, and he'll obliterate you. One mistake, he could decide to beat you up, and if you dare resist, you die anyway for your defiance.
My anger continued to rise, as my thoughts dug deeper and deeper…
I made a mistake of my own… he didn't beat me up; he didn't kill me, no. No, he killed my home town, along with everyone I ever knew that didn't wear the PTO uniform! AND… AND then Zarbon DARED call me lucky!
I would have preferred death over that! And I didn't get it… So what's the next best thing?
Frieza's head on a platter!
"RAAAAAW!" I screamed as my rage reached its peak. The darkness surrounding me turned to pure white, white emptiness, nothing there at all…
My blood pressure continued to raise, veins continuing to surge, a purple aura growing larger than ever before! Something snapped… and it was all gone…
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POV- Appule (Reality)
My eyes shot open, and I jumped up, scanning my surroundings, finding the familiar terrain of Namek… I indeed was still alive, and the rage I released brought me back from the brink of death. That rage had carried on to reality too… I'm back! And I'll be DAMNED if I go to hell without taking Frieza with me!
"Back for more, are we?" Mocked a familiar, feminine voice behind me. I turned around and saw him hovering above, he held Corser by the throat, and released him, extending his hand…
"No, DON'T!" I protested, as a purple Death Beam glided through his head.
"Too late." He mocked, and enjoyed a laugh of victory. I looked around, Piccolo and Kershall were the only ones left…and their power levels were dangerously low.
"Bastard!..."
He continued to laugh. "What are you going to do? Kill me ? HAHAHA!"
"Kill you?" I spat, my teeth beginning to grit, fists clenched, my veins nearly blew… "No, I'm not going to kill you… you don't deserve the Warrior's death…"
"My, my. Someone has anger issues…" He verbally pushed.
"AND WHY SHOULDN'T I? After everything you've done to me!... THAT!" I yelled, gesturing the fallen bodies of my fellow insurrectionists and Earthling allies. "WAS THE LAST STRAW!" I declared, the clouds were beginning to darken, and a lightning storm took place in the scenery. Fitting. I thought.
He's enslaved me people, and He's slaughtered my family… He's spread fear and destruction across the entire Galaxy in similar fashion… and now, he's killed all of my allies! People who wanted nothing more than to stop him! People… who would take death if it meant Frieza would meet his end.
Evak. Vegeta. Tien. Goku. Denal. Corser. All DEAD.
The feeling inside me reached its peak, and I suddenly outbursted in an amazing display of power! My level skyrocketed to incredible heights while the terrain around me collapsed. The water was forming whirlepools and it felt like I was making the entire planet shake all by myself!
"YOU'LL PAY FRIEZA!"
My purple aura began to change color… it took on a golden hue I never used before. I looked at my skin, and discovered that the lime green spotted pattern across my body also changed to that same golden color. My power level was… immense to say the least.
What the hell is this?
"What the hell is going on? What have you done? TELL ME!" Frieza demanded, as if reading my mind.
I pondered it for a moment, and realization hit me, as I recalled some things Vegeta had said earlier…
"Not that." He paused, closed his eyes for a few seconds, then they shot open as he said: "THIS!"
His aura wildly flared purple as he powered up.
While Frieza looked unimpressed due to his inability to sense energy, the rest of us stared on in awe.
"How do you like me now? I. AM. A SUPER SAIYAN!" He screamed, laughing as his purple aura continued to noise.
"THAT'S RIGHT! THE FIRST ONE IN OVER A THOUSAND YEARS!" He yelled, laughing like a maniac.
Frieza joined in with a mocking laughter.
Vegeta grinned. "Laugh while can." He stated bluntly, and charged in.
And then in my dream…
But that's not the point! You have part of my genes in you! Saiyan genes! You must be the one to defeat Frieza! Avenge the Saiyan race! Your new blood cannot resist the urge to take on a challenge like this!"
I chuckled mysteriously. "I get it now… Every single one of Vegeta's prophecies is about to come true."
"What? What do you mean?"
"He promised you would die. At the hands of a Super Saiyan. And although it wasn't exactly what he pictured… that's coming true."
"You're not making ANY sense; I must've hit you too hard." He chuckled.
"Oh contraire, it makes perfect sense." I said simply, and charged towards him.
This shall be my finest hour…
A/N: LOL didn't see that coming did ya? Let it be known, I don't want to get any pms or reviews about him not having enough Saiyan blood to transform, I honestly don't care, I like the plot I chose to work with… and I won't change it.
Obviously, I stuck with the "It comes from a need not a desire" thing. And you can't tell me that enough of a "Need" cannot trigger it for the ¼ Saiyans, you're crazy! Lol. Besides, Vegeta Jr and Goku Jr were at a ridiculously low level of Saiyan blood, and they transformed.
Granted, that was very stupid how they looked just like Vegeta and Goku, and the whole thing IMO was stupid. But it supports by take on this :P
Goku, Tien, Gohan, Denal, Corser all dead! Lol this was a fun chapter to write, so many surprises!