Chapter 34- Death is inevitable

Frieza seemed to have three levels of anger. Mild, barely contained, and unpredictable.

At this particular moment he seemed to be on barely contained. His purple lipstick almost melting of his face as he seethed over the loss of the dragonballs. He had dragged the both of us out into the exotic desert of green and blue, accomplishing nothing by being out here.

I was starting to doubt he was even looking for the dragonballs the further we got from the ship.

In fact the area grew more and more secluded as he carried on with his volatile mutterings. Fear creeped up on me like ivy as the rocks grew closer together.

Frieza halted suddenly, his clawed feet scratching at the sand beneath the grass. His eyes lit up when they found me. My senses slipped into overdrive, and looking at all angles I found the truth.

We were in a place where no one would hear me scream.

She was clearly strong in heart and mind, but the fear overwhelmed her like it did us all.

The monster of all nightmares had turned to her, extending his three fingered hand to sweep over her cheek, smoothly dragging it lower. Her rosy red lips trembled, and her eyes became a watered down brown.

It was only when the hand had reached her breast that the eyes sparked a light. The red speckles of fire overtook the humane brown, bringing about a ferocity. Her hand flew up to rest firmly on his arm, muscles rippling as she whipped his hand away.

For a moment the monster was amused, grading her as she kept her hand high. The lips curled as he thrust a punch into her cheekbone, the snapping of bone waking her up further. Her leg swung round accordingly, on par to meet with his inhumane facial features. His chest shook slightly as a laugh tumbled out. He moved slowly but somehow her kick still managed to miss without even grazing the hardened skin.

He said nothing as he lay into her. Her body willful but not strong enough as he took care to break each bone.

And all he got out of it was amusement.

I wanted to fight. I really did. But I knew it was over from the moment blood leaked from my eyes. I wasn't just crying. I was crying away my very life's essence.

I had never been damaged as such in my life before. Had wondered even if people would have cared more if I had. Now though, it was a harsh reality. Frieza had damaged something beyond repairable in me.

But I could not, would not. Submit to his wishes. If my life was to end, it would be to go down fighting. Just like it would have been with Marissa.

The tears grew worse. I had failed them all. Doomed all life to her malingering evil.

Frieza struck the third rib in my body, condemning me to the gritty earth where my tears could mix with the grains. The fear ebbed away as I gave myself up to him, all control of my body had dissipated. He had broken me far too much to use me. I could only hope now I would die.

His raucous laughter seemed warped as my right ear dribbled blood. I could only sense what was left.

A tiny grey leg scuttled into the corner view of my eyes, and focusing a little scorpion crawled over to me. My lenses tinted it red, but its miniscule face was tilted, looking at me. It seemed to be judging me.

It watched for a moment, before crossing its stick legs and appearing to sit on them. It stilled as if waiting.

Waiting for what I asked myself.

Was the wonderings of a scorpions life to be my final moments?

Ironic really. These were the creatures who caused so many problems in my life. They had killed my Egyptican mother when I was a child; even though I secretly harbored the doubt that it had been under Set's influence at the time. Who had probably been under Marissa's influence. A vicious circle.

Then once more they had condemned me to a life of ill in exchange for the protection of a friend. How odd that they were the creatures of Serquet

They were intelligent, but deadly. Just like their mistress. A mistress who, although no doubt was there; was incredibly silent. Considering she didn't want me to die and all.

The scorpion was still there. Watching me with its beady little eyes. Stupid creature. If it didn't move soon it would probably be trampled on by Frieza. What good would that do the bastard.

'Run you stupid creature' I willed but the scorpion didn't move. It's legs twitched as if it was laughing at me. I would have squatted the thing myself if I could actually move.

As if the scorpion had heard my thoughts; the thing stood up; stretched and scuttled of again.

Loneliness washed over me.

'Oh well, it wasn't like I needed you anyway' Not that anybody could hear me.

A scorpion weaved between the legs of the tyrant, clicking its legs before Frieza stomped on it. Frieza just laughed, as the blood ran freely between his three toes.

His laughter soon died though as his latest victim burst into flames.

"Your not going to hurt anyone anymore Frieza" The vision of death itself spoke, her voice harsher than the flames that licked at the searing skin. Frieza could only gape at the transformation.

She stood, hackles up. Red eyes boring into the depths of his soul. The bones had thinned as they came together, leaving a highly defined body. Tendrils of fire simmered of the burned skin, tribal markings slithering on the muscles.

Finally, creating the true impression of beauty was the scorching map of fire that fanned out around the body, weaving interchangeably to create hair.

"This is the best you have to offer?" Humour bubbled up into his eyes, muscles flexing as he swung a punch. Thin lips curled as the bony fingers flexed and wrapped themselves around the broad muscle, bringing his punch to a startling halt. Fear flitted across the animalistic features before broadening into a grin.

"I may actually get a fight out of you yet" Lessa kept her hand around the bicep, her eyes belating any reaction to his remark. Frieza wriggled his arm from her grip, a second passing before the next hit was thrown.

The two monsters swirled around the enclosed space between rocks in a dance of their own kind, each hit being countered but only some returned better.

Both were silent but only one was serious.

I couldn't think, only focus. My limbs did all the work, I just had to stay conscious as my new body threw everything it had at the tyrant who had bullied too many times.

Each time my thoughts wandered to the people I believed I loved, pain volted through my chest.

But I couldn't not think The name Cherry was constantly on my mind. A brief image of a boyish faced man with the green bandana appeared before a flash of pain grated my body.

The image passed, but the pain did not. My leg made contact with his head one more time before my breath grew too heavy to continue. Frieza showed no emotion as he straightened up folding his arms across his armored chest as he watched me bend, one hand clawing at my heart as it couldn't draw in enough oxygen.

Something told me this was very bad news. Getting a little worse with every second as my veins burned. Poison..it was poison that was doing this.

"You may want to retract your statement" Frieza grinned cruelly. His stomach jutting out with shallow laughter.

Except it didn't stop expanding as the sounded faded. My breath grew quicker and harsher, watching in jaded horror as the horns bended inwards, whilst each and every part of his already terrifying body grew bolder and more defined.

And suddenly, he was a whole lot taller than me.

His power spiked to the point of no return, and I barely caught the wind move as he slammed into me.

It seemed rain was falling when he finally left me. His footsteps echoed and faded as he presumed me dead, and all the while the rain burned down on my broken body from above. Each drop sending an icy shiver into the heart that was desperately still beating.

Now that I could think, as a distraction to the pain and mud that filled my eyes. I realized he had beaten the transformation out of me. Because that was the only thing I could call it.

I had almost been somebody else entirely back there.

When me and Zarbon had spilled our dark secret to each other, all I had wished for was to be stronger. Now I had gotten it, and it hadn't been enough. Frieza had just surpassed me again.

My hair fell around the bruised skin of my face, matted and dripping with the rain.

This time I was actually going to die. I could feel it in my bones.

It's for the best. If I couldn't defeat Frieza I would never defeat Marissa. The two of them would have to fight it out for control of the universes. Something I would dearly have loved to watch.

Maybe Piccolo could enjoy it for me instead. From the safe recesses of the other world. A place I wouldn't go to because I didn't belong here. Hopefully justice would bring out Frieza's win. At least that way he might spare Cherry and the others when he got to moon-sky. Marissa certainly wouldn't.

"Hold on Lessa" Someone called urgently; but it seemed so far away.

I concentrated on the last things I could feel. Somewhere far, Zarbon and Vegeta were fighting. The rain grew heavier as the two energies stilled, and one last drop was all it took to freeze my heart.

My last three seconds, and all I thought of was Cherry.

And finally, it was over.