"Target!", roars the general.
As I load my revolver, I aim at my victim. The traitor to the homeland stands frightened and trembling on the facade of an insignificant building. Next to him are disgusting cancers of society that need to be cleared from our Aryan gene pool, men who don't deserve to live. My hand holding the trigger calmly.
"Fire!"
The general shouts again and there is a volley of rifles popping. I shoot my victim several times, while my rifle's tremendous shot penetrates his body, tearing apart his clothes and flesh. The surrounding noise is deafening and blocks my hearing for a few seconds, but I was used to it.
"Soldiers, step away!"
After hearing the command, I defuse my rifle, hang it over my shoulder and pull my front leg back. My comrades and I are standing there like a tree trunk, shouting loudly in choir "Heil Vegetasai!", turning on our heels and at the same time leaving our position.
"Mr. Son, you are asked to go to the captain.", a corporal march towards me when he gives the order.
"On command!", I answer as I salute.
Farther away is a light unit car surrounded by several non-commissioned officers. At the front of the automobile, the captain of my unit is bent over the engine on which a map is laid out. When I stand next to him, I salute again. "Captain Tooma, what's your command?" I shoot. With a nod, he sends all the other men away. I stand there expressionless and calm like a tin soldier.
When the men were gone, he waves me over to show me the map. "General Bardock Son is stationed around here", he says, pointing to the southwestern border of our empire. 222"He gave me the command to send you there with immediate effect as his special protection unit. He trusts you by carefully choosing the men who would accompany you and has therefore given no further instructions. He will also promote you to the team captain of the new unit. You'll leave in two days. Any questions?"
"Yes, sir. What is the maximum number of men that can come with me?"
"I allow you four soldiers."
"Sir, then I choose my brother Raditz, Broly, Vegeta and Nappa."
The captain looks into my eyes for the first time with a mixture of fascination and fear. "An interesting choice, soldier. For me, your troop looks like a unit full of madmen. But as I say so often, extreme situations require extreme actions. Show them this document here, so they can follow your orders. But don't forget that you are only a captain in your unit, but in my unit you are a simple soldier. Roger that?"
"Yes sir!" I shoot as I salute for him.
"Dismiss now."
Raditz, Broly and Nappa followed my orders without resistance, but it was more difficult with my rival Vegeta, but even he couldn't resist an order from a general. The day of dawn had come; with our knapsacks packed, we board the train heading south-west of our empire. When the passengers see our red armbands with the Imperial badge, they immediately make room for us. Our black uniforms, our heavily armed equipment and our unscrupulous reputation that our faces vouch for make everyone tremble with fear.
„Goku. Did Captain Tooma give you information about our mission with father? "Asks Raditz. Interesting how he still calls General Son our father after years of not giving a shit about us. "No", I say without saying anything else. I am only interested in cleaning up our empire from the Tsufurujin pigs. Weak people must be exterminated from this world, because only our Saiyan race is allowed to rule. Even the stubborn neighbour state of our empire, the Chikyu, will bow to our superiority. The law of life wants it that way. I'm pretty sure General Son still hasn't subjugate the Chikyujin yet. That's exactly why he calls me, so I can do his dirty work.
"Goku!" Raditz shouts, pulling me out of my thoughts. "What is it !?", I yell back.
"You had that crazy expression on your face again. Are you thinking about slaughtering Tsufurujin again or how you can kill father?", he scoffs at me. Nobody makes fun of me without getting away with it.
"Maybe I should just throw you off the moving train so you can understand that nobody is making fun of me."
With his mouth open, my brother looks shocked in my eyes. Of course, I knew that the expression on my face would give him the impression that I was serious. I love it when people try to understand whether I'm just bluffing or should I be taken seriously. And that's exactly what my brother looks like. But one day he'll make a mistake and then I'll kill him with my own hands. He got away with things that would have cost others their lives long ago.
Half a day later we finally arrived on the other side of the empire and are received personally by the general. Strange, General Son would never think of moving his ass even a millimetre. He must be very desperate. I put on a petrified expression to hide my malicious joy.
"General", we say simultaneously say as we salute.
"Captain. Soldiers.", he gives every single one a nod. "I will put you on your mission by starting today. Please follow me."
General Son explains our mission as we race in the vehicle on the streets. Your duty is to find the rebels and take them under control. The Chikyujin demonstrate loudly on the streets and try to drive us out of their state, no matter the costs. It will be your job to create unrest, incite the people against each other and bring their rebel troops under control. Once their defence is broken and there is chaos and anarchy in the state, we will intervene and offer them our support. That way, they have no choice but to let us rule over them. I rely on you to accomplish your mission."
In the distance I finally see the city that will be our destination. "General, step on the gas, man! The fun will be over before we even arrive, if you keep driving so lame!", I shout against the wind. I jump around in my seat out of excitement. I can't wait to take the whole state apart.
"Goku how dare you to speak to our father and general of an entire legion, like that!", roars Raditz next to me and hits me full force against the jaw. The fool really thinks that I would be interested in banal ties. Being the strongest is everything. It's the law of life.
"Goku, Raditz behave yourself, were close now." Of course, Bardock would let me do what I want. After all, I am his most powerful weapon.
When we drive into town, a loud crowd awaits us, which blocks our way. The loud roar of voices calling for freedom and peace drums in my ears. The street is completely blocked by people who show their backs to us. I get out of the car and up onto the engine of the vehicle. I put my helmet on, pull my rifle from my shoulder and shoot in the air. Immediately, a large part of the crowd turns in the direction of the sound. Some screech and trigger a mass panic.
"Out of the way you bum! Open the damn way for the 7th Legion's General!"
The crowd is finally moving. But too slow for my taste. I shoot again in the air and finally they start to run for their lives. Much better. When the way open up the street, I jump off the car and march ahead.
"Goku Stop strangling the soldier", grumbles the general's voice behind me. I slowly let go of the soldier's collar. Couching and snapping for air, the soldier hastily opens the barricade for us. "Why didn't you do this earlier."
I let the others step forward as I keep an eye on the young man until I walk past him. From the corner of my eye I see his hand trembling with fear.
"The printers are your first target. If you have them under control, you can stir up hatred among the population. According to my informants, the print shop 'At the Korin Tower' is on the verge of ruin. 'Help' them. Try to find out if there are different ethnic groups that barely get along. Let them heat up each other, then chaos arises by itself. A contact person told me about the Red Ribbon Mafia. Use their influence in your favour. And one more thing. Never underestimate the rebel leader Chichi. She is responsible for many deaths of my soldiers.", informs us the general. A dangerous woman who is said to be responsible for many deaths of men. I am not an average man. She can't trick me. But it will still be interesting to break her soul to force my will on her.
"Why do you think I would want to work with a piece of shit like you?"
Seems like the mafia boss tries figure out my skills. Guess I have to show him.
As I kick against his chest, he flies off of his chair bumping backwards into the wall.
Now the real talk begins.
His subordinates don't even dare to move because their fear was too great to be the next one to be killed.
"I am not negotiating. I demand. I incite you to burn up the greatest church in the state and accuse it on the second greatest religion. I demand you to get your most exotic looking men into town to sexually assault and attack women; I demand that every man looking like this stereotype is going to be associated for every single atrocity in this country. Even if you need to destroy a whole building. For the sake of the greater good, every loss is a win. There are voices to wait for their right time and those occasions will trigger them. Do you fucking understand me?!"
The room turns into dead silence. Now I got their attention.
"Everyone who disobeys me or resist against my order will be immediately executed by myself!"
Hysterical the subordinates form a line in front of me "At your command captain Son!"
"Now get the fuck out of my sight! Be successful or don't dare to look again into my eyes. Also get this little scum out of here. I don't want him to see him again.", I say as I nod to the corpse of the half-dead ex mafia boss.
Immediately two men run to him and bring him out of the room. The rest of them storm out of the room the get their tasks done. In the emerald green armchair, I sit down and look out of the window. In my black military uniform, I feel more superior than ever. A quiet laugher escapes my lips. Soon enough our holy empire will be cleaned from the rabble.
After three month my subordinates injected anxiety and panic to the mind of the bourgeoisie while the first attacks entrenched from a group called 'The protectors of the fatherland and women'.
More frequently the rebels show themselves at protests and demonstrations for the freedom of the state while the 'worried bourgeoisie' plead for safety. Brutal fights effect a tense atmosphere between the Chikyujin. And the politicians discuss desperately which way to go.
Now it is about time to take control over the media du give the state the final blow.
While Raditz, Vegeta, Broly and Nappa storm into the redaction office, the workers freeze by a shock. As the last one, I enter the room with a march pace. I look around and everything is quiet while my subordinates aim with their guns at the workers.
"Bring me your boss immediately!", I command them as a fat tiny man with a white beard and hairs leaves his office.
"What's going on here? Who are you and what do you want from us?"
However before I could speak up, a couple of heavily armed men and women storm into the office by passing me and attack my special force. I stand there untouched and calm while I analyse the situation. Unimpressed by the occasion, I fold my arms in front of my wide chest. Nothing will ever bring me to let my guard down. Calculating the chances to rescue my incompetent special force, I watch how they fight. Raditz's fighting against two people simultaneously while a third one climbs at the table behind him to jump at him but in the last second Broly tackles him to the ground. Both of them crash together and grapple for their necks. Frightened and screeching, the journalists and editors cowering behind the desks in the near.
Almost I enjoyed it to see the redaction burn like that.
As I turn my head around to the other side I see how six men jump at Nappa wrestle with him, while Vegeta smacks an armed woman to head and ruthless smashes her to the floor.
Noisy and fast paces are running towards me. Is everyone here an amateur?
As he grabs my shoulder, I turn half around to him and pull him closer to get him out of his balance and throw him across the room. The moment he fall down at the desk, it immediately falls apart. I quickly twitch my pupils back and forth to absorb as much information as possible, as tide's turning and the attackers gain the upper hand. Raditz and Nappa kneel down while a knife is held to their throats. Shortly after, Vegeta gets thrown to the floor, while his arms get tied up at his back. Even Broly with his brute strength get forced to his knees.
Instinctively I open my revolver bag at my belt.
"Take off your hands of your belt, otherwise I will give the order to execute your men.", demands a female voice behind me.
Lithe as a cat, a woman with black braided hair walks pass and turns gracile to me. A forbidden seductive face is staring down at me. For a Chikyujin she is almost attractive.
Women normally wear as prescribed, but she dares to wear a high-waisted loose pant, with an armed belt and a loose fit white blouse that shows too much of her décolleté and braces that hold up her trousers. Her curvy shape gives her something appealing.
My brilliant brain, which only belongs to the superior race, knew immediately who stands in front of me-
Chichi, the rebel leader.
"You're are the woman who has many soldiers on her conscience. I was wondering, if you would ever crawl out of your rat hole."
"And you're the turd, send by general Bardock Son to poison our country with chaos and disability." Her eyes inspect me from top to bottom and back to my eyes.
"I expected more from you."
She really think she could subjugate me. "The opinion of a filthy Chikyujin is clearly none of my business."
Chichi lifts an eyebrow and strides smoothly closer to me. Blatantly, she fixes my eyes without hesitate. As if she wasn't scared of me. Not yet.
"I warn you the first and the last time, I am going to destroy you if you keep on like this. Take your men and disappear from here."
Her voice is demanding but calm. With a deadly look in her eyes she stares into mine. In those eyes which are feared by nations. Without lowering my head, I glare down at her with my clear turquoise eyes. No sign of insecurity. A smile twitches at the corner of my mouth. This woman is insane enough to compete with me.
Without a word I turn my back on her and leave the office.
Outside with the red sky of the sunset, I light up my cigar while I wait for my special force to join me.
"Have you completely lost your mind now?!", yells Vegeta, as he smashes open the door. Directly followed by Nappa, who boils with rage and Broly, who relocates is shoulder distorted with pain. Raditz rubs his temples. Apparently, he's tired of exposing himself to Vegeta's and my fights.
"You got us all into this bullshit, Son!", spits Nappa in my face while he grabs my collar.
"Goku, knowing you, you're not going to do what she wants, are you?", asks Raditz.
"Of course not. I'll go even beyond."
Confused, the soldiers stare at me. I twist Nappa's hand to force him to let go of my uniform. As I straighten my clothes, I realize that they actually don't understand.
"How boring it will probably look in your heads if you are as slow-witted as you are."
"You lousy asshole, instead of acting all cocky, how about to spit it out already what you planned in your brain damaged mind.", barks Vegeta. Apparently patience was never his strength.
Smirking, I throw the rest of the cigar to the ground and crush it until the sparkles expire.
Impatiently Vegeta folds his arms in front of his chest while Nappa sighs out of annoyance.
That's right, I want them to remind them that I sat the tone here.
"I am going to cancel the plan to take control over the media and will focus on bringing chaos and terror into this state to destabilize the order and to force the politicians to declare a state of emergency. The reporters will have enough to tell about the mess, that will cover the real process: getting our men into the state and take control over the politics."
"Miss Chichi why did you let him go?"
"I let him go to let him underestimate us because then we will always be one step ahead of him. If he sees through our plans we still will be three steps ahead of him anyway. But don't worry, I'm not underestimating him, I've seen it in his eyes how devilish and maniacally he is. That's why I am going to punish him by myself. I swear that by my life."
"That devilish genius has a weak point??"
"His ignorance."