He knew this day was coming.

In the back of his mind, he knew. All this time, no matter the annoyance this half-life caused him, he avoided a fight. Every fiber of his being, every instinct, urged him to kill this creature every second of the day. The crescent moons on his heads, so good at detecting even the smallest trace of life, now served to add to the annoyance. Frustration is not an emotion he felt often, but there's nothing more infuriating than a life he can't kill.

Very few received the exception from his "death to all" game. The first one that came to mind are the creatures of Earth. While he is easily able to defeat any one of the kaiju inhabitants, they had a nasty habit of ganging up on him. He only had to visit the world once to know it wasn't worth coming back.

But rather, he would prefer to never come back, because so many races seem to have their sights set on that mudball of a planet and were intent on using HIM as their method of assault. He hated it, he hated them. Any race that dared to try and control him, he made it his personal mission to exterminate every last trace of them! A vain attempt to rectify the humiliation he had to endure. Killing them all was the easy part; the difficulty comes in forgetting. Forgetting that, at any moment, he can be taken advantage of again.

He was never able to forget.

He was never able to forget this half-life's contribution to one of those incidents. He will never forgive, no matter what this cyborg did for him. He wanted NOTHING to do with this stupid creature, and yet, it would follow him.

No matter where he went, this half-life would follow. Didn't matter how fast Ghidorah flew, the creature matched that speed. Even if he managed to lose him, the cyborg would always find him again. And now, he understood how.

There really was no escaping this fate, was there?

The seething anger and hatred grew tenfold at the thought, at the sight of the idiot half-life glowering over him triumphantly. It was getting hard to focus, but those words... Those words of him being nothing but a pawn penetrated his mind and gave him that focus. He was nobody's pawn. This isn't over, not yet...

It took strength to Gravity Beam straight into the half-life's face, knocking him over and off of him. Pain erupts from his wounds as he righted himself, and his legs felt unstable as a dizzy feeling takes him. He wanted so badly to kill the cyborg, but he knew he was in no condition to do so. Instead, he kicked off into the air and fled.

The chip's grip was growing, sending more convulsions through his neck and shoulders and almost having him lose grip of the air. He had to keep his concentration; he's been through this enough to know that he had to stay conscious, fight blacking out. The moment he falls into the darkness, it would all be over...

Every one of his senses was going hay-wire. His horns struggled to keep his sense of balance straight, and he had no idea where he was going. His crests gave false readings of life. Giant lifeforms far larger than any he's ever sensed before chased him, haunting him. But there was nothing there.

The chip has claimed the three brains in his heads. Gone was his sense of rationality, causing great fear of those imaginary monsters chasing him. Gone was his ability to make logical decisions, his body now rendered by pure instinct.

And an immeasurable desire to kill.

His chest housed a fourth brain, one designed solely for his prey-drive, for the murderous impulses that dictated his purpose. Now without the three head brains to focus those instincts into something productive, he wanted to kill everything in sight. Even the rocks below him weren't safe, his malfunctioning crests convincing him they were all alive. Worse yet, the murderous impulses were even directed between the three heads.

The middle head especially was targeted, as the source of the pain.

The two side heads bit into the middle head. Get rid of the pain, make it stop. The pain was growing as those fangs dug into the scales and fur. Rip it all off, rip the whole head off! Without a sense of logic, the dragon was now failing to understand that doing such a thing would kill him. Thankfully, the need to kill faded as the fourth brain was rendered unconscious.

His jaws went slack and his wings gave out, as the chip's grip over his fifth and final brain grew. That one was located in the lower part of his abdomen and allowed control of his body; so massive he was that he needed an entire brain dedicated solely to the task. More spasms overtook him, as he crashed into the ground.

This was it, the end of the line. Even with his best efforts, it was all hopeless.

The last thing he saw was the half-life, homing in on him. He heard the disgusting creature land close-by.

Then...

Nothing.

Gigan was wise to keep his distance, as he watched the dragon's body stiffen for a few seconds before convulsing wildly. His legs kicked, his tails thrashed, releasing the poisonous gasses contained in the barbed pouches at their ends. The poison gas didn't concern the cyborg, his system will filter that out easily. No, he was more wary of the thrashing.

It was a full-on seizure, foam erupting from all three of those mouths. A gravity beam or two would also erupt from a mouth randomly and uncontrollably, as his chest muscles were no doubt spasming over the energy sacs.

He's seen this process once before, but he didn't remember it lasting this long or being this intense. He wondered if he perhaps struck too hard, damaged the chip and now it was doing irreversible damage to Ghidorah's brain.

A shame if that were to happen.

The seizure was short-lived, lasting less than a minute before the hydra slowly went limp. Ensuring his filters were in perfect working order with a short cough, Gigan ventured closer. Not often he can get close enough to get a proper examination done.

The scales were even more beautiful up close, and it excited him, knowing the dragon was now HIS and his alone. It shouldn't be long before Ghidorah regains consciousness and the cyborg was giddy to test out his newfound control over such a powerful being.

Each moment was agonizingly slow, and he distracted himself trailing the tip of a claw over those scales.

At last, Gigan spotted movement as a head shifted slightly. Then one pair of eyes slowly blinked. Then another set. Then the last pair. A smirk grows over his beak, as he applied a bit more pressure to his stroking to draw the dragon's attention. Those red eyes were unfocused and glassy as the heads turn towards him.

"Welcome back," he gloated, wasting no time in finishing the process and seeding his expectations into that vulnerable mind. "I'm your new Master. You will follow every order I make of you. Your life, and your body, will be devoted to me. Got it?"

There was silence for a moment, long enough that Gigan began second-guessing if the chip worked. Probably wise to keep his distance until he was certain tha-

"Yes."

Oh. Great!

Ghidorah's voice was soft, sleepy even, but it did nothing to quell Gigan's excitement. His sails fanned out wider as he snickered, giving a small tap of his claw onto those scales. "Why don't you say 'hello' to your new Master?"

"Hello."

He did it, for once this damn dragon was listening to him! It was difficult to hide his joy and even more difficult to hide his impatience, not even waiting for Ghidorah to fully recover from the experience. He wanted to experiment, see what he can get away with and have some fun! "On your feet."

Ghidorah blinked again, as if to clear his vision to focus on Gigan. There was the unmistakable spark of recognition in those eyes, but the dragon nonetheless stood up as he was told. His legs were a bit shaky, his wings folded down, but he managed to steady himself. All six of those eyes remain fastened on the smaller kaiju.

Gigan lets out another chuckle. So many ideas flowed through his head, and he wanted to jump into all of them so badly. But no, let's take this one step at a time, nice and slow. Not like the wyvern was going to go anywhere anytime soon, so he could enjoy himself a bit before-

"I hate you," Ghidorah hissed with venom. "I hate you so much. When I break free, I'm going to kill you like the rest."

"Oh?" Gigan started, his confidence not at all wavering as he moved closer. Using a claw to hook around the neck of the middle head, he pulled that face down closer to his own. Ghidorah lets out a growl, but there was no actual physical resistance to the action. He really was completely helpless here, and Gigan reveled in it as he continued. "Too bad you will never get the chance. You're mine..."

His toothed beak met with the golden snout of his new slave, mocking him with the gesture. There was another growl, which brings another cackle from the cyborg. "Now... say, 'I forgive you'."

Oh, the amount of satisfaction he felt giving that order. It only got better as the dragon's growls gave way to those words.

"I forgive you."

There was no hesitation in saying that, which only seemed to make the dragon angrier. Which in turn, only fueled Gigan's glee and excitement. "You can't even fight against simple words, much less what I have in store just for you..."

The growling returned, this time louder. No doubt, the dragon dreaded the horror that laid ahead. And horror indeed, as Gigan's smirk widened, leaning closer and...

"We're going to the bar. Now."

With that announcement, Gigan lets go of the hydra's head. He turned and walked away a couple of steps before flattening his sails and taking off into the air. He glanced behind him at the dragon, those red eyes still boring into him before those massive wings spread open.

It took a few flaps to take off, Ghidorah visibly in pain as he does so from his injuries. But despite the pain, he has no choice but to follow. And Gigan will make sure that he will never have a choice in anything ever again.