Normally, the flight from a planet into the void of space was the most satisfying part of his mission.

The thought of the carnage he left behind, a planet burning beneath him and rendered completely uninhabitable. The complete extermination of life, the knowledge that it was all from his own hard work. He adored the strength of his wings fighting the gravitational pull, the feeling of the air thinning, and at last, the weightlessness of space.

The sight of the stars all around, promising more worlds for him to destroy. So many lives to toy with.

The wave of cosmic energy that would hit his scales, rejuvenating him. Feeding off the energy through the membrane of his wings, healing his wounds and restoring his strength for the journey ahead. Under normal circumstances, he would then cocoon himself within an asteroid produced by his own body, reducing himself to a pure energy form. Content and happy, he would fall into dormancy, his asteroid drawn towards planets one after another until his moon-shaped crests would pick up signs of life to awaken him once more.

But this was not normal circumstances and as he flies higher through this world's atmosphere, the only thing that coursed through him was not satisfaction, but anger, hatred, frustration...

And dread...

Breaking free of the planet's hold, Ghidorah felt the cosmic waves flowing over him, speeding his regeneration to be almost instantaneous. The pain coursing through his back with every stroke of his wings had disappeared.

The pain in his middle head, however, remained. The injury there has healed, but the newly-active chip gave a very uncomfortable sensation. He wanted to chew at the spot, scratch at it with a foot, but he knew it was useless. Even if he could will his body to perform the action, chewing and clawing it out would only result in his own death.

Granted, death would probably be preferable to what fate the half-life had in store for him.

He kept glancing back towards the planet. He wasn't used to leaving a world only half-destroyed. It went against every fiber of his being and his impulses fought against the mind-control in vain. Always in vain.

His glare fastened on the cyborg, and the light from the blue giant star that reflected off the metal armor was almost blinding. It was obnoxious, as was the look of expectation given to him. He wanted to just fly off in the opposite direction, just to spite him, but of course, he couldn't. Absolutely infuriating, being trapped in a body that was no longer his to control.

At the silent order, Ghidorah felt his wings fold close and his tails moving to curl around himself. All three of his heads lowered, his legs tucked in and wings wrapping around himself. Red wisps like flames came from his scales, until it engulfed him and his body became energy. Stone began forming around him, its minerals perfect for holding his vast energy and absorbing in more cosmic rays to ensure he did not weaken during his hibernation.

At least in said hibernation, he can forget...

"Your name is Ghidorah. You were created to be ultimate weapon."

Those telepathic words have been imprinted in his mind for as long as he could remember. Repeated over and over, his Masters would put these thoughts into his mind, to the point where it provided some level of comfort to the young dragon.

And at this stage of his development, comfort was very important.

There was darkness around him, even in a well-lit sterile room beyond the membrane that held him. His eyelids were still sealed, having not yet opened to experience the light he would instinctively seek out as an adult. His ears were still closed, and his scales were soft. Occasionally, one of his tongues would flick out, but the only scent he would pick out was his own, in the nourishing goo around him.

His only real sense was that of his well-developed crests. He could feel irresistible auras, all around him. Every so often, several of these auras would get closer, more potent, so close that his three jaws would snap open through instinct. Muscles in his chest would tighten, but the organs housing his gravity beams has not yet fully matured and held no energy within.

He would calm when the auras faded back into the noise. He still desired them, though, and every time he woke from his sleep, he would test the boundaries of his egg, kicking at the membrane uselessly. But the day will come closer, when he will be ready to emerge. Then he can snuff out those auras, and it would be amazing.

"The Universe is a terrifying place," the message would continue. "You will make it safer, for all of us."

Safer.

He felt pretty safe now, growing steadily within his warm confines. He had never experienced fear, or pain, and it would take several more weeks before he had his first taste of it...

He had grown substantially, easily twice the size he once was just weeks ago. His wings were growing the fastest, wrapped tight around him like an extra blanket within the membrane. Said membrane was expanding, stretching over his scales. Those scales were more developed, a distinct keeled look to each one. His eyes were open, sleepy and unfocused, but he saw the light.

He wanted that light...

Especially when he felt the aura growing stronger. His red eyes can make out movement, a blurred shadow looming by him. The impulse to lash out at it was powerful, and already two of his three jaws had opened. By now, only sparks escaped and deteriorates into the goo.

"The Universe is a terrifying place," the message replayed again, but this time, it added more. "It's filled with violent races that seek to destroy those who only wish to live in peace. You will be the savior that fights for those innocents, that cleanses the universe of those dark forces. But first..."

He felt something odd, brushing against the mane of his middle head. The first time a foreign object touches him. It lacked an aura, but nonetheless, his left head automatically moved to bite the thing with tiny fangs, an-

A stabbing pain came from the back of his middle head. His legs kicked out, the membrane stretching from the movement, but not yet giving out. His wings and tails push against his home, his prison, as he tried to escape the pain.

The sharpness left just as quickly as it had appeared, but it left the pain behind, as well as a very wrong feeling. Like something foreign on his body. IN his body.

"You will hold great power and to focus that power, we have given you a gift..."

Ghidorah snapped awake even before the half-life gave the signal that they have arrived. It was not often he had dreams like that, reliving such old memories. It honestly pissed him off.

A gift, that's what his old Masters called it. Even back then, he knew that was completely false. By 'focus', they meant kept under THEIR control. This damn chip and all the trouble it caused has plagued him even before he hatched! If he had lungs and the concept of sighing, he would have done so at this moment. Seems even in hibernation, he cannot be left in peace.

It takes a moment before he was calm enough to notice the presence of lifeforms, many more besides the cyborg that held him hostage. He felt the vibration of his stone cocoon, hears the muffled voice of the half-life calling out to him.

Wait, hear him? That means there has to be an atmosphere. He didn't feel the impact of striking a planet or another celestial body.

"Wake up!" the half-life continued, still banging against the asteroid for no reason other than to annoy him, he's sure.

Ugh, just hearing that stupid voice made him wanna go back into hibernation, much less the damn incessant knocking. But alas, he felt his own energy escape the stone, rendering it to dust before he took form. He opened his eyes, and his sight was immediately assaulted with pink. A vivid purple-pink everywhere.

Where was he?

He looked around, the haze stretching in all directions with no sign of an end. All six of his eyes swept the area before all meeting right at the cyborg.

"The bar is over there," The half-life told him, pointing a claw towards a nearby asteroid. "Clean yourself up. I want you looking your best. Y'know, before I ruin you."

Ghidorah lets out a growl at those words, and that growl gets even louder as he automatically moved to groom himself. He always took pride in his appearance, as a dragon should. But as much as he enjoyed grooming, the fact he wasn't doing it because he wanted to took away all enjoyment.

It isn't made better by how the half-life was watching him. Damn thing enjoying the show? He wanted to gravity beam that face. Especially when he starts flying closer. Ghidorah felt himself go on edge, wanting to move away to keep the distance, but his body refused to stop cleaning itself.

Unfortunately, it was the half-life himself that stopped the grooming session, one of his claws once more hooking around the back of his middle head and pulling him down.

"Don't touch me."

"Don't speak unless spoken to," came the retort. "Especially with any of your damn back-talk."

Ghidorah narrowed his eyes, especially when the crest on his forehead was touched by the half-life's other claw. His crest was glowing quite strongly, as it tended to do when a high concentration of life-energy was nearby. They were quite sensitive and he did not like the sensation of anyone touching them, much less this disgrace of a kaiju.

He nonetheless held still as the half-life examined his crests for whatever reason before he caught a whisper.

"You feel them, don't you? This is what you mean with your crests 'filtering' my presence. They never glowed this brightly for me." The half-life's voice had a very odd edge to it. It almost sounded like this fool was...

Was he jealous?! That didn't make sense to the dragon. Why in the void would he be jealous over something like this? He can't control how brightly his crests glowed; it all depended on the size and number of the lifeforms in the area! It's not his fault this idiot had his aura tainted so badly and was hardly considered alive! But Ghidorah didn't respond with these sharp words no matter how much he wanted to, the chip rendering his tongue frozen. All he can do is hide a wince when the claw tapped against the moon-shaped structure.

He heard a grunt before the cyborg continued in a cold tone, despite the foul smirk on his beak. "Remember when I said we can kill a few folks here? I lied. For once, you're going to have some damn self-control and not kill any of them. Got it?"

There was a slight widening of his eyes. Never before has he been given an order that so blatantly went against what he was created for. His old Masters, every other alien race that took advantage of him, wanted him to kill. Sure, they wanted specific targets killed, but killed nonetheless. But this... IDIOT decides he was going to waste his time, waste his talents, for... WHATEVER it was that one did at these 'bars'. He was convinced the cyborg was only doing this to irritate him further, and it was working! If he wasn't pissed off before, he definitely was now!

"Yes." That word still escaped him, monotone and lacking any of the anger fuming within his mind. And it only gets worse when it rouses a snicker from the half-life and he felt that metal-coated beak touch the scales of his snout. The left mandible seemed to caress under his jaw, the cyborg moving it side-to-side against his skin. He wanted to pull away, willed every fiber of his body to get him away, but he can't move.

"You missed a spot."

What was that supposed to me-

He froze when he felt something wet and warm slide against the scales of his face. His right head could see the half-life running his tongue along his snout and lips. He had no idea what to do with this, as nobody has ever made such moves towards him before. He didn't like it, at all! He wanted to bite, to blast the half-life in the face, push him away with his heads. ANYTHING!

But he can't do anything, except endure.

He closed his eyes, all six of his eyes, just counting the seconds for this to be over. He felt the creature's tongue push into his mouth, and the urge to bite down and tear it off was through the roof! It was so damn frustrating, and the seconds crawled slower in his mind before finally, the half-life pulled away.

"Hm," he heard from the cyborg, his middle-set of eyes opening to see the face just inches from his own. The glare he gave was intense, but the other kaiju doesn't seem bothered. If anything, the half-life seemed encouraged to rest his beak on his nose as he chuckled. "We'll work on it~."

Ghidorah didn't want to work on anything except this thing's death. How DARE this inferior creature pulled such a stunt with him, and to think, it was only going to go downhill from here! Swear, for every second he had to wait during that, he was going to make the cyborg suffer ten times longer when he breaks free from this! But he couldn't speak any of the thoughts going through his mind. Damn this chip, taking away everything including his voice!

He felt the claw holding his head down slide off, the edge teasing the fur of his mane before the creature turned away.

"Let's go."

He flew towards the asteroid he pointed out the bar being on. Ghidorah lingered where he was a moment, but alas, his wings gave a flap through the atmosphere and followed after him.

"Hey, McLegsalot!"

"Don't call me that," came the retort as Gigan sat down and made himself comfortable, a winged centipede-like kaiju squinting ten beady eyes at the cyborg. The four pairs of arms cleaning the glasses slow to a halt. "Gigan?"

"Scolopendra. Long time, no see. Loving my new look?"

"This is what you're doing to undo your ban? Slap on a new paintjob and pretend you're someone else?"

"Nah, if I was going to do that, I'd put on chainsaws instead of these," Gigan responded, lifting the blades on his arms. "Anyway, what's a little ban between friends, huh? Mind giving me the usual?"

"I'm not giving you anything. I-" The centipede cuts himself off, glancing off to the side before muttering. "Look, man, I ain't losing my job over this. Last time you were here, we had to rebuild everything from the ground up thanks to your little drunken tirades. Like hell, we're doing all that again."

Gigan waved a claw dismissively. "Don't worry your pretty little antennas over it-"

"It's antennae, you dumb fuck."

"-I'm not here to make a mess. I just want a nice, quiet time. Honest. So-"

"HA!"

"-Soooo," Gigan drawled, refusing to back down from this little game. "Why don't you just give me a drink and we can carry on the night like usual."

"What part of 'you're banned from this establishment' do you not understand? Hell, if Mr. Mavex finds you here-"

"And I told you, not to worry about it. Your boss won't even have time to think about you, much less fire you."

"Pretty sure that's not how this works."

"It will, trust me. Y'see, I brought along a date an-"

"Oh, for fuck sake, Gigan," the centipede interrupted, shaking his head as the cyborg glanced over his shoulder and gave a loud shrill whistling noise. "How many times do I have to say this, I'm not going to..."

The centipede's voice trailed off, as all the patrons within a ten-mile radius suddenly went quiet. A very large three-headed silhouette loomed at the entrance towering above all other customers, long serpentine necks lowering as Ghidorah entered the doorway. Gigan found the silence to be amazing, and he gave a smirk as the many-legged kaiju reared up to eye-level with his four clear wings fanned out. Typical defensive stance, never gets old seeing it.

"I'd like you to meet Ghidorah," he started in a smug tone. "King Ghidorah. I'm sure you've heard of him, yes?"

At once, everyone made a hurry to vacate the vicinity, as Scolopendra glared at the cyborg. "You led that thing right to us! Are you insane?!" Gigan knew he didn't have to answer that, but he does anyway with a cheeky little grin.

"Only a little."

He glanced back at Ghidorah, whose six eyes were locked on the smaller creatures fleeing from him. He can see the spark of bloodlust in those eyes, the familiar instincts to give chase and end them all. But as expected, the dragon could do no such thing. At least-

"Now, about that ban..." Gigan continued casually, as everything ran amok behind him. "I told him not to do any harm to anyone, but if you really insist on denying me drinks..." He reveled in the angry look the bartender gave to him and he settled his blades on the countertop, propping himself up a bit as he leaned closer. "I'll take the usual, yeah? For two."

Those eyes stay locked on him for a long moment before Scolopendra finally backed off and went to prepare his drinks. That's more he liked it and he leaned back on his seat. "Glad you can listen to reason, Legs. I'm sure your boss will too." He heard a nasty grumble from the bug but he disregards it as his eye returns to his golden prize, who was now staring at the bartender intensely.

"Hey," he called out, earning the dragon's attention. He nodded towards the chair beside him. Ghidorah glanced towards it and wandered over. It was adorably awkward, watching the dragon attempt to sit on a chair a bit too small for him. Gigan couldn't keep in a chuckle. "Lean on me~"

It still delighted him, that Ghidorah could do nothing to resist his orders. He felt the hydra press up against his side, those scales felt cold compared to their surroundings, but the cyborg didn't mind. He nuzzled his beak against that golden hide, his mandibles nipping playfully before the bartender returned with his order.

"Good man," Gigan snickered, his tail moving to clasp onto the glass. He caught Scolopendra eyeing at the dragon as he placed the glass down in front of him, and he was quick to show off his prize. "Told you I had a date."

"A date?" Scolopendra responded skeptically. "Or another one of your meatshields?"

"Hey, hey, no need to be like that." Gigan gave a chuckle as he took a sip of his drink. Ah, still tasted the same as he remembered. He took a bigger gulp. "And what do you mean, ANOTHER meatshield? Don't act like you don't miss those old days. All the plundering and pilfering, great times." Another gulp. "Not my fault you got yourself trapped in here."

"Pretty sure it was," the centipede grumbled. "When you threw me under the bus while you ran away like a coward."

"Like a pirate~."

"Like a coward."

"Meh, don't take it so personal, Legs. I was going to come back for you, but you were already gone and now..." Another swig. "Who am I to tell you this 'honest' life is boring? After all, you're giving me free drinks."

"This piece of work..." Scolopendra hissed with another shake of his head, before looking to Ghidorah. "And you're dating this? What do you even see in him?"

The cyborg gave a short, sharp laugh as he brought his glass back up to his beak for another go, intending to respond for his partner when-

"No, I'm not 'dating' him." Gigan heard Ghidorah growl softly and he sputtered mid-gulp. But the dragon doesn't stop, maintaining direct eye-contact with him with all six eyes. "The half-life coward did the same to me, tried to abandon me in a fight. Watching Godzilla blast him out of the sky was the single most satisfying thing I've ever seen."

Moment of silence, as Gigan glared towards his slave harshly. Didn't he tell this asshole not to speak unless spoken t-

Dammit, Scolopendra spoke to him and now this bastard was taking every advantage of it to ruin everything! Well, two can play at that game. Glancing at the centipede, who was now giving him a Look, he pushed the drink closer to his partner.

"Heh, stop kidding around, babe. Tell the bug you're joking."

The smirk returned to Gigan's face as Ghidorah did as told immediately. "You're joking." AND that smirk died just as quickly as it appeared.

Oh, this smartass mother-fuckin' piece of-

Without warning, he struck a blade across the chest of the dragon, who jolts back and loses balance from his chair. The ground trembled from the impact as he fell, and Gigan gave his partner no time to recover as he stomped a foot onto the gash he left. This earned a pained snarl from the dragon, but Ghidorah does nothing to retaliate as the cyborg once more hooked a claw around that middle head, leaning in to hiss directly into this asshole's ear.

"How about this: You don't speak, at all, unless I directly address you. Now shut up, and drink your damn glass."

They continued to lock glares for a moment, before Gigan lets him go and sits back on his seat. Ghidorah took a moment to get up, blood seeping from the wound but he does nothing to tend to himself. He instead looked at the drink, glanced at Gigan's glass, then back to his own. The middle head leaned down and a forked tongue slipped out his mouth and barely brushes the surface of the drink.

"Well?" Gigan persisted impatiently. "I said, drink."

The dragon growled but said nothing as he began lapping up the drink. And no sooner had he done that, that he began gagging and what liquid he managed to swallow came right back up, seeping from the corners of his mouth. He opened said mouth and allowed it to spill its contents onto the countertop.

"Oh, what the hell!?" Scolopendra barked, jumping back as the puddle sparked for a moment before petering out. The multi-legged kaiju shot a glare at the cyborg. "You said no messes!"

"Oh, ho~!" Gigan chortled, ignoring the bug. "Didn't take you to be THAT much of a lightweight! Or does it really taste that bad?" He shot Scolopendra a teasing look, but the centipede was having no more of his shenanigans, leaving the mess with them as he resumed cleaning glasses on the OTHER end of the bar. Meh, whatever, Gigan had better entertainment next to him. "Drink the whole thing, babe. It gets better as you go."

His tail clasped Ghidorah's glass, holding it to the dragon's lips. Of course, Ghidorah couldn't refuse and opened his mouth to receive the drink. And no sooner did it go down his throat than his stomach gave another heave to expel it. Well then...

"Seriously, it can't be that bad," Gigan grunted, glancing at the glass. He was a little bit annoyed that his new partner was having this reaction to his favorite drink. "Is the taste too strong for you?"

Ghidorah glared at him with venom before responding in that beautiful monotoned voice. "I taste nothing."

...

Gigan would blink his eye if he could; he wasn't sure what answer he was expecting to hear, but that certainly wasn't it. Was this dragon serious? Who's he kidding, of course this dragon was serious! He really can't taste anything? Then why was he spitting it all out? Can he not drink alcohol? Did the hydra's body take it as a toxin and thus something to be rid of? Time to find out...

"Hey, Scoli!"

"Clean it up yourself."

"Not that, you idiot. I need you to give a glass of water. Just. Water."

The centipede doesn't even turn to look at him, continuing to clean before placing one of those glasses down and filling it with ice water before sliding it over to the cyborg. Gigan stopped it with a blade before pushing it pointedly towards the dragon.

"How about this one?"

"I said, I taste nothing."

"Don't care. You're still going to drink this."

Ghidorah sneered at him as he turned to the water. This time, he took it with one of his jaws, teeth closed over the glass delicately yet firmly. It looked a bit awkward to the cyborg, but he imagined the hydra didn't have many situations where he would need to manipulate objects. Ghidorah took a sizeable gulp from it, and just as the alcohol had done previously, so too did this water. The dragon heaved and out it all came, all over the floor with more sparks.

Gigan watched this for a moment, less than amused. So the dragon can't consume ANYTHING at all; did his creators not see a purpose in it at all? Well, isn't that just great! Ghidorah really was being a pain in the ass right now, wasn't he? All he wanted was a night of fun with his future mate, show him off, get them both plastered before the main event. But of course that can't happen, can it? The dragon just had to make fools out of both of them. He lets out a huff, forcing a crooked smile onto his beak. He will have his fun, Ghidorah be fucked.

"Fine, more for me. Keep 'em coming, Legs! We're gonna be here a while."