I never saw eye to eye with my younger brother. He and his unquenchable desire to own everything in the universe was insufferable. If Frieza wished for something he didn't possess, he would take it or blow it up. Only the restrictions placed by our father stopped him from destroying every little inconvenience in his way. Even then, like any spoiled brat, Frieza would whine to our father to get his own way. His complaints always went along the lines of 'I want this' and 'I want that.'
Truly, it was unbecoming of a son of an emperor. One of his position must act with restraint and accept criticism. Unlike my pathetic brother, I am more dignified. I even allow my soldiers to provide constructive comments. The tradeoff was that I kill them afterward. Sadly, none took up the opportunity.
I did not complain or depend on our father. My accomplishments were mine alone. I act with efficiency and crush my foes, be they old or young. When I was done with a planet, its inhabitants would be broken and forever loyal to me. Besides, I always gave them a fair choice in life: slavery or extinction. Either way, I got what I want.
Alas, our father still favored Frieza over me. I wasn't surprised since he always spoiled Frieza due to being a prodigy within our race. There was a time I joked that my father would be dumb enough to hand the empire to him. Oh, how infuriating it was when my shit little brother rubbed the news of his inheritance in my face. His smug face was asking to meet my fist. Yet, I controlled my anger because I knew I was better. My father simply made a mistake and was too afraid to correct himself.
It didn't matter to me; I never wanted the position anyways. Being an emperor came with the responsibilities of keeping a suicidal population from killing themselves through revolts and assassination attempts. To much work, so little reward. My hands were already full from the politics of my own collection of planets. On one hand, this new responsibility could provide valuable learning experiences for this idiot.
That's how I ended up on this god-forsaken monkey planet. My father thought it was appropriate for the entire family to be present at Frieza's crowning ceremony. I, on the other hand, couldn't handle this repetitive activity. My precious time had gone to waste for my brother. This was my time he's wasting, and I would not allow more of it to be squandered.
The moment the ship landed, I separated and took a short stroll of the premises. Salza, one of my most trusted soldiers, followed me with his new scouter. I didn't mind the company, made it less work if I wanted to make an example out of some monkeys.
Color me surprised when Salza pointed out a sudden appearance of a high power level. 'High' in the standard of these dirty monkeys. For a second, I thought he was talking about the snipers aiming and failing to kill my brother. However, the source was nowhere near the landing site. I might as well check it out since I literally had nothing better to do.
Then, I was met with my second surprise of the day. A little female monkey kicked the door open and showed herself to be the source. Her face, once filled with determination, became pale when our eyes met.
"Lord Cooler, this infant seems to be the source". Salza confirmed my suspicions.
"Fascinating." I surveyed the youngling. Her looks were typical of a female Saiyan, black spiky hair and all. There were an abnormal number of scars upon her tanned body. The parts not covered by her armor showed muscles under her baby fat. Perhaps a sign of harsh training.
Something was amiss about this situation. Usually, my opposition would tremble before my might and kneel in fear. The young ones would faint at the shear pressure I naturally exert. In a span of a second, she had regained her composure. We stood there staring at each other.
"So." I started. "Are you going to keep staring like a piss ant, or are you going to kneel like a good subservient monkey?"
"Is that a rhetorical question?" She slowly replied.
"Is yours?"
"No?"
I held out a finger and shot a ki beam through her chest. Finishing the deed, I turned my back towards her. Stupid youngling not understanding her place in the universe. Look at her now, bleeding to death. I guess she was lucky to die by my hands instead of my brother's. With his attitude, he would kill her just for existing to show off to our father. Very pathetic of him to use violence to make these Saiyans comply with their new ruler. If it was me, I would torture them first before letting them dye slowly. Similar to this Saiyan here.
…
Strange. There's a distinct lack of screaming and a body falling on the ground. I could've sworn I puncture a lung and maybe the heart with that blow. The wound should be fatal.
Today was just full of surprises. The youngling was standing there without a care. She's acting as if I never put a hole in her chest.
"How are you still standing, youngling? That hole in your chest should be intolerably painful."
"I have a hole in my chest?" She looked down and saw blood gushing from the wound, only to shrug her shoulders. "Meh. Had worse."
"Wha…How?" I blinked in surprise.
"Salza, are you seeing this?" I asked my trusted henchman. It was possible I was hallucinating.
"Yes sir. A gaping hole in the chest and a pool of blood on the ground." Salza dutifully answered.
"Damn. I guess time for plan B." I lifted my finger again.
"What's plan B?" The female Saiyan asked, concerned for her safety. Or what I believe was fear since she's still ignoring that gaping hole in her chest.
"Is that another rhetorical question?"
"Are you going to beam me if I said no?"
"Yes."
"Then yes for me-." I sent another beam at her left chest before she could finish her reply. I was going to shoot her no matter her answer. She may have survived one of my attacks, but there's no way she would live from two.
A few seconds went by without a reaction besides her body releasing a flow of blood from her now two holes. I have read up on Saiyan biology during my trip here in case of a need to demonstrate. She currently had no functional lungs, loss of most of her blood, and a barely running heart. How was she alive, much less standing without support? Should I give her a third hole to be safe?
"Anything else you want to add?" I asked lifting my finger for the third time. This was going on for far too long. This time, I was aiming between the eyes.
"Does me replying give you the inclination to shoot me again?"
"Perhaps." I started gathering energy on the tip of my finger.
"Then what about the fact that I am losing consciousness and am going to fall face-first onto the ground?" The Saiyan tried to move her arms, but the limbs only twitched. A second later, she collapse onto the ground with a splash, covering her face in her own blood. I lowered my arm in shock. That was…entertaining. In fact, the most entertaining interaction I ever had.
"Should I check for a pulse?" Salza asked.
"Sure why not. I doubt she'll live though. Her heart was barely active after my first-"
"She's alive, Lord Cooler. As a matter of fact, her breathing is quite strong and her heart is beating in normal intervals."
Isn't she just full of surprises? A grin crept upon my face. This was very entertaining indeed. "Salza, change of plans. Bring this Saiyan back to our ship and heal her wounds."
Salza saluted and picked up the youngling like a sack of potatoes.
"Oh, and tell the rest that we have a new member joining us." I continued. Having a weakling in my forces was pointless. Though a weakling being a resilient punching bag would do wonders as a training dummy. Salza gave a confused look but said nothing. He gave a confirmation before flying off.
I kept my eyes on them until they escaped my line of sight. Silence surrounded the area, one that I relished after that event I encountered.
And it was broken a minute later by an older male Saiyan no less. The new monkey seems out of breath from his little trip here.
"I'm am sorry for intruding my lord, but have you seen a young female Saiyan around here?" The Saiyan asked.
The man had the right words but lacked the right tone. Maybe I could indulge myself in his predicament. "Yes, I did. Do tell me who she is?"
"Well, she is my daughter, Gula. I really want to get her back." The monkey straightens himself, instead of kneeling.
"Oh. What's in it for me?" I politely asked. The man widen his eyes and couldn't give a response. However, I had an answer for him. I crossed my arms and pretended to think for a bit.
"I have an idea. In return, maybe you can satisfy my curiosity in a test?"
"What sort of test?" He replied before I shot a ki beam through his chest. The man screamed and fell on his back. Slowly and surely, the Saiyan died from blood loss and damaged organs.
Finally, the right reaction towards getting a hole blown into their chest. Good thing her resilience wasn't hereditary.
AN: Suppression of her power level is caused by her high level of stress and depression, which is all bottled up by her insane nature. So less depression means less of her strength being suppressed. Nappa's encouraging words reduced some of her depression and lead to Salza seeing a high power level on his scouter.