And here we go again. The first true battle in this story is preparing to take place, and things will be revealed.
Oh, boy, this is going to be a long chapter...
Don't worry, though. I have no plans of leaving this story incomplete. And even if I go on hiatus, I'll still come back to continue what was begun. Just saying, though... this particular chappie is gonna be a long, hard piece of work.
So let us begin...
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, Dragon Ball Z Kai, Dragon Ball Super, or Dragon Ball GT. That is the property of Funimation, Toei Animation, Fuji TV, Shueisha, and Akira Toriyama.
Chapter 4: The Chilling Monarch
Capsule Corp...
Quickly coming into view of Capsule Corp, Yamcha arrived upon the balcony where he and Bulma usually hung out. Said blunette, as well as her father Doctor Briefs and his cat Puar, came to greet him. Sitting at the table, looking intensely nervous (which was really out of character for this particular person), was an extremely pale Vegeta, hands on his head.
"Yamcha, you're here!" chirped Puar, flying up to meet her lord in mid-air.
"Hey, Puar..." chuckled Yamcha, reaching out to scratch behind the tiny feline's ears as he looked to position himself on the balcony.
"You took a while," Bulma snorted as Yamcha came to land in front of her.
"I was just going jogging," explained Yamcha. "Baseball season..."
Thankfully, Bulma didn't follow up with any questions and merely dismissed the issue without word. Yamcha, however, felt perturbed by Bulma's greeting. It would be nice to receive a "hello" or a hug, but she still treated him like the friend that no one liked. It was pretty much the "welcome" he got from her ever since he came back from the dead.
"We're glad you came by, son," said Doctor Briefs jovially, shrugging as his eyes rolled over to Vegeta. "Vegeta's been panicking non-stop since 10 minutes ago..."
At the sound of his name being called, Vegeta leaped up and let out a stressed exclamation of mixed fury and worry. He began pacing back and forth in a set motion while rambling: "I can't stress enough how serious this whole situation is! It's infuriating!"
"Vegeta," Panchy Briefs said softly as she arrived, stepping onto the balcony, carrying a few lemonades on a tray. "You're still not mad about the pink shirt, are you?"
"This has nothing to do with that atrocity I wore last week!" shouted Vegeta. "Even if I was still irritated about that, this is different! It's Frieza! He's alive, and he is coming to Earth! Somehow that damned imbecile Kakarot failed to kill him!"
"Is he being serious?" groaned Bulma. "I just think he's being delusional..."
"No, I sense something too..."
He had been neglecting it earlier, but he had sensed... something... earlier. Yamcha decided to tune in his senses, using his knowledge of the power of ki to sense something beyond Earth's atmosphere... and it was close. Very close. A power level as unbelievable and as mighty as only one other man he knew who could reach such a level...
Wait.
There were two energies?
"Vegeta..." Yamcha said slowly. "Don't you sense that other power...?"
"Other...?"
Vegeta snapped his attention to the sky and concentrated himself. In doing so, he managed to divide the power of the being he believed was Frieza, and managed to scan a separate power, slightly stronger, and very similar to Frieza's...
"...damn it..."
"What?"
"He brought his father," snarled Vegeta, his voice still wavering with fear. "It wasn't enough that he come here himself?! He had to bring the mighty King Cold here?!"
Everyone quickly tensed. Frieza had a father? If so, then he must be unimaginably powerful!
"Bulma," Yamcha said, quickly turning to Bulma. "The others need to know about this. We need them over here now."
"Already did it," Bulma replied. "They should be here soon. We also checked the satellite to see where exactly the ship will land. It seems to be headed for the Northern Wastelands..."
"It's no use, I'm telling you!" shouted Vegeta. "Have you gone brain-dead?! As much as I hate to admit, we need Kakarot! He's the only one who can actually fight Frieza and his father and not be destroyed instantly!"
"Yeah, well Goku isn't here," snapped Yamcha. "Goku hasn't been seen for two years. We're all we got right now. And we're not being given the choice to cower. So don't act like we should be too scared to fight, even if we're totally out of our league!"
However, Yamcha instinctively grew tense when Vegeta rounded on him. Forgetting that Vegeta was still greatly disturbed by the possible return of the most feared being in the entire galaxy, he was still a very formidable figure. It would take something particularly embarrassing to make Vegeta lose the naturally powerful and intimidating air he usually had around him.
"Are you trying to say," Vegeta implied, "that if you were me, and I were Frieza or his father, you wouldn't feel a shred of fear? Because I can very much tell you're just as nervous about me in your personal space as I am of Frieza coming to destroy this mud ball in space."
"No, that's not it at all," said Yamcha, refusing to back down. "I'll admit. I'm scared, too. I'm petrified at the fact that I possibly came back to life not long ago simply to die again. But I'm not prepared to sit on my ass and do nothing. Are you?"
Vegeta wanted to argue back as he usually did, but once again he was at a loss of words in front of the desert bandit.
"Damn you..." Vegeta snarled, whirling around and going back to pacing. "If the situation weren't that serious, I'd kill you right now..."
Yamcha was pretty sure he would, so he didn't say anything. However, he was secretly smug at that he had won yet another argument over Vegeta.
Soon after the settlement of this exchange, the silhouettes of five people appeared in the sky, wreathed in white aura. Bulma instantly recognized them and called out to the others on the new arrivals as they landed upon the balcony, coming to rest in a straight line. Son Gohan, with hair as unkempt as Yamcha's, clad in a small suit of flexible armor stolen from the spaceship Frieza commandeered before its destruction on Namek. Krillin, short in stature, bald-headed, and clad in the orange Gi worn by the students of the Turtle School of martial arts. Tien Shinhan, contrasting to Krillin in being almost twice as tall as the bald monk, wearing a green baggy Gi with a single shoulder tank top. Chiaotzu, the smallest of the five, childlike in stature with pale white skin and rosy cheeks, clad in a small black hat with a red top, and a tank top of his own (only with both shoulders) with black pants. And Piccolo, very alien from the others with green skin, long ears, antennae hidden under a turban, and clad in a purple Gi combined with a long white cape with pauldrons.
"Hey, Yamcha!" said Krillin in a chipper tone not particularly correct with the situation. "We got the news," he added in a more worried voice, which better befitted the scenario.
"So," said Piccolo, stoic as usual in such dire moments. "Frieza is still alive."
"And he brought his father," Yamcha informed them, the additional info succeeding in making the new arrivals (minus Piccolo, ever the unfettered) more worried than before. "So that means double the trouble."
"And they're going to the Northern Wastelands," added Bulma. "They should be entering the atmosphere soon."
"Well if he's so close, we need to go!" Gohan piped up, bouncing up and down on his feet. "I need to get back home before afternoon, Mom needs me to finish my pre-calculus studies tonight!"
Without much word, the Z Fighters plus Vegeta made to take off, but suddenly they found Bulma in their way.
"Hold up you guys..." she said, walking up to Yamcha. "I wanna come with. Take me with you."
"Back off, woman!" said Vegeta tartly, walking in front of the two of them and attempting to usher Bulma back over to her parents. "We don't need you dragging us down, you'll end up captured."
"Screw you, Saiyan Prince!" Bulma replied with flare. "I wanna see this Frieza person for myself, and it's not like I'm gonna get in your way of satisfying your fight boner!"
"Fine..." groaned Yamcha, picking Bulma up off her feet. He, too, was also against Bulma coming, but felt as if he had no say in the manner. Bulma was a woman with a really demanding personality. If she wanted something, she would get it. One way or another.
"Look, if you're coming, just don't get too close," advised Tien. "Otherwise, you'll end up just like everyone here. All of us - minus Gohan - have died at least once."
"Just let us handle it, OK?" added Chiaotzu, giving Bulma a wink.
As Bulma situated herself correctly in Yamcha's arms, she gave a glance over to her parents, bidding them farewell.
"Mom, Dad, I'll be back soon!"
"Do be careful, dear," said Doctor Briefs. "Please try not to end up hurt or anything!"
"Come back safely!" chirped Panchy sweetly.
"Be careful, Lord Yamcha," Puar added to her closest friend.
"Don't you worry about me, Puar," Yamcha assured her, as he turned with Bulma in his arms and made to take off, followed by the others as they set off to the first thing to threaten Earth since Goku's late brother Raditz came to the planet with devious intentions...
An hour later, the Northern Wastelands...
The landscape of the opposing sides' chosen destination, while more fertile than other landmarks where past interstellar incursions had happened, was still devoid of any significant form of life. Nevertheless, spots of green enamored the hills with odd bits of rock protruding from the ground, eventually leading to sizable peaks that dotted the vista. Particularly like the selected landing zone for the saucer-shaped spacecraft belonging to the invaders, they curved into vertical spires that reached up towards the sky.
Needless to say, anyone visiting the planet for the first time would find such a place to be dreadfully droll.
These were the thoughts of the Z Fighters, plus Vegeta and Bulma Briefs, as they surveyed from a cliff as said spaceship, hovering ominously over the landscape, attempted to select a place to land. The eerie droning of the spacecraft carried on as it eventually selected a flat plain of rock to position itself over before lowering, extending out its landing gear "legs" as its altitude decreased. As the ship finally settled down, the "legs" bent down to safely rest the ship on the ground. Hydraulics hissed as the ship came to a halt in the canyon below.
Above on the plateau, the Z Fighters watched with a feel of wariness, waiting for something to reveal itself. As they did, Yamcha quietly decided to initiate inquisitive conversation on what they faced.
"Frieza's father?" Yamcha whispered. "Bad enough that he exists, but he has a dad to come crying to when someone beats the hell out of him?"
"Yes," Vegeta muttered back. "Frieza is the face of the organization, being the Emperor of the Universe, but King Cold is the man behind him. Cold was once Emperor himself, and while relationships between Cold and the Saiyans were... strained, he at least tolerated our people, even if he might have harbored prejudice against us. But when he stepped down to let Frieza take control... it all devolved from that point on, especially with how Frieza was very open about his disdain for Saiyans."
"And this led to him destroying your planet when he ultimately decided he had no longer need of you," concluded Piccolo.
"Hmph..."
Vegeta peeked over the edge of the wall of rock they were hiding behind, scanning for any sign of extraterrestrial invaders exiting the ship. When nothing happened, he looked back to the others.
"As far as power levels go," Vegeta continued, "I do believe Cold is more powerful than his son. I'm not entirely sure if he has the ability to transform, or whether that was a mutation Frieza developed. All of Frieza's family are mutants, after all... but he is most definitely not an opponent to be trifled with."
"Wonderful..." grumbled Gohan, having found himself in a very pessimistic mood what with the intrusion of an intergalactic tyrant on their doorstep. "So we have two aliens of almost equal strength ready to invade the planet, and they can't be beaten by anyone minus my father, who had to fulfill an ancient prophecy in order to actually be able to win against them." He groaned audibly, his gut constricting. "I'm surprised that no one's freaking out at the moment..."
"We should be trained at this point not to be unsettled by these kinds of events," said Tien, voice tense and hitched as if he were experiencing a chill. "But you're right, Gohan. With the odds not in our favor, I think we all feel kind of small. Besides," he added grimly, "there's no avoiding it... I really believe some of us will die here..."
"We could probably take on all of Frieza's troops," suggested Chiaotzu. "But then that would leave Frieza and his dad. And then..." He shuddered, trying not to think of the myriad ways Frieza could possibly kill them all.
"Geez, I've died twice already," Krillin complained. "I don't want my death count to go up to 3..."
While the Z Fighters mumbled amongst each other, Bulma seemed less fearful and argumentative while looking down at the congregation of soldiers. She had been idly wondering how exciting it would be to go and talk to this emperor of the cosmos his friends had informed her so much about. She fancied herself a very persuasive individual. Perhaps she could convince them to leave?
'It's always the same thing,' Bulma thought to herself. 'The guys fight, they lose, they wait for Goku. But Goku's still nowhere to be found, and these idiots are probably gonna die because of that stupid crap. But what if someone convinced these aliens to leave...?'
She formed a smirk, suddenly feeling very confident.
It was at that moment where Vegeta chose to make a spurning comment towards the Earthlings.
"Well, at least you're all smart enough to realize one thing: these are two monsters beyond all your power. If you Earthlings even think for a second that they should be fought, then you should stand back and let me do it! I don't need foolish weaklings like yourselves in my way!"
"In case you hadn't noticed," Yamcha shot back, "this is our planet, not yours. And we're not gonna stand by while someone tries to do whatever they want with it!"
"Then you'll end up as pathetically as you did when I came here to do exactly that, you fodder!" sneered Vegeta.
"Now listen here!" Yamcha started up, and soon a huge debacle began as the Z Fighters began to spit insults at Vegeta for thinking so little of them.
This was the distraction Bulma believed she required. While the others bickered with Vegeta back and forth, she caught eye of a pathway down the cliff. She would slide down there and negotiate, and no one would get hurt!
'God, I love how smart I am sometimes...'
She now tip-toed over to the side of the cliff, noticing a convienient little slope on which to walk down. Grinning all the way, Bulma slipped down and out of view of the Z Fighters while they were too caught up in their debate about power levels.
Down below, the alien ship's boarding ramp had unfolded to reveal the unwanted guests marching into the sunlight. Frieza, King Cold and Nabana made up the front, with a majority of King Cold's men marching behind them in a solid formation. Frieza's face was set with disgust as he observed their landing site, which was very much a subversion of the beautiful blue-and-green orb he had viewed from space.
"Well, my son..." King Cold ventured mildly. "Is this what you were expecting?"
Frieza sniffed apathetically. "Such a barren place..." he replied dryly. "I had expected an engaging paradise, not an uninteresting wasteland. Yet it was possibly mere chance that we landed in such a dull place?"
"Are you OK, Lord Frieza?" asked Nabana, his voice small and meek. "I mean, not that I have the right to confide..."
"If you cannot preform a coherent sentence without your voice quivering," Frieza growled, "I suggest you be silent, lieutenant."
Nabana did not open his mouth again.
"I suppose you are in inner turmoil, son?" King Cold questioned. "Perhaps you require a moment to collect your thoughts before blindly raging at the first thing you lay your eyes upon...?"
Frieza did not reply instantly, having occupied himself with his thoughts. Supporting his organic arm with his robotic one, the younger tyrant placed his hand upon his chin while reminding himself of why he was here. Callous dreams of what he had planned for the planet flowed through his mind, as well as how he would enact his vengeance upon seeing the filthy simian fool who dared to humiliate him. His lips curled into an unnerving smirk.
"I am most certainly well, Father..." Frieza informed his patriarchal figure, turning to face him, Nabana, and the extraterrestrial fighting force they had assembled. "In fact, I am borderline ecstatic about this entire scenario. Our Saiyan quarry has no grasp on what he unleashed when he chose to oppose me. As today, he will witness the enslavement - and should it be brought to it, genocide - of the planet he so sickeningly felt affection for as his home." Marching past his father and Nabana, he addressed his troops. "Men! You are free to show no mercy to any who oppose you on this planet. But your primary objective is to locate any Saiyans, half-breed Saiyans, or any form of sentient lifeforms non-native to this planet. Saiyans are of your utmost importance in this search, particularly one known to clad in orange and blue. Should you discover this Saiyan, report it to me. I will deal with him myself."
"YES, SIR!" shouted all of the armored men in response to Frieza's instructions, setting to move out immediately.
But the whole army hadn't taken two steps until at that moment...
"Yoo-hoo~! Hello~!"
Frieza and King Cold whirled around, and all of Frieza's men looked to notice the young woman having appeared before them, attempting to look cute.
And it was at that moment that the rest of the Z Fighters also noticed that Bulma was not where she should be.
"WHAT?!?" Vegeta shouted. "When did the woman get down there?!?"
"No!" Yamcha gasped. "Bulma! What...? What's she thinking?!?"
All of the Z Fighters gawked in terror down the cliff, expect for Piccolo, who had a more grim expression on his face, and Vegeta, whose face was outright rage.
"What did I say?!" Vegeta barked. "That stupid woman had no right coming to a battlefield! Feeble-minded sow!"
"Hey, don't insult Bulma!" Yamcja snapped defensively. "She..."
But then he froze. He couldn't deny that what Bulma was doing now was insanely idiotic, even for her. How could she possibly think she had a chance with these monsters?!
Down below, meanwhile, all the aliens had perplexed eyes trained eyes upon this beautiful woman who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.
"Nice to meet you, rulers of the universe," Bulma tittered, putting up a coy display. "Name's Bulma, esteemed scientist and smartest woman on the planet!" She pointed at the both of them. "I heard there were a couple of aliens coming here... so you're Frieza, the emperor himself! And you... you must be his father! So nice to meet you both, your Majesties!"
Frieza stared wide-eyed at the foolish girl, while King Cold placed his finger to his mouth as in thought.
"So, boys..." Bulma continued, now starting to put on a flirtatious display by moving her hips in a suggestive manner. "I heard you two are conquerors... you're not looking to destroy my planet, are you? That'd be a shame, because I came here to talk to you peacefully. Maybe I can ask why you're here? Perhaps we can work things out so nothing crazy happens!" She then struck a very alluring pose, one hand behind her back, another on her hip, and one leg in front of the other. "You'll listen to a pretty little thing like me, won't you?" She winked and blushed.
From up on the cliff, the Z Gang had to place their hands on his head. Was she honestly attempting to barter for something?! She knew who these people were supposed to be, and still...
'Bulma... what is she thinking?!' Yamcha groaned in his mind. 'She obviously thinks she can try and sway these guys with her charms, but this is suicide! I always knew that stupidity was gonna end her up in deep crap! Man, where's Goku when you need him?!?'
Down below, the members of the Frieza Force murmured in question about the newcomer, who had not broken character at least once. Bulma was apparently fearless. King Cold seemed to take in Bulma's words, as he was fixated on her for whatever reason.
Frieza was not impressed.
"What a repulsive creature," he snorted. "Have you no shame?"
Then he raised his finger and pointed it at Bulma! That was enough for Bulma to flinch and put her hands in front of her! The Z Fighters almost left their position, but...
"Now, now, my son..."
Frieza looked to his father, and slowly lowered his hand.
"This one may be something interesting..." King Cold mused, a small smirk forming on his lips. "Search her first, however."
A couple of soldiers marched forward and flanked Bulma, making sure that she had no escape route possible. Not that she would've moved, she was petrified. Nabana also examined her, pressing the reset button on his scouter and scanning her power, all while looking Bulma up and down, as if checking for anything amiss. She thankfully passed the test.
"Scouter readings say she has a measly power level of 2," said the alien lieutenant. "And there are no weapons on her. The Scouter would be able to pick up any concealed weapons."
"Very good, Nabana," King Cold replied, nodding to his second. "Bring her forward."
The two soldiers nudged Bulma forward, and she stopped in front of his massive legs, which were impressively muscular and as thick as tree trunks. Her head came up to his abdomen, which made her gulp as she realized how tiny she was compared to him.
Not to mention the look he was giving her was extremely unsettling.
He had the nastiest smirk imaginable, and was staring down at the small little woman in front of him with a very intrigued - and possibly aroused - look.
"If I may be so bold to say this, madam..." King Cold said deeply, "you are indeed a fine specimen. A rare gem in a somewhat uninteresting universe."
"Wha...?"
Bulma gulped. Was Frieza's father actually hitting on her?
From above, the Z Fighters watched with quiet shock, rooted to where they were as their friend - Yamcha's girlfriend - stood in extremely close proximity to Frieza's father.
"H-Hey! I-I'm not available, you royal ass!" Bulma barked, stammering a bit as she tried to rebuff the king, hoping to disinterest him. "I have a boyfriend!"
"It's not your place to say," Nabana told her, with a rather excited grin. "The king says he wants something, he gets it. Looks like you're his new pet!"
"P... Pet?!" Bulma squeaked as she looked up, wide-eyed, at the king. Then she got angry. "HEY, YOU CAN'T JUST LOOK AT EVERY WOMAN LIKE A PIECE OF MEAT AND TAKE THEM AS SOME CONCUBINE! LEMME GO!"
Those words actually reached the Z Fighters from where they were standing, and all of them (sans Gohan, who was too young to understand) were repulsed and shocked! Yamcha was especially horrified.
"NO!" Yamcha yelled, starting to get up, but Krillin and Tien held him back.
"Yamcha, no!" cried out Krillin, holding him back.
"But Bulma, she's...! He's gonna...! GET OFF!"
Letting out a cry of defiance, he raised his ki, and the aura he gave off knocked Krillin and Tien off of him. They watched him bolt down the cliff.
"Damn it!" cursed Krillin, and he and Tien flew down after him. The others, realizing their cover had been horrifically blown, quickly followed suit. Chiaotzu, Gohan and Piccolo went together, followed by a very reluctant Vegeta.
Their sudden approach set the Scouters of their enemy beeping loudly, as the foreign powers approached.
"My Lords!" cried out Nabana, pointing to the sky. "Incoming!"
King Cold's expression changed from devious glee to frustrated surprise as he looked up to see seven newcomers bounding from behind a cliff to soar on down to their ground level. Frieza also turned attention to the unwanted arrivals. They all landed down about 5 feet away from the Frost Demons and their men, determination in their eyes.
"GUYS!"
Bulma quickly ran past Nabana, who grabbed her arm, only for her to kick him right in the shin. The alien man yelped in pain before hopping back, grabbing his hurt leg. Bulma, meanwhile, jumped into Yamcha's arms.
"I'm sorry!" she whined, shaking her head. "I wasn't thinking, I was so stupid...!"
"Bulma, don't do that again," Yamcha seethed, holding his girlfriend close. "You just scared the ever-living HFIL out of me, I... I thought you were dead."
"Oh?" Frieza sneered at them. "And who would be so bold?"
Yamcha quietly placed Bulma aside, giving her a subtle gesture to get out of harm's way. She wisely ran back to the nearby cliff the Z Fighters had previously used as an observing position, while the others faced off with Frieza himself.
The alien man's eyes roved in-between the opposition before laying his sight upon Gohan. "I recognize you... brat." he noted, directing his words particularly at Gohan. "Your father is the reason I look like this."
Gohan gulped down a wad of spit having built up in his throat.
"Moreso..." Frieza continued, acknowledging the presence of Krillin and Piccolo, "it seems the Dragon Balls can bring people back from the dead after all, as I remember with great clarity that I blew you to smithereens." When Krillin made no reply (possibly terrified out of his wits), Frieza moved on. "And you, Namekian... be thankful for your healing factor, otherwise you might have perished from the hole I put in your chest."
Piccolo merely huffed in response. Out of everyone present, he was obviously the one least likely to show any kind of fear.
"And..." Frieza's eyes - both real and artificial - lit up with gleeful malice as he saw Vegeta glaring back at him. "Vegeta," he said, his voice rife with faux affability. "You still refuse to learn any lesson after I brutally took your life?"
"Bastard..." snarled Vegeta as Frieza turned to observe the other three individuals.
"And while I do not recognize your companions," he said mildly, his eyes casually lingering on Yamcha himself before averting, "I am somewhat impressed. I was not aware that such handsome creatures existed in this part of the universe."
Yamcha raised one eyebrow. Was Frieza talking about him?
"But enough of studying who stand in my way," finished Frieza dismissively. "You do not have any delusions that you can beat me, hopefully...? I am only here for the one you call 'Goku.'"
"Well you came at the wrong time," Yamcha informed him. "We haven't seen Goku since your fight with him on Namek."
"Really?" Frieza's lingering smile slowly curled downwards into a displeased scowl. "Then I seem to have come to this planet only for naught. Shame..."
"Not precisely," replied King Cold, causing Frieza to turn and acknowledge his father. "This planet is still a prime target for the Planet Trade. And even if your Saiyan is not here, he will certainly despair at the sight of his planet under invasion, and his friends dead."
Frieza turned back to the Z Fighters, taking time to accept the situation with a shrug. "Oh, well," he conceded. "My vengeance must be delayed, but you will at least have the honor of witnessing a terror greater than Hell itself: my full power." At that, the Z Fighters instantly snapped into combat stances, preparing for the worst, but Frieza merely raised his hand in a dismissive manner. "Now, now," he assured them, though his tone was with a hint of condescension. "It should only come to that if I am to feel it should. You must prove yourself worthy of even attempting to lay your hands on me."
Frieza gave a discreet finger gesture to Nabana that only he saw, and the small alien turned to the red shirts under their command, crying out in a frenzied panic. "Soldiers! Take 'em out! FOR THE EMPIRE!"
Letting out a loud collective cry, the soldiers raised their fists to the sky and prepared to charge, but the Z Fighters stood their ground, ready to lay down their lives in defense of Earth.
"Everyone!" cried out Gohan. "Release your power!"
Yelling loudly, the Z Fighters bunkered down and unleashed all their ki, all of them becoming enshrouded in blazing white auras of power as the men of King Cold charged towards them in a blind barrage. They instantly stopped at their scouters beeping loudly and revealing the full power of the individuals before them. Each of them got a particularly alarming reading each. According to the scouters, Chiaotzu had a power level of 40,000. They read a power of 100,000 referring to Yamcha, and 120,000 on Tien. Krillin was shown with 150,000, while the number of 1,300,000 corresponded to Gohan. Piccolo had risen to 2,400,000 in power, and Vegeta slightly above that with 2,500,000. Taken by surprise, the soldiers quickly stopped in their tracks and gawked. Some soldiers had their scouters blow up from the output of their power, not able to take such readings.
"WASTE THEM ALL!" yelled Vegeta, and the Z Fighters charged while Cold's men were left in a confused panic. Some of them still charged, but the rest stood still while Frieza angrily barked at them from behind them to charge back.
In the end, it was a very one-sided battle, as the Z Fighters had simply spent their entire lives training, where the soldiers serving the Frost Demons were simple lap dogs with no extensive training at all, with their power levels of a about a mere 2,000 being absolutely nothing to the brave warriors of Earth (plus Vegeta).
Gohan was small, but fast, dodging and ducking and weaving between the numerous alien grunts while striking any within reach with crippling blows. The shrieking soldiers were either tossed up into the air or batted into their fellow men. The son of Goku had indeed come a long way from being a scared little boy of 4. At 6 years old, he was on his way to being a perfect fighter.
Krillin was not necessarily as fast as the young half-Saiyan, but certainly more than a match for the aliens, being very much fancied by his friends as the strongest human upon the planet. Evading and blocking countless strikes from the hapless mooks, Krillin countered each time. His blows had so much force into them that some of the enemy soldiers were sent flying into the air! Like the others around him, he fought as if he had no need to resort to ki attacks, All these men were beneath him.
Tien and Chiaotzu were back-to-back, as old friends were supposed to as they faced those attempting to take their planet by force. While being the weakest of the group, even Chiaotzu was not to be toyed with, as he doled out his paralyzing psychokinesis, successfully freezing troops in place before knocking them back. Tien, on the meanwhile, was taking care to gift his opponents with quick, precise strikes that quickly crippled them. His teachings in the Crane School of martial arts - which had originally helped refine him into a potential assassin - had served him very well.
Piccolo was not a man to show any sort of restraint against his adversaries, as evidenced by his brutal treatments of the poor saps trying to attack him. His attack pattern switched between bashing the soldiers before him with unforgiving blows and hitting others with quick-fire bolts of energy, either incapacitating them or killing them. Also remembering to use his elasticity to his advantage, he snaked out his arm like a rope to grab a reptilian soldier and sling him into the path of his allies, knocking them down.
Vegeta was so strong by this point that his blows were killing everyone he hit. While the others were showing some measure of not being too brutal, the Saiyan Prince's lethal force was more than enough to make the unlucky soldiers he hit cough up blood. Each time he lunged out, his fist or his foot broke a bone or ruptured an organ. The man recalled having to hang around fools such as these for years, soldiers who would look down on him for his Saiyan upbringing. And to Vegeta, the act of gruesomely beating everyone in his path to death was catharsis to him.
While balancing his life between training and baseball, Yamcha was not rusty in the slightest. His combat style switched back and forth as he fought, shifting between different styles of combat he had picked up over the years, catching his enemies off-guard as he battered them with ruthless efficiency. All of them crumpled with a single blow, as that was simply how beneath all of them were. Yamcha understood a great deal that he was not the strongest out there, but hell would freeze over before he was considered the weakest and wrongly underestimated.
After a few minutes full of combat, only one man remained, a pitiful humanoid man with fair skin and a shock of blue hair adorned in a peculiarly high crew-cut. Seeing his whole squad felled by the Z Fighters, he stood petrified and left with no wonder as to what he should do next. Even the sight of a few of his comrades getting back up did nothing to stem his fear.
"FISSHI, GET OUTTA THERE!" cried out Nabana, waving his arms in a panic, but Yamcha had already moved forward to administer his signature technique...
"WOLF FANG FIST!"
The man named Fisshi could've sworn he saw the silhouette of a howling wolf in Yamcha's aura before he turned to run for his life, and even then it was all too late. Yamcha proceeded to bombard the man with a combo of rapid clawing strikes intertwined with critically damaging punches, before drawing his hands back and placing them together. His fingers were bent to resemble claws, and placed together they were intended to mimic the biting maw of a wolf. Yamcha exerted a powerful yell before slamming his palms into Fisshi's back, sending him tumbling past Frieza, King Cold and Nabana. He came to a rest underneath the ship, hardly moving.
The fight very much finished, those who had survived their beating began to slink back over to their superiors, bruised and beaten. And possibly too injured to continue fighting. Their superiors watched them limp back behind them, with Frieza pinching the bridge of his nose at his men's failure.
"What a disappointment."
The displeased tyrant pulled his finger back and then pointed forth, shooting a narrow beam of violet power from his fingertip. The laser pierced the chest of a wounded soldier attempting to limp back to his comrades, who fell motionless to the ground. Frieza then crossed his arms and seethed, trading the usually sophisticated and calm demeanor he usually held for an impatient scowl that he rarely used.
"They're just too strong, my lords!" Nabana complained in defense, hoping neither Frieza or his father would dispose of him now.
"It appears that once again," Frieza was seething, "that I must once again stoop to dealing with lowly fools. It is not a task befitting the ruler of the cosmos, but..."
King Cold's hand proceeded to put itself in front of Frieza's path, and said galactic monarch stopped, looking up to see his father lending him a smug grin.
"Now, now, son..." Cold told him. "Perhaps you should stand aside for your father. You wish to save your energy for this Super Saiyan, do you not? I shall deal with these Earth cretins for you."
Frieza looked between the Z Fighters and his patriarchal figure, and snorted, stepping back.
"Very well then, Father Dearest," Frieza huffed haughtily, his grin returning. "Do hope you are not too rusty after spending so long off the front lines..."
Ignoring his son's snide, sarcastic tone, King Cold reached for the buttons that linked his cape to his suit and undid them, releasing them from his collar. He then allowed the cape to flutter to the ground, which Nabana prevented from happening by catching it himself and rolling it up neatly.
"This will be a nostalgic experience for me, Earth warriors," he told the Z Fighters as he approached them. "It has been so long since anyone has amassed such daring to face the empire I once ruled, and I have had to crush such foolish resistance myself. And though I am perhaps rusty, I heavily doubt that any of you will be able to break my skin or damage my flesh."
The Z Fighters felt themselves overcome with a very large amount of terror that they did their best not to show. Gohan, Krillin, Piccolo, and Vegeta had faced the full power of this man's son 2 years back and had been powerless. So what real hope did they have against his father, who was arguably more powerful than his son? This was a feeling shared by Yamcha, Tien and Chiaotzu, who had all heard about Frieza's vast power from King Kai, ruler of the Northern Galaxy. So did they truly have any chance against someone with a power that formidable? Surely not...
Of course, as they doubted themselves, they quickly remembered what it meant if these intrusive beings succeeded and they took over the planet. How the planet would be subject to whatever type of subjugation they had planned. Rule under a totalitarian monarchy. Slavery. Genocide. Whatever they intended, they would do it, and no one would be able to stop it. And waiting for Goku was not an option, as it was very unlikely that he would simple drop out of the sky at any given moment.
No other choice in sight, they re-adjusted themselves in combat stances.
"Very well, then..." King Cold said with disinterest. "I will send you all to your graves if you wish an early death."
With a collective yell, the Z Fighters rushed the villain before them, but King Cold stood as still a statue, his red eyes glinting with a sadistic glee. As they all came at him with a balled-up fist or an outstretched leg, Cold waited until they were in such a minimal distance that it would take unnatural speed to block them all. But the Frost Demon simply let out a booming roar accompanied by a violet burst of energy exploding from his body in a shockwave that sent them all flying back. The brave warriors dug their feet into the ground (except for Chiaotzu, who usually floated, and simply recovered mid-air) as they skidded back, regaining a foothold to charge again.
"A mere warning," King Cold informed them. "But please disregard it at the risk of your own lives."
Yamcha was the first to ignore King Cold's "warning," his fingers bent to imitate claws as he homed in for his Wolf Fang Fist, but King Cold quickly reacted, casually sticking up his leg to grab Yamcha's head with the talon-like toes on his foot. Cold mercilessly brought his foot down to the ground, slamming the desert bandit face-first upon the ground. This was followed by an unceremonious kick, which sent Yamcha rolling across the ground, very limp.
Tien and Chiaotzu were next to try their hand, with Tien's hand drawn back for a deadly chop and Chiaotzu's foot outstretched for a forceful kick. They never landed the hits, as Cold merely dismissed them with a swipe of his tail, which caught Tien in the side and knocked him into Chiaotzu.
As they pitifully tumbled away, Krillin and Gohan went for a tandem strike. Krillin landed a kick to the back of Cold's head with such force that it would've shattered a normal man's skull. At the same time, Gohan charged knee-first into King Cold's back, and it, too, was full of terrifying force. But much to their horror, their hits had no effect on the tyrant. King Cold allowed his attackers to react in fear before he countered; he grabbed Krillin's leg and turned sideways to bash the ex-monk into Gohan. While Gohan sailed backwards, Cold slammed Krillin to the ground and stomped on his back, knocking all the wind out of the latter's lungs with a painful wheeze. It was a miracle that Krillin's back was not shattered instantly.
In order to prevent Krillin suffering more bodily harm, Piccolo rushed in to hit King Cold with a volley of frenzied strikes, which the Frost Demon backed away to dodge. Weaving in-between each of Piccolo's strikes as if the Namekian were in mere slow-motion. Growing impatient, Piccolo charged an orb of golden energy within his right palm and thrust it at his adversary's gut. At this offense, King Cold unexpectedly jumped 7 feet into the air - above Piccolo, as well as the beam of energy that shot forth from the green man's palm - and grasped him by the arm. As the alien monarch took flight for the first time that fight, the massive alien preformed a flip while still grasping Piccolo's arm, and the force of King Cold's pull yanked the arm away from Piccolo's shoulder, messily amputating the limb. As Piccolo yelled out in utmost pain, King Cold discarded the arm - purple blood spewing from the limb - and fired a beam of brilliant magenta from his hand, blasting the Namekian into the side of a cliff.
Last, but not least, came Vegeta. As King Cold turned to him, without bothering to do anything to block, he allowed Vegeta to deliver the strongest uppercut he could muster. The Saiyan's fist perfectly impacted with the Frost Demon's chin, but the latter refused to even budge. Vegeta even felt as if suddenly a couple of his fingers had splintered, and he began to think that maybe they had broken or at least suffered several bone fractures from simply hitting his opponent. Cold smirked and forced his elbow into Vegeta's jaw, and the Saiyan felt as if one or two of his teeth had broken. The he felt a very familiar and uncomfortable feeling as the tyrant's tail snaked around his neck.
"Ah... Prince Vegeta," King Cold observed mockingly. "As the old universal saying is known, 'like father, like son.' And just as your father was so easily beaten, as are you."
Vegeta struggled with the tail coiling around his windpipe, cutting off his life support. He managed to choke out something along the lines of 'Bastard...!', but he could only mouth the words.
"There was indeed a time when your race may have mattered," the ex-monarch continued, "but now... you are nothing more than a dying race of pariahs, sentenced to your fate long ago by those superior to you..."
Having no respect in mind for the former prince, King Cold loosened his tail's constriction as he backhanded Vegeta away, and the prince flew backwards and across the ground. The surviving soldiers laughed at Vegeta's inability to do much of anything against Frieza's paternal figure. And upon the ground, Vegeta felt almost as helpless as the day he had died to Frieza on Namek. He still remembered how Frieza subjected him to a long line of torture before choosing to end his life without one shred of emotion or pity. Vegeta very much expected this to happen once again before King Cold chose to finish him.
But as the tyrant slowly advanced on the fallen Saiyan, he was struck in the back by a pair of beams: a Masenko and a Kamehameha, which was no doubt the signal of Gohan and Krillin's resurgence. Though the blast did no use in harming him, it did serve a purpose in diverting his attention from Vegeta.
"Surely," the king spoke casually, "Surely you have more fight in you than resorting to cheap shots...?"
Gohan and Krillin repeated their attacks in a quick-fire version. Not as strong, but intended to hit their target as if to stop what would be his barreling towards them and body-checking them both. But Cold was simply far too fast, moving so speedily that his fist hit Krillin's gut with the force of a missile. The king then slammed his elbow into Krillin's head to knock him to the dirt. Gohan tried to react with another snap-charge Masenko, but Cold had already locked his fingers onto the boy's face. Gohan had not even begun to scream before he felt himself be forcibly sent into the air by Cold's throw. When he came down, Cold ruthlessly axe-handled the half-Saiyan several yards back, and the half-Saiyan child across the ground before sliding to a halt on his front, bruised and beaten. The tyrant lord chuckled at his devious handiwork, before spreading his arms in a bragging manner.
"Come," King Cold bragged. "I demand a challenge! Anyone is free to provide one!"
He received a challenge, indeed, when he felt himself inexplicably freeze in place by an unseen force. His features morphing into one look of confusion before looking behind him to see the tiny, clown-like child from before with his hands outstretched. And suddenly King Cold understood that the tiny denizen was a psychic.
"Tien! Now!"
Chiaotzu's high-pitched cry was directed towards the sky, where a recovered Tien had aligned his fingers into a triangular "tunnel" which he stared through as he focused on his target. King Cold looked up to see the triclops in the sky just in time to hear...
"TRI-BEAM! HAH!"
A golden, diamond-shaped blast of concussive energy descended from Tien's hands towards King Cold, who could not brace himself in time for the blast to come crashing down on his form. Tien let out a shout, and another blast just like the last one crashed down, starting to bore a squarish hole in the ground as Tien repeated the blast several times over.
On the sidelines, King Cold's troops began to clamor in worry at the sight of their leader being pummeled by a human's attack. This provoked the wrath of a very irate Frieza, who tossed a blast of magenta ki at the babbling crowd, causing them to shriek and duck out of the way of the destructive attack's grenade-like radius.
"Fools!" Frieza scolded them. "If you believe such a low-level attack will harm my father - your superior - then you are even more imbecilic that the scum fighting him! Now enough of your pointless whimpering!"
Frieza turned back to the predicament his father seemed to be in, knowing that what those two Earthlings were up to was pointless. He could see that each time the three-eyed man fired his attack, he seemed to grow exponentially exhausted simply from firing that particular type of blast. And he could only manage a total of ten shots before his little friend called out at him to not over-exert himself.
Tien stopped, and by this point he was sweating immensely. The Tri-Beam, best described as a massive concussive blast consisting of his life force - was a power that drained him immensely. He had actually died from using this attack, killing himself with exhaustion. And now he floated above the perfectly square ditch he had created with his double-edged sword of an attack having weakened him drastically.
And he could still sense King Cold's vast well of power.
He had hardly even been weakened.
"Dammit..."
But when he rose out of the crater, King Cold went for Chiaotzu first, thrusting his palm forth to bind Chiaotzu in place with a wave of psychokinetic energy. Chiaotzu was caught off-guard by the unprecedented attack, as he had not anticipated the king using a technique similar to his own. Tien, feeling an immense fear for his friend, cried out Chiaotzu's name and rushed forward, neglecting his own weakened state to try and stop the evil monarch from laying a hand on him. He was quickly dispatched by a lightning-fast kick that left Tien hanging on Cold's massive foot. Meanwhile, Chiaotzu was struggling against Cold's own form of psychokinesis, feebly attempting to escape. The small clown-like boy then felt himself grabbed by the cranium to be tossed into Tien. He literally bounced off Tien's chest like a ping-pong ball, while Tien was knocked off King Cold's foot in a spiral before coming to rest a few yards away from the Frost Demon.
Despite his lack of ability to sense the energy of other individuals, King Cold quickly felt the approach of another challenger from behind. Piccolo had re-joined the fray and had charged one of his signature attacks up: his father's original technique, the Explosive Demon Wave. His plan was to close the distance between himself and Cold, then unload the charged energy beam point-blank on him, as if to vaporize him.
But while such a technique may have worked on an opponent on Piccolo's own level, King Cold perceived the attack before-hand, and ducked underneath the blast, which traveled away and into a cliff, where it shattered the land protrusion to dust. Taking advantage of Piccolo's initial surprise of his attack being dodged, King Cold ran into Piccolo head-first, where he proceeded to gore the Namekian upon his horn like a wild bull!
"Guh...!"
As Yamcha finished recovering from King Cold's earlier attack on him, he rose his vision to see the brutal sight of Piccolo impaled on the segmented horn. Sharply jerking his head to the side, he hurled Piccolo off of the sharp, bony protrusion on his head. Piccolo skidded across the harsh, rocky ground, and yet managed to return to his knees. The Namekian was reduced to pained, uneven breathing as he clutched the painful stab wound. When hit with life-threatening injuries as opposed to simple amputations, it took much longer to rejuvenate from usually mortal wounds. Were he human, he would most certainly be dying.
All the Z Fighters lay in heaps around King Cold as he casually brushed a small amount of dirt from his left pauldron.
"Was it too much to ask that I be able to dwindle my boredom through the first battle I have participated in for ages?" he ventured. "Ah, well..."
Yamcha, getting up to his knees, seethed in pain, his whole body aching in a hundred different places as he looked up from his spot on the ground at the tyrannical ex-ruler. His son, the current ruler. The laughing, mocking alien soldiers pointing and laughing at them and their failure to beat their superior. Yamcha forced himself up a bit, his teeth bared and gritted together.
As he had 2 years back, he felt useless. The same way he had felt two years back, when his usual confidence melted away in the wake of the power that the Saiyan brute Nappa displayed. The brutal day of his first death haunted him. And the thought of dying now terrified him more than anything. He had felt the chilling feeling of his conscience forcibly slipping away in his mortal coil, as well as everything seeming to slow down to a grinding halt before it all ended.
He never wanted to go back...
And yet the oncoming revisit to the cold place he experienced before death seemed to loom over him. He knew how it felt. Krillin had once told him that dying the second time was worse than the first. And Yamcha had taken his friend's word for it. But for all his power, it seemed that once again, he and his friends would suffer the same fate as he had on the day of Vegeta and Nappa's arrival. A cruel, preordained ending tailored just for him and the others...
And then some of the last words of his previous conversation with Maron came into his mind.
"Should I... Should I start preparing for the destruction of Earth, or...?"
For reasons that he couldn't understand, Yamcha suddenly grew angry. The fact that something so beautiful in this world might be extinguished suddenly drove him to a fury. He was not thinking about his friends anymore. Not Goku. Not Krillin. Not even his girlfriend, or Puar. He was being stirred to action by the possibility that someone as un-involved with their struggle - like Maron - might very well die. That many more like her would suffer accordingly for something they never became entangled with.
His thoughts, however, seemed to focus on Maron alone. Were Yamcha in a fully aware state of mind, he might wonder why. But Yamcha was in a certain feral rage at the moment. Unnoticed to King Cold, his eyes had shrunken, and his canines began to elongate and sharpen. His long, messy hair stood on end, and his nails began to grow and sharpen. And he started to snarl, much like that of his spirit animal's namesake... he sounded almost like a literal wolf.
Then... he sprinted.
On all fours, Yamcha bounded like a rabid animal towards King Cold, rushing up to the tyrant while his back was turned and pouncing into the air with a howl of fury.
"What-? GAAAAAH!"
Yamcha's teeth latched onto King Cold's neck, fiercely digging his teeth into the Frost Demon's neck, and King Cold howled in pain from the unprovoked attack, thrashing and writhing from the immense pain. Those present who saw it - the recovering Z Fighters, Bulma, Frieza, Nabana, the PTO Soldiers - they were all astonished, and yet terrified. What had come over this man that he would suddenly launch himself at his enemy and dig his teeth into him like a wild beast?! Had he gone insane?!
"ARGH...! UNHAND ME... YOU UNCIVILIZED... BEAST!
Flailing about, he managed a punch to the maddened Earthling's face, attempting to loosen his grip. All it did was cause Yamcha to dig deeper into the alien's skin, leaving a small gouge. In response to the blow, Yamcha growled with feral tone and proceeded to knee Cold in the back, and repeated the motion as if looking to snap the Frost Demon's back in half. King Cold was astonished and surprised. It had been centuries since he had felt pain. And this human was providing more of a challenge that Vegeta had offered!
Said Saiyan Prince's eyes were wide at the sight.
'What?!' Vegeta shouted within his mind. 'First Kakarot manages to become the Super Saiyan of legend, and then this happens?! How is the bandit fool surviving this?!'
Yamcha's girlfriend, who had made her way back up the cliff to hide, was also watching, her blue eyes wide with shock and disbelief. Since when had he even shown such strength?!
'Has... has he gone crazy?!' she asked herself in her thoughts, not able to take her eyes off of the wild bandit.
Letting out an inhuman roar of his own, King Cold charged a purple sphere of energy in his palm, and proceeded to slam the orb into Yamcha's face. The feral man was finally dislodged from Cold's neck, but instead of falling onto his back, he managed to let the punch not throw him off balance; instead, he spun in a perfect corkscrew in the air before sticking an elegant landing on his left leg, then readjusting into a combat stance, hands with bent fingers mimicking claws. Even after taking a blast of energy to the face, he was still in no mood to back down.
King Cold felt the bite marks on his neck, feeling the torn skin as well as a small drip of blood - magenta in hue - oozing from the wound. Seething from the feeling, he turned his gaze towards the long-haired man in the orange Gi, crimson eyes full of contempt.
"Impressive..." King Cold huffed. "I actually felt pain due to your little assault."
Yamcha snarled in response, a malicious smile coming across his face with his sharpened canines displayed.
"Believe me... you'll feel much more than that once I'm through..."
The voice was Yamcha's... but it sounded slightly deeper. And it had a menacing growl in it. He sounded gruffer than usual. Adding to his appearance, everyone present was unsettled at least a tad.
"What the...?" Krillin was shivering from his place on the ground. "What's going on with Yamcha?!"
His frightened commentary was left unnoticed as Yamcha returned to all fours, snarling much like... a wolf.
Indeed, he stood on both his arms and his legs and snarled, much like the wild beast he had come to associate with most of his life. Combined with his wilder-than-usual hair and his claw-like nails, he looked like a man who had lived his entire life away from humans, like wolves had gone and raised him. Yamcha appeared as though he had lost most traces of his humanity.
And beyond that...
Vegeta looked offended. Incredulous. "His energy...!" his mind was ranting as he started to get back to standing up straight, the first of the group to do so. "It's... beyond mine?"
Piccolo, having finished with his strenuous regeneration to his gut, looked up to see what the commotion was to behold the enraged Yamcha staring down King Cold. Upon sensing the human's ki, he blanched. Not only had his energy signature expanded past Vegeta's maximum, it also felt like... two different energies blended in one?
"What..." Piccolo struggled to say. "What's happening?"
Frieza had a similar inquiry.
"Soldier!" he snapped at Nabana, who shrieked from the start. "What is that man's power level?"
Putting himself together from Frieza's demand, Nabana pressed the 'reset scan' button on the red-lens of the Scouter he wore on the side of his head. Numbers appearing in a language indecipherable by most humans flashed on the screen as the Scouter targeted Yamcha for his level of strength. Due to his Scouter being a very advanced model, it was not susceptible to shattering, so it managed to scan without interruption. In the end, it amassed a scan that forced Nabana to gape.
"Well?" Frieza barked impatiently. "What?! What is it?!"
Nabana turned to his superior, trying to compose himself and not look like a coward, though the façade was not something he could keep up.
"Lord Frieza... he's gone from 100,000 to 80,000,000!"
CLIFFHANGER!
Yes, I had to do it! Sorry, everyone. But yes, this was very much an excuse to show what the "chilling monarch" was ultimately unable to do in the canon, and show that King Cold is the terrifying badass of a ruler with a reputation to keep, a monster of a man (or alien) who earned his right to become the tyrant Emperor of the Universe before his son came around. Of course, my head-canon is of course that King Cold is slightly stronger than his son. At least, he was during this era, before Frieza discovered the Golden Frost Demon form.
Well, if we're gonna be doing power levels, we might as well... a bunch of other fanfictions do it anyways.
* Bulma: 2
* Planet Trade Organization Soldiers: 2,000
* Nabana: 5,000
* Chiaotzu: 40,000
* Yamcha: 100,000 (80,000,000 now, in this "feral" state)
* Tien: 120,000
* Krillin: 150,000
* Gohan: 1,300,000
* Piccolo: 2,400,000
* Vegeta: 2,500,000
* Mecha Frieza: 165,000,000
* King Cold: 180,000,000 (20,000,000 in suppressed state)
And there we are. Considering I love this kind of business, I will probably do this for all chapters including fights. I will also possibly include some bios in the future, kind of like LastationLover5000 is doing with their story, The Erased Chronicles. I strongly suggest you check that story out as well. I highly recommend it.
Also, a big thanks to LL5000 and Demod20 for help with a couple of descriptions in this chapter, as well as Childhood Enigma for help in building the story we have now.
Now if you excuse me, I'm gonna take a little break. See you next update!
Sky-Kaiser out.
