The Vicious Gods Wrath
Chapter 6: Ants and Boots
"Hmm, it seems I went a tad overboard," Freeza laments with genuine sincerity as stares down at the two... Corpses to put it lightly, of the two Super Saiyan's responsible for his many woes. But in his mad rush to reap bloody vengeance on them, his enthusiasm lost control and even a species as sturdy as these inbred monkeys have their limitations. That's not to say he didn't relish in process of turning their bodies into the scraps of flesh and bone at his feet, but his enthusiasm has gotten the better of him.
"A pity, I wanted it to last longer,"
"Have no fear, Lord Freeza," A familiar voice he never thought he would hear again yet one he's strangely not surprised to see tells him. Glancing over his shoulder, he notices several of his most worthwhile and loyal minions, Zarbon, Dodoria and the Ginyu Force flying across the desolate wasteland of the destroyed planet Earth, their auras carving through the blackened sky and perpetually rising pillars of gray smoke seeping into it.
Bowing upon their landing, they all extend their opens hands to their master and reveal a most glorious offering in each one. The complete set of Dragon Balls.
"We have finally accomplished in securing them sire," Zarbon proudly states as he kneels at the forefront of the group. With a gentle care, Freeza takes the orb into his hand and stares at his own reflection in it, his mind flooding with endless possibilities to do with them after he's exhausted their abilities of revival.
"You've done well Zarbon," With a small gesture of his hand, the party rises to its feet. "A bit longer than usual but a success nonetheless."
The effeminate warrior laughs with a bit of strain and uncertainty, clearly not quite certain that Freeza, strangely enough, didn't mean anything by it. Clearly, the torture of the Saiyan's has left him in quite a good mood indeed.
"We wouldn't dare to let you down once again my lord," Captain Ginyu assures him with a bow of his head. "And I see you've destroyed the so-called Legendary Super Saiyan's as well!"
Another person the rightful ruler of the universe assumed he'd never see again, yet he's not surprised to find him present either.
"Yes, indeed," Freeza looks back to the remaining shreds of the two Super Saiyan's. "And your timing is impeccable, for I've many more horrors to unleash upon these two and your gifts will serve me nicely in this regard."
"Aw yeah!" Exclaims Recoome with his hand clenching with enough force to make several veins across his body to pop out. "I can't wait to see what's his face get clobbered by Lord Freeza."
"Oh, believe me, that's the least of what I have in store for him and his mysterious friend. Let us waste no time and return these two back to the living plan," With a snap of his fingers, the group neatly and quickly gathers the orbs into a pile within arms reach of their master.
"Let's see what this one can do," Freeza places the final one to the pile before stepping back. "Mighty Dragon of Earth! Hear my summons and come to this mortal plain! Rise in the name of Lord Freeza!"
As it is designed to do, the Dragon Balls of Earth release a pillar of blinding, twisting energy, darkening the skies throughout the entire planet. Freeza watches the display with a chuckle, eager to revive the Super Saiyan's to continue their hopefully endless torment for as long as the Dragon Balls of Earth will allow. At that moment, a surprising yet inventive idea slips into his mind. One where he will bequeath immortality to the two Super Saiyan's so as to torture them endlessly for as long as he wishes.
After all, what use is immortality if you lack power in other areas to do anything with it? Something goes awry when a sudden, seething jolt of pain sends Freeza crumbling to his knees.
"W-what is this?!" He yells in writhing in agony, rolling all over the dirty ground of the ruined Earth city and gasping for air. He can feel his heart clench as if some invisible force slowly crushes it inside his chest. A loud ringing noise assaults ears ring so loudly he can't even hear his own yells of pain. Blood drips from Freeza's mouth, lips, eyes, and ears, making it nigh impossible to yell, much less breathe.
What is... happening... to me...?! He wonders as the blackened sky begins swallowing the ground in a shroud of pitch blackness.
In a desperate bid to save himself, the tyrant reaches out to his loyal soldiers for help. Yet they do nothing but stand there, as if completely oblivious to what's happening in front of them. Soon, the darkness envelops them as well, then the Dragon Balls, the ruins of Earth, the two Super Saiyan's, absolutely everything... Except for him.
His senses begin to fail him though he can't tell if the first to go is his sight or sound, for the bleeding quickly ruined those as well and the pitch black around him makes it a question impossible to answer. The only thing he has left is his sense of feeling. Like a frightened child, he tries to grab to clutch at anything to get some sense of where he is. But try as he might, he can't feel anything, not even his own fingers touching one another.
Then his hands go numb, sending shivers down his spine as his entire body slowly but surely goes limp, leaving him with nothing but his own internal screaming echoing inside his head. A stiff coldness envelops him, one far greater than any of the numerous, mighty blizzard storms that litter his home planet. Freeza would be lying if he said he didn't feel this before. The distinct clench of death, a sensation he first felt on Namek then when his true death came to pass.
A sense of overwhelming despair robs him of his will to fight on, and Freeza almost gave into it. That's when the spark appeared.
The surprise of feeling something warm, feeling anything rather, spurred him into action as seemingly tiny as it is. Creaking open his eye through the blood, he sees a golden light glowing in the pitch black, growing bigger and bigger at its approach. For what feels like an eternity, he floats in this cold void of nothingness, waiting with what shreds of strength he has left to see this through to the end.
When the source of the glow reaches him, he stops and stares at the two distinct, glowing figures in golden energy smirking down on him. They were fine, healed and restored from his tortures and of death, eagerly watching him pass away in this numb state of nothingness. That is when another spark came into existence: one inside of Freeza.
"No..." The overlord states with a raspy yet defiant voice as the fire inside of him grows larger and larger. "I will not... let it end like this..."
His inner flame, fueled by his will power and fury, burns through whatever it is afflicting him. Ending the blood loss, the ringing in his ears, restoring his sense of touch and most important of all, his power.
"The days of my defeats... and failures are done... "
Reach deep into himself for every ounce of strength he has, Freeza stares down the two smirking Super Saiyan's and with a mighty roar, unleashes his power through this black void. His purple energy bursts forth in a brilliant light, overwhelming the golden shine of his enemies. Detestable creatures responsible for his misery once smiling now try to guard themselves against his power to little avail.
"I refuse to die like this! Like the worthless ants of the cosmos!" He yells defiantly with the veins in his head popping out. "DO YOU HEAR ME?! THE MIGHTY FREEZA REFUSES TO FALL LIKE THIS!"
Rushing towards the two of them, Freeza's fingers ensnare the necks of Son Goku and the boy, though this is hardly how he wants them to go out, with a satisfied smile at their horrified faces, their snapping necks will have to suffice, for now.
Outside the PTO Command Ship
"Jaco? Jaco, can you hear me?" Tagoma's voice calls out to him over the secure communication line while the Galactic Patrolman steers his ship in and out of a nearby asteroid belt, using the floating rocks as cover from the PTO blaster and missile fire. With his vastly smaller size, he easily zigs and zags around, in-between, through the stones while the larger enemy ship remains on the edge of the belt, as it would be shredded in minutes. Taking his hand off the steering wheel for a moment, he taps the comm line to respond.
"I can hear you old friend-"
The explosion of a nearby asteroid, thrice the size of Jaco's ship takes his attention from the call and back to steering it. With dozens of smaller rocks flinging towards him, the Patrolman opens fire on them, clearing a path with which to dodge them easier. "Sorry about that, had to deal with a tiny problem courtesy of your employers."
"At least, we don't have to worry about the large problem anymore," Tagoma states with utmost and surprising confidence and satisfaction. "The bastard is dead once more."
It takes Jaco a moment to let the words sink in. "What? Are you sure? Are you absolutely, positively-"
"Yes!" Tagoma cuts him off. "Don't worry! I'm checking his vitals as we speak and he is most assuredly dead, there's no heart or brain activity to speak of."
With a relieved sigh, the Galactic Patrolman relaxes for a moment despite the battle still raging all around him and is thankful to have prevented a potentially horrible catastrophe from happening. With this heavy burden off his back, he focuses back to the matter at hand. "I assume you're tampering with things as we planned?"
"I assume you're tampering with things as we planned?"
"Indeed, my program has already altered the footage from today to show one of the seemingly destroyed drones launch the capsule right through the window of the healing tank and killing our beloved Lord Freeza," Tagoma uses the title with a pure sarcasm. "Just a few more moments and I'll be AAAGGGGHHHH!"
"Tagoma?" Jaco calls out to him upon hearing a sudden crash of glass followed by the double agents pained gasp.
A series of strained, painful sounding gasps follow up on it along with barely comprehensible words followed by gurgling noise. Then, something loudly snaps and thumps. Jaco almost resists the urge to even ask what's happening.
"Tagoma? Tagoma?! Report! What is your status?!" Feeling a horrible sense of dread, the Patrolman urges for his friend to answer. Instead of hearing his stoic, reassuring voice, he hears more glass cracking followed by the whooshing noise of dripping, rushing water, then more thumping follows suite.
"T-tagoma?" Jaco says his name with just barely above a whisper.
"My apologies for interrupting your conversation but I seem to have broken him,"
"No..." He whispers upon hearing that voice. That terrible, terrible voice. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,..."
"I wouldn't be too heartbroken over it if I were you, you'll be seeing him momentarily."
With a surge of adrenaline, he's never felt before in his many, many years of service, Jaco reroutes all the power he can into the ship's engine's and just barely manages to keep his vessel from being torn to shreds either by enemy fire or by the asteroids.
"Tights! Contact command at once-"
From the corner of his eye, Jaco spots something tear through the PTO command ship from the inside out, a slender, white, lizard-like man. Using his superior vision he gets a closer look at him and upon noticing the distinct features of the being's face, he instantly knows who it is in spite of his vastly different form. He notices Freeza smirk as his finger follows Jaco's ship with complete ease and try as he might, deep down in the coldest recess' of his mind, Jaco knows he's lost. And all of the universe will suffer dearly and horribly for it, especially his family.
Even the instantaneous death from Freeza's finger blast incinerating him, the A.I. tights and the entire ship out of existence is a scant silver lining for him.
As he observes the final vestiges of the ship and its flaming ruin evaporate into the void of space, Freeza can't help but feel a great swell of satisfaction and joy. For despite treachery seeping into his ranks, from the worthless Galactic Patrol no less, the long-suffering he's endured and the humiliation it birthed, despite even floating in a cold, almost dead void of space very similar to his recent dream, Freeza is satiated.
With an almost mesmerized expression, he looks at his own hands. He can feel the cold chill of space bite at him, the brushes of his fingers against one another and the escaping oxygen passing through the breach in the ships hull brush against his feet. Glancing around, he sees thousands upon thousands of stars shine brightly in the blackness of space, each one a world ripe for the taking and bending to his will and use. And one of them will suffer more than any other until now and more so than any other henceforth.
It is good to be alive...
For those of you who may think Jaco escaped, he didn't, he is 100% confirmed dead. I'm sad to see him go as he was probably the most fun to write out of everyone, but his survival would've meant Freeza's revival becoming public knowledge, and for the purposes of this story I couldn't let that happen before his return to Earth.
Also, Freeza is in his fourth form form when he heals and will remain so for the remainder of the story, there's no good reason for him to revert to his first form when all his bits and pieces were from his real body.