By:
Neko-chan
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z, and I have no money. If you do decide to sue me, all I'll be able to give you is some candy and a couple of moth balls.
A pair of cold black eyes stared out into deep space, analyzing all seen before them. The owner of the pair of eyes was a young boy, with spiky black hair and wearing peculiar armor. Though young in age, the boy was old beyond his years in body and mind.
He had seen many things, both atrocities and wonders. He had conquered many planets and destroyed entire civilizations, despite his age.
He was haughty and arrogant. His mind was as sharp as any ki blade, and twice as deadly. He had never made a mistake, and he understood the game he was forced to play in. Oh no, he was not a pawn; as his master thought. He was the black knight, ready to recapture his lost culture and empire.
And this will all be mine, he thought as he stared at the many planets and solar systems that made up Frieza's empire.
"Checkmate," the young Saiya-jin Prince whispered as he smiled coldly.