Deep Energy by Chris Henry
*Chapter One*
The deep, dark star filled skies depressed Jeice. Space was a living nightmare as far as he was concerned, away from the bluster and thrills of the real world. He had been up here for two months now, by Frieza's order, and Jeice despised every minute of it. The only thing that he could gloat about was the fact that his power level had gone up by almost 8,000 since he had arrived on the ship. Since training was about the only thing that he could actually do, his days and weeks were taken up with building up his strength and technique. He could also see that Burter was getting annoyed at his progress. After all, the pair had usually paired up for their attacks in battle. Now Jeice was easily stronger than his comrade, with a gap of around 12,000 separating them. Despite Jeice's progress, Burter just couldn't push his level any higher, a fact that was starting to depress him a great deal.
Jeice looked out of the window into deep space, and sighed. When the hell would he get off this ship? It didn't look like he would be leaving any time soon. There was little opposition to Freiza's rule, and with King Cold sitting above his son in the chain of command there was no-one crazy enough to take either of them on. The second strongest of the Ginyu Force was stuck in solitude with nothing to do, and he frankly hated it.
'Hey Jeice, what's up?' a voice called from behind him. It was one of the younger fighters on board the ship, a guy called Kiros who Jeice had struck up a friendship with whilst on board. He wasn't a bad addition to Frieza's band of fighters with a power level of around 13,000. His hair flowed down to his shoulders and his body was well toned, even more so than Jeice's. However, his height complied with his age, for the kid was only around the age of 17. With a power level so high at such a young age, the boy certainly had a future ahead of him.
'I'm alright...You?' Jeice repiled with a sigh.
'Yeah, I'm alright. I could go for a good drink though. Pity we can't, eh?'
'...You can say that again. Have you trained today?'
Kiros smirked at the question.
'What else? Did you hear about the tournament?'
Jeice's eyes lit up quickly. Something interesting. He couldn't even remember the last time that had happened.
'No, I didn't. What tournament?'
Kiros walked over to a large noticeboard that sat behind them both, and pointed to one of the many posters that was pinned up. Jeice read the information from the form out aloud.
'All-Star Fighting Tournament...19.00hrs...Televised?!' gasped Jeice. He was pretty surprised that something like this was going to take place on their ship.
'Yeah, pretty wild huh?' replied Kiros. 'I'm gonna have to take part in the Junior League though. What a bummer.'
'Hehehe, you'll wipe the floor with the lot of them Kiros. I think the guy nearest to you has a power level of 7,000, am I right?'
'7,500, but you're right, I should walk it without too many difficulties.'
Jeice turned on his scouter and looked at the top right hand corner to check the current time. One thing that could be said for Saiyan techology... It was versatile.
'It's three thirty-five now...' Jeice murmured, 'This is going on tonight?'
'Yeah, it is. Pretty short notice, but everyone on the ship is obliged to take part. No exceptions.'
Jeice flinched. This didn't seem too normal... just what was going on?
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'Lord Frieza?' asked Panni. The young attendant had never crossed Frieza before, and this didn't seem like the right time. Frieza's temper was verging on homicidal, and Panni had heard the infamous stories about his leader.
Frieza turned around and glared at the young man, who wasn't showing the slightest glint of fear. He didn't like that, and on any other day he might just have blasted the kid into pieces. But today didn't feel right, and Panni lived on.
'...What is it boy?' he muttered.
'The television crew have said that they are ready to show the opening rounds of the tournament on the Polonius vessel. Should I tell them to proceed sir?'
For a second Freiza didn't answer, and for a second Panni thought that he was dead. But then his question was warranted a quick nod, and Panni got out of the chamber as respectfully and quickly as he could manage. The young messenger felt like opening a bottle of champagne to celebrate living through the quick meeting. Some people just didn't know the meaning of stress...
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'Ha! Too easy!' yelled Jeice as he punched his third opponent straight out of the ring in some style. He pulled his fist back and landed in the middle of the ring to huge applause. It was apparent that Jeice had improved, and his victories had stressed the point. In the first round he was really left with the pitiful task of fighting a second class stormtrooper named Jia with a power level of 400. Jeice didn't even have to move, for he simply powered up and flicked his opponent out of the ring with ease. The second round draw ended up being slightly tougher for him, having to fight against Kui, one of Frieza's better men outside the Ginyu Force with a fighting power of 21,000. However, against Jeice's level of 58,000 which had been since detected by a shocked adjudicator Kui didn't stand much of a chance, and within thirty seconds he had been disposed of also. Finally, Jeice's third opponent had been a new addition to Frieza's team, an older Saiyan by the name of Rokan had unluckily been drawn against the Ginyu Force's powerhouse fighter. The fight lasted as long as the previous two, and now Jeice was sitting comfortably in the semi-finals. Suddenly out of the corner of his eye he could see Kiros walking towards him, holding a gleaming sliver trophy. Jeice smiled and looked around at his friend, who was also grinning inanely.
'Hehehe, no problems then?' asked Jeice.
'Not one. The guy I beat in the final had a power of 5,000. It was pretty funny, he started trying to run away from me after the first kick I gave him.'
Jeice looked at Kiros, and Kiros stared back. And then the two just burst out laughing, rolling on the floor beside the ring in hysterics.
'Get the hell up you two!'
Jeice and Kiros knew the voice before they could even see the face, and they jumped with speed to their feet.
'C..Captain Ginyu!? What are you doing here?!' Jeice shouted a shade louder than he maybe should have done. The leader of the Ginyu Force looked sharply at the pair and continued to speak.
'I'm here to watch over the fighting for Frieza. He's talent scouting at the minute.'
('Talent scouting...?' thought Jeice, 'So that's the reason for the tournament...')
'You're doing pretty well Jeice. You're a lot stronger than you were two months ago.' said Captain Ginyu, waking Jeice from his thoughts.
'...Oh yeah, I've been training a lot.'
Captain Ginyu looked at the smaller figure of Kiros who looked back up at him.
'Congratulations, I watched your fight kid. You have some good moves. I heard that Frieza was pretty interested in your abilities.'
Kiros smiled and thanked Ginyu politely. Suddenly the captain was called away, and sprinted off without saying anything.
'No goddamned manners as per usual...' muttered Jeice. Then he turned to Kiros who was still watching Ginyu.
'You've turned into a regular asskisser I see.' Jeice said as he pushed Kiros playfully to the side.
'Ha, take a look at yourself in the mirror snakehair. Anyway, the draw's been made. Coming up to see who you're fighting?'
Jeice walked on ahead and Kiros laughed quitely. The hair comment maybe hadn't been such a great idea...
*Chapter One*
The deep, dark star filled skies depressed Jeice. Space was a living nightmare as far as he was concerned, away from the bluster and thrills of the real world. He had been up here for two months now, by Frieza's order, and Jeice despised every minute of it. The only thing that he could gloat about was the fact that his power level had gone up by almost 8,000 since he had arrived on the ship. Since training was about the only thing that he could actually do, his days and weeks were taken up with building up his strength and technique. He could also see that Burter was getting annoyed at his progress. After all, the pair had usually paired up for their attacks in battle. Now Jeice was easily stronger than his comrade, with a gap of around 12,000 separating them. Despite Jeice's progress, Burter just couldn't push his level any higher, a fact that was starting to depress him a great deal.
Jeice looked out of the window into deep space, and sighed. When the hell would he get off this ship? It didn't look like he would be leaving any time soon. There was little opposition to Freiza's rule, and with King Cold sitting above his son in the chain of command there was no-one crazy enough to take either of them on. The second strongest of the Ginyu Force was stuck in solitude with nothing to do, and he frankly hated it.
'Hey Jeice, what's up?' a voice called from behind him. It was one of the younger fighters on board the ship, a guy called Kiros who Jeice had struck up a friendship with whilst on board. He wasn't a bad addition to Frieza's band of fighters with a power level of around 13,000. His hair flowed down to his shoulders and his body was well toned, even more so than Jeice's. However, his height complied with his age, for the kid was only around the age of 17. With a power level so high at such a young age, the boy certainly had a future ahead of him.
'I'm alright...You?' Jeice repiled with a sigh.
'Yeah, I'm alright. I could go for a good drink though. Pity we can't, eh?'
'...You can say that again. Have you trained today?'
Kiros smirked at the question.
'What else? Did you hear about the tournament?'
Jeice's eyes lit up quickly. Something interesting. He couldn't even remember the last time that had happened.
'No, I didn't. What tournament?'
Kiros walked over to a large noticeboard that sat behind them both, and pointed to one of the many posters that was pinned up. Jeice read the information from the form out aloud.
'All-Star Fighting Tournament...19.00hrs...Televised?!' gasped Jeice. He was pretty surprised that something like this was going to take place on their ship.
'Yeah, pretty wild huh?' replied Kiros. 'I'm gonna have to take part in the Junior League though. What a bummer.'
'Hehehe, you'll wipe the floor with the lot of them Kiros. I think the guy nearest to you has a power level of 7,000, am I right?'
'7,500, but you're right, I should walk it without too many difficulties.'
Jeice turned on his scouter and looked at the top right hand corner to check the current time. One thing that could be said for Saiyan techology... It was versatile.
'It's three thirty-five now...' Jeice murmured, 'This is going on tonight?'
'Yeah, it is. Pretty short notice, but everyone on the ship is obliged to take part. No exceptions.'
Jeice flinched. This didn't seem too normal... just what was going on?
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'Lord Frieza?' asked Panni. The young attendant had never crossed Frieza before, and this didn't seem like the right time. Frieza's temper was verging on homicidal, and Panni had heard the infamous stories about his leader.
Frieza turned around and glared at the young man, who wasn't showing the slightest glint of fear. He didn't like that, and on any other day he might just have blasted the kid into pieces. But today didn't feel right, and Panni lived on.
'...What is it boy?' he muttered.
'The television crew have said that they are ready to show the opening rounds of the tournament on the Polonius vessel. Should I tell them to proceed sir?'
For a second Freiza didn't answer, and for a second Panni thought that he was dead. But then his question was warranted a quick nod, and Panni got out of the chamber as respectfully and quickly as he could manage. The young messenger felt like opening a bottle of champagne to celebrate living through the quick meeting. Some people just didn't know the meaning of stress...
************************************************************************************
'Ha! Too easy!' yelled Jeice as he punched his third opponent straight out of the ring in some style. He pulled his fist back and landed in the middle of the ring to huge applause. It was apparent that Jeice had improved, and his victories had stressed the point. In the first round he was really left with the pitiful task of fighting a second class stormtrooper named Jia with a power level of 400. Jeice didn't even have to move, for he simply powered up and flicked his opponent out of the ring with ease. The second round draw ended up being slightly tougher for him, having to fight against Kui, one of Frieza's better men outside the Ginyu Force with a fighting power of 21,000. However, against Jeice's level of 58,000 which had been since detected by a shocked adjudicator Kui didn't stand much of a chance, and within thirty seconds he had been disposed of also. Finally, Jeice's third opponent had been a new addition to Frieza's team, an older Saiyan by the name of Rokan had unluckily been drawn against the Ginyu Force's powerhouse fighter. The fight lasted as long as the previous two, and now Jeice was sitting comfortably in the semi-finals. Suddenly out of the corner of his eye he could see Kiros walking towards him, holding a gleaming sliver trophy. Jeice smiled and looked around at his friend, who was also grinning inanely.
'Hehehe, no problems then?' asked Jeice.
'Not one. The guy I beat in the final had a power of 5,000. It was pretty funny, he started trying to run away from me after the first kick I gave him.'
Jeice looked at Kiros, and Kiros stared back. And then the two just burst out laughing, rolling on the floor beside the ring in hysterics.
'Get the hell up you two!'
Jeice and Kiros knew the voice before they could even see the face, and they jumped with speed to their feet.
'C..Captain Ginyu!? What are you doing here?!' Jeice shouted a shade louder than he maybe should have done. The leader of the Ginyu Force looked sharply at the pair and continued to speak.
'I'm here to watch over the fighting for Frieza. He's talent scouting at the minute.'
('Talent scouting...?' thought Jeice, 'So that's the reason for the tournament...')
'You're doing pretty well Jeice. You're a lot stronger than you were two months ago.' said Captain Ginyu, waking Jeice from his thoughts.
'...Oh yeah, I've been training a lot.'
Captain Ginyu looked at the smaller figure of Kiros who looked back up at him.
'Congratulations, I watched your fight kid. You have some good moves. I heard that Frieza was pretty interested in your abilities.'
Kiros smiled and thanked Ginyu politely. Suddenly the captain was called away, and sprinted off without saying anything.
'No goddamned manners as per usual...' muttered Jeice. Then he turned to Kiros who was still watching Ginyu.
'You've turned into a regular asskisser I see.' Jeice said as he pushed Kiros playfully to the side.
'Ha, take a look at yourself in the mirror snakehair. Anyway, the draw's been made. Coming up to see who you're fighting?'
Jeice walked on ahead and Kiros laughed quitely. The hair comment maybe hadn't been such a great idea...
