*Chapter 4*
'Is Jeice here yet?' Frieza asked Zarbon who stood at his right hand side. Patience wasn't one of his strong points.
'He arrived five minutes ago Lord Frieza. I believe that he is on his way here now.'
'Dordoria!' shouted Frieza, causing the fat pink fighter to jump from his position.
'Y..Yes Lord Frie...'
'Go find Jeice, I'm bored of waiting.'
Suddenly the doors opened, and the uniformed figure of Jeice walked through, into Frieza's chambers. He looked slightly ragged, but Frieza didn't notice this. His insensitivity was sometimes blinding to his own senses.
'Lord Frieza, you summoned me?' asked Jeice, trying to hide the sheer nervousness in his voice.
'...I watched your fight over the television Jeice. You were obiviously the most powerful fighter at my tournament.'
Jeice was a little confused. Where was Frieza going with this?
'...Yes...I believe so...'
'Well, show me.' Frieza asked.
'Huh? I mean...What do you mean sire?'
Frieza laughed. That laugh always tore holes in Jeice's chest. Anyone who thought that this was a fun line of work had obivously never met the boss.
'Show me your power! Don't annoy me Jeice, I could clear you for good with one little blast.'
At this Jeice didn't reply, and looked downwards as he started to summon his inner strength. A slight wind created by his aura began to circulate around the room, and the ground started to shake below them all. Only Frieza remained unimpressed by the show of strength.
'Zarbon, use your scouter and find out his power level.' Frieza said without looking away from the now roaring Jeice. Quickly, Zarbon turned on the device, and almost balked at the power increase.
'Sire, he's at 54,000 and getting higher!'
Frieza smiled.
'Excellent. Keep going Jeice! Zarbon, keep reading!'
'55...56...57...58,500! It's stopped Lord Frieza!'
Frieza walked towards the now fully charged Jeice and laughed.
'Alright boy, you can stop now.'
Jeice lowered his arms to his side once again, and regained his composure. A couple of seats that were levitated by his power fell to the ground and shattered, whilst Zarbon and Dodoria looked at each other in shock. Frieza simply walked back to his seat and turned towards Jeice once again.
'What was your power level before you left for the battleship two months ago?'
'It was 50,000 exactly sire.' Jeice replied.
'Hmm... that's quite an impressive rise for someone like you Jeice. I'm also right if I say you killed your teammate later today, aren't I?'
At this Jeice wanted to fall to the ground in grief. But he knew an action like that could even have spelt death, and so he kept his feelings under wrap.
'I did sire. Burter and I worked together for five years.'
Frieza looked to his right, and then to his left. Finally he gave a grin to Jeice, and got to his feet.
'I'm impressed by your actions Jeice. Not only has your fighting power increased significantly, you also destroyed your teammate without any show of emotion to backstab your actions. You are not only a key member of my forces, you are perfectly deserving of promotion.'
At that Jeice started.
'Promotion?!'
'Why are you surprised Jeice? Are you not capable of the job? Because if not I could put you out of your misery right now.'
Jeice took a slight step forwards to stress his feelings.
'No, I can do it sire. May I ask the outline of your proposal?'
'Hahaha, Jeice, don't be so formal. Put your hands by your side.'
The warrior did what he was told and Frieza continued.
'You will be taken from the Ginyu Force and given your own squadron from now on. You'll also take orders directly from me, no-one else. This new squad will be made up of the most powerful
fighters avaliable that you can find in the next three days.'
'Three days?!' Jeice exclaimed.
'Yes, in three days you will be presented with your first mission. You will be dispatched to the planet Earth to prepare it for sale. It should be rather easy for you, the fighters on that planet have low fighting powers. We sent a Saiya-Jin by the name of Radditz to do the job, but it seems he was defeated.'
Jeice nodded at the name. He knew Radditz, to see anyway. He had been the flamboyant type, a real ladies man, but in terms of fighting power he wasn't much to shout about. As far as Jeice could remember, he had a power level of around 1,100.
'Did they struggle to defeat him sire?' asked Jeice.
'As a matter of fact they did. There was a Saiya-Jin and a Namekian fighting against Radditz on the planet. I'm not entirely sure how that came about, but they only had power levels of near 400. It won't be a problem for you.'
Frieza sat back down, and nodded at Jeice.
'Report to the briefing room at 11 three days from now. You're dismissed.'
Jeice hurried out of the room, and once he got outside he took a minute to sort things out in his head. Commander Jeice?! This was insane! But he only had three days to assemble a squad of fighters. He knew in his head that it would be tough, but now he had a new sense of purpose. A new reason to live.
'Is Jeice here yet?' Frieza asked Zarbon who stood at his right hand side. Patience wasn't one of his strong points.
'He arrived five minutes ago Lord Frieza. I believe that he is on his way here now.'
'Dordoria!' shouted Frieza, causing the fat pink fighter to jump from his position.
'Y..Yes Lord Frie...'
'Go find Jeice, I'm bored of waiting.'
Suddenly the doors opened, and the uniformed figure of Jeice walked through, into Frieza's chambers. He looked slightly ragged, but Frieza didn't notice this. His insensitivity was sometimes blinding to his own senses.
'Lord Frieza, you summoned me?' asked Jeice, trying to hide the sheer nervousness in his voice.
'...I watched your fight over the television Jeice. You were obiviously the most powerful fighter at my tournament.'
Jeice was a little confused. Where was Frieza going with this?
'...Yes...I believe so...'
'Well, show me.' Frieza asked.
'Huh? I mean...What do you mean sire?'
Frieza laughed. That laugh always tore holes in Jeice's chest. Anyone who thought that this was a fun line of work had obivously never met the boss.
'Show me your power! Don't annoy me Jeice, I could clear you for good with one little blast.'
At this Jeice didn't reply, and looked downwards as he started to summon his inner strength. A slight wind created by his aura began to circulate around the room, and the ground started to shake below them all. Only Frieza remained unimpressed by the show of strength.
'Zarbon, use your scouter and find out his power level.' Frieza said without looking away from the now roaring Jeice. Quickly, Zarbon turned on the device, and almost balked at the power increase.
'Sire, he's at 54,000 and getting higher!'
Frieza smiled.
'Excellent. Keep going Jeice! Zarbon, keep reading!'
'55...56...57...58,500! It's stopped Lord Frieza!'
Frieza walked towards the now fully charged Jeice and laughed.
'Alright boy, you can stop now.'
Jeice lowered his arms to his side once again, and regained his composure. A couple of seats that were levitated by his power fell to the ground and shattered, whilst Zarbon and Dodoria looked at each other in shock. Frieza simply walked back to his seat and turned towards Jeice once again.
'What was your power level before you left for the battleship two months ago?'
'It was 50,000 exactly sire.' Jeice replied.
'Hmm... that's quite an impressive rise for someone like you Jeice. I'm also right if I say you killed your teammate later today, aren't I?'
At this Jeice wanted to fall to the ground in grief. But he knew an action like that could even have spelt death, and so he kept his feelings under wrap.
'I did sire. Burter and I worked together for five years.'
Frieza looked to his right, and then to his left. Finally he gave a grin to Jeice, and got to his feet.
'I'm impressed by your actions Jeice. Not only has your fighting power increased significantly, you also destroyed your teammate without any show of emotion to backstab your actions. You are not only a key member of my forces, you are perfectly deserving of promotion.'
At that Jeice started.
'Promotion?!'
'Why are you surprised Jeice? Are you not capable of the job? Because if not I could put you out of your misery right now.'
Jeice took a slight step forwards to stress his feelings.
'No, I can do it sire. May I ask the outline of your proposal?'
'Hahaha, Jeice, don't be so formal. Put your hands by your side.'
The warrior did what he was told and Frieza continued.
'You will be taken from the Ginyu Force and given your own squadron from now on. You'll also take orders directly from me, no-one else. This new squad will be made up of the most powerful
fighters avaliable that you can find in the next three days.'
'Three days?!' Jeice exclaimed.
'Yes, in three days you will be presented with your first mission. You will be dispatched to the planet Earth to prepare it for sale. It should be rather easy for you, the fighters on that planet have low fighting powers. We sent a Saiya-Jin by the name of Radditz to do the job, but it seems he was defeated.'
Jeice nodded at the name. He knew Radditz, to see anyway. He had been the flamboyant type, a real ladies man, but in terms of fighting power he wasn't much to shout about. As far as Jeice could remember, he had a power level of around 1,100.
'Did they struggle to defeat him sire?' asked Jeice.
'As a matter of fact they did. There was a Saiya-Jin and a Namekian fighting against Radditz on the planet. I'm not entirely sure how that came about, but they only had power levels of near 400. It won't be a problem for you.'
Frieza sat back down, and nodded at Jeice.
'Report to the briefing room at 11 three days from now. You're dismissed.'
Jeice hurried out of the room, and once he got outside he took a minute to sort things out in his head. Commander Jeice?! This was insane! But he only had three days to assemble a squad of fighters. He knew in his head that it would be tough, but now he had a new sense of purpose. A new reason to live.
