Frieza glanced his eyes, not for half a second from the brilliant gold explosion, and caught sight of a brilliant golden sword that seemed to catch the fire in it's shine. It took only that fraction of a moment to notice who it was, when he went back to enjoying the sight without even saying a word.
"Don't ignore me, my dear."
"Get lost, Mech." He didn't even glance at the boy a second time.
"It's not wise to tell off someone who has your ship in his hand."
With a sigh and a longing glance at the fading embers of the planet, Frieza turned to look at his interupter. Plain grey-green hair fell over muscular, but not muscular enough to easily distinguish him as a man, shoulders. A smirk was on his tan face, revealing a gleaming fang. He gave a shake to his head, moving a single bang from his watery eyes. God, is he ugly. Frieza thought, forcing a smile. "Hello, Mechasyst."
Mechasyst adjusted a teenager-like fang earring then returned the smile, his genuine. "Hullo!" he cried, resembling a schoolgirl as he raised his hand in greeting.
The little tyrant's teeth started to grate under the forced grin, but he managed to sound decently pleasant towards the constantly unwanted visitor. "And what have you sent your hologram to annoy me with now?"
"C'mon, Friez, can't a friend stop by for a chat now and then?"
"Your not getting any more money."
"Don't want money."
"Your not getting fed again, then."
"Awwwww, but.."
"No. Not off the chef or the servants, either, so don't even think of sending another seductive female slave."
"Screw!" snapped the young man, and without even saying goodbye the illusion he created of himself flashed off into nothingness.
Merry giggling interupted his sleep. Frieza twiched his tail and opened one eye. He moaned and rolled over at the sight he least wanted to see at this hour--Mechasyst's usual tan, grinning face hovering not but a few inches from his own.
If it had been any other living creature there, Frieza would have blasted him to his death on the spot. But it was no use--trying to smash open the skull of Mechasyst's hologram was like trying to slap light. And for all the precious and fragile objects in his room, Frieza dared not let his instincts take over and try to kill the annoying kid.
Frieza screamed obscenities as Mechasyst leaned down to kiss Frieza on the cheek. "You little fag! Get away from me!"
Mechasyst only giggled and proceeded to press his literally non-existent lips to Frieza's pale cheek. This only made Frieza scream louder, hollering very rude thing at the so-called innocent little thing in front of him in every language he'd ever known.
No-one came to see if Frieza was being raped or anything. Nearly everyone on the ship was familiar with little Mechasyst and his adoration for tormenting Frieza. They were even more aware of Frieza's great variety of names for him. A rare few were even fond of the demonicish swordsman. Now Mechasyst was singing, a somewhat cute but insanely obnoxious morning song.
"Wake up! Wake up! The time is right for all to rise and run out and dance in the light! Birds are singing, come and dance! Little children, come and dance! Wake up! Wake up!". Frieza rose slightly to see his 'friend' skipping merrily about, doing random ballet positions.
The lord whimpered and tried to crawl under his blankets, but Mechasyst just kept screaming. It was going to be a loooooong night, a long night indeed.
Yeah, Yi, I know I stole yer character. Too bad, didn't copyright 'im, nyaha! (She is so going to SLAUGHTER me for this!)
Aaaanyway, that's the first little sickeningly short bit. To be continued:
probably never...
~Friez Heather (the one who tries to sell herself to King Kold
dolls)