Rating: PG-13
Summary: The battle with Frieza is fast approaching, and Kakarott believes he is more than ready for it. But is he?
My sight slowly returns to me. Much to my delight, I see that the fool has been placed in an isolation chamber, and the wait for full healing is almost over. I will be able to face Frieza at optimal power after all.
Savage excitement fills me at this realization. I will have the means to kill the psychotic warlord. Even more so, considering the fact that my strength will greatly increase after I leave this chamber. The final battle will be mine…
I will be able to feel the thud of flesh under my fists and hear the snapping of bones as they shatter. The window of opportunity is wide open for me to partake in the slaughter.
A quick search of the dolt's memories shows me that he didn't keep consciousness much longer than myself, and that the stubborn prince is the reason behind the isolation chamber. He is the cause of my super-sped healing. Maybe I won't torture him before killing him after all…
The timer jolts me out of my deep thoughts. The chamber is done with its miracle healing, and the simpleton blasts through the glass to free himself. I can feel the new strength flowing throughout my being. No one will stand a chance.
Judging by the power levels in the distance, Vegeta is being pummeled, and Frieza is not much more powerful than me. I can feel the anticipation rise in me at this. Perhaps HE could pose a challenge. He could give me that battle high that I crave.
Now the true bloodshed can commence…
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This is all too perfect. Vegeta lays dying at my feet, spilling his pathetic guts to Son Goku. I do wish that it could've been me to reduce the proud prince to this disgraceful state, but it doesn't really matter as long as he dies.
Although he is in such a degrading position, tears cascading down his face and emotions flowing freely, I cannot help but to admire the fact that he has not died sooner. His spirit simply refuses to go peacefully. Perhaps the idiot could wish him back so I can kill him instead…
The battle-hardened monarch desperately sucks in a final breath and exhales a spray of crimson, the life finally leaving him. I can feel the rage well up in the usually placid Son Goku. Vegeta's words have sunk into his soul.
The fool is beginning to embrace his Saiyajin side. He is starting to accept his instincts. More of the mental chains of his indomitable will snap, giving me much more freedom. The prince's words have given me more liberation than a year of struggling could produce. Maybe if he is wished back, I'll give him a quick death…
Son Goku has blasted a hole in the ground and placed the fallen prince in it. Even in death, his features still retain that arrogant air. Though completely lifeless, his body still retains that royal demeanor as the dolt buries him in the usual human tradition.
He turns to face Vegeta's murderer, and more hate than I have ever sensed from the baka floods his system. I can feel the anger triggering a slight rush of those lovely, addicting hormones that make fighting sweeter. I have to have more…
Then the battle that I have been wanting for weeks begins. It starts out slowly, the dolt and Frieza trading light punches, trying to gauge each other's abilities. It seems that my power might be greater than his.
Though it is merely more than a warm-up for the intense fight to come, the chemicals in my body are already beginning to flow through my veins, heightening my senses and sharpening my reflexes. I feel more in control of my limbs now. Before, I could not feel them at all unless the simpleton was in pain, but now, there is a vague feeling of a breeze against my skin as the fool and Frieza begin their deadly dance to the end.
The battle slowly becomes more concentrated, and I realize that my body is a match for the insane dictator's. The fool is keeping up with the Icejin in his fourth form without even having to use the Kaioken technique. Maybe Frieza isn't as powerful as he seems…
These thoughts are quickly snuffed out as the deranged tyrant reveals that he has not been using his true power, and that he isn't even at half of his maximum potential at this point. Disbelief fills me at this revelation. It's not possible… It simply cannot be… He's bluffing…
Any doubt that I have is hastily wiped away as Frieza proves himself by powering up to half of his optimal strength. He has far exceeded my own level of power in this state. Perhaps the Kaioken will have to be implemented after all…
The battle begins anew, and the thrill of it returns with a vengeance. This is an opponent that had the power to kill the baka and myself if extreme caution was not implied. It only serves to increase the excitement of the fight…
Unfortunately, the thrill is drowned out as the battle becomes desperate. The demented warlord is winning, and my body is beginning to tire from the frequent use of the Kaioken. The mix of both physical and mental fatigue is taking its toll. If the fight doesn't end soon, my life and the life of Son Goku will end again.
I can sense the moron's frantic decision to use the spirit bomb even though he knows that this planet is almost devoid of any kind of life from which to draw energy for the blast. As much as I hate to admit it, his idea is the only thing that will save us both.
Regrettably, the position for calling the energy is very prone to attack, and Frieza, though not realizing the significance of the stance, takes full advantage of the fool's vulnerable posture. He thinks that the dolt is simply stalling for time. If he only knew…
The Icejin's patience with Son Goku, however, is starting to fade very quickly, and he begins his assault anew. Vicious kicks and punches rain on my body as the baka strains to keep his position and gather sufficient energy. This merely agitates the tyrant further. He doesn't understand why the idiot is allowing him to pummel him so.
The ball of deadly energy is almost complete when Frieza decides to end it and sends the fool flying into the ocean of Namek. Son Goku frenetically swims to the surface, heaving in a breath of air before he is pushed back under the water.
The insane dictator is trying to drown us! Goku struggles against Frieza, fighting for all he's worth to reach the precious oxygen that is only inches away. Coherent thought is becoming increasingly difficult as my body demands air.
Play dead, you idiot!!! He'll let you go when he thinks his job is done!
My desperate mental cry reaches him, and he goes limp, limbs floating lifelessly around him. Just as I have predicted, Frieza releases my body, thinking the fool is truly dead.
Once he is sure the warlord has turned his back, the fool goes for the closest island and takes the energy-summoning pose. The enraged Icejin realizes his mistake, and rushes the idiot, ready to kill him.
Then the warlord notices the reflection of the spirit bomb in the water. He looks up to see the gigantic blue ball that has been chosen to end his life. The only problem is that there is not enough energy collected to kill him yet, and he is hell-bent on slaughtering the simpleton before the attack can be completed.
The Namek chooses that time to intervene and distract Frieza long enough for the spirit bomb to be properly formed. It seems, however, that Piccolo will be killed before that can happen. It is that time that the monk and the dolt's offspring charge into the fray, buying the valuable time needed.
Son Goku launches the completed spirit bomb at Frieza. The now-desperate Icejin tries with all his might to push the crackling ball of deadly energy, but to no avail.
Hahaha!! Do you feel the fear, Frieza? Do you feel the frantic desire to live? DIE!!!!
My elation knows no bounds. The savage joy of a kill is the only thing I know as I watch the warlord being pushed into the planet's surface as the spirit bomb explodes.
The ground shakes and bucks beneath my feet with the force of the detonation. The green sea rises up, and my legs are swept from under me, sending my body under the water once more.
I black out for several moments, and when my sight returns, I see that the Namek has hoisted me up onto a small island that had not been destroyed by the enormous blast. A few moments later, the simpleton's spawn and his best friend arrive, enveloping him in relieved embraces.
It's repulsive…
The euphoria is quickly wiped away when the bald human points to an uprising on the island. On that rock stands Frieza, visibly injured but very alive. My psyche refuses to accept this information.
It can't be… That was the most powerful attack my body could perform… It's not possible…The Icejin fires a thin blast of red ki in the fool's general direction, and we are both filled with such disbelief and fatigue that dodging it is an impossible task. To my great surprise, the Namek shoves the moron out of the way and takes the hit himself.
Son Goku stares in mute horror as my anger flares up. He was going to kill us all!!
The fool tells the human and his son to take Piccolo and leave, but Frieza seemed to have other things on his mind. He shoots a small ball of ki at the human, and the monk is lifted high off of the ground. The helpless human cries out one final, agonizing time before exploding.
My counterpart's rage rises up to my level. The pain, torment, and loss have driven him to a state much like my own.
Frieza was going to kill us all… I was going to die… And he would live… He would not die… My life was going to end… And he would not die…
Our rage rises to unfathomable heights, and I can feel my ki blazing through my veins. Something was happening to my body… It was changing somehow…
A feeling akin to a supernova erupted throughout my mind as raw golden power released itself from my body, and in that brief instant, our minds merged. I had as much control as he did.
I'll kill him!! He's gone too far!!! I'll kill him!! I'LL KILL HIM!!!!!
Then, just as quickly as it had happened, our psyches split once more. Our thoughts were once again separate, but that didn't matter right now. What mattered was that Frieza died…
A/N: Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far, and I'd like to dedicate this chapter to Dark Dragon and Kei for sticking with me so far. There are a lot more chapters to come, so I hope everyone is ready for a wild ride cause things are just starting to get interesting…