Again another of my re-posted fics.
Disclaimer:
The usual - I don't own the characters and I don't make money with this, so keep your mouth shot and don't sue me!
Critics are welcome but keep flames to yourself!
Summary:
It took a small demi-saiyan to change a demons heart for good.
What will it take to change someone even more evil? Or will that never happen?
Read and find out.
Life in hell is ... beautifull?
Prologue: Day in day out:
The small changeling sat on a boulder and watched the event that happened in front of him with a cruel smirk. The five men of the Ginyu-force did their best to welcome a new guest in their sweet sweet afterlife. The purple and yellow tigered alien was punched from one to another with brute force, never hitting the ground, his body beaten up to a bloody pulp. Finally Reccome hit it hard and made a volley that drove the creature deep into the hard rocky ground, where it left a small crater.
"Paw. For someone who is said to have destroyed a whole planetary-system, he really didn't last long.", he said disappointed.
"Yeah, you're right Reccome.", Jeece agreed with crossed arms. "I thought we could have a little more fun with this guy."
The others shrugged with huge grins on their faces. 'Nothing comes over a little beating-up-the-new-guy.', they all thought. Then their faces turned to their master, who still sat on the red rock, waiting for new advices from him. The changeling starred to his men but said nothing. The cruel smirl was still plasterd on his face, but it seemed that he didn't noticed something.
"Umh ... Master Frieza?", Captain Ginyu asked hesitantly. "Are you ok? Is something wrong? Didn't you enjoy yourself?" A somehow concerned expression crossed his face. As he took a closer look at the changelings face, he saw that his eyes were clouded and that he starred directly through them. After a moment he dared to step closer, turning a 'keep shot' face to his men and slowly raised a hande to his lords shoulder. But before he could touch him, a sigh escaped the changelings throat and the fogged expression faded away. With a questioning face he starred right at his most trusted servant.
"What do you think you're doing? Keep your hands off of me!"
The huge horned fighter flinched at the cold voice and stepped back with his head lowered.
"I'm sorry my lord, but you looked kind of absent. Didn't you enjoy yourself?"
The changelings face took a bewildered look. Then he squeezed is eyes until they were two teal lines filled with cold cruel anger.
"Enjoy myself? Are you mocking me, Captain?"
The other stepped back further, not wanting to become to be the source of his masters anger.
"No, no my lord. I never would do that sire."
Frieza looked at him and his men, which all stand, slightly trembling in fear, in front of him.
"Enjoy myself? How can I enjoy myself in such a boring place? I was supposed to rule the universe! And now? I'm sitting here day in day out and the only enjoyment I have is watching you beet up silly week newcomers. That's not my opinion of having fun! I want revenge, a challenge or even something that can make this boring place a little more interresting! I cannot even kill someone, because they're all dead already! How should that be fun! And then, whenever I want to have some real fun, like maybe invading another domain, these damn guards and their master, the walking salatbowl, show up and destroy everything!" Frieza had stood up, while speaking and now he bristled with anger, ready to kill someone right away. Then all of a sudden his power dropped and he sat back on the boulder, lowered his head and muttered to himself: "I wish for a change. I wish for a challenge. I wish for some fun."
The men of the Ginyu-force looked clearly bewildered at the behaviour of their master. Sure hell was boring, but there was always someone you could beat up, as long as the guards didn't watch. But then, on the other hand, their lord never had a real interrest on such trivial things. Sure he enjoyed torturing as much or maybe more than they did, but that was no replacement for the sceams of millions and millions of fearful creatures, screaming in agony, or the joy of purging planets. They all looked on the ground, understanding their master fully. Then on an unspoken command they all let out a sad sigh ... and wished the same.
to be continued ...
So Prologue finished. What do you think?
Next chapter is already in my mind, but it will take a while to write it.
Please review.
comming next:
Chapter 1: Speaking of a challenge ...
Disclaimer:
The usual - I don't own the characters and I don't make money with this, so keep your mouth shot and don't sue me!
Critics are welcome but keep flames to yourself!
Summary:
It took a small demi-saiyan to change a demons heart for good.
What will it take to change someone even more evil? Or will that never happen?
Read and find out.
Life in hell is ... beautifull?
Prologue: Day in day out:
The small changeling sat on a boulder and watched the event that happened in front of him with a cruel smirk. The five men of the Ginyu-force did their best to welcome a new guest in their sweet sweet afterlife. The purple and yellow tigered alien was punched from one to another with brute force, never hitting the ground, his body beaten up to a bloody pulp. Finally Reccome hit it hard and made a volley that drove the creature deep into the hard rocky ground, where it left a small crater.
"Paw. For someone who is said to have destroyed a whole planetary-system, he really didn't last long.", he said disappointed.
"Yeah, you're right Reccome.", Jeece agreed with crossed arms. "I thought we could have a little more fun with this guy."
The others shrugged with huge grins on their faces. 'Nothing comes over a little beating-up-the-new-guy.', they all thought. Then their faces turned to their master, who still sat on the red rock, waiting for new advices from him. The changeling starred to his men but said nothing. The cruel smirl was still plasterd on his face, but it seemed that he didn't noticed something.
"Umh ... Master Frieza?", Captain Ginyu asked hesitantly. "Are you ok? Is something wrong? Didn't you enjoy yourself?" A somehow concerned expression crossed his face. As he took a closer look at the changelings face, he saw that his eyes were clouded and that he starred directly through them. After a moment he dared to step closer, turning a 'keep shot' face to his men and slowly raised a hande to his lords shoulder. But before he could touch him, a sigh escaped the changelings throat and the fogged expression faded away. With a questioning face he starred right at his most trusted servant.
"What do you think you're doing? Keep your hands off of me!"
The huge horned fighter flinched at the cold voice and stepped back with his head lowered.
"I'm sorry my lord, but you looked kind of absent. Didn't you enjoy yourself?"
The changelings face took a bewildered look. Then he squeezed is eyes until they were two teal lines filled with cold cruel anger.
"Enjoy myself? Are you mocking me, Captain?"
The other stepped back further, not wanting to become to be the source of his masters anger.
"No, no my lord. I never would do that sire."
Frieza looked at him and his men, which all stand, slightly trembling in fear, in front of him.
"Enjoy myself? How can I enjoy myself in such a boring place? I was supposed to rule the universe! And now? I'm sitting here day in day out and the only enjoyment I have is watching you beet up silly week newcomers. That's not my opinion of having fun! I want revenge, a challenge or even something that can make this boring place a little more interresting! I cannot even kill someone, because they're all dead already! How should that be fun! And then, whenever I want to have some real fun, like maybe invading another domain, these damn guards and their master, the walking salatbowl, show up and destroy everything!" Frieza had stood up, while speaking and now he bristled with anger, ready to kill someone right away. Then all of a sudden his power dropped and he sat back on the boulder, lowered his head and muttered to himself: "I wish for a change. I wish for a challenge. I wish for some fun."
The men of the Ginyu-force looked clearly bewildered at the behaviour of their master. Sure hell was boring, but there was always someone you could beat up, as long as the guards didn't watch. But then, on the other hand, their lord never had a real interrest on such trivial things. Sure he enjoyed torturing as much or maybe more than they did, but that was no replacement for the sceams of millions and millions of fearful creatures, screaming in agony, or the joy of purging planets. They all looked on the ground, understanding their master fully. Then on an unspoken command they all let out a sad sigh ... and wished the same.
to be continued ...
So Prologue finished. What do you think?
Next chapter is already in my mind, but it will take a while to write it.
Please review.
comming next:
Chapter 1: Speaking of a challenge ...