Alien Competition-Part 2
"What kind of matter?" asked Bardock.
"Bring me to your King and I'll explain," replied Frieza. Bardock and Twora led Frieza, Zarbon, Dodoria, Jabinski, and Kui to King Vegeta's chambers.
"Sir, you have a foreign visitor," said Bardock.
"What? I don't have any appointments for this afternoon." King Vegeta turned around and gasped. "I've heard about you," he said, staring at Frieza. "You go to the tournaments and pick out incredible fighters and make deals with them."
"So you've heard of me?" said Frieza. "That means I don't have to explain much. I saw Bardock and Twora fight at today's tournament. Are the rest of your race this strong?"
"Well, to tell you the truth, Bardock and Twora aren't even Elites," said King Vegeta. "They're low-levels."
"Low-levels!" exclaimed Frieza. "Why don't the Elites come to the Tournaments?"
"Because they have their own tournaments between each other here," replied King Vegeta.
"Oh, can I see one of the Tournaments?" asked Frieza.
"Sure!" said King Vegeta. "Follow me."
"Hold on a second," said Frieza. He turned to the others. "Kui, you go back to Planet 73 and tell them that they should start building training and recovery buildings on it. Jabinski, you go to Planet 74 and tell them the same thing. You do know where your spacepods are located, do you not?"
"I know," said Kui.
"No one's shown me yet," said Jabinski.
"Kui, you show Jabinski," said Frieza. "I had Apple get a pod ready for him." Frieza turned back to King Vegeta. "We're ready now."
"Sire, may we come with?" asked Twora.
"Why not? Now, come on, this way!" King Vegeta led them down a narrow set of halls, then they turned a corner and saw a huge arena below them.
This was the first time Bardock and Twora had seen the Elite arena, and they were amazed. The low-level arena was basically a wrestling ring.
"So this is where the Elites train?"
"Yes."
"I have a proposition for you."
"What kind of proposition?" asked King Vegeta.
"I would prefer to discuss this in private," said Frieza, glancing at Bardock and Twora.
"That's fine with me," said King Vegeta. King Vegeta led Frieza, Zarbon, and Dodoria to a room down the hall, leaving Bardock and Twora to wonder.
The next day...
"Bardock! Wake up!"
"Whaa-?"
"Bardock! King Vegeta's addressing the entire planet! I think we're about to find out about Frieza's proposition!"
"Where's my armor?"
"It's over there, are you blind?"
"No, just tired."
"When did you get to sleep?"
Bardock slid his armor on. "About 4am."
"It's almost seven! No wonder you're tired!"
"Twora, do me a favor and shut up!"
"Sorry!" Bardock and Twora got to the gathering spot just as King Vegeta had gotten up to speak. Frieza, Kui, Jabinski, Zarbon, and Dodoria were sitting behind King Vegeta.
"Good morning, everyone!" bellowed King Vegeta. "I have called everyone out here at this god-forsaken hour for one reason."
"And it had better be a good one," muttered Bardock sleepily.
"Planet Vegeta is ruled by me, as you all know, and there wasn't anybody at a higher rank than me until now. Lord Frieza has offered us some very high technology and he is going to build more training areas and rejuvination hospitals. But, in return, we have to conquer planets for him. So, I will now let Lord Frieza have his speech."
King Vegeta stepped down, and there was a lot of talking in the crowd. Frieza stepped up to the podium, a smirk on his face.
"Ah, thank you for explaining everything, King Vegeta." Frieza turned to the crowd. "King Vegeta has informed me that you already have your own teams. You will be using those under my rule as well. I will post planets for you to conquer, and your team will go, if your team decides to do that mission. You will be doing at least one mission a week and you are allowed to go to the tournaments on planet Heasopisty."
"What would King Vegeta do this?" whispered Bardock.
"I don't know," replied Twora.
"Do you think he was threatened?"
"Maybe."
"I have watched some of your elites training," continued Frieza. "I am looking forward to having you conquer for me. You'll begin next week. But, before I leave, I would like to present you with scouters. Scouters can read someone's power level so you'll know when you're out of your league. Zarbon, Dodoria, Jabinski, and Kui will be coming around to pass out the scouters. Everyone hold out your hands."
The Saiyans held out their hands. Zarbon, Dodoria, Kui, and Jabinski shot through the crowd of Saiyans placing a scouter in each person's hands. Bardock put his on.
"King Vegeta probably was threatened! Check out Frieza's power level! It's huge! King Vegeta has a power level of 30,000. Frieza's is at 250,000!"
"Bardock, don't you remember?" asked Twora.
"Remember what?"
"Jabinski! He fought you in the finals at yesterday's tournament!"
"He's one of Frieza's top men?" said Bardock. "He must be really strong! No wonder I couldn't beat him. What's my power level?"
"5,000."
"His is at 8,000!"
"I must leave you now to take care of some business," said Frieza. "I'll be checking in next week and posting the jobs. Bye!"
TO BE CONTINUED...
"What kind of matter?" asked Bardock.
"Bring me to your King and I'll explain," replied Frieza. Bardock and Twora led Frieza, Zarbon, Dodoria, Jabinski, and Kui to King Vegeta's chambers.
"Sir, you have a foreign visitor," said Bardock.
"What? I don't have any appointments for this afternoon." King Vegeta turned around and gasped. "I've heard about you," he said, staring at Frieza. "You go to the tournaments and pick out incredible fighters and make deals with them."
"So you've heard of me?" said Frieza. "That means I don't have to explain much. I saw Bardock and Twora fight at today's tournament. Are the rest of your race this strong?"
"Well, to tell you the truth, Bardock and Twora aren't even Elites," said King Vegeta. "They're low-levels."
"Low-levels!" exclaimed Frieza. "Why don't the Elites come to the Tournaments?"
"Because they have their own tournaments between each other here," replied King Vegeta.
"Oh, can I see one of the Tournaments?" asked Frieza.
"Sure!" said King Vegeta. "Follow me."
"Hold on a second," said Frieza. He turned to the others. "Kui, you go back to Planet 73 and tell them that they should start building training and recovery buildings on it. Jabinski, you go to Planet 74 and tell them the same thing. You do know where your spacepods are located, do you not?"
"I know," said Kui.
"No one's shown me yet," said Jabinski.
"Kui, you show Jabinski," said Frieza. "I had Apple get a pod ready for him." Frieza turned back to King Vegeta. "We're ready now."
"Sire, may we come with?" asked Twora.
"Why not? Now, come on, this way!" King Vegeta led them down a narrow set of halls, then they turned a corner and saw a huge arena below them.
This was the first time Bardock and Twora had seen the Elite arena, and they were amazed. The low-level arena was basically a wrestling ring.
"So this is where the Elites train?"
"Yes."
"I have a proposition for you."
"What kind of proposition?" asked King Vegeta.
"I would prefer to discuss this in private," said Frieza, glancing at Bardock and Twora.
"That's fine with me," said King Vegeta. King Vegeta led Frieza, Zarbon, and Dodoria to a room down the hall, leaving Bardock and Twora to wonder.
The next day...
"Bardock! Wake up!"
"Whaa-?"
"Bardock! King Vegeta's addressing the entire planet! I think we're about to find out about Frieza's proposition!"
"Where's my armor?"
"It's over there, are you blind?"
"No, just tired."
"When did you get to sleep?"
Bardock slid his armor on. "About 4am."
"It's almost seven! No wonder you're tired!"
"Twora, do me a favor and shut up!"
"Sorry!" Bardock and Twora got to the gathering spot just as King Vegeta had gotten up to speak. Frieza, Kui, Jabinski, Zarbon, and Dodoria were sitting behind King Vegeta.
"Good morning, everyone!" bellowed King Vegeta. "I have called everyone out here at this god-forsaken hour for one reason."
"And it had better be a good one," muttered Bardock sleepily.
"Planet Vegeta is ruled by me, as you all know, and there wasn't anybody at a higher rank than me until now. Lord Frieza has offered us some very high technology and he is going to build more training areas and rejuvination hospitals. But, in return, we have to conquer planets for him. So, I will now let Lord Frieza have his speech."
King Vegeta stepped down, and there was a lot of talking in the crowd. Frieza stepped up to the podium, a smirk on his face.
"Ah, thank you for explaining everything, King Vegeta." Frieza turned to the crowd. "King Vegeta has informed me that you already have your own teams. You will be using those under my rule as well. I will post planets for you to conquer, and your team will go, if your team decides to do that mission. You will be doing at least one mission a week and you are allowed to go to the tournaments on planet Heasopisty."
"What would King Vegeta do this?" whispered Bardock.
"I don't know," replied Twora.
"Do you think he was threatened?"
"Maybe."
"I have watched some of your elites training," continued Frieza. "I am looking forward to having you conquer for me. You'll begin next week. But, before I leave, I would like to present you with scouters. Scouters can read someone's power level so you'll know when you're out of your league. Zarbon, Dodoria, Jabinski, and Kui will be coming around to pass out the scouters. Everyone hold out your hands."
The Saiyans held out their hands. Zarbon, Dodoria, Kui, and Jabinski shot through the crowd of Saiyans placing a scouter in each person's hands. Bardock put his on.
"King Vegeta probably was threatened! Check out Frieza's power level! It's huge! King Vegeta has a power level of 30,000. Frieza's is at 250,000!"
"Bardock, don't you remember?" asked Twora.
"Remember what?"
"Jabinski! He fought you in the finals at yesterday's tournament!"
"He's one of Frieza's top men?" said Bardock. "He must be really strong! No wonder I couldn't beat him. What's my power level?"
"5,000."
"His is at 8,000!"
"I must leave you now to take care of some business," said Frieza. "I'll be checking in next week and posting the jobs. Bye!"
TO BE CONTINUED...