How it Might of Happened by DoomaWriter

Author's notes: Ready for another chapter? I guess you'd have to if you clicked on the link. Forget I asked. First off, when I thought about what I'd do this chapter on, I had two different decisions. I decided I'd do this one because it takes place far from the Saiyan saga and I wanted to prove that I'm jumping back and forth. This story takes place after Freeza lands upon Earth (for those of you smiling - ssh, don't ruin it for the others). Spoiler alert for anyone who hasn't seen this part.

Chapter 4: I Really Didn't Need This

Freeza's ship had landed upon the weak, little planet and the group of henchmen had secured the perimeter. King Cold looked at his son with a questioning eye. Freeza had been constantly looking over his metal parts with a depressing look. "Whatever is the matter, son?" Cold asked. "Is there a malfunction?"

With an irritated look, Freeza turned to Cold. "Tell me father," Freeza began. "Was I assembled in the dark? I mean, really, look at me! You cut back on expenses didn't you?" He pointed to one of the metal plates. "Look at how ugly this is! Was I fashioned together with old soup cans?"

A sweatdrop came to Cold's face. "Now, now, son. The doctors did the best they could. It may not be pretty but it gets the job done, doesn't it?"

"Hmmph! I swear father, you could be so insensitive." No matter how much he complained, Freeza's mood always lightened back up. His plans were going smoothly. To pay back the horrible monkey of a man who had stripped away his pride, Freeza was going to masacure every living thing on the planet. A small chuckled bursted into a loud laughter.

His father gave out a sigh of relief. "Well, I'm glad that you're feeling better. By the way, son, you never did tell me how you were in such a bad shape. Do you mind filling me in?"

Freeza's laugh haulted. His eyes shifted as he thought up of a good excuse. "Well you see, father, I had just finished killing one, no, two hundred Namekian warriors single-handedly when I was ambushed from behind, by a Super Saiyan."

"My word! A Super Saiyan? I didn't know that such things actually existed."

"Yes, well he wasn't that strong. I had him begging for mercy in thirty seconds. I could of killed him easily but I wanted to throw the poor thing a bone."

"Very sporting. Go on."

"Well, I was about to kill him when he blew up the planet. The planet did so much damage to me because...um...the Nameks were holding several nuklear warheads."

Cold scratched his chin and said,"I thought the Nameks were a peaceful race."

Freeza's forehead was covered in sweatdrops. "Um...No....They have nukes....The End."

"Well, that does explain how you were in such a pitiful state," Cold said, believing in the terrible story. He closed his eyes and folded his arms. "I knew that one person couldn't of placed you in such a pitiful state. I maen imagine, the strongest being in the universe, cut down to nothing more than a few bloody pieces. It'd be humiliating. Especially if it was due to something like a Super Saiyan..or your own attack backfiring. What if that had happened and the men knew of it? Imagine all the laugh-"

"I get it, father!" Freeza yelled with his hands in a fist. A vein could be seen popping out of his forehead. Yet once again, his views of revenge brought back his smile. "Yes, it shall be me who'll be doing all of the laughing! I'll prove to the universe that no Saiyan is a match for me!"

"Oh really?"

Freeza and the others all turned to see where the voice had come from. A young man was standing off to the side with a cocky smile on his face and a sword on his back. No one had seen when he arrived. His light purple hair fluttered in the wind. "I believe you said something about no Saiyan being a match for you?"

The henchmen all pointed their blasters in his direction. The child surely didn't know what he had stumbled into. Either that or he had to of been out of his mind. Though no one had bothered to think about how he got past security or how strong he might be at full power, they were all sure he was a common weakling of Earth. The first thing they've learned was to judge your enemies soley by their looks.

"I don't have time for this," Freeza said, growing impatient of the foolish boy. "Men, destroy him!" He flicked his wrist, signaling the soldiers. They all lunged at the mysterious youth, confident of their victory.

The boy grabbed the handle of his weapon and in seconds it was all over. His sword was in his hand and his enemies were on the ground. All of them, killed. What was most surprising of all was the fact that the boy had just killed dozens of men without thinking twice. One has to wonder what type of mental state the kid had to be in to pull that off. He should be having a psychological break down or something.

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Sorry, but I'm fast forwarding through the Freeza battle. You've either seen it already or you'd rather see it in its original form than have me go on and on about it. Plus it wouldn't be that funny. You want me to use horrible puns like "Slice to meet you"? I'd rather kill myself. Let's pick it up afterwards.

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"Well, that was easy," the young fighter said as Freeza's burnt bits fell in front of him. "I like this time period. The evil cyborgs die a lot easier." He looked around and placed his sights on King Cold who was currently sneaking away. "Your turn."

Cold stopped in his tracks and fear was stamped into his face. "Uh-uh, you don't want to kill me," Cold explained. "W-Why I'm not even mad th-that you killed my son, I never did like him. He tended to walk around with no pants."

"Yeah, I noticed," the teen said with a look of disgust. "Thanks for the reminder. I'll never be able to get that visual out of my head."

"You see? You and I are on the same side here. Why don't you join-"

"Join you?" the unknown one interrupted. "Let me guess, this is where you ask me to join you in taking over the universe just so that you can double cross me in the future and kill me when I'm not looking, thus leaving the universe to be yours?"

"Ye- um..no."

The two stood staring at each other. The boy had a look on his face that said "How stupid do you think I am?". Yet, Cold had a look upon his face which said more along the lines of "Please, please, please get me out of here!"

"Say, can I see your sword?" Cold said, breaking the deafening silence. The young man gave a confused look, but then smiled and tossed the sword to his foe. "Ah, yes. Such good craftsmanship. Beautiful. Believe it or not, I know a little about swords myself. I bet this is a replica of a ceremonial katana, isn't it?"

".......Its a friggin broadsword!"

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Author's notes: Well, you can guess where the rest of this goes. I apologize for people who know too little of swords to understand this joke. I also apologize for people who know too much of swords and are pulling their hair out right now. For everyone else....have a cookie.