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The tortured cries of the Gatek filled his ears with its horrid tone. He smirked cruelly as he reflected on how much pain he was inflicting on the huddled quivering mass. He reached down and grasped he neck with his clawed fingers. Raising him high he sought the navy colored eyes and smiled as he saw it filling with utter fear. "Do you remember where your planet is noww?" the slithering words came out of his mouth. The Gatek once proud, fierce, and strong, now lay on the ground looking down in defeat. "It's where it fucking is." Then regaining his flame he shot him a last look of disgust, "Wretched monster" he spat. He sneered and opened his clawed hand, "And you're a disgusting creature." The beam illuminated the dark room piercing the Gatek through his leathery chest and out his back. It fell on the ground with a lifeless thud as the empty body fell on the blood soaked floor landing with an unsettled splash.
"Master Frieza!!" "Master Frieza!!" The voice boomed above him repeated "Please report o the Control Room immediately" Frieza turned from the carnage and carefully stalked out of the room, ignoring the consistent splash that arose each time his clawed feet steeped on the giant puddles of blood. As he opened the torture chamber's door he smiled an evil sneer as he saw the mess he made of the poor creature.
The control room door hissed open and the clank of Frieza's feet filled the room with scraping echo. Zarbon, Frieza's right hand man, winced at the scratching of Frieza's feet. Then summoning up his courage he turned from the great control panels and walked smoothly toward Frieza. "My liege", he said as he bowed down to accept his masters supremacy as did everyone else in the control room did, all stopping his or hers important work to take a minute to tribute their masters presence. Standing up Zarbon put on a fake show of concern as he asked questionably, "My liege, has your gravitational chair malfunctioned, shall I call the droids to repair it." He was answered with a casual flick of the wrist. "Doesn't matter," then nonchalantly adding, "Bring me the disrespectful Announcer." Subsequently lifting himself of the ground by unknown forces, he gracefully glided over to his large mahogany control desk, all whilst keeping his unequaled dominatrix stance. Gently landing on his cold metal chair. He sat there unnerving everyone as his depthless eyes gazed at the passing stars.
Cep nervously opened the door the servant chambers as he heard the loud bang on the door. He opened the door and felt his mouth go dry. The cruel remark on patience he often used on the unnerving servants was silenced as he noticed who they were. They wore the tight-fitting armour and had beam cannons strapped to their arms. An uncomfortable sense of silence filled the chamber as Cep desperately tried to talk but his mouth, though moving, refused to make out a sound except a terrified squeak. "Master Frieza wishes for your company," they replied in a disciplined unison. Grabbing both his arms they loosely held him pushing him towards the control room. He started shaking trying to free himself from the soldiers grip but with no avail. As they dragged him from the servant's entrance he spotted a rusted sword in the hallway. Seeing this opportunity he released his tension and grimly came with the soldiers. Nearing the sword he "tripped" upon an imaginary force and fell to his knees. He had foolishly thought that this sudden weight would startle the battle-worn soldiers into dropping him. Sadly, they held and pulled as if there was no change. As they passed the beaten sword he quickly threw his foot out and miraculously hooking it onto his foot. After what seemed like ages he was propped to his feet as placed in front of Frieza's cold eyes. Gathering up what was left of his courage he stammered, "Y-Y-Yes my lord, do you need of my assistance?"
Frieza's eyes suddenly came into focus as he left the relaxing sight of the heavens and turned his attention to Cep. His eyes turned from a glazed over look to a burning glare. "Are you the one who called me?" Cep stuttering took on a new level as he quietly replied, "Ye-Ye-Ye-Yes Si-si-sir." "Do you know who the strongest man of the universe is?" Frieza's blank tone gave off nothing. "Why you of course," then realizing his deadly disrespect, "Master of Planets." Frieza smirked as he saw the announcer try his hardest to flatter him. "Then why would you have yourself believe that I answer to you!!" His tone became hard steel and words poison. Frieza smiled to himself, as the only thing he could hear from the spineless creature was a loud gulp of terror. "Zarbon, kill him," was the only words that Frieza said after that turning his attention to the great expanse of control panels.
*Fucking bastard, fucking bastard* Kept running through Cep's mind as he heard those fatal words. Seeing Zarbon get up from the corner of his eye he thought *Might as well!" Cep swiftly pulled the rusted sword from the scabbard whirled it over his head and charged at his Master. He bounded upon the desk clenched the sword's handle ready to drive it unto the inattentive head. Frieza eyes never left the screens but his scorpion tine tail had lashed out from behind him. The tail had struck the mad announcer on the forehead. The force was so great that it skewered at the point of impact creating a large explosion effect on his head. It had landed with great precision that the only thing that was harmed was the poor man's head. Zarbon turned his head from the brutal butchery feeling himself giving way to the sickening burst. He felt the blood splatter on his back and on the ceiling and floor.
"Zarbon!" Frieza yelled over the sound of the falling body. "What shall I do for you my liege?" he answered. Frieza started to question with his menacing tone, "What was so dire that this man had to die?" "Well my lord, it seems that King Vegeta wants us present at his son's deportation ceremony so we can escort him to planet Earth. A slow wicked smile spread over Frieza's face as he thought of the whole procession. *It seems that my plan is going very smoothly* "Put us in warp speed now," He ordered to the crew. "We shall all be there in five hours or you'll all be dead." "But sir, you must understand that planet Vegeta-Sei is at least 3 quadrants away," Zarbon protested, "We will never be able to make it in time." He was answered with a depraved smile, "Then you'll just have to try your best now" Zarbon about to say something was cut off, "I shall be in my quarters, and do try to clean this mess up." A look of downfall came up in Zarbon's mind as he quietly hissed; "I shall call for you if anything arises." But his words fell on empty ears for Frieza had already teleported out.
Frieza's lizard form started shimmering within the cold rooms interior. As the image of his serene room came into view Frieza let out a long sigh of relief. He slowly wobbled over to his golden stitched bed. He laid his battered head on the silver satin pillow and smiled warily *Just so tired of all this, what's the point of killing, sure it's fun but even one could get horribly sick of it. I just want a challenge. Me* Frieza gave a weak little laugh *Conqueror of worlds sitting here bored to insanity wanting to go to sleep instead of killing anymore miserable lives. But that would just be pointless; I could fight the top 500 elite of 100 planets and still not use my enormous power. * Hearing what he was thinking *Blasphemy, I could retire and just live a life of bliss like King Vegeta. He sleeps all day thinking he is the strongest being of the galaxy. But all he does is fuck senseless whores to the brink of death, all the while letting his people fall slowly into poverty and death. Bah who cares for that lowly worm anyways? I have bigger plans that to concern him with anything.*
Author's Note
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I know you guys are all saying, "I thought this was about Vegeta and Bulma". It still is I just wanted to add a side story to build it up. Oh, my stories will steadily grow larger, just getting the hang of writing so much but only ending up with a tiny page.