Chapter 16
I stared at Frieza as he stared at me. The lord of the universe, which is what he had called himself. No. He was not. I knew what was. It wasn't Frieza.
Frieza's fist flew at me, but I dodged, bringing my knee up into his stomach. His tail whipped around and slammed me in the face, but I spun around and kicked him in the head. It felt like I was performing my fighting techniques from far away. It felt like I was watching the fight, watching the two most powerful beings in the world fight. I was fighting without thinking; my skills had become instinct. What my karate instructor had told me was a necessary thing for a life and death fight. Instinctive fighting.
I grabbed Frieza by the tail and threw him into the sky, following him. My energy was nearly half-gone; I would have to finish the fight soon. Frieza stopped himself in midair, and floated, waiting for me. A mistake. I planted my foot right into his stomach, sending him flying further back. He stopped again, hands on his hips, waiting for me.
"You are a fool. You are a waste of my time." Frieza said. He was stalling; he knew my energy was draining quickly. "To think I flew from the other side of the universe just to come to fight you? A pathetic tailless sayjin." Frieza laughed. Nervously, I noted the tone.
"If I am the fool, then how come you are the one who is losing the fight?" I asked him. Before I let him answer, I spun around and kicked him right on top of his ugly head, sending him towards the ground, where he landed on his feet. I landed 10 feet away.
"I am losing by choice. You think I showed you all I could do?" Frieza bluffed.
"Yes. This is your maximum power level. You are the fool. I can sense your power." I said. I knew he was running out of power as well. But not as fast as I was.
"Not only you, but that girl was a fool. She was a waste of space. A waste of breath." Frieza said, smirking. WHAT did he just SAY? NO! He saw the anger in my eyes. He was trying to capitalize, bringing his hand up, his finger pointed at me.
I ran to him, grabbing his hand, crushing it again. He brought his other hand to blast me, and I crushed that one. I brought him close, so close that his eyes were less then an inch away from mine.
"You are the waste of space. I shall relieve the air in your lungs of your putrid existence, here and now!" I yelled, hurling him into the sky. Then I brought both hands to my waist. "Ka-me-ha-me-ha!" I shouted, firing the wave at him. Frieza didn't even have a chance to try and block it. The blast fried him, destroying him, turning him into a plume of dust, like Claire had been.
Claire! I flew back to where she had died. I could find nothing, not a scrap of her body. Not even a hair. "AHHHHHHHH!" I yelled, flying into the sky. I was heading for the vacuum of space, and further more, for the center of the sun. It would surely kill me. Just what I wanted at this point.
James, death is not what you want.
The voice had returned. And it thought it knew what I wanted. I wanted death!
James, do not let your anger blind you.
All of a sudden, I was back, in the empty void, black empty space. No star to kill me. The asshole! God wannabe! This was his fault!
"SHOW YOURSELF!" I yelled, powering up to my maximum. I raised my hand, extending my palm, a dull yellow ball of energy gathered at the end. Ready to fire it.
James, I don't think that's a good idea. You kill me, and I cannot help you.
"Help me? You can't help me anyway." I yelled, still looking in the emptiness for a sign of the voice.
I can't help you? Not directly. But do you think Goku, Bardock, Radditz and Vegeta had their energy return from nothing?
"You did that? Why couldn't you heal me, return to me my energy?" I asked angrily. That would have shortened the fight, allowing me to save Claire.
Because, James, I have limits and rules. I cannot directly interfere in something of that magnitude.
"So you bend your rules by giving someone else the power to interfere?" I said, still pissed off.
If you want to look at it that way, then yes.
"That's why you brought me here again?" I asked. It was rather stupid, if you ask me.
No.
"Alright then, why?" I yelled, annoyed at the bluntness of the response.
I can give you what you want.
"Fine. Kill me." I said.
I cannot kill you.
"You said you would give me what I want! What I want is death! I have no reason to live!"
You do not want death. I can give you a gift, which will grant you what you wish for James.
"A gift? Just kill me, all right? Either that or I will find a way to kill you!" He had feared Frieza. I was more powerful then Frieza. He had to fear me.
You will find the gift most useful. However, there is something I wish to do first. But you must promise me something.
"Promise you what?"
That you will not blast me.
"Huh?"
I will appear to you in a form you can understand.
Then, something weird happened. The empty void, the spaceless space, opened. And a figure walked out. An old man, with large sun glasses. He had a white mustache and beard. His head was bald. He wore a familiar costume.
"Master Roshi?" I asked in disbelief.
"Yes. Who else would have the most power in the universe?" He asked with a real voice.
"What is it you wanted?" I asked.
"I wanted to shake your hand." Roshi stuck his hand out, and I shook it.
"Now, please. Do not bother with foolish gifts. Please just kill me now." I prayed.
"James, when you open your eyes, you will be in your room. You will find your gift lying next to your bed. Oh, and you can talk to me anytime now. Just think of me, and you can speak to me."
"How is that possible?" I asked.
"You are now the most powerful warrior in the universe. That allows you to talk to me. Frieza could, until you transformed into a SSJ3. Now you are the strongest." Roshi said, and waved his hand in front of my face.
I jerked in my bed, sitting straight up. Could that be real? Then I noticed a faint glow. I turned my head, and then smiled. They were about the size of baseballs. There were seven of them.
Author's Note: Wow, inspiration has struck me today. Can anyone guess what the seven baseball sized objects are? I think we all know.