"Beep Beep…Beep Beep…"
"Damn alarm…whoever invented the alarm clock needs shooting…" a young girl in her teens laid in her bed with her head buried in her pillow.
"Beep Beep…"
"Grrr!" a swift fist launched from under the bed sheets and smacked the small red alarm clock, making it fly into the opposite wall. "Darn clock…whoever invented school can go join the alarm clock inventor in hell…"
"But not before you get out of bed and get ready for school young lady." The door opened and her mother's voice startled her momentarily.
"Okay mom. Down in a minuet. Let me wake up first…"
"If you weren't awake, then you wouldn't be talking."
"Haven't you ever heard of sleep talking?"
"It's too early for me to deal with your sarcasm Fiona. Now get your lazy butt, out of bed!"
"Coming, I'm coming already. Can't a girl get a break around here? I mean, it is my birthday in three days…"
"Well, it isn't today and your little delaying tactics are not working. Now get up before I give you a computer ban. Alright?" Fiona's mother was refolding the bathroom towels (that were conveniently next to her room) when Fiona walked in.
"Tada! Ladies and Gentlemen I give you, the very tired, very short, Lady, Fiona." She did a mock bow and her mother added to the flying sarcasm with a mocking clap.
"Har Har. Very funny. You are just like your father. A joker to the finish. Now get your breakfast and get ready for school."
"Ouch, not even an encore? Where is my agent? I am never coming back here again!" Fiona plodded herself downstairs and to the kitchen, following orders and having her breakfast. She was sat in the lounge when her father walked in, in his dressing gown.
"Morning princess."
"Don't call me that. And morning."
"And what do we have today sweetie?"
"Buttered bread. And, don't call me sweetie either." He sat next to her with a mug of coffee (where did he get the coffee from?) and smiled at her, but in a confused way.
"Buttered…bread?"
"Yep."
"I am not even going to ask. At least I should be grateful that you didn't have 'buttered bread with tomato sauce' for breakfast."
"Na, I'm having that for my lunch."
"I swear your appetite gets weirder and weirder by the day."
"What can I say? I have weird tastes."
"I have often wondered if you need to see a head doctor."
"Dad, if I needed to see a quack, I would have come to you a long, long time ago."
"It is 7:15 and you are already fully equipped with sarcastic comments."
"I know…I must be tired." Fiona finished her buttered bread, guzzled her milk and walked out the lounge, leaving her father to roll his eyes and shake his head with a smile on his face.
She put her things in the washing machine and went to get a shower. She emerged and tied her long hair back in a tight, high pig tail. She then put on her underwear, Bra, long, smart black trousers that were loose from her recent weight loss, (Karate 4 times a weak does that for you) her school shirt and uniform jumper. The T shirt was a light ice blue and the baggy jumper was a deep midnight blue. Meaning she had her dark over jumper on and the lighter blue collar folded over it. She then washed her face and brushed her teeth (she forgot to do it before), cleaned her room (she had made a mess and didn't want her mother on her back), and looked at her self in the mirror.
She was not tall for her age; in fact she was below average. She was about 5 foot, but wasn't stumpy or chubby. She had slim legs, a muscular frame, long arms, a flat toned stomach, large breasts and broad shoulders. She had a long, elegant neck and a shapely face. Fiona had deep blue eyes from her father's side of the family and dark brown hair, from her mother's side of the family. Her skin was a soft, creamy white as she had a skin condition that meant that she didn't produce the right irons. She didn't have a deficiency, she didn't have to have and needles or medicine, she just had paler skin than normal people with her skin colour. So let's just say, she didn't have to put white powder on if she wanted to go as a ghost for Halloween.
Fiona added the finishing touches with her favourite Necklace that her father gave her. Instead of a chain, it had a thick, but soft, black leather, lace that was weaved into a plat like pattern. The ornate part of the necklace was large pure silver swirl, like a whirl pool shape but had diamonds encrusted into it. It had a small adjustment setting to the back, so she had it to her favourite length. It encircled her neck and the silver swirl rested on the base of her neck like a collar, and yet was still elegant and feminine.
"FIONA GET YOUR BUTT DOWN THESE STAIRS BEFORE I LEAVE YOU HERE!"
"COMING MOM!" she shouted back, running down the stairs, into the kitchen and only stopped to slip her flat black pumps on and swing her back pack over her shoulder. "School James and don't spare the horses."
"I'll give you don't spare the horses." It was a 5 minuet car drive to school. The entire time Fiona did the same thing she did every time she was in the car, plane, train or bus. Or her room.
She stared up at the sky and out into space, letting her imagination stretch across the galaxy and to other worlds and adventures that she had many a night dreamt of having. Oh how she would love to get away from her life, her school and mediocre existence…
Fiona was interrupted by her mother pulling up inside the gates of school. "Out you get. See you at home honey bear."
"Bye mom. Don't call me honey bear." She closed the door and ran to meet her friends before school. She found them at the school entrance hall, loitering against the wall.
"And I was like, no, and he was like, why not? And I was like because I am not ready to go that far in this commitment."
"Oh you so told him Jenny. I would have been like; it is my choice when and where I jump in the sack and not yours."
"That is how I totally was Macy."
"Hay guys. What's the plot?" Fiona waited as her two friends turned to greet her. The first had bleach-blonde hair with brown eyes and makeup caked to her face, making her look like a plastic Barbie doll. The second had ginger/red hair and chestnut eyes. The blonde was Jenny, and the red head was Macy.
"oh…Fe Fe… Morning dolls. I was like erm, telling Macy about Alex."
"The duckweed of a boyfriend who can't keep his mind out of his own pants?"
"Like that is so not true I mean there was this one time when."
"Fe Fe, we need to get to class. She will think of a time in like, never anyways. Come on."
"What about Jenny?" Macy had a tight hold on Fiona's arm and dragged her through the entrance hall, singed them in, up the stairs and didn't let her go until they were in their form room.
"What about Jenny? I don't want you talking to her."
Fiona was about to ask why but Macy continued. "She moved forms to get away from jack remember?"
"Oh, yeah. Damn bastard."
Now in every school there is one. Whether he is tall, short, skinny, plump or buff. Blonde, brown, ginger or black haired. But there is always one. One who would use their brute strength to 'govern' the rest of the school year, and sometimes the whole school. You know who he is, the school bully.
The bully at Fiona's school was Jack. He was 6 foot 3, had short, spiky brown hair, brown eyes and a nasty right hook. He, like every other bully in existence, bullied everyone other than his mates and other bullies. But he did have his favourites that he liked to bully the most. In this case, Jack was a sexist pig and loved nothing more than to touch up passing girls and give them mental abuse. Oh yes, girls he liked the most. He had recently had his way with Jenny and made her cry so many times by telling her what he wanted to do to her, and that he would do them to her, that Jenny changed forms to be in the other side of the year and away from him. This left her two friends Fiona and Macy to deal with the brute alone. Grrr. Speak of the devil!
"Morning ladies. Nice to see you. I wish I could see more of you than I see right now, but that can be changed, right Macy?" Jack towered over the red head and made her quiver. One thing about Macy that she had in common with Jenny, was that she wasn't strong and really was a coward. Although they were nice girls, they would sooner say nothing and be safe than stand up to anyone. Even when the 'someone' regularly squeezed their asses in the corridor. And even now.
Jack encircled his arms around the shaking Macy and roughly grasped her bum, squeezing painfully. Fiona had enough.
"Jack-ass. Get your hands off her and leave her alone!"
"What are you going to do about it?"
"Let her go!"
"You didn't answer my question Fe Fe. What are you going to do about it?" he emphasised his lack of concern to her threat by squeezing Macy's butt harder.
"Leave her alone!" Fiona took a step forward, but the door opened and Jack backed away from Macy. Not wanting his form teacher to catch him.
"You got lucky Fe Fe. If you had actually tried anything stupid, you would be done for by now."
"Get bent. And don't call me Fe Fe."
"Like you can stop me."
Jack stalked off and left Fiona to deal with her shaken friend.
"M? are you okay?"
"He hurt me. It really hurts." Macy rubbed her butt and winced as she sat down. Fiona sat next to her but simply scowled.
"You shouldn't let him do that. You should have.."
"I should have what?" she chuckled. "Asked him not to? Threatened him like you did? You know that ignoring your bully gets them to leave you alone."
"I know one thing. That line that the teachers give you is the biggest pile of bull crap I have ever heard. Standing up to your bullies makes them back off. And a large baseball bat helps…"
"Stop that Fe Fe. You are always so violent you know that? You can be so sweet and sometimes you can be…" Fiona was hurt by the worried expression on her face.
"I can be what M?"
"…scary…" then her famous temper boiled and she lashed out at her friend through gritted teeth, searing with rage.
"At least I have the backbone to do something about my problems and not hope for someone else to help me. For someone else to sort out my problems and don't rely on someone else to save me. I can rely on myself and always have. I am a fighter and."
"And scare everyone who knows you." Fiona's mouth was still open from her vexing when her friend hit her with the hardest words she had ever heard. "…even me." Tears welled in Macy's eyes and she had to close her eyes to stop herself from crying.
"Wha…why?"
"Because you always use violence as an answer to everything. Even just now when."
"When you were being molested!" Fiona stood up, rage making her betray her better judgment. "When I was sticking up for you!"
"When you were about to punch Jack. I saw your fist; I know you were going to. The only reason Jenny got picked on so much was because Jack knew he could get two birds with one stone. He could have fun with Jenny and make you confront him about it. I remember when you almost fought him after he touched Jenny's boobs. He loved that you pushed him over, he would have pounded you right there if the teacher hadn't of gotten there in time."
"So what do you want me to do M? You want me to stand back and let my only two friends get sexually abused?"
"One friend…"
"What?" Fiona sat down again as Macy's eyes dropped to the floor.
"I. said one friend Fe Fe. Jenny hasn't been your friend for moths. Ever since you pushed Jack he has bullied her into depression. She…she blames you." Fiona's eyes grew wide. Then cold.
"Why? How the hell could she blame me!" she stood again and this time yelling, getting everyone's attention and making Macy conscious of herself. "HOW CAN SHE BLAME ME WHEN IT WASN'T EVEN ME!"
"Fe Fe, calm down please. People are looking and."
"LET THEM LOOK! Let them look…" her vicious venom dripping voice made everyone who heard it shudder. "Let them. I don't care; you are the one without the spine, not me. I scare you? That's a shame, since I am the only one in this place who gave a damn! But if you and Jenny want to go off and cower in a corner and let yourselves be abused like that, why should I care? All caring did got me hurt." Fiona's eyes became misty and her lips trembled. "So see if I care. See if I care ever care again…" she whimpered and ran out the room. Macy was in floods of tears and couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt from hurting her loyal friend. Who had been there for her since they were in nursery. But she wasn't there for her now, not after that.
Fiona ran out of school, up the school field and up the hill. She screamed loudly until her lungs ached and felt like they would tear at any moment. "I feel so…betrayed. Was it all true?...is everyone I know…scared of me?" she held herself and sank to her knees, not liking the answer her mind gave her.
Yes, of course they are. They are all scared of me and even my parents think I am weird… how long has this been going on? How long have my friends, ex friends been afraid of me? Too long I guess if someone like Macy would tell me like that. I feel so betrayed…I only wanted to do the right thing, to help them. All I ever did was do what would help others at my own expense. And now the ones I sacrificed for, took verbal hits and even a few physical hits for, betrayed me and threw all my loyal years of friendship back in my face. Well, see if I care. Next time Jack touches them, I will look away. Next time I won't care. Next time…there will be no next time. Because I won't be there. I will never be there for them again. Never again will I care for them, for anyone. Never again. Never…
Fiona dropped forward and held tight fistfuls of the grass between her fingers, tears finally falling from her closed eyes and dampening the warm soil. She didn't move until the headmaster walked up the hill and took her (by force) to his office. She sat there, perfectly silent and looking straight at her headmaster in the eyes. The empty look in her eyes made him shudder and unnerved him greatly.
"Now miss. What is your name?"
"Fiona." Her lips had moved slowly and sounded her name perfectly, but with no emotion or anything to subject she was even in there. It was like her soul had been sucked out. The head just thought she was being a silly little girl after a cat fight. But he couldn't have her screaming and crying on his field so he brought her up to his office, to talk to her about it. He typed her name into the computer and didn't need to ask for her last name. It appeared that she was the only Fiona in the entire school.
"Well Fiona. I have your record here and I like what I see. Perfect A grades, excellent attendance, scrupulous coursework and… oh my. Temperamental behaviour in lessons. But then your teachers say how much of a loving young lady you are. But you are head strong and stick to your guns. Now, may I ask why someone as educationally adept as yourself, was on the school field in such a state?"
"No."
"No?"
"You asked if you may ask me why I was on the field, no you may not sir." She hadn't been cheeky with her answer, actually she had been very calm and that made him worry more than angry.
"Well I must insist upon it. Or go back to lesson."
"I will go back. I am not afraid." She got up and began to leave when the head spoke again.
"Why should you be afraid?"
"The others are." With that she left and gave the headmaster the creeps. shudder
Macy was in the corner of the Sociology classroom with Jenny next to her on the same small table. Their eyes both almost popped out of their heads and their hearts almost felt like they were in their mouths. In walked Fiona, head high and eyes cold. She walked straight up to the teacher apologised for being late and sat directly next to Jenny and Macy, who were both very quiet. Macy couldn't help but feel terrible after the fight she and Fiona had. She had been arguing with Jenny as to whether they should try and make friends with her. And Jenny didn't want to (obviously), but on this (for once) Macy wouldn't change her mind.
After Fiona sat down, Macy scribbled down on her note pad and couched to get her hurt friend's attention. It worked and she held the pad up for her to see.
"How are you feeling?" Fiona read the message and scribbled in the back of her book. She held it up with a blank face and Macy gasped. On the paper, Fiona had drawn a stick person with her famous necklace on and on its front. Another stick person with long scribbled in hair was grinning evilly behind her and had a bloody knife in her hand, still impaled in the stick Fiona's back. Jenny saw this and scowled at her. She then took the pad from Macy and scribbled a message for Fiona.
"You feel stabbed in the back huh? Guess its mutual now then huh Fe Fe?" Fiona scribbled out the picture and wrote a little note next to it, lifted the book up and let Jenny read it.
"Call me Fe Fe one more time, and I will tell Jack that the next time he touches you, you request it to be up your shirt this time. Got that OLD friend?" Jenny whimpered and looked towards the front of the class, trying not to let Fiona see that that last scribbled missile had hit a nerve.
"Now Class. We were going to watch a paper-view movie. But the headmaster has just called me and told me to change the channel to the News channel. Apparently, there is something of great importance on there." The aged woman brought the remote from her desk and changed to the 24 hours News channel. This got an, 'Awwww!' from most of the class but the teacher did as she was told. The channel changed and a man in his mid 30's was stood, centre screen with a blue suit on. His black skin was beaded with sweat and his face trembled with the rest of his body.
"L, l, ladies and g, gentlemen. I am p p privileged enough to ha have here with m me. a v very ss special g guest. He he is from outer space and he he would like a w word with the w world. Overtoyoumike!" the man blurted the last sentence out and ran from the screen. The live camera paned over to the left and another person came into view. First there was a blur of pink. Then the screen came into focus and there was a stout man stood in strange armour. He wore orange shoulder pads with lined patterns in them, purple body armour, the same orange design stomach plating and black spandex trousers, leading into bulky white boots. He had pink skin and bumps covering his body, spikes stuck out in gagged directions from his head and his face was flabby and twisted into an evil grin. Then the camera still turned and another man was stood next to him. The next guy was even shorter with even more grotesque, green skin and tadpole eyes on the side of his head. He wore the same armour but had white body armour. Then next to him was a tall man with blood red skin. He had long, wild white hair, a retro eye piece was clipped to his face round his ear and was far bulkier than the last two. But he wasn't short or stout. He was taller and had a muscular frame. But the next was even taller! He was a shade of light purple and had two, black horns sticking out of each side of his head. He wore darker armour and next to him was a more humanoid being. But the 'man' next to him was taller still and had a Mohican tuff of orange/red hair. Fiona couldn't help but think he looked a little, dim from the goofy grin on his face. Then she saw another guy walk up next to him and on screen. These guys get bigger and bigger! I swear I want whatever they are eating! This guy had blue skin and orange segments to his head. Instead of hair she assumed. Then she saw that other than the little green man (don't laugh) they were all wearing those strange eye pieces. Then she saw a gorgeous man walk in front of them all. He was extremely tall and had soft, creamy blue skin. His eyes were deep and his eyebrows were perfectly shaped. He had long, lush green hair that was tied off his face in a long plat and wore an ornate, white strap across his head, a single golden jewel in the shape of a circle hung from it and he had matching ear rings. This guy was certainly what she would call, extravagant.
The entire class and teacher were hooked and glued to the TV set. The strange creatures at the news station were defiantly not human and everyone couldn't help but wonder if they were invaders or friendly terrestrials. Then one of them spoke, Mr extravagant as Fiona dubbed him.
At the news station.
"Greetings people of Earth." Zarbon spoke as clearly as his seductive, Australian accent would let him and the Ginyu Force, and Dodoria, snickered behind him. That was the corniest line in history and they all knew that Zarbon had been dying to say it. He gave them a quick glare and they became silent. "I am Zarbon, high commander and second in command to your new master, Lord Frieza. He is not here at present, but he will be here after your planets leaders agree to meet with him. He is rarely so polite as to meet with anyone so I wouldn't pass him up on this offer."
"…we know he wouldn't." Ginyu whispered to his men and they all chuckled with him. Zarbon gave them another silencing stare and smiled back to the camera.
"My Lord usually sends a few of his men, us, to clear planets as pathetic as this one. It would take me I would say…a day to clear it? Maybe less if I tried. But he is willing to let you live your unimportant existences if you comply with his request, which I will now make known to you."
"Has he planed this speech? He sounds like he has practiced it." Burter whispered into Ginyu's ear and Ginyu had a reply.
"He did, in front of his mirror while he brushed his hair and manicured his 'pretty boy' nails." They all snickered again and Zarbon span round and smacked Dodoria.
"Hey! What did I do?"
"I heard you laughing with them! Can't you see how important this is?"
"Just get it over with will you."
"Be silent and I will!" they were quiet and Zarbon turned back to the live camera. "Lord and master Frieza recruits his men from all over the universe, as you can see from the many variety of beings stood before you. He will spare your planet if you agree to let him recruit 8 of your people to join his cause. Out of what? 6 or so billion, eight can hardly be anything to a species like you right? 8 less lives, who will not die, to let the other 6 or so billion to survive is a fair trade. One that will not be offered again. And if you refuse, then of course your planet, your entire planet, will be consumed in our fury and cleared. It is up to you, comply and live, or don't comply, and die."
"Oo, he even rhymed." Recoome giggled as the others joined in. but Zarbon wasn't deterred this time.
"We know that there are eight major regions, countries on this planet. In each, my lord will randomly select an area, then a town, and then a school and the children will fight until my master is satisfied with them. And the winner will become a recruit. But be warned, the fights may be to the death. Or they may not be. It depends on how long you keep my lord waiting. It is your choice humans. Gather your eight main leaders in one place and we will arrive. Oh, don't worry; we will know if you are in one place. Farewell humans. I do hope you make the wise decision." With that Zarbon turned gracefully and swept his long, blue cape behind him, the Ginyu force all struggling not to laugh as they walked behind him, flying and returning to the mother ship that loomed, invisible in Earth's atmosphere.
Back in the classroom
The screen went blank and everyone was perfectly silent. Other than Fiona that was.
"Wow…"
"Wow? What do you mean wow?" Jenny spat across to Fiona, getting her attention. "That guy just said that a monster wants to kidnap 8 of us kids from around the world, take us to outer space, train us into killers, and you say wow? How sick are you!"
"Sick enough to hope they come here." Fiona's calm face smirked slightly and she turned to her teacher. "Miss? Is this now a state of national emergency?"
"y yes F Fiona."
"Then, shouldn't we all go home?"
"Yes! Immediately!" the entire class, including one frantic teacher, got to their feet and joined in the stampede in the hallway and out to the car park. Leaving the school as fast as they could. Fiona however didn't run, she walked casually and had a calm smile on her face. It wasn't that she was happy that aliens were invading the planet and trying to kidnap 8 kids. But, she didn't worry too much about it. I mean, the world leaders wouldn't put up with that. "No way."
"NO WAY!" The president of the USA thumped his fists on the table of his oval office, seething at the German president.
"But you have to think about that as an option. I do not wish for one of my people to be taken to an alien boot camp either, but think of the alternative."
"No, the president of the United states is right. We can not stand by and let 8 of our children be taken and turned into killers! It is barbaric and the UK will have nothing to do with it! We will fight this outer space dictator with all we have!"
"I am with him!" the Japanese president added, siding with the British prime minister. "Together we can stop this madness and stand up to this new threat!"
"But think of the bigger picture here, I hate to be the one to say it, especially with the past that my country will forever hold in our past, but the lives of 8 over 6 billion is nothing compared to the total annihilation of our entire race!" the German president was about to continue, but the Canadian prime minister stood tall, getting everyone's attention.
"But you heard that strange green haired humanoid. This 'Master Frieza' will select an area, then a school and make the children fight, possibly to the death, as a test! So more than 8 lives are on the line, the lives those who may die in the process are on the line too. And if the winner, after all that, doesn't meet up to what this monster wants, they may also die too." They were all silent. No matter what the route they took, people would die. Either few, or all. None of the satellites or high tek telescopes could see any ships other than the brief moment it had dispersed and collected their 'troops'. From the images they had, the mother ship was larger than the entire planet, had massive weapons covering the ship's hull and no weak points as of yet. Not even the pentagon or MA6 could find a weak point or point of entrance/exit. They were at a loss and didn't know what do. They had gathered immediately after the live broadcast and were still in a heated discussion about what to do. Germany, Russia, France and Italy, might not be for letting 'Frieza' do as he pleased, but they weren't dismissing the idea either. However, Britain, USA, Japan and Canada were dead against it and were frantically trying to find an alternative.
"We could always ask him if he wanted to recruit from our armies. 8 of our trained men would be better than 8, innocent children. And I am sure we could find more than 8 volunteers to go, with the stakes being what they are." Italy spoke up for the first time since they arrived. Everyone considered this and couldn't see any other option. They would have to try and 'bargain' with the tyrant and hope he is as generous as he was with his request to meet first, kidnap later, with this proposal. But it seems that they would have less time to think it over than they thought.
"Ladies and gentlemen of earth, I introduce to you, my lord and liege, Master Frieza." Dodoria announced as he incinerated the protective oval entrance, along with all the body guards in the room. All of the planet's most powerful people, shuddered as they saw their first glimpse of an alien, face to face. Of course Dodoria was soon replaced by the 'green haired humanoid' and then something that none of them had ever seen before. It floated off the ground and seemed to hover gracefully. It was a black like pod, open at the top with a being sat comfortably in it, his pink tail lazily draped over the edge. His legs were not visible from the pod, but from his waist upwards were. He had a white belt like rim around his waist, orange stomach plate, deep purple chest armour, orange segmented shoulder blades to match his stomach piece and a white helmet that was mostly made up from the same deep purple of his armour and had two, large black spikes coming out if either side. It shined in the light like a jewel as the pod brought him further into the room, constantly guarded by his two men. As he drew closer, the world leaders saw more of his devilish features. He had ivory white skin, pink face markings that ran from his large, hypnotic eyes, down his outer face and outer cheeks to his jaw line. His lips were a dark purple and were curled into a mighty, confident smirk. His piercing red eyes scanned the room and only centred forward again once he had counted eight humans in the room.
"I am your new master. Frieza." His voice suited his form, just as deadly, just as sinister and demanded fear. It was not deep like you would expect, but croaky and polite, even though he could kill every person in the room, and they all knew it. "You will address me as master, my lord, your highness as I am also a prince, or my liege. Anything different will be punished with severe pain, and probably death. But let us move away from death and onto life, shall we?" the pod seated down in the centre of the oval office and all the eight humans were huddled against the opposite wall from the aliens, all shaking at least slightly. "I take it that you all wish to live?"
"Yes my lord." The German president answered, not daring to be rude.
"Good. You are not as stupid as I was told." Frieza leaned to one side and rested his chin on his knuckles still smirking. "I have never come across your kind before. Unlike everyone else in the universe, you reside still on only one planet. Yet I have seen that you are capable of space travel. Odd, but different all the same." he looked them over a few times to take in their forms. "You look a lot like the Saiyans. Minus the tail and putrid stench. Not to mention, you seem to cut your hair and shape your eye brows." He looked them over again and seemed, disappointed as his scouter fed him their energy levels. "Such a pity. Only level 2 at the most. And that is a collective strength. I wonder if it was a mistake letting them live Zarbon. I was told they had potential." He turned to his taller guards and sighed.
"If you wish it, my liege, I could begin purging?"
"Not yet. I still want my recruits." He looked at their power readings again and looked almost bored. "Even if they end up only being slaves…"
"M my lord." The Italian president forced through his lips.
"Yes human?" Frieza turned to the tallest human male; he had grey hair from old age, tanned skin, a large stomach, large hands and small feet. His face was twisted into an angry scowl. Frieza didn't like this.
"We will not." he began but Frieza didn't like the tone of his voice.
"I hope you are not about to put your life in danger by being rude, are you? And I do not except resistance in any form. Think again before you continue, human." Frieza watched as the human shuddered back and got his breath. "I hope the rest of your kind are not as spineless as you are." Then both the Canadian and the British prime minister stood forward, but with more focused faces than angry or scared.
"Your highness, we have a proposition for you."
"Oh you do? I am listening human." Frieza looked this human over. He was tallish, had brown hair, peach skin and a few wrinkles. The woman stood next to him had long blonde hair in a plat behind her, was deathly skinny and had peach, but darker skin. The woman spoke.
"I am the representative of a country called Canada. The man stood next to me is the representative of Britain. We would like to suggest that you take willing, trained army or militant volunteers instead of our children."
"How old are they?"
"The youngest would be around 18 and the oldest around 60, 65 at most."
"That is too old. No, I want children. I want children in their teen years so that I can mould them into perfect warriors. And if they do not perform well in battle, then they will still be useful slaves on my ship. So I can not acquiesce to your request."
"But they are children! You can't tell me that you have no problem making children see and cause blood shed! To make them kill at a young age is wrong and."
"And I will do as I please!" Frieza's voice hadn't risen, but it had taken a deeper, more deadly tone and it made everyone, even his men, shudder momentarily. His smirking face had changed into a dangerous scowl that made the human leaders back off and cower against the wall. He simply stared at them for a moment, returned to smirking and the pod lifted up. It turned round and he began to leave the way he came. But as he began to leave, the Canadian woman, who at this point was tearing, whimpered and spoke.
"You mustn't…"
"My dear human. I do not do things because I must or I mustn't." the pod stopped and he turned to look her dead in the eye. "I do them…because I can." He chuckled evilly while Zarbon and Dodoria escorted him from the building. They began to ascend upwards and Frieza pressed the side com link button on his scouter.
"Burter?"
"Yes my lord, I am here."
"We are returning. Opened the docking bay as our signals become into the 5 mile range."
"Yes my lord. Over and out." He switched the com link and turned to Zarbon who was flying next to him.
"Zarbon."
"Yes master?"
"We will begin recruiting tomorrow in this country. What is it called?"
"UZA I think."
"Then we shall start here tomorrow. Then move around the planet and I will randomly choose where we shall go."
"Luck of the draw sire?"
"Indeed." They entered the ship and Frieza quickly left his men with their orders and retired to his ready room. After locking the door, he calmly opened his cooling draw and pulled out a bottle of fine red wine and a wine glass the size of a small fish bowl. He poured himself a glass and sipped it slowly, swirling the taste over his tongue. "Sweet, just the way I like it." he took another sip and looked to his right. Out the window he could clearly see the small, backwater planet that he could either purge and destroy, or purge and sell. He was leaning towards sell as it had a large carbon dioxide count in the atmosphere and plenty of oxygen too. So he had twice as much a range on buyers if he wanted to sell it. Although it might be hard for him since the Milky Way galaxy had been announced a 'preserved zone of beauty and study'. But he would get past that by putting his claim on it. No one, not even the intergalactic council would dare challenge him on matters such as ownership of a planet. Even after being sold.
He sighed and sipped his wine again. Humans are so rude. And weak. Not at all worth all this trouble. But, if I get warriors from it them I do not care. Besides. He smirked and took another sip. It makes my day to see them squirm in my presence. His eyes closed as he was finally alone to think to himself without his crew or men asking for orders.
I should have more time like this. Alone to think. I wonder what my father does? He has just as big an empire as I do, and yet he is always off with some exotic whore from his harem and concubine market. Always having the time of his life. I do believe that Cooler has the same fun. Yet, why can I only find time to conquer and rule, get stronger and be victorious, and have absolutely no free time what so ever? Other than rare times like this.
He took another long sip of his wine, growling at his predicament. Oh father. Have a friend, he says. Cooler has friends, he says. They entertain him. Cooler is a two faced bastard that can manipulate women and people to do what ever he wants and kiss his ass. But not me. I don't fall for it. Have a friend? What ever for? They only betray you and jump in the sack with your older brother! …Elena
He remorsefully thought back to a woman from his past. Even today she haunts him and his thoughts. She was why he turned so cold. So evil and obsessed with hurting anyone who even dared to cross him. He had never been the same. Not after what she did…the truest betrayal. "Fucking whore!" he threw his almost empty glass to the other side of the room and seethed, panting furiously as he watched the glass shatter into thousands of shards. He sank back into his chair and rubbed his temples. "Why do you still haunt me so?..." he got no answer from the woman not present.
In the end, he decided that this was probably the reason he didn't have free time. Because every time he tried to unwind or relax, there she was. In his mind and clouding his thoughts.
Finally, he gave up on relaxing and returned his wine bottle to his cooling draw, locked and left his ready room and retired to his Bed chamber. Feeling that maybe sleep might remove the throbbing headache that stress had now endured.
On Earth.
Fiona had walked straight home the day before, said nothing to her parents, locked the door and laid on her bed all night. She slept eventually, but couldn't stop thinking about her life, her ex-friends and how betrayed she felt. All she ever did was be a loyal friend and this is how she was repaid. Being disowned and discarded. Well, she didn't need them! She didn't need anyone and could get along relying on one person.
"Me."
No one else could be trusted in her view. Not even her parents as she had heard them talk about getting her to see a head doctor about her…obsession. What the hell is wrong with everyone? Just because I am willing to use violence to defend myself, I am a monster! And my parents think I am twisted. Humph. I am not gone in the head. I am NOT crazy! She turned over onto her side and tried to sleep. But nope, her thoughts wouldn't let her. I am not crazy…I'm just…different. That's all. What ever happened to being an individual and not a drone? What ever happened to be a Shepard not a sheep? What ever happened to be your own person? I guess that went out the window when being yourself scares the ones around you, scares the ones you care about. Even my mother gets wigged out when I talk about my fights at Karate. I guess I should have gone tonight, but they went out so I didn't have anyone to take me there. Thanks mom, thanks dad. Now I have to lay here, while my thoughts keep me awake. If I had gone to Karate, I would have worked out all my stress and would have been too exhausted to do anything but sleep…I guess it's my own fault though. I am the scary one after all. It's all my fault that Jack molests Jen and the other girls, it's all my fault that they don't understand me. I guess what people don't understand, they fear. Even if it happens to be a 15 year old British girl in the countryside. Far from the city and actual excitement. I wish I could get away from here and see the world, see and have those adventures that I have been dreaming off. Wait, the city… Fiona finally turned a full circle to her thoughts before she left her school, finally setting in this time.
Those alien people want to take 8 kids, one from each country. The world government wouldn't allow that, would they? They would stop them right?...those poor kids…I hope they don't take toddlers. Or babies. They said kids so they will be going to take little toddlers, infants. And make them fight? That doesn't sound right. They can't get toddlers to fight…unless he meant older kids. Like…eep!
Her eyes shot open as she realised that, she could after all be at threat. She was 15, a young adult, but still a child. But that couldn't be right, could it? They said children, that would mean people my age would it? She sighed, grateful that she was finally growing tired. Oh well. It's the weekend now, so no school here for me. I guess people in this country are safe for about 2 days. But what about people in the east? Don't they have a time zone difference? Oh well. I guess that this is nothing like I first thought. I mean, not only will the world leaders stop them, like always, but no one would willingly go, would they? Not kids anyway. And what am I getting worked up about? Nothing ever happens here. Not near me anyway. At least…sleep…