Krillin shook his head, trying to make the world right again. Standing before him was the mighty Frieza. We survived against that Zarbon guy… We beat this Ginyu Force… and now this!… it isn't fair!
The small monk concentrated his own ki, trying to ease the feeling that he was being crushed from within. He felt himself hit his maximum as if through a haze, like his body was miles away. Everything seemed surreal in the face of Frieza's power.
Frieza let his ki lift him off the ground gently, coming down from the cliff he was residing on and landing next to the disoriented human. Krillin was almost knocked back by the sheer force of his presence. He held his ground through force of will alone, and steeled himself for an attack. The monk rushed forward, bringing his fist up at the dictator's face. In a motion with speed that Krillin couldn't even fathom, Frieza dodged by simply tilting his head to one side. His tail whipped up, cracking Krillin in the jaw and knocking him into the air. He managed to right himself, preparing to defend against an attack that never came. He looked down to find Frieza staring up at him with an amused expression on his face.
"You have taken one of my hits and you aren't unconscious. I'm impressed. Even Captain Ginyu would have fallen to a solid connection such as that." Before Krillin could even respond, Frieza had covered the ground between them and was floating next to him with his finger pointed at the small fighter's head. "But don't get too excited. You still have no chance." He finished as he flicked Krillin's forehead with his finger. Krillin flew back a bit in a spin, coming up with a Kamehameha. Frieza laughed, swatting the attack aside with what appeared to be a minimal effort. Krillin slowly dropped to the ground, closing his eyes and concentrating. Frieza laughed and began to slowly follow. "This one is amusing. Perhaps I will keep him alive a little longer." He mumbled to himself.
Krillin concentrated his ki in a deep meditation, and his aura began to flicker around him in a visible flare. Frieza raised an eye in surprise, consulting his scouter. "Let's just see how powerful this little one truly is…." His eyes widened in shock at the result. " Over one hundred-seventy-five thousand? And rising?…"
Krillin's energy continued to rise until it sharply cut off, apparently reaching it's peak. Frieza growled as he read the final number. "Two hundred thousand… that's almost half my own power…" Krillin pushed his energy to the front of his being, and centered it between his hands, similar to how he would create a Kamehameha. Once he had reached the level of a normal Kamehameha, he continued to focus his rage, his frustration. I've reached levels the others could only think about… we have gone beyond each impossible situation put in front of us… and he has the nerve to mock us?… to toy with us!…
The blast began to take shape, a spheroid orange ball that hovered in place about three inches from Krillin's outstretched hands. Sweat began to form on his forehead as he continued to dump his energy into the sphere. Once it had reached its boiling point, he let the energy even out, and he used his concentration to take control of the blast.
"Kakusadan!" he screamed as he shot the ball at the small tyrant. Frieza prepared to dodge, a blast of that magnitude may even scratch him. But when the ball left the monk's hands, it moved at a crawl.
"That fool! He sacrificed all of the speed of his attack for power! What a waste of energy!" Frieza moved to the side, allowing the blast to float by him. He let out a small chuckle as he went to attack the monk, but noticed that he still had his eyes shut, and was still exerting himself tremendously. Realizing it a second too late, he turned around to see the blast behind him come to a stop, and separate forcefully into seven separate beams. All seven flew back very quickly towards him, and even with his great speed, there was no way to avoid them. All of the attacks converged on the mighty tyrant, creating a forceful explosion that knocked the tired Krillin to the ground. After several seconds, he propped himself up on his elbows, laughing lightly to himself.
Krillin watched as the smoke cleared, but instead of seeing a wounded Frieza, there was nothing but the Namekian landscape. Before he could react, there was a white blur from above, and then Frieza's foot was buried in the human's stomach, crushing him into the floor. The attack came so fast it seemed as if he suddenly appeared even to Krillin's enhanced senses. Blood and spit flew from Krillin's mouth as his insides were crushed under the evil tyrant's foot.
"Now do you understand the futility of your actions, human?"
Krillin looked at Frieza's foot, with its strange shape and scaly surface. It was separated into three toe-like appendages. I wonder how he keeps his balance with those feet? Krillin almost laughed, despite his situation. Funny how you take in such strange details moments from death… Krillin thought back to Nappa. The brutish Sayian had done the same thing to him. It feels like ages ago… Krillin allowed all of his power to envelop him, and in a haze of desperation and adrenaline, he grabbed onto Frieza's foot and attempted to throw him off with a hoarse scream. Unlike the situation with Nappa, however, Frieza simply increased the pressure, slamming Krillin even further into the ground. The dirt below him parted, and the rock began to crack, leaving him in a private crater. Frieza pulled his foot off of the monk and laughed.
"That's it? I had expected something a little more." He shrugged, pulling back one of his hands and charging an energy blast.
"Tayioken!" The scream was accompanied by a blinding flash of light, burning an image of white into Frieza's eyes. He let out a cry of pain as he clenched his eyes closed, trying to regain his vision. Right after the flash of light, there was a flash of pain. Krillin shot off a Kamehameha behind him, using the attack like a rocket booster, hurtling into Frieza's face with a well placed kick. Frieza flew backwards, crashing into the ground several feet away, his hands holding the place where Krillin had kicked him. A small trickle of blood began to ooze out of the dictator's mouth.
"You…. You hurt me?…" Gone was the playful and well mannered voice from before. There was now a tone of urgency and anger in Frieza's words. "I will make you suffer…"
Gohan had just finished his lunch, and was upstairs working on his schoolwork. His mother was pressing more and more work on him the longer his father had been gone. Gohan found himself desperately hoping he would return soon. Mom sure has gotten cranky over the past year…
She only misses Goku. Chaozu's voice cut through his mind's wanderings.
Master Chaozu! Gohan jumped out of his seat. Where are you?
I'm outside. Come out here, we need to talk.
You two are such showoffs, talking with your heads. Why don't you just yell? Yajirobe's voice cut in, broadcasting his thoughts on telepathy. Over the past year, his psychic powers had developed as well, and he was now able to at least hold on conversation before he used up all his mental energy.
Gohan jumped out of the window, catching himself with his ki right before he touched the ground so as to not alert his mother to his exit. They walked off a bit, until they were far away enough to talk without being heard. Gohan tilted his head at his two friends.
"Is everything alright?"
Chaozu nodded. "We think so. Korin received word that Kami wanted to see us."
"Kami?…" Gohan asked in awe.
Yajirobe shrugged. "It isn't that special. Kami told Korin he just wanted the strongest fighters on earth, and at the moment, it's us three."
Gohan scratched his head. "But Master Roshi said he could still take all of you. Isn't he the strongest in the world?"
Yajirobe laughed. "Yea, maybe like fifty years ago. That old coot's time is way over."
Chaozu smiled slightly, but then his face grew serious. "Kami has been having ill premonitions lately. I think he wants to see us to make sure we're prepared if anything happens. And I haven't heard from Tien in a while…"
Gohan nodded. "But still, to be called by Kami himself…"
Chaozu grinned. "Yep. Quite an honor. The only other person to ever go up there was your dad."
Gohan's eyes went as wide as dishes, and nearly as white. "My dad…. Got to meet Kami?… "
Yajirobe nodded. "Not only that, but he got to train with him too."
"So that's why my dad is so strong… But my mom and dad never told me that…"
Chaozu's smile turned into a small frown. "Well, your mother decided no one should tell you. She didn't want you to get any ideas about training."
Gohan hung his head. "Mom is so protective over me…."
Yajirobe shrugged. "It's more like she's a psycho if you asked me."
Gohan shot Yajirobe a warning glare. No matter how upset he got at his mother, he would not allow anyone to speak badly of her. Yajirobe caught the look and nodded, grinning nervously.
"Right. Sorry."
The three warriors took off into the sky, (albeit Yajirobe doing so rather awkwardly. The poor samurai still hadn't gotten the hang of high speed flying yet.) going off towards Kami's lookout to meet with the guardian himself.
Nail looked over the landscape of his land, sighing as he saw the carnage inflicted upon it. Houses were nothing more than rubble, several craters littered the ground, and it was impossible to feel any life out there, besides the two super powers going at it. How he longed for the days of peace. Everything had changed so much in the past week…
"Nail!" his thoughts were cut off as Dende called up to him from his work. He had been using his power to the fullest, attempting to revive the Namekian whom they had found buried under rubble and charred all over. "He's awake, Nail!" Nail turned his head sharply, unable to believe it. When he had first looked at him, he doubted that anything would bring him back from the brink of death.
Nevertheless, the foreign Namekian slowly sat up, shaking his head in grogginess. "Wh…what's going on?" he asked, obviously confused. Nail and Piccolo looked at each other, and then turned away sharply. Dende cocked his head to the side and smiled.
"Wow, you guys really look alike. Its amazing!"
Piccolo stood up and attuned his senses, looking for any traces of his allies. He couldn't bring himself to use the word friends. Very far off in the distance, he felt two powers that were beyond anything he had ever imagined. Nail must have noticed his confusion.
"That is Frieza."
"So that's Frieza…. But it feels like two entities…."
Nail nodded. "Someone is fighting him at the moment."
Piccolo's eyes went wide. "Could it be Goku!"
Nail shook his head. "No. We don't know anyone named Goku. The one fighting him is a human…. His name is Krillin."
Piccolo's eyes went wide in shock. That small human?… how did he get so strong?… how long have I been out?… He turned away from his rescuers.
"I thank you for your help. But I have to go destroy that monster."
Piccolo went to take off, but was stopped by Nail's hand. Piccolo shivered at the touch. Never before had he felt a fellow Namekian. It was odd, almost comforting. He was definitely not used to that. He snapped his head around, converting his discomfort into anger.
"How dare you touch me!" he yelled, smacking the hand off of his shoulder. "What do you want?"
Nail met his glare. "There is no way you will be able to fight Frieza on your own. You are much too weak."
"What!" Piccolo swung out a fist, nearly catching Nail in the face. Nail simply tilted his head to the side, dodging the attack. Piccolo threw out a flurry of kicks, all of which Nail dodged with ease. Piccolo growled through clenched teeth, and yelled. "Quit dodging! If I could just…"
Nail grinned, stopping completely. Piccolo's next attack smashed directly into Nail's face. Nail didn't so much as flinch. Piccolo looked at his hand in shock. Nail swung out a lazy punch that slammed into Piccolo's chest, sending him flying backwards. Piccolo finally calmed down, amazed at the power his fellow Namekian had just shown him.
"Now will you listen to me? We only have one chance to beat Frieza."
Piccolo's ears pricked up. "How do you propose we do that?"
Nail grinned. "We merge."
Frieza's left hand shot out, smashing into Krillin's face. The small monk was sent tumbling backwards, crashing into a large rock several feet away. His energy reserves were nearly depleted, and it was beginning to show. Not much longer now… he thought. Well, at least I tried… he's just too much…
Frieza lunged at Krillin in a flying lunge kick. Krillin used the last of his strength to jump into the air, barely avoiding the savage attack. Frieza's foot instead smashed into the large rock, sending up rocks and debris. Krillin hung in the air, waiting for the next assault.
"Ten seconds."
Krillin's eyes went wide.
Frieza repeated himself, letting the words sink in. "You have ten seconds to live." Frieza was declaring the human's death.
AN- Okay, I know this is like a two week wait. Sorry. I have like three other fics to work on, so I'm a little stretched out. Speaking of which, I would just like to take a moment and abuse my relative fame. (I know I'm not actually famous, but this is my story that gets the most hits.) I have three other main stories I am working on, and they really don't get much action. Most of you know about the Super Smash Bros story, due to the wonderful conflict based around it. But if any of you are into Street Fighter and/or Final Fantasy, I have been working on fics for both, and they are quite underappreciated. If anyone into those subjects could jump onto my profile and take a minute to check them out, I would be really happy. If there are any questions, email me or put it in your review. I'll have a new chapter along just as soon as I can! I look forward to some reviews!
