Chapter 2


Up in the air, immediately following the second that Zamaku makes his announcement, a sharp sound of something small bursting apart, taints his revelling smirk with a slight frown on his face. More annoyed at the slight interruption than curious to know what made the sound, he stealthily moves his eyes from his left to his right, to find out what just happened to cut through his moment.

He hates interruptions!

Nonetheless, hate them as he may, he can't afford for anyone to see him out of keeping with the terror ambiance that he just created. Maintenance of his smug posture, is key, and thus, he has to stealthily search for the disruption without making everyone aware of him doing so. For the announcement that he just made, he can't contradict it by giving off any sign of displacement.

He hates contradictions!

Carefully, he makes his shining silver eyes slide to his left, and apart from a stone-like Zamasu, there's nothing that catches his attention enough to believe that the small shattering noise came from there. On his right side however, just as his eyes turn that way, he barely manages to catch sight of the last fragments of what had once been his time ring, splatter off his index finger and continue to fall down to the ground below.

Strange, his frown deepens, he didn't even feel the disbanding of his ring on his own finger. As a supreme being, all of his body parts should be subject to his mind, reporting even the slightest painless scratch that it receives, and yet, his finger couldn't alert him that it was losing the time ring? His impatience is aroused almost instantly, involuntarily making him bring his right hand in front of his eyes for a closer look, even though he knows that a closer look won't make his time ring come back to take its place on his index finger.

His time ring, he thinks, feeling his impatience morphing into rising frustration within him. His precious time ring, he presses his teeth hard together, to clench his jaw. Looking at his now empty index finger, Zamaku feels just a little short of abdicated, like he gave up something that he wasn't ever supposed to lose.

Your deity status, floats in his head like a soft taunt that wants nothing but to make him doubt himself. The strange thing is, Zamaku doesn't feel like the taunt-like thought came from his mind, but rather from his heart, which doesn't feel like it's a complete part of him either. Strange, he thinks again, only this time, he doesn't deepen his frown like he did the last time.

No matter, he pulls in a long breath through closed eyes to lull his rising frustration, time ring aside, he still has two things that more than make up for the loss of the time ring. Thinking this, he quickly tucks his hand behind his back, easily reclaiming his previous smirk once again. Casting his eyes to his observers below, he continues to remind himself that there are two things that confirm his supremacy, even without the ring.

There's the deeply accelerated endless flow of two energies merging into the same body, becoming more solidified and fortified, even thrilling, that's making his smirk spread further beyond than where it should be able to stretch. And then, then there's the arousingly exhilarating silence of fear from his spectators.

Though the energy rushing through his veins and then breathing out through his open pores thrills him far more than anything probably would ever be able to, it's the fear, the glorifying fear from the observing crowd, that makes him feel vastly alive and invincible.

Oh, the venerated way their fear makes him feel, his smirk spreads to his eyes, making them glow even more than they'd been doing. From the barely-powerful-in-comparison Zamasu, to the lesser-than-Zamasu Vegeta, their fear is wholly perfect and satisfyingly delightful to take note of.

As he moves his eyes from one individual to another, he wonders, if he lets out a slow calculated laugh, just to test the extent to which the sound of his laughter can further intimidate his feeble observers, will that exceed his satisfaction level and go even further beyond?

Or, he continues to wonder, if he says something more, in a smoothly condescending tone, just to see how much fear can etch into the lines of his spectators' faces and stilled bodies from his mere words alone, will that feed him just right, to the extent to which someone like him should be fed?

'He-he-he-he,' he finally settles on letting out of his mouth, deciding that he'll do neither.

His laugh, is more to delight in the many options that he has, than to test how far the sound of his laughter can cause the group to jump out of their skins. And just then, the idea of his observers jumping out of their skins, sparks him to try one very important thing, which is only for himself, but if it manages to settle more fear inside his observers, all the better for him.

Setting himself up properly, Zamaku angles his left ankle in a partly bent and partly ready-for-flight position, shifting his left leg, so that it looks almost slanted. His right leg, he folds just the slightest bit at the knee, before moving on to adjust the straight line of his back, to a curved angle, which is a perfect pose for beginning a fight. To complete his pose, Zamaku bends his left elbow, thrusting his palm outwards as though to make it a shield, while his right arm, he forms into a right angle, with a closed fist on the ready to attack.

Even as he prepares his body like this, as he prepares his body into a fighting stance, he feels his infinite power surging like a wild current through every part of him, and filling his head with the assurance that he is indeed supreme and complete.

'He-he-he-he,' Zamaku lets out of his mouth in perfectly measured breaths again.

This time, his laugh is solely to rejoice in the immense power that is bubbling within him, just waiting for the chance to showcase itself. However, this second laugh, apparently does something to rouse a single person from the group of spectators, before he can start flexing his muscles and throwing a few kicks and punches in the air to warm his complete body up.

'Hey, Kakarrot!' Vegeta's slightly shaking voice calls in gruff demand. 'What do you think you're doing up there?!'

Piqued from being interrupted, Zamaku abruptly cuts his eyes to the man who calls himself the prince of all Saiyans.

First of all, he lets out a hot and heavy breath through his nose, he hates interruptions. And secondly, contrastingly feeling amused instead of irritated, he thinks;

Saiyan pride!

Saiyan pride is an interesting thing, Zamaku thinks as he slowly begins to descend to where Vegeta is. He's deliberately descending at a slow pace, to give mass effect to his presence, also to afford the Saiyan on the ground the chance to prepare himself as much as he can delude himself to believe, before they come face to face.

Saiyan pride!

Saiyan pride doesn't allow for Vegeta's bottomless fear to keep him quiet for long enough to display that same fear. In fact, Zamaku corrects himself, it's that very fear that Vegeta feels, that manifested itself as pride in the form of an irritated question. Again, just like that little voice that he felt like came from his heart -which seems like a separate entity from his mind- he feels like this Saiyan information is coming from there as well.

No matter, Zamaku tells himself, the more he knows about Saiyans, the better it is for him. Again, disregarding that part of himself, he reaches Vegeta, choosing to hover just a fraction above ground level in order to maintain his supremacy. Although his height is already some distance above Vegeta's, he still needs to hover off ground level to set himself apart as he truly is.

First twisting his smirk into a disgusted frown, Zamaku lunges to punch Vegeta in the face, but his closed hand misses. Actually, when he briefly recalls the horrified look on Vegeta's face as he reached out his fist to hit him, he realises that his fist didn't miss, but rather, it deliberately passed Vegeta's face.

Zamaku, momentarily stunned at his body's disobedience, before recovering and masking his stunned disbelief to a neutral expression, recalls the frightened look that had been on Vegeta's face as he lifted his fist to punch him. Even going by the look on the Saiyan prince's face now, Zamaku can easily deduce that he thinks the deliberate disobedience of his body, was originally planned as a deliberate move to strike fear in him, without actually touching him.

Zamaku can breathe easy, realising that his body's contradiction didn't cost him after all, and therefore, he shows Vegeta a big smile, not of mirth, as though to agree with the Saiyan that yes, the missed punch was a perfectly calculated and delivered move.

'Zamaku,' he calmly tells Vegeta, instantly getting rid of the smile to replace it with an expressionless face. 'Not Kakarrot.'

He follows his words with a hard strike to Vegeta's forehead with his own head, knowing very well that it would do perfect enough damage, to engrave into Vegeta's mind to never think of calling him Kakarrot again.

His name is Zamaku, and anything less, he will not tolerate. With all the power that he has, and has yet to achieve, he wants every single person on the Earth to know his name, and think of it with trembling fear. His name, the name Zamaku, will be the most eminent name in all the universes, the name of a legend, a supremely complete legend that no one else will be able to measure up to. He has every intention of becoming the only legend in all the universes.

As Vegeta flies back, suppressing his vocal display of pain, Zamaku levitates on past him, heading for the two gods, already bored with Vegeta. He's well aware of Zamasu following him with his eyes from up high where he is, but he couldn't be bothered in the least to pay Zamasu attention. What happens or doesn't happen with Zamasu, doesn't arouse interest in him, because Zamasu is not worth his time. Zamasu's immortality means nothing, when he, as a god can't possibly begin to understand the level of supremacy that Zamaku has reached, and will continuously follow to do. Zamasu is not his concern, that is, unless Zamasu does something as stupid as try to attack him.

Huh, his body feels a small tingling sensation, which his mind doesn't easily register and categorise, it feels like his body would almost like for Zamasu to do something stupid like try to attack him… Huh…

But never mind that, his mind dismisses for what feels like the hundredth time, he has more important matters to deal with first. As he is planning on executing his legend status, he is well aware that he cannot make a name for himself in this time. He will need a place wholly inhabited by all types of people that can render him what he wants, and for him to reach that place, he needs either one of the two gods to get him there.

When Zamaku reaches the two gods, he first looks at the bigger and older of the two, and then sets his eyes on the smaller purple one, who swallows down a large gulp of something down his throat. A few beads of sweat decorate his forehead, and Zamaku, almost finds himself feeling pity for the little purple god, but not quite, because his pride doesn't allow him to feel anything other than worshipped by the little god. Their fear, the gods for of him, to him, is equivalent to worship, and that is exactly what he needs from them.

'Hmm,' he smirks challengingly at the small god, who is all but shaking for keeping eye contact, 'Supreme Kai, huh?'

He's mocking the little god, because yes, what sort of god can be called supreme when they can't even keep from shaking in their boots for keeping mere eye contact?

Pathetic god! He mentally snarls, however, that little independent part that seems separate from his mind, somehow manages to keep him looking at the purple god and feel… Feel pity? Or is it understanding? Zamaku can't be sure what that rebellious part of him is feeling or trying to dictate him to feel, all he knows, is that fortunately for him, the little god will not get the chance to see his power today.

Just as he's about to turn to the older god, the most frustrating and uncalled for thing happens, and it happens ungraciously too, almost as though to deliberately dethrone him from his supremacy in front of the gods. So loudly that probably even the dead people in the next city can hear, his stomach emits the longest cry for attention. It's so deep and loud, that he hears several 'Ohs!' exclaimed in shocked surprise around him while he impatiently casts his eyes to his treacherous stomach.

What is wrong with his body? It's as though it isn't connected to his mind at all. The way it acts independently at random times without his permission, is increasingly testing.

Really, he keeps his eyes on his stomach, his stomach is hungry? His stomach is really hungry? It's hungry now, right in the middle of this?

He hates interruptions!

'You!' he barks at the small purple god, unleashing his frustration for his stomach on him. 'Take me to feed this,' he points at his stomach, on the verge of piercing his stomach with his own hand.

The so-called Supreme Kai, only stares back at him with blinking eyes, as though he's trying to make a connection between the past minute and now, but can't seem to find a place to start.

'Now!' he hisses angrily