The birds were chirping, and the sun was shining brighter than ever on this momentous day. The Space Emperor was sitting calmly in his hover chair, enjoying a fresh glass of Cabernet Sauvignon from a planet in the Black Eye Galaxy. He had been patiently waiting for a week, voyaging through the empty depths of the cosmos to search for a warrior of untold might, with a power level of -. How he had managed to survive such an annoyingly long wait, he had no idea.

Vegeta was really starting to get on his nerves. Ever since he had come back from his mission, he would either walk in circles around the ship, or would simply waste his day away inside the tavern, drinking by himself to his hearts content. And whenever any soldier would go up and talk to him, he'd give a deep animal-like growl and force them away. In fact, one of the foot soldiers lost his life after he mocked Vegeta's solemn drinking and insinuated that Vegeta actually missed his general. What a spectacle that had been, and what a fool the soldier had been for picking a fight he couldn't win.

But at last, his wait would finally come to an end. For they had finally entered the atmosphere of this wretched mud ball, where he would be free to pick and plunder this planet's riches and warriors as he so pleased.

"Lord Frieza!" Zarbon's voice interrupted his thoughts with some dire news. "We have incoming projectiles headed straight for the ship!"

"Really?" Frieza floated over to the front of the room, and sure enough, there were several tiny little dots with flaming ends flying straight for the mother ship. "I see…"

"Zarbon, Dodoria, take care of those little toys for me while I finish my wine tasting."

His henchmen straightened and put their hands to their chest. "Yes Lord Frieza!"

The two henchmen went sprinting out of the room and headed for the hatch opening at the front of the ship. The hatch door slid open, and the two henchmen were met with an onslaught of high-speed wind and thin lines of cirrus clouds. The wind nipped at both of their eyes, forcing them to somewhat shield their eyes.

The incoming missiles continued to hurtle toward the ship, growing considerably faster as the seconds went by. Both henchmen put their hands out in front of each other and began yelling as they focused their energy to their palms. The missiles were now 800, 700, 400, 200, 100, 10 meters away from the ship. But just as the missile tips reached the front of the ship, Zarbon and Dodoria fired their energy blasts. In mere seconds, the missiles were destroyed, vaporized by the extraterrestrials ki attacks.

Chunks of debris and fire were flying through the air. Several chunks of the debris and fire flew straight into the two henchmen, but to them, it was like a bunch of pebbles were being thrown at them. They stood at the edge of the ship with crossed arms and serious faces. "So Zarbon, how long until we make it to the surface?" said Dodoria.

"I think about 20, maybe 30 minutes," replied Zarbon. "Then the fun can finally begin."

Back at the Hero Association prison box, the two assassins were sitting inside their prison cell, quietly thinking to themselves, when something big hit Nappa. "Oh shit." The saiyan general felt a huge spike of energy flooding his entire brain. Whatever this was, it was really powerful. No, wait. He concentrated harder, and the noticed six, maybe seven very high power levels. In fact, one of the energies he felt made the others look like pushovers. "Could it be…"

"What's the matter with you Nappa?" questioned Sonic, who was still in his bed. It had been 3 days since Kuto had come to visit him. Ever since that spat between the two ninjas, things hadn't been as venomously hateful as they used to be. Sure, they still argued like hell, and threats to each other's lives were still really common, but it was as if that spat with Kuto had created a link of respect between each other. They might not have even seen it, but it was there. It was like an invisible, tiny string, keeping them bound together with respect, however small it was.

Nappa let out a chuckle. "Your planet's screwed."

Sonic propped his back up onto the wall and looked at Nappa nervously. "What do you mean?"

Nappa stretched his back and crossed his arms behind his head. "Wait and see. You'll find out soon enough…"

While Frieza and his lackeys were busy up in the sky, the Monster Association was bustling about underground. Orochi had been informed about the space emperor's arrival through Gyoro Gyoro and his energy sensing technique. Not only that, but his second-in-commands clairvoyance predicted exactly when and where they were going to land, so he had already sent his elite soldiers to wait for the space emperor's arrival.

Orochi continued to sit in his throne, pondering whether or not they would have enough monsters to complete their plans, when Gyoro Gyoro broke through his train of thought. "Master Orochi, I've sent out our secondary forces, and our main forces are waiting for my command."

"Good. Oh, and Gyoro."

"Yes?"

"I believe this occasion requires you in person."

At first, Gyoro Gyoro didn't understand what he meant, but then it hit him. Or should he say, her. Without warning, Gyoro Gyoro suddenly went limp and passed out on the floor. Then, a faint sound of clopping high heels came from the right hallway. Those shoes belonged to a young human woman. The girl had aqua-blue wavy hair that went a little past her shoulders. The hair matched beautifully with her emerald green eyes, which were covered by a pair of glasses.

"Hello, Psykos. It's been quite some time since you've shown your human form."

"No doubt." Her voice sounded frail and high-pitched, which did an effective job of hiding the true malice and mental instability she felt everyday of her life.

Psykos motioned to the exit. "So shall we go?"

Orochi pushed himself off of the throne. The armchairs on his throne were scratched by Orochi's long claws, and the ground around the throne shook in fear, for the Monster King had finally risen from his throne, and whoever was in his way, would experience pain the devil himself would find a nightmare.

"Yes. It's time that the Monster King rightly establishes a new order of power to this world. To this world, and beyond."

Back on the ground, things were more hectic than ever. The Hero Association was scrambling about, trying to gather as many heroes to fend off against the tiger and demon level monsters that were popping up in the cities. Not only that, but the Hero Association hospitals were getting more and more patients, and every day, heroes of higher and higher rank were being admitted, forcing the doctors to work later and later hours. In fact, the nurses thought they were being pranked when they saw the papers for one of the patients: the S-class hero Tanktop Master. If an S-class hero was out of commission, it was horrible news for everyone.

Saitama was walking through the hospital in M-city, with a bag of goods he just bought at a market, and was getting a first-hand experience of the craziness occurring at the hospitals. Saitama couldn't walk more than 5 feet without jostling a nurse, doctor, or a hero in some sort of bandage or cast. Honestly, he didn't know how some heroes could be hurt so badly, they'd have to go to the hospital. I mean, Saitama had gotten his ass handed to him a bunch of times, and all it took for him was a few nights of sleep, cotton swabs, and some Tylenol. Guess not all heroes could handle pain like he could.

When he reached the 2nd floor, the tingling sensation in his brain came flooding back to him, just as he had felt when the two saiyans had showed up. No, it was like someone had mixed adrenaline and steroids, shook it all up in a cup of energy, than poured it directly into Saitama's brain. Saitama stopped dead center in the hallway. He was tempted to go sprinting out the door and head straight for that huge surge of energy, but he sighed. Last time he followed his guts, he'd been let down on a pretty big scale, and while the experiences outside of the house were pretty good, the battle itself was anticlimactic, like more anticlimactic than usual. And besides, he already came all this way to see Mumen Rider, so it seemed like kind of a dick move on his part to just bail out of the blue. Either way, the other heroes could probably handle it. So he continued walking, ignoring the still growing sensation in his brain.

He eventually found Mumen Rider sitting in one of the hospital rooms on the third floor. Inside, Mumen Rider was covered with a blanket. He had a neck brace wrapped around his neck, a large bandage tied around his forehead, and his face was covered in tiny Band-Aids. Although since he was still wearing his glasses, Saitama was pretty sure he was sleeping. "Yo Mumen! How are you hangin?"

The C-class hero was startled out of his deep sleep, and a smile came across his face when he realized that Saitama had come to visit. Mumen Rider gave his friend an amicable wave."Hey Saitama! I didn't think you got my text."

Saitama's lips curved upwards into a small smile. "I just wanted to stop by, just to see if you managed to recover or not."

"Well thanks. You really didn't have to. But I'm still glad you came, Saitama."

"No problem man. So I'm just gonna put the bananas right over here."

Mumen Rider gave Saitama a quizzical look. "You brought bananas?" The hero nodded his head, then peeled off the skin of one of the bananas and started chewing.

Mumen Rider's look became even more quizzical. "Those aren't for me?"

"Oh, sorry. Here, take a banana." Saitama ripped a banana off and handed it to Mumen Rider. The top ranking C-class hero hesitantly took the banana and started helping himself. "Thanks."

Saitama continued. "So anyway, I heard on the Hero Association's news that there was something kinda big going on," said Saitama, with his mouth still full of chewed banana. "And whatever it was, that's what put you in the hospital. Apparently, that monster also put 12 heroes in the hospital."

"No. The Association ranked him as a monster, but he's actually human."

"Really? It's not a monster?" Saitama's brows scrunched. "So it's just some punk,…" said Saitama, disappointment clearly evident in his voice.

"No. He carries the name of a monster, but he still looks human. Are you following me?" Saitama nodded. "He was strong. Like scary strong, especially for a human being…"

"Huh… So compared to that fishguy you fought before, who'd you think is stronger?" Mumen Rider gazed up at the ceiling, pondering Saitama's question with deep analysis. "The Deep Sea King was quite the monster, no doubt about it. But with this, something felt different…" Saitama's eyebrow rose, not quite understanding what the C-class hero meant.

"Although I was only on the receiving end and unable to land any actual blows, I could still feel a difference. His strength was different… How can I put it… His "technique" was more refined."

"He practices martial arts to the highest degree. He studied under Silver Fang." The two heroes heard a third voice chiming into their conversation, emanating from just on the other side of the curtain. Mumen Rider pulled the curtain open, and hiding behind it was the S-class hero, Tanktop Master.

"That guy… He just barged into the conversation out of the blue. Do you know him?"

"He's the S-class hero, Tanktop Master."

Saitama tried to remember the name, then it came to him. "Oh I remember now! I saw it on the news. You were the guy who got your ass kicked the hardest!"

The S-class hero's temper flared up. "AW COME ON! AT LEAST MENTION THAT I DIDN'T GO DOWN WITHOUT A FIGHT!" shouted Tanktop Master. "Shit…" Tanktop Master bent his head down and slapped his palm to his forehead. "Why am I even talking about this?" The S-class hero grimaced at the memory of his defeat. "That youngster caught me completely off guard. His martial arts is going to be a really big problem if it isn't dealt with. Even though I've taken out countless monsters with a single hit, I couldn't beat him…"

Saitama walked over to the S-class hero and pulled a banana off the root. "Here, have a banana?"

"Hm? Oh, thanks…" Tanktop Master peeled the skin off and started eating, not wanting to refuse this gift from… Wait a second. He remembered that guy from the S-class meeting. Not only that, but he saw on the Hero Association website that he had been moved from B-class all the way up to S-class Rank 4. "Are you him? The supposed hero swindler who steals credit from S-class heroes?"

"Yea…"

"And you really got moved up to S-class?"

"Uh-huh."

"How? Did you bribe the Hero Association?"

"Bribes?" Upon hearing such an accusatory suggestion, Saitama laughed and clutched his chest. "I barely have enough money to pay rent, much less bribe someone to move me up to S-class."

If that was the case, then Tankop Master couldn't explain it. The only possible reasoning for this was that he really was as powerful as S-class heroes. "Caped Baldy…"

"It's not Caped Baldy anymore…" A vein on Saitama's forehead began throbbing, and his pupils dilated until his eyes appeared almost completely white. "My real name's Saitama, and my new hero name is One Punch Man."

Tanktop Master held out a hand in apology. "Sorry. Anyway, do you really have physical abilities of an S-class her-"

A buzzing noise interjected into the conversation, taking Saitama's attention."Hold on just a sec." It was the phone inside his pocket that began ringing, so Saitama pulled it out of his pocket. "Yello?"

Mumen Rider leaned over to Tanktop Master's bed and whispered in his ear, "Saitama isn't a fraud. I know firsthand. I was there when he fought the Deep Sea King. The monster was at full strength when Saitama beat him, I'm sure of it."

Tanktop Master took this information in, his heart racing at the thought of a hero so powerful that was put so low on the Hero Association's rankings. If it was true, then Tanktop Master felt like a fool for buying into appearances over deeds. That wasn't what the Tanktop Army represented.

"Saitama?"

"Who is this?"

"It's Dr. Kuseno."

"Who?"

Saitama heard a sigh through the phone. "The guy who got you the Chinese takeout!"

"Oh yea! So what's going on?"

"It's finally happening. The prophecy is coming into fruition. An alien ship has entered our atmosphere, and is going to arrive 100 miles north of A-city in about 15 minutes; it's the Devil of Frost."

Saitama gasped. "ARE YOU SERIOUS?!" The bald hero slapped his forehead. "I NEED TO GET OVER THERE RIGHT NOW!"

"What? What?" The two heroes sitting on the beds had their heads raised and their bodies leaning forward. "What's going on?!"

"Atthththehhhahha!" Saitama shushed the two heroes with his hand. "Be quiet!"

"There's more," continued Dr. Kuseno.

"What? WHAT IS IT?!" said Saitama with a voice that bordered on shouting.

"Apparently, there are dozens of monsters attacking multiple cities at once at the same time! The Hero Association is practically exhausted with the number of heroes they've had to deploy. So Minister Sitch has called an S-class meeting right now!"

Saitama let out a soft gasp. "I'LL TRY AND GET THERE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE! FIRST I NEED TO GET MY UNIFORM!"

"Wait, what?" Before Dr. Kuseno could question the lunacy of Saitama's reasoning, Saitama hung up the phone. "Sorry guys, but I need to get going. To sum things up, the prophecy that Shibobelo person talked about is finally happening, and there's an S-class meeting about to start that I need to attend."

Tanktop Master let out a gasp. "Then I need to get over there! I'm going with you!" Tanktop Master's reluctance in Saitama's abilities was now completely forgotten, and he practically scrambled to get out of bed. But before he could get both his legs on the floor, he recoiled, the muscles in his body tensing in pain.

Seeing this, Saitama pushed him back into the bed, leaving Tanktop Master dumbfounded with Saitama's ability to push him back with such force. "Sorry man, but you're too injured. You gotta stay in bed. Besides, you'd slow me down. Catch you on the flip side." Saitama made way to the door, but then he stopped midway. "On second thought, walking down all those stairs is gonna take too long. They can probably patch up the ceiling. With those crazy-expensive hospital bills, they can pay for anything."

The heroes in bed looked at each other, not understanding what he meant. But their question was quickly answered, when small chunks of ceiling fell on their laps and heads. They looked up, and saw a hole about 3 feet long that kept on going for 7 floors straight.

"My god," exclaimed a shocked Tanktop Master, "He really isn't a swindler."

"Lets just hope that Saitama's able to deal with the monster before it's too late."

Both heroes sighed. They could only hope.

Sitch had it just about here with some of the heroes. So far, even with the new roads that spanned our for hundreds of mile which made travel to and from the HQ worlds easier, the S-class heroes still couldn't make it on time.

Inside the meeting room, the heroes were quiet. Some of them had dirt smudges on their faces, their uniforms slightly tattered, their faces grim and tired, and their patience rather thin. With the abnormally high rise of mysterious beings, some of the S-class heroes could simply not take a break from their duties, forcing them to work days on end. But all of them answered the call when Sitch demanded an emergency meeting. Sweet Mask was sitting on a spare seat at the edge of the table, just right next to Puri-Puri-Prisoner. Even Bang's older brother, Bomb, had realized that this was such a monumental threat. He and his brother were already busy searching for Garou, but both knew Garou would have to wait, however much they didn't want to.

But out of all of the people in the room, Sitch was the one who was most busy and the one with the most stress mounted on his back, per usual. He was discussing with some of the branch operators, almost yelling at them with orders to contact every A, B, and C-class hero possible with the new reward system to get them active as soon as possible. Not only that, but so far, One Punch Man, Demon Cyborg, Tanktop Tiger, and Blast hadn't or couldn't arrive, and there was absolutely nothing Sitch could do about it.

However, something that the heroes, even Sitch, weren't expecting was that Metal Knight was there, in person. Everyone looked at him, expecting a much more handsome and young scientist as the operator in secret behind all those drones. "So, what made you finally decide coming to these meetings yourself was worth the wait?" said Tatsumaki, her snooty attitude as present as ever.

"Don't mock me, girl. In case your diminutive brain hasn't comprehended this yet, but the fate of this entire planet is at stake.

Her face twisted in rage. Just as Tatsumaki was about to throw Bofoi across the room, Minister Sitch asked the elderly scientist, "Bofoi, where is Genos? He of all people should be present."

The old scientist ignored the esper and gave his attention to the minister. "Sitch, Genos is having an intensely serious conversation with my brother right now, and I can personally say that you don't have to worry about him not showing up."

"Yes," said Child Emperor. "We can begin without them."

"Hold on. Where's Saitama?" Everyone turned to Atomic Samurai, who held his katana in his hand and in his other hand, had a firm grip on the table. "Unfortunately, he couldn't make it for this meeting."

"I want to fight him in a duel. He took my spot in S-class, and I want to see just how powerful he thinks he is. Nobody takes my spot without a fight. And besides, theres no way he could move up so quickly in the ranks like that."

"Hey Sitch, I had to leave Q-City in the hands of a bunch of B-class heroes," said Watchdog Man, looking somewhat irked for once. "And I don't want to leave my territory defenseless, so can we wrap this up quickly?"

"What the hell are we doin here anyway?" said Metal Bat. "There's no way this prophecy can really be legit! Besides, these meetings keep on interrupting with my schedule! I was playing four square with my little sister-"

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Sitch screamed at the top of his lungs and slammed the table with both of his hands as hard as he possibly could, eliciting a jump from all of the heroes. "I CAN'T DEAL WITH YOUR PETTY SQUABBLING ANYMORE! A GOD-LEVEL THREAT IS LITERALLY MINUTES AWAY FROM ARRIVING! CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT THE WORLD ITSELF IS IN THE PALM OF OUR HANDS! AND INSTEAD OF TAKING THIS SERIOUSLY, YOU'RE ACTING LIKE CHILDREN WHO WANT TO PLAY WITH THEIR TOYS INSTEAD OF DOING THEIR HOMEWORK! SO JUST FOR ONCE, LISTEN WHAT I HAVE TO SAY SO WE CAN ACTUALLY SAVE LIVES!"

This unexpected string of insults actually managed to quiet all of the heroes down, and every single one of them sat down in their seats with serious faces and open ears. Even Tatsumaki was taken aback by Sitch's anger.

Sitch took a deep breath in and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm glad you could make it here, and I appreciate your assistance in dealing with the rising number of demon level threats in the cities. I'd also like to thank Sweet Mask and Bang's brother, Bomb, for coming with us to this meeting." The two powerful fighters bowed their heads in respect and said nothing.

"Now LISTEN VERY CAREFULLY." Sitch's voice deepened, and he held a finger up to all the heroes. "An alien spaceship is going to land about 100 miles north of A-city in 10 MINUTES! Unfortunately, as you might know, monsters are attacking multiple cities at once. As a result, not all the S-class heroes can simply abandon the ongoing battles in these cities. So, Zombieman, Watchdog Man, Drive Knight, and Pig God, you will continue to eliminate as many monsters in cities as possible. Focus on solely efficiency. You will be given constant updates through the Hero Association branch operators." The four heroes gave firm nods to their superior.

"The rest of you: Tornado, Silver Fang, Atomic Samurai, Child Emperor, Metal Knight, King, Superalloy Darkshine, Flashy Flash, Metal Bat, Puri-Puri-Prisoner, Sweet Mask, and Bomb. You will all be the front force in the fight against humanity's greatest threat so far. Is that clear?"

"Yes!" said every hero in unison.

"You will all be given radio earpieces to tell you exactly where the mysterious beings are located." Outside the conference room, workers had small earpieces laced around their fingers. "Get a move on! Every second wasted could mean the deaths of innocent civilians!"

The heroes all ran through the door and took the earpieces from the workers before the workers even had a chance to wish them good luck.

However, while all the S-class heroes went running down the right corridor, Metal Knight and Child Emperor went walking through the left corridor back down to Bofoi's laboratory.

Sitch realized this as they walked out the door and went sprinting in their direction.

"Metal Knight! Child Emperor! Where are you going?!" shouted Sitch through the hallway.

The two scientists turned around to Sitch. "We need to help my brother with something important!"

"What could be more important than humanity?"

The two scientists' faces remained stoic. "Dr. Kuseno and I are working on a weapon. Something that even a God level threat would have to acknowledge as powerful. And my brother needs our help and Demon Cyborg's help to put the finishing touches. Once it's finished, I guarantee you it will put an end to the Devil of Frost."

A machine capable of beating a God level threat? It sounded too good to be true. If that was the case, there was no way in hell Sitch would interrupt them. "Ok. But please remember-"

"I know! Fate of humanity! I understand the concept!" said Bofoi, interrupting his boss.

Sitch gave a final salute to the S-class heroes. "Good luck!"

Bofoi smirked. "I don't need luck. I've got logic." And like that, the genius heroes sprinted off to finish the greatest weapon in human history.

Frieza's spaceship had already descended into the troposphere. Zarbon, Dodoria, Cui, Appule, and Vegeta were all waiting at the exit of the ship, some desperate to get in on some head hunting, others preferring to have a cold one to numb the pain of their defeat at a certain bald bastard's plans.

"So do you think that there're any fighters who're waiting down there for us?" said Dodoria.

"I think there's your answer," replied Vegeta, pointing downward.

All five fighters craned their heads downward to see just exactly who had planned a surprise party for their arrival. But what they saw was quite possibly the most bizarre group of fighters any of them had ever seen. Each of them was shaded with different colors, different faces, and different sizes. It was like a collection of random monsters and ghouls were concocted inside a psychopath's imagination, than sprouted out to life. If their eyesight was working correctly, one of them was literally a floating glob of flowing water with eyes, and another was a giant, yellow, most probably anthropomorphic cat standing on its two hind legs.

"Lord Frieza! We're about to land! You would not believe the kind of freaky monsters that are down there waiting for us!" shouted Dodoria.

"Calm yourself Dodoria! Although I find your boasts quite precarious, as you are quite possibly one of the most comical looking aliens I have come across in my years as Space Emperor."

Dodoria's four cohorts snickered at Dodoria, but Dodoria simply shoved them and kept his mouth shut.

"Lord Frieza, we're preparing the landing procedure!" said one of the foot soldiers from the control center.

"Good. It can finally begin…"

Bursts of wind came crashing down from the ship. The dragon-level monsters were taken aback by the ship's large size and sleek, circular design. A dozen small legs popped out of the ship's bottom hull, and the ship's speed further decelerated. The ship then finally touched down onto the ground with a gentle drop.

"So do you think we should bust in there and kick their asses?" said Black Sperm.

"No," replied Orochi. "Let's be patient."

The ship's top hatch slowly opened up, and out came five warriors. The two warriors at both ends had purple skin, but one had a long head and orange dots, and the other had two holes for ears, and both of them were radiating confidence. To the monsters, those two didn't seem like much. The warrior to the 2nd right had jet-black hair and a tail that was laced around his waist, but unlike the others, the monsters could tell he wasn't particularly enjoying himself. The 2nd warrior to the left was pink and fat, with small spikes protruding out of his entire body, like a giant plump pink ball. But the one that surprised them the most was the middle warrior. The middle warrior had very handsome features, with flowing green hair tied around at its end, and a smile that said he took pride in his looks. Fuhrer Ugly clenched his fists and snarled at the alien's handsome appearance. It was the one thing he hated more than anything: good lookers. And when the alien got a good look at him, he appeared just as disgusted by Fuhrer Ugly's appearance. Looks like those two weren't going to be BFF's. Then, following them out of the spaceship, dozens upon dozens of soldiers streamed out of the hatch. Orochi assumed that they were all mere grunts who worked for the big boss.

But then, a final fighter came out of the hatch, floating in the air with a hover chair. As soon as this final fighter came floating out of the chair, the group of warriors looked at each other with confused faces. Well, everyone except Homeless Emperor and Psykos. It was as if they were all wondering when the final boss would show his face, because there's no way that such a small creature like that could be the devil of frost they had come to fear. He couldn't have stood more than five feet tall. He had very large black spikes sticking out of his head. His armor was purple, with yellow shoulder pads extending from his shoulders and waist. He had pink legs and a pink tail, with white hands that appeared like gloves. But what was most odd was the pair of red lips he had. This, combined with all the other features, made it hard to even tell whether "he" was even a "he".

Once everyone realized this was the dreaded space emperor they had amassed the Monster Association's strongest warriors for, they all started laughing. Gouketsu, Nyan, Gums, Black Sperm, Fuhrer Ugly, even Evil Natural Water, who was rumored to be triggered by the emotions of the people around it, started howling. Well, with Evil Natural Water, it was more like chortling. Even Orochi let out a few chuckles. But Homeless Emperor and Psykos were not as willing to let themselves be fooled by his appearance. Under that frail body had to lay some sort of awesome power he wielded like a weapon, and neither one of them wanted to particularly find out firsthand what it was.

Frieza let out a hum of curiosity. "And what contracted you to start snickering like children?"

Their laughs somewhat died down when they heard his voice. Well, that certainly proved he was a "he". His voice sounded patronizing and rancorous, like the cold-hearted lizard he appeared to be. It was like piercing ice, cutting through their black hearts.

Black Sperm was the first to answer Frieza's question. "It's just that we were expecting a bit more. I mean, from what Psykos and Orochi told me, you were supposed to be this fucking demon of ice who controlled the entire galaxy! But you look like you couldn't even reach to a tiger-level threat!"

Frieza's fake smile faded, replaced by an angry sneer. Frieza didn't understand what he meant by "tiger-level threat", but he assumed it was something very unimpressive. "Oh, is that so? Zarbon, remind me to serve that one's platter on a head first."

"Of course."

Dodoria's rage boiled at the monster's insolence. "These posers aren't getting away with insulting Lord Frieza!" Dodoria turned to his two cohorts. "Cui, Appule, you wanna join me in wiping the smug look off their faces?"

"Sure!"

"Why not!" Letting out eager chuckles, the two purple aliens stretched their muscles, pulling their arms and twisting their feet just to trigger a response from the monsters.

"What about you, Zarbon? Wanna do a little tag team?"

Zarbon, unlike his much more vulgar and hardheaded friend, showed hesitance in engaging a full out frontal assault without knowing his enemies. To him, the warriors didn't seem like third-rate fighters. Unbeknownst to him, Vegeta was just as unsure in a reckless attack. On one hand, while his defeat by the bald bastard's hand factored into some of his hesitance, Vegeta could feel a very faint, but nonetheless dark presence emanating from all of them.

"Dodoria, I think you might be underestimating-"

"Sorry! Can't hear you! Too busy defending Lord Frieza's honor!" And like that, Dodoria and the other two lackeys charged the group of monsters.

"I'm going for the Black jizzrag!" shouted Dodoria.

"I call the hideous freak!" yelled Cui.

"Which one's the hideous one?!" yelled Appule back to Cui.

"HAHA! NICE ONE APPU-" Cui was cut mid sentence by a right hook square in his stomach from Fuhrer Ugly. The Frieza soldier had no time to react; for Cui, the movement was instantaneous. It was like the breath was completely taken out of him, rendering him immobile. Appule, being the lower-level, less experienced Frieza soldier he was, made a foolish mistake by turning his attention away from the battle. Seeing this elementary mistake on Appule's part, Nyan, the yellow-furred cat, attacked with a lethal barrage of slashes, using his banana size claws as his primary weapons of choice. Like his appearance might have hinted at, his movements were cat-like. He would jump back and forth on all fours, and then pounce at Appule by loading his jump with his back legs. Within perhaps 10 seconds, Appule and Cui were already down.

Dodoria swung a series of punches at full power, but Black Sperm dodged every single one, his face remaining pompous and arrogant. Dodoria quickly realized that this was an opponent he couldn't defeat, but not before Black Sperm engaged a counter attack. In less than 3 seconds, Black Sperm returned fire with an onslaught of deadly punches and kicks. Dodoria had no way of defending himself against his speed, and his fat layers of skin weren't thick enough to nullify the power of Black Sperm's punches.

The battle was over before it even began. All three of Frieza's soldiers were down on the ground, unconscious and beaten. The three monsters who stood over their decrepit bodies laughed at the pathetically easily victories, throwing them across to the side like sports towels.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" said Nyan. The cat-like monster suddenly had a tongue in the palm of his hand. "Because it's probably me." Did they even dare look to see whose tongue had been ripped out of their mouth? The two henchmen almost vomited when they saw what he did next: he actually ate the dismembered tongue.

Zarbon and Vegeta were visibly stunned and disgusted at the same time. Neither of them had seen their movements whatsoever. It didn't even look like they were using their full power, not even close. If that was really the case, then neither of them stood any better chance against these freaks.

Frieza's eyebrows arched. "My my… It appears that your tiny sperm like body wasn't built only for long weekends. You and your companions do appear to have some fighting skills. But it won't make a difference in the long run."

"Mocking me, are you? Well then, Mr. High and Mighty, why don't you prove that you're not just a tiny little lizard and show me what you're made of?"

"Fine. I'll indulge you, Mr. Higher and Mightier. And given that my other two lackeys right beside me were turning heads and tails trying to follow your movements, I'd say they would be just as big a waste of your time."

"Probably."

Frieza then stood up from his hover chair, gently floating out from his floating throne and down onto the ground to entertain the Black Sperm. Frieza turned his head back up to his foot soldiers. "All of you! Fan out and do a thorough investigation of the lifeforms on this planet! I want to make sure that I'm not missing something important!"

"YES, LORD FRIEZA!" The soldiers immediately flew as fast as they could, while the monsters just stood there and watched the soldiers fly above them. "Shouldn't we stop them?" said Nyan.

"Let them go. They're inconsequential compared to what is going at this moment."

"Of course, Master Orochi," replied Nyan.

"Alright, I'm going first round!" Before anybody had the chance to object, Black Sperm walked in between the space pirates and the monsters, staring straight at Frieza. All of the combatants watched in eager and somewhat nervous anticipation, waiting for the battle between these sadistic, ego-driven monsters to begin. The wind whipped and whirled around the fighters. Both were waiting for the opportune moment to strike, for the other to make a move.

Then, Black Sperm moved his leg to see if Frieza would make the first move, which he did in a second. And like that, both warriors lunged for their opponent with pure intent to kill. The battle had begun.

The emperor and dragon-level monster were fighting on apparently equal footing. Both of them were exchanging powerful punches, but none of them able to do any serious damage to their opponent. As they unleashed their power, the ground below them started to quake. Tiny fissures began forming under them, to which neither of them noticed.

Unfortunately for Black Sperm, Frieza was more clever, more conniving, and had more combat experience thanks to his father's teachings. Frieza let out a feint series of attacks to Black Sperm's head to momentarily distract him. Then, Frieza leaped to his right, bent down, than sliced Black Sperm's body straight down the middle with his hand alone. Zarbon and Vegeta stood dumbfounded, along with the rest of the monsters watching the battle. Frieza let out a short laugh. "Looks like his sperm count's down to zero. Don't let his girlfriend down too hard."

"Oh, on the contrary, you just increased my sperm stock." Black Sperm was standing right behind Frieza. Well, Black Sperm's were now standing right behind Frieza, both with crossed arms and faces that said they were enjoying themselves, and without a single scratch on their bodies.

"Hmm? A very unique ability. I see I'll just have to try harder." Frieza thrust forward, his fingernails primed and ready to slash. The Black Sperm's couldn't react. Somehow, he'd gotten even faster, and he had no reaction time. But it didn't matter. Every time Frieza chopped one in half, 10 more emerged from the chunks of the chopped Black Sperm to take the fallen one's place. Within a minute, there were over ten thousand Black Sperm's surrounding Frieza.

"Who says a man can't do a woman's job?" said Black Sperm.

"This is… rather unfortunate." Frieza took a defensive stance, and the sperm cells pounced. The Black Sperms kept coming and coming, and there was seemingly no end. Even with his superior strength speed, Frieza couldn't keep up with the copy's acceptable speed and rising numbers, and eventually, he was receiving blows on every part of his body. Every single sperm clone had equal power and speed, and no matter how many times he sliced them apart, they wouldn't stop multiplying, making it almost impossible to properly defend himself.

Frieza's face contorted, his neck veins and forehead veins throbbing against his skins. "Damn it Damn it! I'm done for!"

Black Sperm saw this, and felt his soul light up. "Haha… HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!" The Black Sperm's roared with ecstasy; the victors were already decided.

But then, as quickly as his frown came, it vanished. "Just kidding."

"Wait, what?" The Black Sperms looked at each other with somewhat concerned looks, wondering what the hell he meant.

Frieza grinned, flying into the air as he did, a purple aura beginning to shimmer around Frieza's body. The Black Sperms then noticed a red ball of energy forming in the palm of Frieza's hand, becoming brighter and denser every second.

"Do you know what I call this attack?"

"What?" said the Black Sperm army.

"Spermicide." In a blinding flash, the red ball of energy was released, consuming the Black Sperm's and the entire valley around them.

There we go guys! I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Gave you a little taste of what's to come, just to please the people who have been eagerly and patiently waiting for Frieza to arrive. I figure I owe that at the least. To answer the comment of NeoNazo, the part between Sonic and Flashy Flash wasn't webcomic. I just made it up because they have WAY too many similarities and contrasting differences to not be related. Both have names that relate to speed, both are ninjas, both know the wind blade kick, and both are handy with katanas. Coincidence? I think not. Murata himself even said the two are somewhat related.

Oh, and here is a warning: in most of the oncoming chapters, I am going to be mixing a smidge of TFS personality into the storyline and the characters. Just adds to the One Punch vibe. Well then, keep yourselves on the edge of your seats until chapter 14!