Yo! Son Goku and friends! Saiyan Saga (Chapter 4)
Turles
"Think smarter not harder, dumbass." Turles thought aloud as knocked onto his head with his knuckles. "Think, think, think."
"Bardock is the only one I can tell about this discovery, I trust no one else." Turles stated, his eyes bugged out from the feverish thoughts and adrenaline.
"I can't take on Lord Frieza, that won't be for a while, I'm going to have to play the long game. The scouters register powers in the 200,000s since it can scan Ginyu but Frieza's doesn't even show up on the map, scouters wig out and break like against the tree. Taking on Lord Frieza right now would be suicide and then I would have wasted the Saiyans' only chance at redemption, what a fool I would be for that."
Turles looked around the ship and contemplated for a moment.
"I can explain away one incident no problem, I was the strongest so it makes sense that I was the only survivor anyway. ...But if I have another incident like this the estate could look at me sideways for insubordination or treason."
He banged his fist nervously on the controls as he thought.
"Tch, tch tch… I guess I can request for time off and look for smaller planets not on the radar maybe? Phuuuuu… This is going to be a lot of work and I can't just take the easy way out."
"..."
"What if I convince the Ginyu Force? There's no way in hell the Saiyans really are the only ones getting a raw deal. If I can convince Ginyu, maybe there's a fighting chance there. Problem is that I might have to kowtow and placate his bunch. That idea sickens me but the options are slim since that fucker Frieza has eyes everywhere."
"I cannot tell anyone until I have confirmed the Tree of Might's power on another planet, then I'll make a move." Turles claimed, eyes filled with determination.
He then reached over and snapped his right shoulder pauldron in two and smashed his scouter for effect. He clawed some of the skin off his left arm for effect and smeared some blood onto his armour. Exiting the pilot seat and grabbing Banan, he spilled some of the blood from him onto himself as well to complete the look. Turles then fetched Berry and threw the two bodies out into space from the giant exit wound he created not so long ago, laughing all the while.
"Trash like you can't hang, I at least have to make it convincing since you three couldn't." Turles asserted adamantly with a smile on his face, waving to the limp bodies as he flew away. "Huh-hah-heh."
Krillin
"That's great Bulma, I'm really glad you decided to wake me up after the fighting was over."
"Krillin, Goku told me to keep a watch over you. He said you were way too hurt!"
"AND YOU LISTENED TO THAT DUMBASS!? I love our boy, but god he's dumb and you know that Bulma!"
"Shut the fuck up, let me think!" Bulma blurted out to Krillin as she drove to presumably where Gohan was, spare Dragon Radar in hand. She was flying a small yellow ship of some kind.
Roshi's eyes were wide as he looked to Turtle and a pig wearing overalls, brows raised with a perplexed look.
"I didn't even know what was going on today old man, don't look at me." The pig squealed out, shrugging his shoulders. "Goku's always been the type to jump before he looked for what to land on. It's his best quality."
"I'm just worried Oolong, he's my student."
"Yeah…" Oolong let out a sigh.
"Goku, if you're still alive I'M gonna kill ya." Krillin proclaimed loudly as he crossed his arms in disbelief.
"We're close I think!" Bulma stated to the rest of the crew.
Roshi and Oolong stood up at the call out and looked out the windshield for their friend. They pulled into the farmland moments later and soared over Glenn.
"Goodness me!" Glenn shouted. "What a day this has been!"
"Is that a crash landing?" Bulma questioned with mysticism as she looked at Raditz' Saiyan pod.
"What is that thing?" Krillin also questioned in tandem as he jumped out of the ship.
He landed in a front roll on the ground and surveyed the land. It didn't take him long before he noticed the pair of the mystery man and his best friend lying dead on the ground, blood was everywhere.
"No… Goku…" He shook his head, and his brows curled in a sorrowful expression.
Krillin kneeled down next to Goku's body and attempted to turn his head, but he couldn't look away. It didn't take even a moment before Bulma cried out her friend's name. She fell to her knees and let out larger than life sobs as Oolong, Turtle, Roshi, and Krillin tried their best not to do the same. Oolong put a hand on Bulma and Krillin stood up.
"I know this is a tough question to ask right now, but where's Gohan?" Krillin put forth to the group as he palmed Gohan's hat. "The 4 star ball's right here, so... Goku's son is missing."
Roshi's brow furrowed for a moment.
"Is that who I think it is?"
"What?" Krillin fired back at his old master immediately.
"If I didn't know any better I'd think that's Tien!"
"No way!" Krillin responded in a hurry, dashing over to the limp body of his other friend.
"Come on buddy, talk to me." Krillin said as he cradled Tien in his arms.
Tien came to as he felt a foreign touch on his aching body.
"Agh… Krillin?... You gonna buy me dinner first before you give me the reacharound?"
"Maaaaaan, to think I was worried about your sorry ass."
"Hah-hah-ha- Oww!"
"Hold that one." Krillin, lashed back at his friend with a smirk, hoisting him up in his arms.
"Hah-ha you bitch."
Krillin carried Tien back to the ship and laid him down. Bulma fished out a handkerchief from her pocket while wiping back tears. Krillin gracefully accepted the handoff and dabbed at the blood on his body, noticing that Tien was not nearly as outwardly injured.
"What happened out there man? We don't know where Gohan is, and Goku's no longer with us."
"What..? I thought I got that guy with the Tri-Beam, you're telling me he lived it?" Tien responded with curiosity.
"No, Gohan's kidnapper is also dead but it looks like something got him and Goku at the same time. They both have a hole in their chest." Krillin, trying to piece together what happened.
Krillin furrowed his brow and grit his teeth, not liking his assumption. He breathed out a heavy sigh and maintained strict eye contact with his battered friend.
"Was Piccolo here?"
"Oh shoot, he was…"
"DAMN!" Krillin angrily slapped the floor of the ship, causing a metal twang to ring out.
TWONGG!
"He's the only culprit and he's got the motive, but how did he get so lucky as to nail Goku and the other guy? It's not like they were just gonna stand still for em'." Krillin let out with frustration.
"Aghh, Krillin I'm sorry, this is my fault. I used the Tri-Beam as a last ditch effort because things weren't looking good. I couldn't help save Goku or his son since I blacked out."
"Tien it's not your fault, you did your best." Bulma said with reassurance, popping a blanket out of a capsule to situate her friend with.
"I don't know Bulma…" He contemplated, his eyes staring out into the quiet farmlands. "If I just could have…"
"Well we're past that." Bulma interrupted. "You did your best and now we have to find Gohan. No more complaining."
Tien's confidence grew a deal, and he started to relax a bit.
"You know, you're not as annoying as you used to be."
"Oh I'm NOT huh!?" Bulma questioned back loudly at Tien as she sat down in the driver's seat.
"Krillin don't leave me in here with her." He pleaded, tugging at the sleeve of Krillin's navy blue blazer.
"Sorry bud, I have to grab Goku. We have to take care of his body and… gulp. Tell Chi-Chi." Krillin shuddered at the thought. "Besides you got Roshi."
"Hey, The Crane still lives huh?" Roshi prodded Tien with his staff.
"Yeah…" Tien responded with a halfhearted smile.
"You've gotten mighty strong, I can tell."
"Thanks Roshi."
Krillin walked toward the pod and was taken aback almost immediately. Goku's body was simply not there anymore, blood still laying there on the ground.
"Wha-?" Krillin questioned. "GUYS! Goku's body isn't here!"
Roshi's forehead creased into many lines before straightening out.
"Krillin!"
"What is it, Master, this is a pretty big deal!"
"MY sister Baba told me that if you have been a true and honest person, you get to keep your body as you pass into the afterlife!"
"WHAT!?" Everyone questioned in unison.
Goku
The sky was pink and had an ethereal air about it. Goku was unsure what the sensation was until he realised he had a hard time feeling anything at all, he clenched and unclenched his fists with intrigue. The turtle student's sense of touch seemed to be inhibited by something. He looked around and patted his body somewhat whimsically before walking forward. He was standing behind some white clouds in a line. They filed in and spoke about their problems or what had caused them to die. Goku raised a brow.
"Nimbus?" He questioned loudly. No one responded.
Goku shrugged his shoulders and listened in to the strange white apparitions that resembled his own cloud best friend.
"Yeah, my ex-wife just went and chopped off my balls."
Goku was so lost.
"Yeah my asthma was actin' up and I couldn't get any air, I kinda wanted to die anyway so its whateva."
"Wrong turn was right."
"Those asian women really don't mess around, I'm not even surprised I died. At least I got what I paid for I guess."
"I shouldn't have fucked with that dude's dog. Bruh moment."
"I can't believe I died from falling down the stairs."
"Man, Turles really just did us like that huh Banan?"
"Berry, my nuts hurt just thinkin' about it."
"Damn, this isn't the isekai I was hoping for."
The line crawled up slowly and there were many well-dressed blue skinned people with horns blowing on whistles and directing the clouds.
"Excuse me!" Goku spoke up. "Where am I?"
"You're in Other World sir! You're dead!" The man responded cheerily. "You should be happy sir, almost no one gets to keep their body."
"Oh!" Goku responded with his lips kind of outstretched like a duck. "Imagine that." He said with his brows raised. "Well, what is that other line for?" Goku asked while pointing to the line across from his.
"That is for the ne'er do wells who go to the soul cleansing machine. It's for the real evil people we won't even let go to hell. Yemma decides whether or not he sends them to the soul cleansing machine once they get to the palace."
The man waved his arm in front of the large manor far away in the distance.
"That's King Yemma's palace!"
"Heh-heh-hee. I only understood about half of that." He said, scratching his head.
"No problem sir, you've got your body so King Yemma will definitely fill you in on any questions you ask."
"Thank you!" Goku yelled back to the man.
The recently deceased father waited patiently in the long line for a while. His boredom eventually getting the better of him. He started throwing around ki blasts.
"Wachaw! Whah! He-Yah!' The beams volleyed and looped into what Goku hoped were the non-people clouds on either side of the walkways.
The guards were perplexed but they thought not to disturb or get in the way of the strange man with a body.
"Umm… Excuse me! How long am I gonna have to wait in this line!?" Goku asked loudly to one of the staff.
"Probably only like 30 of your…" He looked down and checked a clip board with magically shifting words. "Earth minutes sir."
"Really? UGH! But I'm soooooo bored!" Goku let out childishly. "Wait did you say Earth minutes?"
The time could not go by any slower for the young man as he shadow boxed down the snake-like runway. The other clouds just kind of questioning why that man had a body since they didn't have one. Goku finally made it to King Yamma's palace and strolled in with confidence.
The manor was just a huge lobby with 4 entrances. One to the right, the one Goku filed in from, one to the left and one past the large desk in the middle. There was a massive red ogre in a purple suit and yamaka. His beard was majestic and black. The large desk had mountains of paper on it as he stamped the souls through.
"Above, below, below, cleanser, below, below, below, above, below. Ohhh. What have we here? Son Goku? And you're related to Raditz? I'll be damned."
"Did you send him to the cleanser?" Goku questioned loudly.
"Yep, he killed many working out in space. I'd prefer that man's soul be stirred into energy."
"Can you just not send him there?"
"I guess, but the only other place he can go to is hell. Why?"
"Well the soul cleanser is bad right?"
"Not necessarily, it means their soul will cease to exist in the traditional sense."
"That's no good."
"I read his documents and it said that he died directly due to your actions, why do you not want him in the soul cleanser?"
"He saved my son, so I think I owe my brother that."
Yemma put on these oversized glasses on his already large face and rummaged through the paperwork for a while. The other souls behind Goku got restless as he held up the line.
"You kiddin' me? Who's this clown with a body? You think we ain't got no place better to be!?"
"Yeah!"
"Sorry!" Goku let out apologetically, bowing to the frustrated cloud-people.
"Huh." Yemma's grunt was very loud, and it rumbled the room ever so slightly. "He did save your son from a possible death. Hmph, I wonder why he did that. Fine! I'll let Raditz go to hell instead, but just know that I'm doing this as a favour. I wouldn't do this if you hadn't tried very hard to save the lives of others."
"Thank you very much King Yemma." Goku bowed to the large red ogre. "I appreciate your generosity. I just got one more thing."
"Oh brother, this guy stinks!"
"Above." He stamped another enormous sleeve of paper. "Ignore them Goku." Yemma assured the man with a body. "I'll assume it has something to do with your martial arts history? Below." He said, tilting his glasses down and side eyeing Goku.
"Huh-Hah! How'd ya' know!?" Goku laughed loudly.
"Past the door on my left is Snake Way, at the other end of it is a martial arts genius. I suggest you pay him a visit."
"GREAT!" Goku yelled out in elation. "Thanks again King Yemma, you're awesome!" He giggled and guffawed with glee as he ran through the door frame to Snake Way.
"RADITZ!" Yemma's voice boomed throughout the entirety of Other World, causing Goku to plug his eardrums.
"Ouch!"
A white cloud formed in front of Yemma with an attitude.
"Red Man, we already went through this! I'm going to the cleanser, am I not!? Hurry this shit up!"
"Raditz, at request of your brother, birth name: Kakarot, real name: Son Goku. I hereby rescind my vote for the soul cleanser and replace it with hell. You get to live the rest of your days in the pool of blood instead of nothingness."
"That sounds worse debatably, I just assumed there wasn't an afterlife anyway."
"Well, if your soul got cleansed you would not be able to be revived with any planet's Dragon Balls." The King looked at a paper to the right of him, flashes of what looked like an alternate reality sketched into being before fading away soon enough.
"What?"
"Below."
In a whirlwind, Raditz' soul was sent down to the path for Hell. His white cloudy demeanor not changing much. He really could not do much but comply, him and the other souls bound for hell not going quietly, complaining up a storm. The sky turned from pink to red as the snake-like bridged dipped past the orange clouds and into the unknown. Goku's smile was as wide as can be as he ran along the snake pathway, skipping and shadow boxing as he ran.
A glass ball twirled with mystical energies as it maintained focus on the cheery Saiyan. Old wrinkly hands caressed the item carefully. The hands belonged to a short old lady with a witch hat and black robes. She called out to someone:
"King Kai, you're going to have a visitor soon." The old witch spoke through the ball.
"Am I? Well, they'd better be funny. I've had it with these lames, Baba." King Kai sassed back.
Vegeta
The galaxy had all sorts of large stars, planets, moons, asteroids, as well as rings and Vegeta rode by all of it with his guard, Nappa. The Saiyan pods beamed across the indigo openness in a red blaze. Vegeta laid back relaxed with his hands placed regally behind his head. He stared out blankly through the red glass of the pod contemplatively.
"Prince! Landing on Cold Estate No.1 in 5! 4! 3! 2! Brace for impact, 1!"
KOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM! SKFFFFFFFFF! Shhhhhhhhhhhh.
The pods landed on these catching nodes that compressed inwards on impact, spreading the kinetic energy evenly and causing no damage to occur in the environment. There were hundreds of soldiers wearing the Cold Estate uniform running around the compound as the pair exited their pods. Vegeta cracked his neck and checked his scouter. It brought up the message Lord Frieza sent back to him.
"Tch. It's about time something went my way. Nappa! On me! Lord Frieza's gonna speak to us directly. I'm not gonna have to do the run around for our leave."
"Well let's just hope he says yes."
"I'm the god damn Prince of all the Saiyans Nappa, bitches take no for an answer, princes like me don't." He stated, oozing confidence.
"Of course, Prince Vegeta."
The pair walked past the landing bay and the various ships, pods, and flight directors towards a large white building with basically only glass walls facing the outside. About every floor had glass walls facing outwards, only the ceilings, inner rooms, and roofing didn't have this design decision.
Vegeta walked into the building and a receptionist bowed to him as he and his guard entered.
"We're here to see Lord Frieza." Vegeta let out pompously.
"I've received the message, Lord Frieza is awaiting you now in the Command Centre."
"Hmph." Vegeta scoffed, and walked past. His brown tail gyrating and weaving as stomped throughout the hallway.
Vegeta and Nappa eventually filed into an elevator at the end of the room. There was a calm before the storm type air about them as they stared out the glass. Vegeta sharpened his brow as he watched the many passersby ran along the blue grass of the outside.
Chi-Chi
The sun was setting as a young woman paced and paced around a homely kitchen with a wooden floor. There was tea boiling and steaming in a kettle, it screeched out to be checked on. The woman let out a sigh and emptied the contents onto nicely laid out china tea cups with little plates underneath.
"Ohhhh~" The woman cried in frustration. "Why can't you ever come home on time, Goku?"
The woman paced some more, grabbing her lips with her right hand in a pinching maneuver. She laid about in a nervous wreck for a while until there was a loud knock at the door, startling her.
Knock-knok!
"Coming!"
She opened the door with gusto only to find a small man in a nice navy blue suit. He straightened his tie and breathed out harshly.
"Krillin?"
"Hi, Chi-Chi." Krillin coughed into his fist with some defeatism, worrying the young mother.
"Why are you here? I thought they were going to hang out with you guys at Roshi's."
"A lot happened Chi-Chi so I'm just going to give it to you straight."
Chi-Chi's eyes watered preemptively. Her face was a mix between sorrow and anger and Krillin hadn't even told her anything.
"Goku passed away earlier this evening, he's no longer with us."
"You've got t- be- ki-, fu-, gah-, I can-."
"He was trying his best to defend Gohan."
"Gohan… too..?" She whimpered out inquisitively.
"No, we don't know where Gohan is. We think Piccolo might have taken him, it's our only lead."
"Ahh-HAaaaaaaaaaaaghhhh." Chi-Chi let out in a long sob, collapsing onto the floor.
"Chi-Chi…" Krillin empathised with the woman, shaking his head. "I'm sorry…"
"What do you mean sorry!? He's your friend! Why didn't you help him!?"
Krillin was at a loss, the words pierced right into his brain, mounting a fearsome impact he had never quite felt before.
"Why didn't I help him..?" He reiterated in front of her. He shook his head low again.
"Piccolo, I hate him… Why didn't Goku just stop fighting!? He was so hurt that day…"
Krillin stared down at Chi-Chi with solemnity in his eyes, she peered back.
"It's in his blood."
"AND FOR WHAT!? He got killed like I always thought he would, it's too dangerous!" Chi-Chi screamed back.
"So you just want Goku to give up and not protect his family? A lot happened Chi-Chi, but I was there when that alien kidnapped Gohan, Goku had to pursue him to save your son!"
"You were there!? Why didn't you die instead!?"
Krillin steeled his face and looked down with a bit of anger at the emotional woman below him.
"Heh… Because Goku cares what happens to his friends, Chi-Chi. That alien knocked me out and your man told the others to let me rest. I'm going to save Gohan even if you won't. Don't even bother trying to earn my respect back after that. I just lost all of it coming here."
Krillin turned around and shook his head in frustration instead of sorrow. Chi-Chi's emotions were a melting pot and she could barely hang onto her anger for any longer, pleading for Krillin not to leave.
"Sorry Chi-Chi. I've gotta go look for Gohan, that's what good friends do."
Krillin blasted away, ki blitzing and kicking up the dust and grass around the door, forcing the flustered woman back onto the ground.
"KRILLIN!" She cried ferociously.
"I'm sorry Chi-Chi…" Krillin had a moment of regret, he said some things he didn't mean in the moment as well.
Cui
An empty hanger lulled lowly with the engines of equipment and fans, not of footsteps or speech. A single man in the Cold Estate uniform with white gloves, matching white boots and black leggings looked over a computer terminal. It had sonar functionality, finally registering some activity. It beeped a green blip on its rotation. He twiddled with his purple whiskers for a moment and then pressed the button on his green scouter.
"That you Turles?" The man asked while the beaten up ship pulled into the warehouse.
"Yeup. My scouter got busted, small wonder the comms still work." He responded as he pressed the buttons on the ship, suspending the landing gear into a satisfying:
Klunk! Shhhhhhhhhhhh…
Turles waltzed out of the ship a moment later, rotating his shoulders and cracking his neck.
"Holy shit, the girl's all banged up. What happened here, Monkey Boy?"
"Whole team got gassed, Acrose was no joke. Wouldn't be surprised if it caved in on itself. I barely got out of there alive."
"No kidding." The purple man responded.
"Unable… to sell of course, the planet practically burst at the seams." Turles fumbled ever so slightly.
"Hmph." He let out in a grunt. The purple guy then touched his scouter again. "Yo, I'm gonna need a new scouter, and some team to shove Turles onto until further notice."
There was a pause until Turles walked into the room with the other man.
"Right away Cui, does he still have his scouter?" The respondent responded.
Cui raised a cocky brow to Turles and flashed the numbers overlaying the glass. Turles synced his scouter and replied:
"Yep, the glass is fucked tho. If it's not in red I don't want it."
"You'll take what we have in inventory Turles, I'm not gonna hear any lip."
"Well I'm gonna have a lot of lip if my whole squad gets killed and I don't at least receive this pittance."
"Sheesh." The man on the line replied. "Don't sound too happy now."
"It is what it is."
Cui laughed a tad at Turles' response.
"You've got nothing better to do so take over the hanger. I need to talk to Lord Frieza about my new position."
Turles scoffed at the command.
"I mean am I wrong?"
Turles sighed deeply, letting his neck hang lowly in a bored motion.
"No Cui, I guess I can do your job for you." He finally got around to saying with bitter attitude.
"Good, you've gotten stronger since I've seen you last but you've got a long way to go. 9,000's pretty good but you Saiyans can't seem to break the king's 18. I wish you luck Monkey Boy. Pretty big shame that some lowly creature like me outclasses even Saiyan royalty." Cui left the room with a lot of bite and spite in the air, an infectious smile creeping across his lips.
Turles shifted his head again and just stood there with his arms crossed, waiting for his scouter to be delivered.
Cui walked out into the courtyard, passing by many Cold Estate guards. They saluted Cui as he passed.
Cui was what one hoped to be in the royal army: An energy bomber. He wasn't technically one yet but he had passed all of the tests required and had approval from Lord Frieza, he just needed Emperor Cold's finalisation.
Cui's whiskers wavered ever so slightly as he walked into the main building and greeted the receptionist with a nod. Cui b-lined it down the hallway for the elevator and rode it up to the top floor, tapping his foot in anticipation. At that same time two Saiyan pods landed in the catching apparatuses during the opening of the elevator doors. Cui walked down the hallway with some vigour until he came across a gang of 5 vastly different men. He saluted to them the same way most of those he walked past did for him.
"Ginyu." Cui stated with respect and a nod.
"Tch. Don't give me that lame shit Cui, strike a pose with some style." The leading man lashed back with a smile, his skin also purple.
These 5 men were all individually the strongest men in the Cold Estate's employment. Their combined battle power in the year 761 was 721,000. They all had the standard Cold Estate black but with an insignia on their left chest plate, signalling that they were the Ginyu Force.
These men had ambition and were very good at faking it in front of their overlords. Unbeknownst to them the Tree of Might was going to turn their squadron of 5 units into the strongest army their universe would ever see. Guldo: A brilliant strategist, telepath, and user of telekinetic energies. Recoome: The physically strongest and best user of Ki Sourcing. Jeice: All around fighter with good ki manipulation. Burter: The fastest in the universe, already at God of Destruction speed with only 90,000 battle power.
"I call bullshit Whis."
"It's true, you're just mad that you had to ball up to get where you are."
"Eat my ass, that fucker couldn't hang with a god."
"You're right, but he is as fast as you."
"I'll believe it when I see it."
"Ah-hem."
And their leader, Ginyu: One of the most advanced ki manipulators in the galaxy, capable of swapping the souls and bodies of his target.
"I would never disrespect the force with my shitty technique." Cui sassed back at Ginyu.
"Roight, as if we gayve a fahk. Get in they an' bust a move, Whiskers." Jeice practically commanded at Cui.
Cui rolled his eyes as Burter, Jeice, and Recoome laughed. Recoome placed his massive hulking hand on Cui's shoulders and reassured him
"You go at your own pace." Recoome said with a soothing smile.
Guldo nodded to Cui as he passed. As the group passed Cui, Ginyu turned around and shouted down the hall at him, cusping his mouth with his hands.
"If you don't keep it 100, then how do we calculate the numbers!? Loosey goosey Cui, your shoulders are too tense! If you're gonna get ass-fucked at least make it easy on yourself!"
"You got the whole squad laughin', Cap!" Burter blurted out as the group lost it, giggling and hollering as they entered the elevator.
"Fuckin-" Cui barely got out as he laughed too.
The Ginyu Force were infectious. Seeing them brightened practically anyone's day except for the hard asses. For whatever reason Lord Frieza openly let them talk informally in his presence. It pissed off a lot of people too, how good they were made it even harder to swallow for some. Lord Frieza's commands always seemed to favour the 5 goofballs.
Cui made his way to the Command Centre and knocked on the doorframe. Frieza and Salza looked to him. Salza raised a brow then looked to Frieza. Frieza looked to Salza then looked to Cui.
"Uninvited? Pretty brash statement Cui." Frieza stated coldly.
"No disrespect sir."
"Some taken."
Cui swallowed with some light nervousness. There was a pause until Frieza motioned with his right hand.
"Go on." He prodded, twirling his hand in a rotating pantomime.
"It's been 2 months sir, I was just wondering if I could get an update on where I was at for the position."
Frieza raised a genuinely curious eyebrow.
"For becoming an energy bomber sir."
There was some stillness for a moment until Frieza came to, his right hand tucked delicately under his chin as his eyes widened in remembrance.
"Ohhh yes, I remember now. Father's still contemplating it I suppose. It's the royal army you understand, Cui. Everything has to be run by him as well."
"Permission to speak out of line sir?"
"No."
Cui looked down with some spite before meeting back at the lord's eyeline.
"Sorry I bothered you sir."
"Apology considered."
Cui closed his eyes for a moment and cursed himself for possibly imposing or coming on too strong. Frieza smiled as the purple man turned to leave. Salza absolutely barely contained the laughter he held for the situation, it seeped out into a smirk and a flaring of the nostrils.
"Never gets old, it's like the only fun I get to have doing this job." Frieza stated with some joy in his voice.
Cui attempted to cross the threshold until he ran into Vegeta and Nappa. The pair strided right past him into the command centre. Cui furrowed his brow and chose to lean on the doorframe instead.
"Frieza." Vegeta greeted loudly and proudly.
"Vegeta."
"I need some time off, I've got a few errands to run if that won't be a problem. I've done my due diligence so I think I've earned it."
"How long are we talking little prince?"
"4 months."
"Ooooooh bold. That's a little bit more than what Raditz asked for all those years back. You know something like that could take a long time."
"My patience is wearing thin, Frieza, if you can't grant me it just say so." His sharp eyes told of murder.
"Well the thing is… I do like you Vegeta so you can have it, but father needs to confirm it so I'll send something his way."
Vegeta shook his head at Lord Frieza's words.
"Well you're lord, I see no reason why your word is less powerful than his. You're the one sitting on the throne are you not?"
Cui's brow sharpened fiercely. Vegeta took the words right out of his mouth.
Even though he was far weaker than he, Vegeta always spoke his mind.
"Yes, technically speaking."
"Then I'm taking your yes as his." Vegeta asserted dominantly.
"Now hold your monkey tails, monkey. You take a ship out of here and I'll know." Frieza
responded, taking his hands out of his relaxed pose.
Each step he took towards Vegeta increased the room's tension.
"I might just have to go after you personally." Frieza's cold demeanor affected Vegeta a great deal as the lord encircled the prince.
Frieza maintained strict eye contact as he walked around Vegeta like a predator.
"I wouldn't want to break your little old dad's heart by taking his next of kin forcefully."
"I wouldn't want to break your old man's heart by calling out his blatant lies that you're the one in control of the Cold Estate."
Cui audibly swallowed. The Prince still stared daggers while Frieza's tail rested on Vegeta's left shoulder and the lord took up a thinking pose with his right hand tucked under his chin.
"You're a wiley one, Vegeta, it's why I like you so much. Very well, I'll go speak to father directly."
The room decompressed as everyone excluding the conversationalists assumed Vegeta might bite the dust.
"Magnifique." Salza thought. "The prinz haz balls like no otheur."
"How the hell does Vegeta keep gettin' away with this shit!?" Nappa kept to himself. "I swear I'm gonna get caught in the crossfire one of these days, I just know it."
"Wow, glad I stayed and watched." Cui pondered as he exited the doorframe.
"Nappa, we're leaving." Vegeta stated proudly.
Frieza laughed at The Prince's words. Vegeta turned back one final time before exiting.
The Cold Family was not simply a race of cold blooded murderers, far from it. They just so happened to be inherently very powerful and blessed with potent ki manipulation. Their inborn abilities were almost God of Destruction level.
"Frieza's alright, Emperor Cold kind of perturbs me though. How did he get so strong without formal training Whis? I don't understand it."
"Exactly Beerus, do you think he might have been training in secret while we didn't have eyes on him?"
"Doubtful, we have the ability to have seen him do it and that's basically all you do all day so it stands to reason that we would have seen him do something by now."
"That's what I'm thinking too but it's just hard to know for sure."
"Hmmm, his gold form almost puts him on par with me Whis, should we go fade the Cold Estate right now then?"
"Oh absolutely not Beerus! There is a lot of drama and intrigue to be built with all the pieces on the board right now. I'd be very upset if I didn't get to see what I've been waiting all this time for."
"Fine, I'll just go take a leak."
"Oh goodness me, Beerus had me well and truly sidetracked, where was I? Oh yes."
"Ah-hem."
The Cold Family was not simply a race of cold blooded murderers, far from it. They just so happened to be inherently very powerful and blessed with potent ki manipulation. Their inborn abilities were almost God of Destruction level. They weren't tyrannical in nature like the Saiyans, it's that their potent abilities led them to be tyrants. Their power couldn't be questioned by just anyone so it happened that way. Cooler's nature got the better of him and he left the tyrannical lifestyle behind in pursuit of becoming a more well rounded individual and these same sentiments led Frieza to become softer towards the Ginyu Force and Prince Vegeta. Emperor Cold would never tolerate disrespect unless he thought he could make a game or example out of it.
The mechanical whirring of the air conditioner and other equipment in the facility provided a lurring backdrop to think alongside and that is what Frieza did for a moment as Salza typed away on the pad. Salza asked his lord:
"Should I massej the Emperer?
"No need, I'll go see him myself. He'd prefer it that way."
"Of course."
Frieza looked to the ground, the smile Vegeta had provided him with faded at the thought of his father. He walked out the doorway with Salza at his heels to which he motioned at him to stop. Salza saluted and Frieza disappeared down the hallway. Cui watched the small lord exit to the royal hanger on Cold Estate No.1. Beads of sweat drained out of his forehead as thought to himself:
"Vegeta wouldn't cower at the opportunity Cui, and you're actually like 3 times his strength."
Cui's resolve strengthened and he caught up with the lord, opening the door for him.
Emperor Cold
The room was barren except for a large purple carpet brandishing gold trims that laid nicely upon the many steps up to the throne. The room was a polished black marble except for the ceiling which was a mural of The Cold Family. Many exploits of the family were lavishly detailed. The most recent of which was Cooler's leave. There seemed to be one spot on the mural left unpainted, offering a blemish to the room on the far right end in the back. A man of humongous stature laid about the throne with his hand over his eyes, bored.
The man was Emperor Cold. His native battle power was 700,000. Upon transforming to golden form the Emperor's battle power skyrocketed to 999,900. Only 100 points away from God of Destruction levels. That 100 points did make the difference but it still remains very very impressive. None of the Z fighters would ever reach that level of battle power in the life they would live.
The Emperor's large tail swung with might and cracked like a whip at nothing as he slept. He wore the Cold Estate uniform only with an all glossy black finish like the throne and gold trim. He wore a large purple cape as well that reinforced his titanic appearance.
Emperor Cold is 10 feet even. They live long lifespans, Emperor Cold himself being over 300 years old. They start small but grow gradually. Lord Frieza is 5 feet clean, exactly half of that of his father. Both Frieza and Cooler are still considered adolescents for their heritage.
There was a small dash of gold on the end of the cape that kept continuity with the throne. Emperor Cold looked like Frieza only much larger, two threatening black horns sat on each side of his head. He had white skin like Frieza but had a blue instead of purple shine to his gem-like features. The left horn was incomplete, seeming to be snapped, or filed off.
Frieza and Cui walked into the throneroom with a small amount of hesitancy. Cui had never been more spooked in his life. He had to turn off his scouter before entering or it would have exploded.
"Father." Frieza finally spoke.
Emperor Cold opened his eyes and Cui felt a wave of energy impact him, he couldn't sense energy in the traditional sense but it was impossible to not feel the magnitude of his power. Cui's whiskers trembled before the Emperor even spoke a word.
"You'd bring randoms into the throneroom Frieza? Bold." The Emperor sassed at the lord as he sat up straight, his lengthy tail waving back in line as he shifted.
"Yes father, I was here to see if you'd be willing to let Prince Vegeta have time off for 4 months. I approved so I'm running it by you."
"Hah-hah-heh." He laughed heartily and with a pompous air. "When did he ask?" There was still distinct glee and hilarity that carried over from his laugh during his question.
"Today."
"Make him wait 8 months and then grant it. That'll rub his dirty monkey nose in it, he's the type to get pissed too." The Emperor shook his pointer finger in the air with a shining moviestar smile.
The Emperor tucked his fist in and cleared his throat, that alone sending out a minute shockwave.
Whufff~
"Now I'm going to assume you're not trying to waste my time, correct?"
"Never, father."
"So who's this random?"
"Someone who qualified for energy bomber, father."
Emperor Cold's larger than life smile broke out once again.
"Provide me with some drama and you just might make it."
"My name is Cui, sir, it's an honour to meet you."
"I don't care. Get up here and show me what you got."
"Yes sir." Cui swallowed hard as crept up the steps, each step feeling harder than the last to clear.
"Oh, to be small again. What a journey. Hah-hahahahaha~. That little bitch Saiyan came up here looking hot to trot but the drama was minimal, you better give me some theatre! High Art! Beautiful colours are what matter to me!" The Emperor gestured like an orchestra conductor, flailing his arms in a dramatic display as Cui looked upon him.
Cui stood across from The Emperor in what would be the second to last time. His first meeting with The Emperor would be to prove his worth to the royal army, the second meeting would be to prove his worth to himself. Cui didn't know it yet, but he would fight the Emperor to the death with many allies and the outcome would definitely not be what he expected.