Chapter Three
The newly recruited Saiyan warrior kicked in the cafeteria doors to reveal Recoome body slamming a Frieza Force soldier to the ground with assertion. The poor man's triangular battle helmet bounced off his unconscious head like a rocket ship blasting for take off. Jeice skidded along the smooth ground on his white battle boots coming to a stop in the middle of a ruckus between Pinaple and Guldo, who were trying to fend off multiple soldiers. A purple fish man wearing Frieza armor pointed his arm-mounted energy blaster at the rose-colored Brench-seijin, but Jeice took control of the weaponized arm and collapsed it at the elbow with a karate chop. Showing near effortlessness, Jeice pointed the arm upwards and allowed it to fire blasting the wearer in the face. The Frieza Soldier, now with a blackened face and head, fell limply to the ground as the Ginyu Force Officer entered the brawl with punches and kicks.
Thouser cared none for the Frieza Force, as he had pledged his allegiance to Lord Cooler. When he came of age, he enlisted in King Cold's Royal Army and began proving himself as a capable soldier. Brilliant tactician, charismatic leader, and mercilessness were the qualities that helped him to earn a spot among the elite combatants in the civilized galaxy. It had actually been between Jeice's commanding officer Captain Ginyu and Thouser himself to lead Lord Cooler's personal guard. Thouser showed a taste for blood that even the despicable Ginyu didn't possess. The blue Brenchian beau cleaved a man in half with a purple pulsating saber emanating from his right hand. Thouser grunted a deep cackle as the spewing Frieza soldier fell to his feet.
Pinaple had procured two arm-mounted blasters that were the standard weapon of the Frieza Force for their rank soldiers. It was a device that replicated the weaponized energy that the more powerful warriors had control of. The yellow fish-man in training, Pinaple, fired indiscriminately with both arms blazing while the small toad-ish Guldo used his powerful telekinesis to hold enemies still for Pinaple to fire upon. The two junior members of the Ginyu Force actually worked wonderfully together in tandem. Perhaps there would be a future for both of them as the mercenary team had use of new members. One tall and yellow, the other short and green stood back to back while combating the horde of enlisted soldiers.
Turles was the only man with full armor after having stolen it from a prison guard. The scruffy scarred Saiyan put the protective battle suit to good use as a mustachioed Frieza Lieutenant delivered a roundhouse punch to Turles' midsection, to no effect. Snorting with short-lived laughter, Turles grabbed the man by the jaw and took off into the air. Flying low to the ground with the poor befuddled soldier in hand, the blue-armor wearing Saiyan smashed the man through a stone pillar before engulfing him in a bright orange energy explosion. Still laughing with his hand outstretched, Turles unloaded on a group of soldiers who were instantly vaporized. Blocking a high kick from his peripheral vision, the saiyan grabbed the humanoid soldier's leg with the strength of a hydraulic vice. The man may have been a purple Brenchian, but Turles simply delivered a short punch to the man's spread groin that sent him reeling across the room and in to a gaggle of his cohorts.
Recoome had finished dismantling his section of the riot as he worked to secure access to the corridor that led to the hanger. Zarbon had been thoughtful enough to leave them equipment and a ship to embark on in this secretly sanctioned mission. The sliding door popped open for Recoome, who ushered the motley crew in to the spacious launching bay. The ship that they were left for procurement was actually not a modern model. In fact, it must have easily been 20-years-old. Resembling a larger version of a singular space pod that the Saiyan Army or the Ginyu Force used for personal transportation, the starship was big and round with a singular large viewing port in the front. Nothing to write home about, but Recoome could only hope that it would get off the ground.
"Uh, not exactly a new XJ400A, is it?" asked the large man rhetorically who ran a white gloved hand through his orange hair.
"I think me Mum's Mum is more spry than this thing," commented Jeice, who slapped at the hull with an open hand.
"I can confirm how spry Jeice's Grandmama is," retorted Thouser who walked past his fellow Brench-seijin without even looking for a response as he began entering the ship by its rampway. Jeice began to retort as Pinaple exploded in a ball of purple energy. All the men turned to look at the commotion, only to see a pair of smoking white boots being the only remains of the Ginyu-in-Training. Jeice felt his amber-accented eyes go large as he looked to the door from which the ragtag team originally entered. Turles was the first to speak.
"I guess he isn't making the team then," the off-color joke landed with Thouser who leaned his head back and let loose a sharp laugh. Entering the space hanger were three men of varying heights.
"Vegeta, what does the scouter say?" asked the largest man, a bald Saiyan with a nasty disposition and an incredible physique.
"It says we're looking at a bunch of dead men, Nappa," commented the smallest of the newcomers, a husky and gravely voice for such a small man. It was obviously Prince Vegeta, the arrogant shit of Saiyan royalty. The man with a long mane of tangled hair to the royalty's right lowered his outstretched hand.
"More like Ginyu Farce, am I right?" said the shrill sounding saiyan, fighting to get his quip out through his own laughs.
"Can it Raditz, you got the kill. You can at least show some dignity," snapped Vegeta, who to Thouser's surprise, was more interested in conversing with his cohorts than fighting. He felt a gloved hand touch his shoulder, Thouser turned to see Jeice whose brilliant hair frazzled with rage.
"Go start the ship with Guldo. Recoome and I have an honorary member of the Ginyu Force to avenge," the flat delivery from Jeice managed to surprise Thouser. Rose Boy must have sworn revenge. This mission was starting disastrously, but as Thouser began to reply, he was reminded of Jeice's status as team leader.
"That is a direct order," Jeice concluded his conversation with Thouser before reaching to his side and reeling backwards in a windup pitch. Recoome knew the technique well as his tactical instinct engaged like a switch flipping. Launching towards the three men, Recoome met with the largest man first in the middle of the hanger as Thouser and Guldo made their way in to the ship. Both behemoths locked arms and dug their feet in to the space-ceramic tile, both men searching for an advantage as they struggled and strained. Nappa smiled and headbutted Recoome in the face as they tested their might. Recoome gleamed his toothy grin in return, blood pouring from his large nostrils.
With a primal scream that even caught Vegeta's attention, Jeice let loose a purple orb that crackled with electric power around it. Like an expertly thrown fastball, the attack ripped across the hanger as low as it could fly to the floor. Emanating immense power so intense that the floor beneath the Crusher Ball split open like an earthquake had devastated the area, Vegeta's furrowed eyebrows lifted suddenly as he watched the attack fly towards him. Suddenly, it became obvious this was not a normal pitch: curveball. The long-haired Saiyan thug that had mercilessly killed Pinaple yelped as the attack hit him in the chest and carried him backwards through a set of hanger doors. Raditz could only be heard moaning from inside the corridor as Vegeta turned in disbelief to see if his comrade was still on his feet.
The momentary distraction allowed Jeice to show his immense speed. Leaping forward with his massively developed quadriceps, the Red Magma landed a heinous right hand on the cheek of Vegeta who was caught completely by surprise. A stunning knee lift snapped the Saiyan Prince's head up as Jeice unloaded on him with a fury of left and right haymakers. With gritted teeth and saliva at an almost seething foam, the Red Magma could only see the color red. Like a rampaging bull, Jeice landed a final overhand right across Vegeta's chin before panting with exhaustion. Bruised, bullied, but overall amused by the blind rage that assaulted him, Vegeta used this moment to launch a counter-attack.
A deft spin and a well-placed white glove landed a spinning backfist along Jeice's chiseled jawline that pushed him on to his back foot. The quick little monkey placed a boot on the Brenchian's jacked thigh and propelled himself upwards, delivering a powerful knee to Jeice's chin that caused his eyes to roll backwards. Vegeta smirked and released his smug laugh as the lead officer of the Ginyu Force took a knee, his bell clearly rung.
"Jeice, my orders are to bring you to Frieza for punishment. Mark my words, I will take great pleasure in killing you one day. I hope you beg for your meaningless life," the chuckling monkey barked as Jeice looked upwards from his downed position.
"If you kill me in a dream, you had better wake up and apologize," spat Jeice whose mouth overflowed with crimson runoff. Struggling to stand, he heard Recoome in the distance.
"Stay down!" The large oaf shouted as the Brench-seijin hit the deck, his face smooshed against the hanger floor. It smelled like oil and fuel, but none of it mattered as Jeice felt something fly overhead. Vegeta's heavy, Nappa, had turned in to a speeding projectile as Recoome hurled him. Screaming with his hoarse voice, the large bulk of Nappa collided with Vegeta. The two saiyans disappeared from sight and reappeared somewhere in a large smoking hole in a control room wall. Jeice felt someone pulling him to his feet, the sound of everything around him was muffled. Being lead by the hand, Jeice sleepily looked over at Recoome who was pulling him towards the ship.
The circular spacecraft was emitting propulsion smoke that indicated it would soon be launching. The large muscle of the Ginyu Force was first in the ship as Jeice propped a hand on the entrance hatch to help himself inside. It was then that his head yanked back suddenly and his rose colored body slammed in to the entrance ramp. Cold steel caused a violent reverberation throughout his spine as he looked up at the saiyan that had killed Pinaple, the one with long black hair down to his ass. The dirty monkey had grabbed Jeice's beautiful white locks to pull him back, and he was currently reaching down and strangling the nearly unconscious Jeice while straddling him overhead.
Squirming and coughing, fighting to uncurl the deranged fingers from around his neck Jeice spat blood in Raditz's eyes. Blinded by the disgusting act, even Jeice would admit that the cowardly maneuver was unbecoming of a Ginyu Force member. Raditz recoiled sharply and frantically wiped at his soaked face. It was unbecoming of a Ginyu Force member, but today he was not part of the Ginyu Force. Today Jeice was commanding officer in a ragtag group of hardasses fighting for survival, and thus he did what he had to do: survive. Bringing his leg up swiftly, Jeice kicked the saiyan between the legs and propelled him backwards in to a heap on the hanger floor. Gasping for air with every foot he crawled, Rose Boy felt a powerful hand grab him from under his arm and pull him in to the space craft.
The door to the craft closed and sealed tightly as it launched off in to space. Panting as he recovered from the intense scrap, Jeice looked up at Thouser who held him as the two laid in a pile on the floor. Thouser was the first to smile, and Jeice followed as the two countrymen joined each other in a hardy laugh. Even rivals could share a moment of solidarity as they traveled rapidly through the gleaming stars. Laughing at the experience of being enemies, to cellmates, and now as brothers in arms. Literally.
