Chapter 4: Disgusting Half-breeds

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Recap:

"It seems you have learned some form of manners from these two." Frieza leaned forward, chin resting on the back of his folded hands. "They said that you had no clue who I was."

"I'm sorry, Lord Frieza." I compelled myself to hold an even tone. "I have not heard anything about you, before your arrival here on Namek."

"I see."

"Please, do not take this in any offense. My people live fairly simple lives and we mean no harm." I tried reasoning with this tyrant that my way of thinking was justified.

"Well then," a nefarious glint in his eyes told me exactly what he was planning. "I guess I'll just have to keep you until you understand."

'Aw, crap baskets.'

Clarin's P.O.V.

"What do you mean, keep me here?!" I shrieked out of fear and anger, "I don't want to stay here and you can't make me!"

"You little shit!" Dodoria charged towards me, slamming his fist on the top of my head. I cried out in pain; my headache from earlier returning with vengeance. "You show Lord Frieza respect!"

"Why should I respect someone who has destroyed my home?!" I glared up at the pink musclehead, but I let out a scream after his fist drives itself into my gut. I hunch over in agony; my hands instinctively wrap themselves around my stomach to protect it from another blow.

"I would reconsider my next move if I were you."

"I wouldn't underestimate me if I were you." That response got me a nice kick to the face. I flew across the room and my back hit the wall hard. "He he, that's all you *cough* got?"

"You really wanna die here, don't you?" Dodoria menacingly stalked over to me, and I slowly rose to my feet. I took a battle stance, though it was slightly off because of the immense pain I was in.

"Do your worst." I grinned, an air of pride circling me. "I'm not afraid of someone who looks like a little girls fashion disaster." I have no idea what that meant but I said it and it also felt really badass.

"Why you little-" Dodoria was about to lunge at me and I raised my hands, ready to counterattack when we heard a wicked cackling coming from behinds us. Dodoria turned his head to look behind him; I had to take a few steps to my left to see what was going on. Frieza was sitting in his hovercraft, laughing his ass off. "L-lord Frieza?!"

"Hahaha," He continued to laugh, and it pissed me off for some reason. Maybe because his laughter interrupted our fight or because of the mocking undertone to it. "Oh, Dodoria, you really are a nitwit."

"But Lord Frieza-"

"Shut up." He was no longer laughing, but that damned smirk of his was still holding strong. "Honestly, letting a child best you is embarrassing enough."

"I-I don't understand."

"Really?" He asked, unamused. "Zarbon, explain."

Zarbon stepped forward, shoving past Dodoria to stand next to me. He places his large, yet soft hand on my head before speaking. "It's rather simple, Dodoria. Though you yourself are a simpleton, so it does not surprise me."

"Shut your frilly ass up!"

"Exactly the point I was trying to make." His hand moved from the top of my head to the hem of my robe and I was instantly pulled off the ground. I was so shocked and confused that Zarbon easily put me in a choke hold. His arm firmly against my neck and he held me close to his body. I couldn't move a muscle and it hurt to try. "You let your anger cloud your judgment. This girl was coaxing you into charging at her, where she would have used your speed and momentum against you. She seems to be a very experienced fighter if her power levels have anything to say about it."

Third Person's P.O.V.

Dodoria realized that he was the only one, besides the girl, not wearing his scouter. He had no idea what her power level was, but just assumed she was weak. Especially with how easy it was to capture her.

"It can't be that much, can it?" Dodoria asked, still not grasping the concept of this small child having supremacy over him. "It was so easy for me to take her down before."

"I believe it was fear that weakened her; though she is apparently over her panic and has chosen not to let her actions be seen as cowardice."

"Then what about this!" The pink alien screamed, motioning to the girl slowly turning blue from the lack of oxygen. "You got her in that choke hold without using much effort!"

"How arduous is it to fathom, Dodoria?!" Zarbon sighed at his comrade's incompetence. "You do not understand!"

"No, Zarbon, it's you who doesn't understand! This child is nothing to even breaking a sweat over; a scouter isn't needed to see that!"

"Dodoria, I- Lord Frieza, my apologies." Zarbon redirects his attention to their Lord, who was seemly lost in his own thoughts. Frieza, bored, shifted his gaze onto the green Prince. "Dodoria seems unable to grasp at the straws that lay before him."

"Fine, I'll explain in simple terms; and for Kai's sake will you drop the girl." Zarbon lets the girl go and she collapses onto the floor, unconscious. "Dorodia, she is stronger than anything on this planet and I plan to keep her. There are so many things about this child that both fascinate and disgust me."

"Like what sir?" Dodoria asks, finally starting to understand. "What makes her so strong?"

"Given that she is a loathing half-breed, intrigues me."

"Half-breed? Meaning that she's only part Namekian." He was on to something, he could feel it in his gut. "So what's the other half?"

"Well, Dodoria, what other species in my armada has: an animalistic blood lust like no other, monstrous appetites, the unnecessary need to fight everything that lives and breaths and have furry tails that give them immeasurable power once they gaze upon the moon." Frieza dropped out of his hovercraft, walking over to the unconscious child. "I'll give you a hint. I had three; two are dead and the other is flying somewhere on this planet trying to collect the Dragon Balls."

"You don't mean...?"

"Looks like it's finally starting to sink in, the importance of this girl to my empire." He shifts the cloth at the back of her robe, white fingers wrap themselves around the belt. Though this belt twitched and moved around slightly. He pulled the "belt", it unravels around her waist as she is hoisted into the air and reveals that it isn't a belt at all. Dodoria lets out an astonished heave at the limp appendage. "Do you now realize, Dodoria?"

"She's one of them." Dodoria seethed in rage.

"She's part of them, yes." Frieza eyes peered down at the helpless girl, his hand firmly grasping onto the tail. "Those filthy monkeys."

A.N: I am not exactly proud of this chapter. I like what I was able to accomplish. I like the beginning, but as the chapter neared the end it seemed mostly dialogue. (I'll try harder next chapter.)

(Or maybe I'm being too hard on myself? Why don't you tell me in the comments and I can see what I can improve?)

P.S: Wrote this in 15 mins. The idea for this conversation between Frieza, Zarbon and Dodoria came to me midway through writing the chapter.