Chapter 2: Déjà vu
It was a few weeks later around noon when the terrible news was broadcasted all over the t.v. and radio. The aliens had come back! People flooded the streets in a panic, running over each other trying to run somewhere safe. Little did they know that there was no place safe to run. Pasha had been practicing her karate in her home, but knew her skills would be of little use if there were more then one alien attacking her at once. Little did anyone know, Pasha was able to concentrate trace amounts of energy. When she practiced she could feel the energy flow through her. Once or twice she had been able to actually make small bursts of energy come from her fingers. Pasha hoped the mysterious man who had helped them out before would once again appear and help.
A loud blast echoed through her apartment. Pasha's eyes widened and she rushed to the window. In the street below she saw some men firing at some pedestrians. The people screamed, hollered and ran off in all kinds of directions. A man tried shooting at the two invaders with his gun, but the aliens avoided their bullets. One of the aliens with blue skin and red hair grabbed the gun from the man and then blasted him. He gave a loud laugh, and blasted a nearby building. Pasha's apartment shook from the blast, she knew she needed to get out or she would die in the building. She had to escape somehow. Pasha rushed down the steps and out the back door.
"Where do you think your going?" A voice sneered. Pasha looked to see a green skinned alien that resembled a crocodile standing there. He held up a gun that was attached to his arm. Pasha took a moment to gather her wits. Then without thinking she ran toward the alien and kicked him in the chest. She then landed another kick across his face. While he was stunned she powered up a small energy blast and hit the thing straight in the face. The alien stumbled backwards. He looked at her stunned. "That was pretty good, but not good enough." The alien said. He raised his gun like arm and fired. Pasha cartwheeled out of the way, but she wasn't quite fast enough. The blast hit her across the leg, and she went falling to the ground. The alien approached her and placed the gun right in front of her face. Pasha cradled her injured leg and looked pleadingly up at the alien. "Please, spare me." She said simply. The alien didn't look like he was listening, and Pasha closed her eyes waiting for the blast to hit.
The blast never came. Pasha opened her eyes to she the crocodile-alien talking to a blue skinned man with long green hair. The green haired man looked pissed. "Lord Frieza's orders were to keep all the fighters that had a power level higher then that of most humans." The blue skinned man growled. "She is obviously worthy to keep around."
"Sorry Zarbon sir, I just got caught up in the moment." The alien stuttered.
"No matter. I don't know why Lord Frieza is even bothering with this place." The man named Zarbon whispered. He then turned to Pasha who was still cradling her injured leg. Looking up at the alien, she realized he was very handsome. It was strange to see how humanoid he looked. If it weren't for the green hair and blue skin Pasha could have easily seen him as a model. He reached out and grabbed Pasha under her arm. He hauled her up. "Get up!" Zarbon snapped. "I'm not going to carry you to the ship!" Not wanting to piss the handsome alien man off anymore she tried her best to carry herself. He shoved her over to the crocodile-alien. "Take her to Lord Frieza's ship." Zarbon said. With that the alien named Zarbon turned away, and went walking in the opposite direction.
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"Lord Frieza, here are all the Earthlings that had significant power levels." One of Frieza's scouts said. "All the rest have been eliminated." Frieza walked with his hands behind his back and looked at the new captives all lined up before the ship. He stopped before a man with spiky black hair. "Who is this?" Frieza asked. "He's a Saiyan."
"This sir is the one that killed off the first group of fighters that was sent."
"That's no surprise." Frieza said. "After all, he is a Saiyan."
The man didn't say anything, but continued to glare at Frieza. Frieza ignored him and continued to walk down the line. He passed over to a short bald guy. "What is this?" Frieza demanded." "Sir, his power level is 500." An alien explained. "He looks pretty worthless to me. Suddenly the bald guy burst into nothing. The spiky haired man suddenly screamed out, "Krillin!" He broke the restraints that were on his wrists and went for Frieza. "How dare you kill my friend!" Frieza just let out a little laugh and smacked the Saiyan. With one punch the Saiyan was lying on the ground not moving. Frieza hadn't killed him, not yet. He thought he'd keep the Saiyan around for a bit. There was a man with long black hair, a bald headed man with a third eye and a green skinned alien. "This isn't a human." Frieza sneered. He looked over the alien. "Actually now that I think about it, this guy looks like a Namekian." Frieza thought it was quite strange that there were so few humans, he thought there should have been at least a few more that were worthy of keeping around. He shrugged to himself. He only wanted to experiment with them and see if he could create some crossbreed fighters. At the end of the line stood a young earth woman with short brown hair. She was in restraints and right her leg was bleeding. Frieza stopped a moment and looked her over. The earthlings looked a lot like Saiyans; in fact Frieza was sure that a hybrid could be produced between the two. It would be an interesting experiment, just as long as the hybrid didn't become too strong. Frieza really wasn't that concerned with that problem at the moment. He had eliminated most of the Saiyan race long ago. There was too few Saiyans left to worry about an uprising. A few more wouldn't damage anything.
Frieza hovered in the air until he was just a bit higher up then the woman. He floated forward and reached out with his right hand. His left hand was still behind his back. He took his finger and titled her chin up. Frieza would much rather have her looking up to him, and not him looking up to her. He looked at her closely. Even though she was and Earthling, the woman was quite attractive. It was strange that she had such a high power level. After a moment he floated back down and ordered everyone back in the ship.
Frieza went to his command room, Zarbon and Dodoria following. "What will you do with the planet?" Zarbon asked.
"We'll leave it and sell it on the market." Frieza explained. "It is an awful nice planet."
The ship lifted off and flew back off into space. On Earth there was nothing left. It was a sad day indeed.