Author's Notes: Thank you so very very much, KidGoku, PrideIsArrogance, The Saiyan From Hyrule and, Dasayales for reviewing! :D
Rating has been increased do to slightly naughtier language. :P
I know sometimes when people, write anime fics, the authors sometimes tend to flood it with Japanese phrases which some people find annoying. I try to keep it to a minimal after all this is an English fanfic and I'm not even Japanese lol, but I do love the suffixes: jin- meaning a type of people for example: saiya-jin
sei- meaning a planet for example: Vegeta-sei
go- meaning the language of a people, for example saiya-go
A Hard Day at the Office
Chapter: 2 In Coming!
Yemma stood watching the humbled figure hovering near his face in surprise. The ogre knows however, his shock comes not, from to the saiya-jins sudden frankness but, from the audacity of this mass murderer to, ask for any specials concessions, after reeking almost as much havoc in the Check in Station as he did in his life. King Yemma snorts, and the saiya-jin lifts his head up in response.
"You really expect me to just let you stay here? I will send you straight to hell right now!"
Toma flies backwards in response to Yemma's yells his body tenses. He shifts to a guarded stance in the air, as if he's expecting the red giant in do battle with him.
To his surprise which, makes the ogre smile knowingly, Yemma bolts for his desk. He plops down on his chair and pulls a drawer open. The four saiya-jins watch him frozen with curiosity. The judge smiles, maliciously pulling out four files from the drawer and slapping them on the desk.
"Toma hmm," King Yemma mutters, his eyes roving up as to get a final glimpse of the blue armored saiya-jin in a whole and composed state. He opens one of the files, to some where in the center with his left hand, not bothering to read. At the the same time hastily grabbing his stamp with the right, completely ignoring the drips of ink on his desk. There is a roar of cheers, from the meat-jin crowd.
"No!," Seripa the only female among the saiya-jin group, screams frantically as realization of what is about to happen dawns on her, she makes a dive for Yemma's desk. Years of working together causes Panbukin to act without having to ask. He rushes after her, with a burst of speed, that seems contradictory to his rather hefty size. Seripa lands on Yemma's desk, she doesn't waste a precious second of the judge's shock and, pushes over the first object she sees.
Surprisingly she giggles, it's not every day after all that, one has the opportunity to tip over a flower vase the size of a full grown cow onto, a file that, would cover a king-sized bed. The absurd comedy of the situation is not lost to her, despite the grim reality of being dead and hell-bound.
Several flowers that would dwarf a palm tree scatter over Yemma's desk, more importantly; gallons of greenish brown water, spills onto Toma's file.
Furious, King Yemma swings his hand in Seripa's direction, as if he's shooing away a fly
Panbukin gives the remaining three files, a hard kick. As if blasted out of a pressure cannon, the massive sheets of paper and file covers scatter in to the air. The flurry of white and khaki startles Yemma who, stops his arm in mid swing. Panbukin's perfect timing allowing Seripa to dash away unscathed.
She flies through the air amid the now slowly falling sheets of papers, doing a sort of victory spin in while still maintaining a forward motion in Topeto's and Toma's direction.
Toma begins to fly erratically, moving left and right zig zagging up and down, he goes right through the papers ripping holes in them, and shedding some apart entirely, Topeto follows his lead, so dose Seripa. All the ogres in the room gasp in horror.
"Stop it! What are you doing, you're all nuts, this is definitely not going to get you out of hell, it's only to insure that you get your tails whipped when you get there!" The ogre yells at them in near panic, despite himself, after realizing what he's just said he smiles and laughs.
"Hey I made a pun, they're going to get their tails whipped and they have tails," he says to himself amused, his mind then brings him back down to reality. "ah I mean stop STOP!" The last stop coming out strained and elongated he almost sounds like a dog yowling in pain.
The torrent of shredded paper bits, and hole-littered sheets at last reach the ground, some land on the meat-jin crowds. Who irritably dust off the torn pieces.
Ham, pushes two mostly whole papers away from himself. He looks down at them despite himself in curiosity. They each have a picture on the top followed by dated paragraphs. One of the images is of a young fourteen year old Seripa piercing a hole through the head of an alien three times the girl's size with a ki beam, she wears an expression of maniacal excitement.
The other sheet is clearly part of Topeto's file, an Oozaru wearing his signature armor over brown rags, uses one hand to crush an, air craft that can best be described as a colossal blimp with a cruise ship tied at the bottom.
Ham stares at it, the furry building inside at the sight of the Oozaru. His thoughts are brought fully to the present as the blue clip board yielding ogre snatches the paper away, he's quickly salvaging all the primarily whole sheets.
The meat-jin commander raises his head to look up, at the elder Saiya-jin, who's ceased his bobbing motion through the air now that, all the papers have fallen. Instead he hovers next to the others watching Yemma's reaction with amusement. His arms are down on each side of his body, his legs slightly bent and his shoulders a little raised, giving him a somewhat hunched appearance, one would ordinarily not associate with someone on guard.
Ham can not contain himself any longer, first they destroy his beloved home city, they pick off his men as if they were vermin, and then the rest of Meat-sei. Where is the justice that is to come in death?
The meat-jin commander darts into the air straight for the saiya-jin that killed him, extending his right fist back, finally in reach of Totepo he lunges his arm forward aiming for the back of Topeto's head. (No point in being honorable towards the honor-less he had figured)
As if he had been waiting for the meat-jin to attack, Totepo spins around at the right moment to grab Ham's fist. Toma moves a bit further from Totepo to allow his friend room to work.
Right after the grab he pulls the meat-jin roughly toward him, and raises his knee up ramming it into Ham's chest.
Ham gags in pain, Topeto takes advantage of the time he's bought himself to put his hands together, inter locking his fingers. He raises his hands up over his head, and brings them down on Ham's back like a recking ball. The meat-jin is sent hurtling towards the ground.
Ham however is able to slow his decent towards the ground he, barely avoids smashing into it face first by, flipping in mid air and, landing on his feet. Flipping backwards a few times more he then, charges himself in the air, once again at the Saiya-jins, letting out a fierce roar of rage.
"I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED AGAIN!"
The meat-jin commander however, stops abruptly after feeling a soft tug on his lizard like tail. He looks over his shoulder and downward to see, a exact miniature version of himself holding his tail, and looking up at him pleadingly. Next to his son, is the blue ogre, he's sweating bullets and staring at Ham with apprehension, he struggles to form a nervous smile.
"Father, this weird monster thing, asked me to, ask you to stop," says Teruki.
The ogre lets out a nervous laugh, thats becoming all to common for him today, before speaking.
"Yes Mr. Ham there's no need, for you to worry, we'll have everything under control soon enough, please just relax and try to wait patiently in line. I know it's frustrating but the last thing we need right now is a fight. Justice will be server we can guarantee it."
Ham reluctantly lands on the ground softly, hanging his head low taking his son by the hand, he walks back towards the line.
All this time Yemma is frozen in place by mounting rage, he lets out a fierce growl, while he pulls on this thick charcoal black hair in frustration.
"Well I did tell you we'd go quietly if, we where allowed to stay until our friend gets here," says Toma staring at Yemma, pleased with the giant judge's frustration.
"Fool! All I have to do is open my drawer and I'll find a replica of your files. You'll find things work very differently around here, then what you're use to." retorts Yemma
"Ah great then we can start this whole dance up again, sure why not I'm up for it," Toma looks to his right at his older friend. "Sounds like fun eh Totepo?
The quiet old saiya-jin nods in Toma's direction, he then looks at Yeamm and simply smiles.
Yemma notices that Panbukin took the opportunity amidst the chaos to rejoin the group.
"We're a good team aren't we? To bad Bardock ain't here, we could have managed to break the whole dam desk in half with him, then horn-y here wouldn't be able to fetch more files to send us to hell with." Panbukin says. The four saiya-jins roar with laugher. Despite the merry exchange, Seripa lets out a single tear, no one notices but Toma, he makes eye contact with her and sends a reassuring smile her way, she returns it.
"I guess we better enjoy this, this'll be the las time we fight together," she replies.
Panbukin chuckles before speaking "but it's sure been gre-,"
"Fight together? Fight for what you idiots? You're dead, it is only a matter of time before you meet your fates! You don't want to come quietly, we'll over power you, we can't over power you we'll get someone who can, believe me it's not a rare thing here. You might have been used, to being hot shots exterminating planet after planet, but your little party is over. You're dead D-E-A-D dead!,"
Yemma screams, he's hysterical his voice so loud everyone, ogre, saiya-jin and, meat-jin alike cover their ears.
Toma removes his fingers from his ears "I know that...We know that, your hornedness or whatev-"
"MY NAME IS KING YEMMA!"
"King Yemma," Toma nods, if the giant despite his yelling is correcting him on his name, then it's a sign he'll let him speak and listen to his pleas. Toma's now resigned to show Yemma the respect he knew all along he deserved, he can now stop doing that which saiya culture has mastered to an art form, bluffing confidence.
"We know King Yemma sir, that it's over, that we're going to pay for what we spent our lives doing," Toma smiles sorrowfully at Yemma.
"But if it makes you feel better, we're already paying...We've been suckered," Toma lets out a bitter laugh.
"Which brings me to my friend and why we want to wait for him. Bardock in case you guys don't already know is the commander of our group also...A very good friend. I saw him just before I died, I guess I willed myself to hang on long enough to seem him. You know...Cause I was pretty messed up..."
It seems Toma is having a hard time containing his anger, his voice is shaky, he struggles to keep his the volume of it down.
"Thanks to those, treacherous sons of bi-"
"Wait wait wait!," Yemma interjects.
"You're just rambling on but, I've yet to hear a good reason to grant your request," The judge of the after life feeling that control is, once again and rightfully his sits down on his chair and leans back. He places his hands together so they're touching each other on the tips of his fingers, his arms resting on his belly. It's a relaxed authoritative position.
Toma knows success is truly theirs now, Yemma's definitely listening.
"What do you mean?" the saiya-jin in blue armor asks, calmly.
"Well lots of people, far better and more deserving then yourselves, would love to be here to meet their loved ones. Thousands and thousands of people that die each day, each hour through out the universe. It's the duty of my staff and I to, see to it that their souls are sorted where they belong as, fairly and, as efficiently as possible."
Toma notes how, Yemma emphasized the word efficiently and continues to listen.
"Can you imagine, do you even have the mind to visualize just how many people, would be here any second of any day! There would be no room for anyone to walk, some people would have to even wait on my desk, they'd cover every inch of it I wouldn't be able to get any work done. It would be utter chaos, this is why we keep the line moving, it's already backed up enough with the time we've wasted already. I can't afford to stop any longer, Frieza doesn't seem to be doing so anytime soon, and we need to get everyone out of the Check in station, he seems to get a kick out of over crowding us, and that is I might add partly thanks to the likes of you."
Yemma notices he's loosing their attention, it seems ever since he mentioned Frieza.
"I can get a replica of your files, I've already told you this but what you don't know is that, all I really need is a tiny shed of paper from each of your files and a minuscule drop of ink to send you on your way."
That small hint of a threat, more than enough to recapture their interest in the imminent present.
Satisfied that they're all listening to him, Yemma continues.
"Now this is your last chance, to be heard...Not that you've earned it! For the sake of communication we'll keep this simple. I'm going to ask you, a few questions and you'll answer them as quickly and to the point as possible, got it?"
The saiya-jins all nod in response.
"Hmph you're already starting off on the wrong foot! I said, got it?"
"Huh?... oh yeah, sorry!," stammers Toma quickly in response.
"yeah yeah we got it," says Panbukin.
"What? Oh..yes!" exclaims Seripa.
"...yes," King Yemma would never know, but one would ordinarily have to feel special if they managed to get Totepo to talk.
"That's better...Now...," King Yemma leans forward.
"Most people don't know when someone's going to die what makes you so sure your friend, Bardock is it? Will be here, so soon? WAIT! Don't all of you speak to me at once, you," Yemma points at Seripa.
"You'll answer the question..."
"Alright, well first of all yes, it's Bardock and second, in between fighting your minions," Seripa is struggles to keep, a straight face but she manges for the sake of the situation.
"We were commenting on how surprising it was that he wasn't dead and with us already. Knowing Bardock, if he actually managed to survive a fight with those goons and Dodoria, which is just...wow!...He's going to want to go back home and warn everyone that much is obvious..Awww, I just remembered, his son, poor baby! I hope they've sent him away, it's a good thing his bro-"
"Enough! Stick to the direct answer, your personal problems won't sway me, you won't be receiving any pity from me that's for sure," Yemma snaps, cutting her off.
"I wasn't asking for it big red," Seripa mutters under her breath, at a volume so low it's only heard by Toma and Panbukin, the latter cracks a tiny smile. The former nudges her arm with his elbow softly, as a none verbal plea that she keep her temper in check.
"Sorry," she whispers to him.
King Yemma, gets up from his chair, puts his arms behind his back and begins to pace, around the area behind his desk, he's looking up at the ceiling pensively.
"I believe we're getting somewhere. Now the living are not ordinarily our business, it would be difficult for me to access their file, so it would help me greatly if you can tell me who this Dodoria is." He stops his self important pacing and, looks at the hovering saiya-jins for a moment.
"Well...Toma?," he says before resuming his walk to and fro, the left and right walls.
"Dodoria that stickin' gum ball!..I mean," Toma clears his throat and quickly starts over.
"He's sort of like Frieza's right hand man...or left hand man, I guess because the rumor is Zarbon's the right hand man but, who cares, the point is that Frieza sent Dodoria to kills us!"
King Yemma freezes in his tracks, the realization of the horror that is to come, just beginning to form in his mind. He hastily sits on his chair and leans forward intently. The sudden increase in attention startles Toma, he stops talking giving Yemma a quizzical look.
"GO ON!" Yells the judge frantically, the sooner he can be sure of what's coming the sooner he can prepare for it if it's not to late. Toma nods quickly and continues.
"It was Frieza who ordered us to Meat-sei personally. So that's why we left without our commander Bardock, he was still in the isolation chamber recooping. Naturally if Frieza directly orders a group of third classes, to do something it's a big deal."
Toma snorts bitterly clinches and loosens his fists, and then resumes speaking in the same calm tone he was using.
"So when we got to the planet, we were surprised to see that they were much weaker then the stuff Bardock, normally picks for us from the job pool, we plowed right through. We were wondering if Oozaru would even be necessary."
Ham growls, his indignation once again threatening to over come him, his tail waving frantically behind him. The blue ogre places a hand on the meat-jin's shoulder, rousing back to reality and away from his futile plans to, kill the already dead saiya-jins.
"It makes perfect sense you see, Meat-sei wasn't that important he just needed a out of the way place for Dodoria, and his men to ambush us."
"But why?" Says Yemma, the question is more of a thought spoken out loud.
"Well because apparently that freak bastard Frieza for all his power deep down in side-,"
"Fears the saiya-jins!" Toma is surprised to see that Yemma, finished his own sentence for him.
"Well yeah, hard to believe but true," is all the blue armored saiya-jin can say in response.
"Of course, you get stronger with each fight, in a full moon your fighting strength increases by ten. It's not likely but, not impossible in theory I guess for a saiya-jin to surpass Frieza,"
"Yeah and then there's the legend of the Super Saiya-jin," adds Panbukin, Yemma ignores him instead choosing to ramble on.
"You said Bardock survived the attack of his right no, his left hand man Dodoria..So now that the cat's out of the bag sort of speak, there's only one thing left for Frieza to do..Toma quickly! How long dose it take to get from Meat-sei to Vegeta-sei answer this last question and the, four of you can remain until the time comes to judge your friend."
"Meat-sei is pretty close to Vegeta-sei probably another reason why that freak picked it, he wanted us dead as soon as possible, I guess it's like fourteen or fifteen hours something like that."
Yemma slaps his forehead in frustration and sighs. The less people making trouble the better, if he can have the four of them out of the way, it'll make things all the more easy, this will probably be the most hectic work day, in his eons long career. When it's all over he'll take a hot shower, then go down to hell and pick some of the fruit from the tree he has Goz and Mez guarding so diligently, so that he can share it with his staff the next morning. They'll all be deserving of it's sweet taste, and in need of it's re-energizing nourishment when alls said and done.
"Th-That's what I was afraid of...," The giant mutters absentmindedly staring out blankly past the saiya-jins as if there was a movie screen behind them, that was playing out horrible visions of the near future. He leans back on his chair slouching and takes a deep breath.
He get ups abruptly and begins to bark out orders frantically.
"The four of you get against the wall, sit down, shut up and stay out of the way, you can wait for Bardock!"l
"Alright!"
The four saiya-jins high five, hug and pat each other on the back excitedly, they then zoom off to some out of the way corner of the Check in Station.
"Everyone in my staff listen up, we're going to have to work hard to get these meat-jins where they should be as soon as possible! Even the ones that might deserve to go to hell, shouldn't have to be punished by having to see, what's coming!" King Yemma opens his, mystical drawers yet again and begins taking out piles of files at a time and throwing them on his desk unceremoniously.
He tosses the flowers Seripa over turned on his desk, onto the floor, and clears away all the paper shreds, and reloads his stamp with ink. The sounds of ruffling sheet fragments and falling objects echo eerily through out the completely silent room. Yemma's the only one making noise now. It's like the figurative calm before the storm.He thinks to himself.
"Let's get started befo-,"
As if on cue, the room begins to shake, some dust and small chunks of ceiling fall dirtying the black tiles, red carpet, and meat-jin heads. They whip their heads around to face the entrance there is a roar of furious screams, coming from the outside. So many voices in unison all yelling, out in indignation, becomes a sound so blood curdling powerful , no one being could ever hope to produce it. It's as if thunder had a war cry.
Hundreds of blurs begin to pour into the Check in Station from every opening, zooming around chaotically, the walls and tile begin to crack, where ever touched by one, they're like hellion locus, only with spiky hair and monkey tails.
Some more author's notes: Well I hope this hasn't become to boring for you, and I'm not moving things along to slow. Please read, scrutinize with a finely toothed comb and criticize in the form of a review. :P...And please stay tunned for the shocking conclusion of, what becomes of Bardock's soul, hopefully it isn't to weird and disappointing for you. :)