Meanwhile, in the check station that seperated Heaven from Hell, King Yemma rested his head on his hand, looking out through the open entrance into his office towards the seemingly unending path of Snake Way with an expression that clearly illustrated his boredom. For some reason, the cycle of souls constantly berating his office for judgement had come to a complete halt for the day, and he practically sat alone behind his giant wooden desk. His eyes opened and lazily shut in a monotonous cycle, and he almost missed the sporadic and panicking little ogre jumping up and down next to his desk.
"Sir! SIR!"
King Yemma whipped his head up, glancing around alertly.
"What?! What is all the commotion about?"
The guard planted his feet onto the ground, but the terror in his eyes and voice had not faded away.
"We have a major incident down below and we need your immediate assistance!"
King Yemma blinked in surprise, the guard raising his voice.
"ITS DESTROYING EVERYTHING!"
King Yemma leaned down, gently resting his hand on the guard's shoulder.
"Easy there. Let's just go take a look and see what's happening down there. Alright?"
The guard nodded solemnly, before turning on his heel.
"Right...you're right..."
King Yemma rose up out of his seat at the response, following after the guard as the two made their way towards the only lift leading from Yemma's office into the depths of Hell itself. The massive red ogre frowned heavily at the guard's panicking nature, due to the fact that nothing is usually capable of putting a prison like Hell in jeopardy. His eyes narrowed, the fear of what lied below affecting Yemma's opinion of the situation.
"Guard..."
The guard came to a halt, a few feet away from the lift leading down. He turned around to face the King with a perplexed look. King Yemma's serious expression remained unfazed as he spoke.
"I want you to stay here, in my office. If I am not back within the next thirty minutes to report the situation here, alert the Kais on this matter."
The guard blinked.
"How would I do that, sir?"
King Yemma's expression twisted into a half smile.
"Under my desk is a small set of buttons designed for a couple of different uses. At the push of the red colored one, a message is immediately sent to the Kai's homeworld that simply alerts them that there has been an incident that has jeopardized the Check-In station. It's also directly wired with my desk, meaning that if it were destroyed somehow, the same message would be sent out."
He nodded towards his desk.
"So to put it simply, either push the red button on the underlying panel of my desk or destroy it to alert the Kais if I'm not back in the next thirty minutes. Can you do this?"
The guard nodded, saluting Yemma.
"I'll do my best, sir!"
King Yemma nodded, making his way into the elevator.
"Good. You're a smart man, for informing me of this problem instead of trying to solve it on your own. And for that, I thank you."
The guard simply nodded in response, watching as the steel doors came to a close in front of Yemma, and turned on his heel as the elevator cart began its long decent down into the depths of Hell.
A soft "ding" marked that the elevator's decent had been complete, and King Yemma waited patiently as the steel doors slowly opened up in front of him. The sight before him caused Yemma's eyes to widen involuntarily and he stepped out into the now open wasteland before him.
A dark, omnious shade of red covered the sky itself, giving Hell the appearance of which it deserved compared to the purple and bright light that King Yemma had instilled into the atmosphere. The ground itself was simply a large stretch of a barren, apocalyptic wasteland; a small breeze providing the only source of sound as it rustled against the red ogre's suit. The dark red sky gave the impression of night time in Hell, and King Yemma moved forward slowly as he studied the ground in horror.
The ground was also littered with bodiess of the ogres in charge of keeping order and running Hell efficiently, often twisted in unspeakable and horrible positions. The carnage also presented itself in the form of mutilated bodies, often missing multiple limbs or destroyed to the point where they were unrecognizable. Yemma's wide eyes scanned the debris, but the massive red ogre came to a complete stop at the sight of another dead body in front of him.
Lying motionless on the ground was the carcass of what appeared to be a large, green spotted bug. The nasty bodily fluids covered his entire body, which was face down in the ground, and was missing an arm along with both legs. Yemma instantly recognized who the body belonged to, even without seeing its face.
Cell...
Yemma turned his attention to the side, taking note of the new bodies littering the ground off to the left. He strode forward, realizing that the bodies did not belong to those of his decimated staff, but to those known through out the universe as galactic terrors. He stopped, glancing down at the mutilated body of a purple and white lizard like alien, who was missing his entire head and both arms. The purple blood and the actual physical appearance identified the alien as none other than the tyrant Frieza in Yemma's eyes. The red ogre continued to work forward, the shock increasing in his expression as he came across the bodies of the wizard Babidi, King Cold, Cooler, Lord Slug, and even the entire Ginyu Force.
King Yemma's attention then fell to the new collection of bodies he had taken note of, walking deeper into the ominous and dark cloud that hung over Hell. He kneeled down, examining the bodies of the Saiyans Turles, Paragus, and even the former king of the Saiyans: Vegeta. He took note of the other bodies littering the ground among the three, also noting the extreme brutality that this section faced.
It seems that what ever caused this kind of destruction took more of it's force out on these bodies...
He frowned.
But why?
The massive red ogre's wide eyes expanded out to it's limits, realizing another trait they all shared.
They're all Saiyans!
King Yemma instantly rose to his feet, the decision clear within his mind at what must be done. It had only been a few minutes, but the danger was clear.
Whatever caused the destruction of Hell itself had a single determination that he knew all too well: the extermination of the Saiyan race.
King Yemma increased his pace as he began to almost stride back towards the lone lift. He had walked about half a mile into the depths of hell, and the bright light shining out in front of the metal doors appeared to be the only shining beacon in the dark and ominous reaches of Hell itself. The red ogre tensed, the sound of laughing whispers resonating from all around him in very hushed tones.
He increased his pace to a fast jog, panting slightly as he continued to press forward. The overall presence of the whispers had unnerved the hulking red ogre, and as they increased in loudness, he began to wonder if he was going to leave the depths alive. The thought forced Yemma into an all out sprint, desperately racing to get to the lift and leave the dark wasteland behind.
He gasped, noticing a small pink mist of red pixel like particles beginning to form out from Yemma's back. It continued to grow, expanding outward at every angle around to the front of Yemma, no matter how fast he ran. He closed his eyes, cringing as the pixels then suddenly shot towards him and waited for the pain.
However, the only pain that came to him was the force of slamming his entire red body into the steel doors of the elevator shaft. Without wasting a moment, King Yemma rapidly shot to his feet and began to pound on the button to open the doors.
They soon responded, opening at a medium rate, and King Yemma bolted inside the cart at the first chance. The yellow light continued to illuminate a small portion of the ground in front of the elevator, but soon disappeared from sight as the steel doors closed together in front of King Yemma. The reg ogre's heart continued to race, clinging onto the very back of the cart as he tried to relax his body. His sporadic breathing was his primary focus, which soon began to slow as he felt the adrenaline begin to pass out of his system.
However, a loud and thunderous slam soon shook the entire silver cart, causing the two steel doors to cave in slightly. King Yemma's sporadic breathing returned, clinging onto the silver bar at the back of the cart in pure terror of what was to come. His eyes widened in shock as both steel doors then suddenly shot away from the cart, disappearing from sight behind a lone pink and purple figure that instantly shot into the steel elevator cart. The lone figure seized Yemma by the throat as he entered, holding him high off the ground against the cold steel.
The massive red ogre squirmed under the grip in vain, the terror clear in his expression. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and spoke in a hushed and terrified tone.
"The...they...will...st..stop...you! "
King Yemma's fear escalated, staring into the dark red eyes as he felt the monster lean closer towards him, almost wimpering at the sound of the amused and sinister voice.
"But who's going to save you?"
The guard waited patiently behind King Yemma's desk, the overall terror he had experience still fresh within his mind. He watched in horror as the monster brutally butchered and killed his colleagues and friends, standing motionless away from the action in fear of the beast. Once they were all dead, the creature had turned his attention to him, and he was positive that he was next on the monster's kill list.
Looming over the small ogre ominously, the monster smirked in his power over the guard's emotions, mostly over the guard's fear. His tone kept it's deep and evil voice, addressing him in a direct command.
"Find the one who rules this domain and tell him what has occurred here. Or perish like your worthless friends!"
The guard need not be told twice, spinning on his heel to alert King Yemma of the discovery. He frowned, wishing that he had accompanied the hulking red ogre to the depths of Hell, to try and help defeat the monster before he could break free and destroy everyth-
A massive, ground shaking explosion from far below shook the entire Check-In station with the power of a planet destroying earthquake, causing the guard to fall flat onto the ground and interrupt his thoughts. His eyes widened in horror, realizing what it must've meant.
He quickly bolted over to the desk, reaching out to the underlying panel. He almost sighed in relief as he felt the assortment of buttons below, kneeling down in order to find specifically the red one.
However, the guard glanced up in confusion at the sight of a square, pink pixel like object among the circular buttons. His confusion only worsened, watching the cube fall to the ground without any contact from him at all.
The cube then suddenly split into two parts, and each half eventually regenerated in order to form two cubes. The squares continued to muliply, forming a small pile within a few seconds and forcing the guard to back up.
To his extreme horror, the pile then began to morph back into the pink and purple monster he had encountered below. The black and red eyes stared into the guard's as the creature reformed in a kneeling position, before suddenly leaping up to its feet and seizing the guard by the throat. The guard cried out in pain, unable to prevent the monster from whirling around and slamming him onto the top of the desk. The guard grimaced, terrified that the seemingly weak wooden desk did not break from the impact, and desperately reached out to the underlying panel for the red button. He blinked in confusion once again, however, watching the monster before him reach under the desk with its free hand and complete the action he had been trying to accomplish.
He had not time to think on why afterwards, using his last remaining moments to cry out in terror as a large wave of pink energy rapidly engulfed him, disintegrating the guard within a matter of seconds.