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-Pre kidnap-
Cold.
Darkness.
Fire.
A strong combination but all rushed through poor Blizzard as he looked around, trying to clear his bleary eyes. Nothing seemed to make sense as he watched the glowing destructive force of a distant inferno become dominant and burn with the power of a supernova. His soft eyes blazed in the colour of blood while he looked towards it impassively.
He felt weak. Inferior. His body trembled violently as he was still adjusting himself to the compacted power which this diminished fragile shell held. It was still a steady amount of power. At least by his father's standards anyway, but it still wasn't enough for him as he looked up to the tall pale man who he should have regarded as a father. Who he should have regarded as closer than anyone else in his life.
But right now he only had one thought when it came to the man as he slowly walked forward. His eyes ablaze by the burning planet just outside the shields of the ship. It's fate illuminated only by it's destruction and by the soft lightning hanging on the faded turquoise walls around him and the slight glint from the emerald floors beneath his six toes.
"You blew up another planet." He cried out. The tone of desperation in his voice was disturbing considering the blunt and rock like impassiveness of his face. The mask he had spent years building up was a hindrance in moments like this. He had spent so long learning to hide the pain and suffering he felt when looking out at the people of burning worlds. Hearing the cries of children as they clung to their mothers not knowing what was about to come while the parents whispers soft lies of how it would all be okay in the end.
He always had to turn away at that part. Never able to stand it as he would feel the immense wave of emotions from the people as death set like a heavy mist and fire ravaged everything in sight.
But here Blizzard was now turning away
All the while Frieza frowned slightly, as the tall pale man looked down and crouched, his face desperate but still maintaining an element of strict priority as he regarded his prince. His body was slightly tensed but his deep crimson eyes were unchanging in the fact that there was no remorse there. There was no sense of feeling for those who had been on the planet.
Just as there had been no sense other than some sick enjoyment as he had cried with laughter when the planet had gone up like a flare.
"I did what I had to do. For us. For you." Frieza said quietly, not noticing the sense of pure anger roar through the mask of Blizzard's eyes with the drowning accent of guilt and horror. The man seemed oblivious to the fact his own child had watched him massacre an entire race! He still only remained adamant in the fact that he thought what he was doing was for the good of his son.
"They screamed." Blizzard said softly. He was fighting to hold back the visible shudder which ran through his bones. Frieza still oblivious to this only saw that he was truly making his son happy. That he was doing the right thing to keep his dear child safe. That he was doing absolutely everything he could possibly do to save and protect the only one he actually adored in this universe.
His hand reached out but the moment it glided across the chitinous bone outline of the spikes shoulders his son now was weighed down by, Blizzard could hold it back no more and recoiled, making his father frown deeply. "Blizzard. What has gotten into you!"
"Pain!" The boy snapped, turning his back on his father as he ran over to the window, staring with horror and agony as he watched the planet bellow fracture and begin to tear itself apart. Huge chunks of molten rock venturing out into space, carrying who knows how many ashes of the people who used to live on it.
Nearly six minutes ago, the planet had been an endless view of mountains, meadows and great ocean lakes! So beautiful! To Blizzard's eyes it had been a jewel among a field of sharp spiked nettles which was everything he had seen his father claim. Worlds where savages had been trained like pets into fighting. Worlds were the mountains of broken spires and continuous flowing rivers of magma had made Blizzard shudder when he had seen it's people hunt and tear their prey apart.
Cannibals.
Feasting even with the last scream of the weakest of their tribe.
"I am doing this for you!" Frieza exclaimed. Standing to full height and tensing as his son turned a harsh glare onto him with a faint sparkle in his eyes.
No... they couldn't be-
Blizzard turned his gaze back away, wiping his eyes as he rested the cold and spiked bone now helmet like encasing of his head against the cold viewing port. His teeth gritted tightly and biting his lip till a small line of purple dripped free and a small drop of his blood splashed against the ground. The harsh point of the talon like nails on his fingers dug painfully hard into his palm, breaking the surface of the skin and filling the cold and harsh temperature of Blizzard's skin with a blistering warmth of his blood.
"I know." The boy snarled between gritted teeth.
He turned his head slowly with an anger as deep as the oceans of magma leading from the core of the split planet bellow. "You hide me away!" He cried out. "You make me watch everytime! You make me watch the executions-"
"I have never made you witness what I do to the crew-"
"Well what would you call what you just did Sir!" Blizzard screamed out. His fists tightened in pain as the guilt washed through him, carving his heart apart from the inside out. He could still feel the pain lingering in the air. His mind drawing out the objects in the room as with his unguided telekinetic skills they began to shake and rattle violently.
Various paintings the boy had decorated his father's room with. Masterpieces that had taken countless hours of worlds now long forgotten tore apart with the boy's rage, even if he didn't know he was doing the damage to the works he held so dear.
His father though watched with a smile behind the anger which now was beginning to surface. "Blizzard. You will calm down now and address me correctly."
"Or what?!" The boy sighed, his face pained with tears which now streamed down his cheeks, slicing apart on the various spikes and sharp blades of his own body as they fell. "You will protect me by blowing up another planet!"
"I destroy these worlds because they are too primitive. They were of no use to me!"
"What of me Sir! What use am I of to you? Why don't you just blow me up!"
Frieza's glare now exploded across his face as he stood above his son, towering quietly even though he was reigned by hurt at the thought that his son considered even for a second there was plans of harm aimed towards him. "I will give you everything this universe has to offer." Frieza stated, crouching to the boy's height. "I will give you every planet. A force of people who will never stop to protect you. I will give you everything! Power! Wealth! A name for people to quake by!"
"I DON'T WANT PEOPLE TO QUAKE AT MY NAME. SIR."
"Blizzard I am your Father and you will address me that way!" Frieza snapped, making the young boy flinch back slightly in the process as Blizzard pressed himself up against the wall. Though like his father, a lingering sense of anger burned in his eyes. The same gaze of anger which Frieza himself would become one day famous for upon regarding his nemesis.
The paintings flew off the wall and smashed into pieces around Blizzard as his anger began to become even further unhinged from his control.
The bed posts of the room began to groan and crack while a quiet aura of green blazed in Blizzard's eyes. "I don't need the universe! All this time! Everything that you have done! It's not the universe that I need!" He sobbed as his desperation became far greater than he could explain. His father just stared down at him with a frown, even among the vortex of items flying around them, neither seemed to notice the very walls themselves actually beginning to crack as the aura flickered around Blizzard.
"I don't need the universe! I need a dad!" The boy screamed out.
The items of the room came crashing down around him.
"I need you." Blizzard whispered softly in desperation.
Frieza's eyes became hard and cold as he shook his head and simply stood. "You will understand one day." The man growled quietly under his breath. "One day my prince. My dear prince. You will understand why I'm giving you all this. It's because I love you that I'm doing all this." Frieza glanced casually around the room, at the various cracks in the walls and fissures in the floor, all leading towards his son and creating a dangerous depth and near breaking chasm between them.
As if there wasn't a widening gap between them already.
"I'll have someone see to the damage."
Another person to die. Blizzard thought, his mask of impassiveness returning to control once more.
"I love you son. I'll be back soon my prince." Frieza said softly, with a sad smile before leaving the room.
"But you just don't love me the right way. Like a father should." Blizzard whispered.
Falling to his knees as the boy sobbed at the pain and solitude which was his life and his world which were the four collapsing walls around him.
-Present day-
"Daddy!"
"Not exactly kid." A cold voice sounded above him.
Orion blinked a couple of times as the cold moonlight blared against his eyes. His body ached and his mouth was bone dry. He pushed himself back slightly as he looked around, trying to make sense of anything and everything.
Then his crimson eyes locked onto the person in front of him.
The man stood there like one of the super hero's from Gohan's comics. A cloak billowing out behind him while two dark eyes locked onto him from a dark emerald face. Strangely it was the same shade as the strip of green in his hair. His pale spikes of white hair caught against the faint trace of wind from the towering height around him.
Where were they?!
"Go-go!" He whispered, throwing his young self in front of his older brother, his arms spread out wide as though he could actually mean anything of a barrier against this towering green man. Why does he seem so familiar? Who is he! Orion's mind kept reeling trying to make sense. The grogginess and nausea inside of him was like a lit inferno.
He could feel it now. Like a fire inside of himself, growing sharper and sharper as he closed his fists tightly. The young boy's knuckles grinding loudly and clicking as he faced down the man who used to be his father's enemy. Not even knowing who the man truly even was! But that didn't matter. His Daddy-
A sob nearly broke out of him as his chest heaved.
His Daddy had asked that Gohan be protected.
He would make sure that he fulfilled that wish to the last breath that he took!
Piccolo stared down with interest as he watched the young boy's hair flourish slightly. The wind was too soft to cause it to move sharply like it was. The boy radiated an aura, like pure ice, dripping so cold and dark that even the Namekian had to pause and stop himself from taking a step back in surprise. He hadn't felt an aura this dark before, this cold and flowing. Sure it wasn't as strong as most others he had met.
It was weak, crushed and compacted like it was resting inside a egg shell, moments away from cracking.
Interesting. Piccolo thought as he watched flashed of green sparks run along the boy's arms as he stood over the other kid, Goku's son. "You're certainly unique aren't you-"
But Orion barely even realized what he was doing himself till Piccolo brought up an arm lazily to block the fierce and speedy attack that the young boy had launched at him.
That's it! THAT'S IT! The voice screamed inside Orion's head. A sick smile twisting on the boy's face as for the first time he felt as though he was actually doing something right. His knee dug in deeply to Piccolo's arm but the green man didn't seem to care or even be bothered by the impact. Hit him again! A voice screamed inside Orion's head. Unleash it! GO FOR IT! DO IT! DO IT! The voice roared over and over.
Piccolo had to say that even he was slightly startled by the persistence of the kid as his arm moved in flashes to block the quick burst attacks from the small boy. The crimson eye boy seemed almost half mad. His eyes glazed over, his teeth barred sharply and the occasional faint green spark roamed across his arms or his fists and he smashed down his impacts one after the other.
Achieving nothing more than exhausting himself as Piccolo just carried on studying him.
The kid has spirit. Give him that credit at least. He thought to himself, watching Orion snarl and scream out as he continued trying to land a punch or a impact.
"Enough!" Piccolo growled, smashing out his hand and sending the boy spiraling back through the air and crashing along the ground next to Goku's kid.
"I'll kill you." Orion seethed. Almost seeming to be foaming at the mouth as his hair stood on ends, his crimson eyes the same tone now of what he wanted to see out of the green man. He wanted blood. He wanted that man's blood. He wanted his Daddy! He wanted his Gohan! He wanted his home!
This man had just taken him away from it.
He was just as bad as the other.
"I'LL KILL YOU!" He roared again, lunging forward only to receive the same effect, time after time of Piccolo sending him crashing back onto the ground, time after time till a thick line of bruises moved around the right side of his porcelain pale face.
"It's a shame that the other kid doesn't have your same spirit."
Orion seethed quietly, one arm limp at his side as he took his stance, doubled over slightly as his working arm was wrapped around his chest where the green man had landed one decent hit. You're a failure! GET HIM! Kill him! Make him sorry! The thoughts roared harshly.
I have to do this. Orion thought, barring his pearly teeth as he glared down the man.
Something inside of him began to ignite like an inferno.
The golden necklace shined faintly as a ever so faint aura flickered around him.
The boy seethed with such a dark glare that had it been able to, it probably could have killed Piccolo with the amount of hatred behind it.
"YOU TOOK MY DADDY AWAY!" Orion screamed, taking his final lunge, but only was stopped as Piccolo grabbed him by the wrist in mid air and hoisted him up in the vice like grip so they were eye level.
Piccolo kept his face impassive as ever as he looked down at the boy, his mind thinking slowly about just exactly what could await this kid. What should happen if there really was going to be two more Saiyans? They would need all the power they could get. Even this little brat had his power... as strange as it seemed to Piccolo. A child with an aura that was darker than midnight.
What exactly are you? He thought, staring deeply into those crimson eyes.
"Your father is dead kid." Piccolo stated coldly, for the first time actually speaking directly to the kid, glancing once or twice over to the other kid who was still out cold. "He died because you wasn't there to look after him." He stated coldly, watching as the kid's eyes seemed to shatter like glass in horror. After all, he was still just a kid. He had just watched his Daddy die out on the field and now been kidnapped by this strange green man.
Now the man was telling that his father was dead because of him?
It was like having his entire crushed completely in the man's grip.
"N-No!" Orion screamed, shaking his head rapidly as he tried to break out of the man's grip. "L-Let me and my brother go!"
"Your father is dead because you couldn't help him. You watched what happened-"
"You killed him!" Orion screamed.
"I had to. I saw the chance and took it. Now kid, you have a choice ahead of you and you're only getting this once to answer it correctly. You can agree to this and stick with your brother or I can leave you out here."
"I hate you!" Orion just carried on screaming, trying to kick out and hit Piccolo.
"You have a lot of power kid inside of you." Piccolo glanced over to Gohan, thinking for a minute how strange it was that both boys had such a concealed power inside of them, with only their anger to be the key to their succession. "But you have absolutely no control. What would your father say if he saw you-"
"My Daddy loves me!" Orion bellowed.
"I'm going to turn you into a man, kid." Piccolo threw Orion down on the ground, making the boy whimper as he backed up slightly, still panting for breath and holding his chest as he stood a broken guardian over his brother. "You're gonna learn. Or you're gonna die. But this time, we're doing it my way kid." Piccolo stated, folding his arms, still cloaked in the shadows of the peak of a hill that they were stood on.
The Namekian just stood there for a longer minute, watching the boy with interest.
With the right training... who knows what this kid could amount to.
He watched as once more in the boy's rage that cold aura flickered around him and filled Piccolo's senses. His mind drawing on the feeling of the coldness, the dark loathing, the anger and bitter rage that flourished so deeply inside. His mind not understanding how one so young could amount to such a dark aura!
Was this kid some kind of secret weapon Goku was honing? Either way... the kid's mine now.
Piccolo let a slightly cold smile tug at the edge of his mouth.
He's going to get a proper teacher this time. Those Saiyans... they better be ready. He looked over his two new small little soldiers. I have a feeling the battle may have just tipped in our favour.