Dragon Moon Z! – By Ocramed
Disclaimer: SM, R1/2, DBZ and other properties belong to their respective owners.
Note: This story is a multi-genre story. C&C are welcome.
Special Note: This story is part of the SMST/TRT series, and is inspired by Team Four Star's Abridged Parody series.
Part 36: "The Android Saga" (II)
Meanwhile…
"Okay," Vegeta said, as he kept his eye on where Frieza's ship had landed. "While you 'meat shields' take the front, I'll take the rear, and finish off Frieza and his father."
"Uh, no," Piccolo said.
"Definitely not," Tien agreed.
"Humph!" Vegeta replied. "Cowards."
"Says the one who wants to attack from behind," Krillin said.
"You DO know what I can do to you, eh?"
"Big deal. I got killed once because of you, you know!"
"You know, I really don't think that Bulma should be here," Yamcha said. "It's not safe for a defenseless woman to be put at risk."
"And yet, you're here," Vegeta said.
"I'm serious! We barely make it out of these sorts of things as it is."
"I REALLY don't think I need YOUR patronizing, Yamcha," Bulma said.
"But Bulma-!"
"Krillin, what are we going to do?" Gohan asked. "Dad, Grandpa and Grandma aren't here."
"Tell me about," Krillin said, as he shook his head. "We might as well curl up in a corner and die."
"Speak for yourself, baldy," Vegeta replied. "As long as I am here, we might have a chance."
"That'll be the day…"
Meanwhile, Frieza growled, obviously indignant by the fact that his vengeance was being intruded upon…
"Just who the hell are you two?" Frieza asked.
"We're the welcome wagon, of course," Trunks said. "As you can see, you don't have many 'employees' that you can use as 'fodder'."
"That's right!" Usama said. "We will stop you no matter what-?"
Usama then sees something that gets her attention.
"Hey, that's a nice shade of purple lipstick you have," Usama said, as she points to Ice. "Where did you get them?"
"Pardon?" Ice replied. "My…lipstick?"
"Oh, yes. They seem to highlight your eyes."
"Well, thank you. I got this brand from 'Space Blooming Dale'."
"Oh, I should go there as soon as we're through here-"
"ENOUGH," Frieza said. He then turned towards his father.
"Father, could you tell Ice NOT to talk to the enemy?"
"Princess, your brother is correct," Cold replied.
"But, Daddy," Ice whined. "You never allow me to have any friends…"
"Okay, YOU," Frieza said to Trunks. "Who are YOU to challenge me thus?"
"Me?" Trunks said. "I'm just the guy who can kick your arse, that's what."
"You? There is only one who managed to 'kick my butt' is the 'monkey' who managed to fulfill some 'monkey' prophecy, by becoming a…'Super-Saiyan'. Quite frankly, I'm not impressed by what I see…"
Frieza turned towards the remainder of his and his family's minions.
"You, the rest of you, kill this punk and his idiot friend," Frieza commanded.
"Lord Frieza, that 'punk' and his 'idiot friend' had turned those guys into limbs," said one minion, as he points to a pile of bodies.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Frieza said nonchalantly. "I didn't know I have to deal with…insubordination."
"Man, we don't have time for this," said a lizard minion, as he stepped forward. "Let's see what this punk's power readings are…"
Using his scouter, the minion checks Trunks' power levels…
TING!
"Five Raditz(s)," the minion scoffed. "Now, to check the girl's power levels…"
TING!
"Five Raditz(s). Either way, they don't have much power to face…this!"
The lizard minion discharged a blaster ball at Trunks and Usama.
BLAM! BLAM!
Trunks swats the energy sphere that sailed towards him away, while Usama merely caught it in her hands.
"Woooo!" Usama said, as she held the ball in hand. "I think I'll call you 'E-chan'."
BAM!
Trunks knocked his attacker into the bulkhead of Frieza's ship.
BLAM!
Trunks then turned towards his companion.
"Would you get rid of that thing?" Trunks yelled. "Geez, I don't know why Mom wanted me to bring you along on this trip…"
Trunks then returned his attention back to Frieza.
"This is your final warning," Trunks said forcefully. "Either leave alive, or stay here…DEAD."
"I am NOT impressed," Frieza said, using false bravado to hide his concern. He then turned towards the rest of his minions.
"The rest of you lot: get them."
"But Lord Frieza, we don't want to DIE!" yelled one of the minions.
"Well, then, here is your choice: die by their hands…or by MINE," Frieza said. "Carry on."
"Alright, who wants to live forever?" yelled the questioning minion.
"YEAH!" yelled the rest of the minions.
With that, the remaining minions rushed Trunks and Usama's positions.
One moment later, all but one minion were killed.
"Now THAT is efficiency," Trunks said, as he sheaths his sword.
CLAK!
"You know, I'm bored," Usama whined. "I thought we would fight real fighters?"
"Well, you could have stayed at the ship, you know…"
Meanwhile, the last minion gets "shanked" by Frieza for his failure to kill for him.
SPLURCH!
"What…the…hell?" the minion said, as he drops dead.
"You forgot one," Frieza said, as he looked at his bloody hands. "Oh, dear. I got my hands dirtied…"
"You bad man!" Usama yelled.
"Usama, calm down!" Trunks said. "This tyrant will get his."
"He has to pay, Trunks! This isn't right! Those men didn't have to die!"
"Okay, just how are you going to make me pay, little girl?" Frieza said mockingly. "Are you going to cry?"
"Me, cry?" Usama said. "I'll show you-"
"Wait, let's do this together, like we planned it," Trunks said.
"Oh, okay," Usama said. "Let's…"
"What are they doing?" Cold asked.
"I believe that they are going to 'show me the errors of my ways', Father," Frieza said.
"Oh, this is going to be interesting."
"Hmmm," Ice mused.
"Yahhhhhhhhhh!" Trunks and Usama yelled, as the pair achieved a new a new level of power…
"What's this?" Cold said, as he felt the pair's power levels spike.
"I don't know about the girl, but I recognize the eyes," Frieza said in fear, reminding himself not to fall apart at a memory he has of his fight with Goku, the first legendary Super-Saiyan in many generations…
"Interesting," Ice said, as she stares at Usama. She sees that Usama's hair was white, her eyes golden yellow, and she appeared have unattached "wings"—six in total—hovering in a circular pattern behind her back.
"And who are YOU suppose to be, girl?" Cold said.
"I am a 'Super Juraian'," Usama said. "My father was a Juraian prince, and my mother was a Lunarian princess."
"Oh, space god," Frieza said, as he rolled his eyes. "What is with these self-entitled fools that think that just because they are of royal blood, they end up acting like that traitorous Vegeta?"
"Perhaps we should visit Jurai next, my son?" Cold said. "I didn't think the Jurains were capable of yielding such power, which could be useful to the Planet Trade Organization."
"Not until we deal with this 'Super-Saiyan'," Frieza said. "Thankfully, my new cybernetic system is attuned to deal with the likes of him!"
"So, those 'cybernetics' are not just spare parts, eh?" Trunks said.
"Grrr! Why you?"
"Now, it's time for you and your sister to earn your keep," Cold said. "And while that is going on, I'll call 'Space AAA' to have someone tow our space ship, since we do not have any more minions to pilot our ship."
"Yes, Father," Frieza said. He then turned towards his sister.
"You there! Take the girl, while I take the underwear."
"My name is Trunks!" Trunks replied.
"I'll take the boy," Ice said.
"No, I want to!" Frieza said.
"Look, I know how to handle males," Ice said, as she floats over towards Trunks. "You can handle the girl."
"The only reason why is because you liked her for her liking your freaking make-up!" Frieza replied.
"Humph, whatever…"
"Stay back," Trunks said, as he has hand on the hilt of his sword. "Just because you're a girl, that doesn't mean I won't strike back to defend myself!"
"Oh, I'm not interested in fighting," Ice said, as she gives off a poise that highlighted her sexiness. "At least, not outside the bedroom."
Trunks gulped at the implication of Ice's words…
Meanwhile, Frieza takes on Usama.
"So, you're a 'Super-Juraian', eh?" Frieza said, as he points his finger at Usama. "We'll test that assertion of yours."
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
As Usama's wings move into another position about her person, the girl casually, swats Frieza's attack aside.
FWAK!
"I like this game!" Usama said.
"Huh," Frieza said. "This CANNOT be happening."
"Please, end this," Cold said, as he notices that his wayward daughter was starting to make-out with Trunks. "I rather not have our business broadcasted on the 'Space Maury Povich Show'. I will not have a half-monkey grandchild."
"Fine, Father," Frieza said, as he leaps up into the air. He then produces his huge "Death Ball", as it cackled with power.
"Hey, girlie!" Frieza yelled. "Let's play BALL!"
With that, Frieza throws the ball of energy down at Usama.
At last minute, Usama, even as her wings realign themselves, kicks the ball of energy.
BLAM!
Both Frieza and King Cold watch in amazement, as the ball of energy sails off into the distance…
"Teehee!" Usama said. "Did I do that?"
"Father, what are we going to do?" Frieza said.
"Well, we're done," Cold said, as he turned away.
"But…Father, why?"
"We came to this world to facilitate our vengeance," Cold said. "Maybe Cooler has the right idea."
"But, what about our family's reputation? LOOK what these MONKEYS did to me!"
"Um, couldn't you just…clone a new body to house your brain in?" Usama suggested.
"See?" Cold said. "I told my son Frieza this, but he was too impatient to wait."
"Father, you're not helping me invoke fear in the hearts of our enemies, you know," Frieza whined.
Meanwhile, Ice writes her space phone number on Trunks' chest.
"Call me some time, if you ever find yourself on planet Frost," Ice said, with a wink and a smile, before giving Trunks one last kiss.
SMOOCH!
"Heh," Trunks said. "Um, thanks?"
"Come on, Daddy," Ice said, as she floats over to her father and brother. "You promise me that I could go shopping afterwards."
"Okay, Princess," Cold said. "Daddy's coming…"
"If I EVER get myself together, I'll make you ALL pay!" Frieza said.
"Frieza!" yelled Cold, from inside the space ship.
"Coming, Father-!"
As Frieza's ship sailed away, Trunks and Usama, both depowered now, look up at the sky.
"You know, we should have killed them when we had the chance," Trunks said.
"You know that you don't really mean it, Trunks-kun," Usama said. "Especially now that you have a girlfriend."
"I DO NOT have a girlfriend."
"Then why do you have Ice's space phone number?"
"You're hopeless, you know that?"
Usama merely giggled at the response.
Tbc.