Post by Admin on May 9, 2012 7:42:44 GMT -5
Deep zone worlds were the lowest of the low. They were usually beneath his notice. They had no true natural resources, no technological advancement. They didn’t even have hardy peoples to turn into soldiers or slaves. They had no value to him, so he was usually content to let them go unnoticed.
He’d come to find the Super Saiyan. Instead, he’d found that he’d been tricked. Someone had gone to great pains to make him believe that the legendary ultimate warrior existed here, on this planet - this pitiful, insignificant rock of a planet. And if there was one thing that Frieza the Immortal did not care for, it was to be tricked.
His feet struck earth even before the creature he had slammed towards the ground struck. He caught the pathetic beast on his fist, the force of its own landing snapping its spine clean in two. He smiled the smile of the enraged and pitched it towards its master, watching its limp corpse tumble to the humanoid alien’s feet.
It was merely a beast of burden, little more than a pet. The whole settlement had probably had nothing more threatening than sticks to ward off wild animals and these peculiar quadrupeds. Much like the three settlements before it.
“We already told you,” the being spoke, directly into his mind, “we don’t know of any ‘Super Saiyan’!”
They were a weak species. They had a similar exoskeleton to his own, but it was brittle. The hospitable climate of their home planet was a paradise, and it had made them soft. Their bodies had been distended by the low gravity until they were almost three times his height, but that size did them little good. He snapped them like dry branches.
“Oh, I realise that now,” he said, “in fact, I realised it some time ago. Your people are innocent. You’ve been framed by someone I intend to punish upon my return.”
He stepped on the head of the being’s dead mate - whether male or female, he couldn’t tell - and its skull cracked beneath his weight. He smirked slightly at the feeling and kept walking.
“Then... Why? Why are you doing this?”
He cocked his head. “Why?”
The smirk faltered, then faded completely. His tail snapped out, before the being could make a move to defend itself or flee. The pointed tip punched clean through its chest and then out of its back in a spray of their gelatinous blue gore. He pulled the creature closer as it began its slow, painful death rattle.
“Because I can. And there is nothing that can stop me.”
He tossed the dying creature over his shoulder. It bounced once and then landed in a bleeding heap beside its mate and the two infants he had similarly slaughtered. The small village was littered with others who shared their fate.
He adjusted his scouter, scanning the horizon in search of another settlement. There, to the east, was a small cluster of weak power levels. He summoned his hover chair and, once again, promised himself that this would be the last stop before he returned home.
He’d come to find the Super Saiyan. Instead, he’d found that he’d been tricked. Someone had gone to great pains to make him believe that the legendary ultimate warrior existed here, on this planet - this pitiful, insignificant rock of a planet. And if there was one thing that Frieza the Immortal did not care for, it was to be tricked.
His feet struck earth even before the creature he had slammed towards the ground struck. He caught the pathetic beast on his fist, the force of its own landing snapping its spine clean in two. He smiled the smile of the enraged and pitched it towards its master, watching its limp corpse tumble to the humanoid alien’s feet.
It was merely a beast of burden, little more than a pet. The whole settlement had probably had nothing more threatening than sticks to ward off wild animals and these peculiar quadrupeds. Much like the three settlements before it.
“We already told you,” the being spoke, directly into his mind, “we don’t know of any ‘Super Saiyan’!”
They were a weak species. They had a similar exoskeleton to his own, but it was brittle. The hospitable climate of their home planet was a paradise, and it had made them soft. Their bodies had been distended by the low gravity until they were almost three times his height, but that size did them little good. He snapped them like dry branches.
“Oh, I realise that now,” he said, “in fact, I realised it some time ago. Your people are innocent. You’ve been framed by someone I intend to punish upon my return.”
He stepped on the head of the being’s dead mate - whether male or female, he couldn’t tell - and its skull cracked beneath his weight. He smirked slightly at the feeling and kept walking.
“Then... Why? Why are you doing this?”
He cocked his head. “Why?”
The smirk faltered, then faded completely. His tail snapped out, before the being could make a move to defend itself or flee. The pointed tip punched clean through its chest and then out of its back in a spray of their gelatinous blue gore. He pulled the creature closer as it began its slow, painful death rattle.
“Because I can. And there is nothing that can stop me.”
He tossed the dying creature over his shoulder. It bounced once and then landed in a bleeding heap beside its mate and the two infants he had similarly slaughtered. The small village was littered with others who shared their fate.
He adjusted his scouter, scanning the horizon in search of another settlement. There, to the east, was a small cluster of weak power levels. He summoned his hover chair and, once again, promised himself that this would be the last stop before he returned home.
