Dragon Ball Z: Paradise Found

The Armor-Piercer

A four-legged alien with the head shaped like that of a hammerhead shark and an X-shaped quartet of growths with eyes attached to the end crossing its flat head fled with unintelligible pants and yells. In a green and purple blur, a tall, brown, reptilian humanoid with big, yellow eyes and pointy, horn-like ears blitzed the fleeing alien with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Trying to run away from the Cooler Armored Squadron? Don't dare mock our speed!" the reptilian humanoid taunted his prey before smacking him down on the ground with a backhand strike. The head of the fallen alien split open, covering it with violet blood all over as the whining alien began crawling away from imminent demise.

"No fair, Neiz, you've already bopped him! You know smashing skulls is my favorite thing to do! It won't be the same now!" a large, green-skinned, muscular humanoid with long, black hair landed near the injured alien, blocking off his path to retreat. As hopeless as the poor thing was to escape with its life before, with this juggernaut of flesh landing before him and scooping him up with both hands, the quivering alien abandoned all hope and waited for a gruesome end.

"Wait!" a handsome, turquoise-skinned, humanoid alien with short and stylish blond hair and a futuristic set of body armor matching that of his two colleagues landed behind Dore, placing his hand on the giant's shoulder. "I haven't caught a single word he said. That's odd. I can speak..."

"Over 7000 languages, we know, you keep reminding us of it all the time!" Neiz flipped out, grabbing hold of his head. "Captain, if we obsess over each local we crush, taking over this planetoid will take entire days!"

"This is just a measly asteroid. A race as puny as this couldn't have found a planet of their own, I'd imagine. What are you guys again?" the captain of the Cooler's Armored Squadron tapped the shoulder of his much larger colleague, suggesting that the giant should place the poor alien down on the ground instead of smashing his skull in between his hands like he intended to.

"Crosstilians..." the frightened alien babbled after falling on his rear and crawling back from the terrifying mountain of muscle before him.

"Crosstilians? Didn't Cooler-sama's brother, Frieza, destroy your planet twelve years ago?" the captain scratched the back of his head. "No wonder you've fled to some pathetic space rock and made your temporary home here, though I am impressed by the impressive cities you've established in the twelve years you had with only the measly survivors you must have scrounged up. I am rarely impressed."

"What does it matter?" Dore grumbled. "Let me smash his skull now. I'm stronger than you, Salza. I could beat you and take control over this squad if I wanted to."

"Perhaps you could if you weren't simple as a crayfish, Dore. You lack both the ambition and the grey matter up there." Salza shrugged. "Though I suppose Neiz was right, we have a civilization to help Cooler-sama conquer."

"Curse you... Curse your entire bloodline, this wicked family has destroyed our home and now you'll even take this uninhabited asteroid away from us!?" the alien with the split skull yelled out as an act of final defiance, knowing that his death was all but assured.

Dore's massive hands wrapped around the alien's skull as the musclebound giant lifted the poor, struggling quadruped off the ground, leaving his shabby legs wobbling in the air as the alien yelled out in pain of the pressure mounting around his skull. A myriad of synchronized beeps went through Salza's scouter, forcing the captain of the Cooler's Armored Squadron to give his henchman a signal to release the alien.

"Cooler-sama would like to apologize to you about what his brother has done to your planet," Salza said while patting down the clothes of the alien, who bled profusely through the crack in the middle of his skull. "He'd like to speak to you directly, local."