Bringer of Death

Frieza Saga - Part 3: Domination

Frieza Saga - Part 3: Domination 

"How? How did he get this incredible power?" shouted the ice demon as he picked himself up. Vegeta had sent him flying across the landscape with just one simple punch, causing him to crash into the Namekian landscape with a boom. 

SHHHHK. Vegeta suddenly appeared behind him, mocking Frieza's rhetorical question, hoping to anger him further. 

"I do a lot of push ups and sit ups, AND I drink plenty of juice!" 

The Super Saiyan Prince was experiencing the thrill of his life. Somehow, against all odds, he had done it. He knew it instantly. He felt inside himself a deep well of seemingly endless energy, and it only grew with his rage. The thrill of it all was overwhelming, and best of all he knew he had only begun to tap into the massive reservoir of energy provided by his transformation. 

'Bringer of Death,' the prince inwardly dubbed himself. 'For, truly, I shall be his end.' 

Vegeta vanished again with a shriek and began teleporting wildly around Frieza, laughing and boasting. "I must admit this was unexpected, but that doesn't mean I won't enjoy it. Haha, hahaha, bahahahahaha!" 

"Rrrrrrrggggggg NOOOOOO!" Frieza cried out in frustration. "Grrrrrrrrghhhh. I am Lord of the universe, how can his power rival mine? By drawing this out I helped him develop and unleash this new power! I should have destroyed this scum the moment I destroyed the rest of that race of stupid monkeys!" 

"Hah," Vegeta chuckled. "You're such a weakling. Just face it, you're no match for a Super Saiyan. I'm far stronger." 

Frieza had begun to tremble with fear and anger. He stared angrily at Vegeta, each of the Saiyan's taunts pushing on his last nerve. Yet they continued to roll effortlessly from the lips of the prince. 

"Welcome to the end of your life Frieza, and I promise it's going to hurt." 

Frieza couldn't stand being treated like this. He threw back his hands, each one creating a sphere of dark red flames, crackling with yellow electricity. "You should really learn to control your tongue!" Frieza began hurling the flame bolts at Vegeta, firing thousands in a matter of a few seconds. Each one collided angrily with their target, black smoke completely shrouding the ground where the Saiyan stood. Frieza only stopped when he could no longer see where to aim, as he himself was also covered in smog. Panting, he could only wait and see the damage. 'Take that, Super Saiyan.' 

A faint laughter could be heard, growing in abrasiveness and volume by the second. "Wow, Frieza, that almost tickled." At the sight of his foe undamaged, the frost demon suddenly cringed and gritted his teeth. 

The ruler of the known galaxy, the tyrant whose name was feared across the entire universe, was speechless. His fingernails dug into the skin of his palms, releasing a flow of purple blood down his fingertips which then dripped onto the ground. No matter what he tried, his opponent not only emerged unscathed but continued to mock him. He glared angrily at the Super Saiyan, desperately wanting to rip his tongue out, silencing the arrogant and boastful prince. 

"Is this what you want?" Vegeta taunted, pointing to himself. "I don't think so; you're scared, aren't you? Go ahead and run away! Maybe I'll let you live...while I chase you. Bahahaha!" 

"Aaaahhhh!" cried Frieza. "I HATE YOU!" 

The proud Saiyan Prince wasn't even in a defensive stance. With his words he had mocked him, even his body language he made the fight into a joke, and with his strength he had knocked the frost lord around as if he were an ordinary and unskilled soldier. Never before had the self proclaimed ruler of the universe found himself in such a situation-his frustration boiling over in displays of reckless emotion. 

But in truth, that was nothing compared to what Vegeta was experiencing. The repressed wrath, the munitions of a small boy barely containing his hatred for the lord he served, which was bottled up for years and years, masked under the guise of obedient service, was violently exploding forth. Such rage, which for most of his life had been contained, had been fueled into the most powerful warrior alive, and the resultant power was legendary. 

Frieza couldn't stand it any more, the lord desperately thinking of ways to silence the traitor Vegeta. "For all that you've done to me, I'll pay you back ten times! No! A THOUSAND TIMES!" 

Vegeta shot up and levitated about a hundred feet above the ground, smirking down at Frieza as if he didn't have a care in the world. His golden-yellow aura shimmered around him, pulsating constantly with his Super Saiyan energy. Pure hatred, which he had fed since his childhood, was exploding all around him. This was the moment of his life. 

Frieza returned his glare, revealing how successful Vegeta's provocations had been as his face twisted with rage. 

"Now learn...learn what happens when you mess with the MOST POWERFUL BEING IN THE UNIVERSE!" Frieza tensed, extended his right arm and firing an enormous wave of purple energy. The blast zoomed towards Vegeta, swelling in diameter the closer it got to him. The ever confident Super Saiyan only smiled. No fear, not even respect, was hinted in his expression-only wrath. 

"Hmmph," grunted Vegeta. In the last instant before impact, Vegeta leaned into the beam with his right shoulder and brushed it aside with a flick of his arm, sending the attack soaring through the upper atmosphere and harmlessly into space. 

"Wwhhat?" screamed a trembling Frieza. 

"Hahahahahaha! Now do you see the power of a Super Saiyan?"