Chapter Three
“Fre..Freiza?”, I mutter out.
“But of course Sayian, this is my 100% power form. My final and most powerful transformation and with it I will crush you beneath my feet worm! No more holding back and taking it easy on you. You’ve managed to enrage me to the point that nothing less of beating the last ragged breath out of you will calm me! Your death will be the most satisfying of the billions that I will kill while on your dust bowl of a planet!”
“Noo…I must…ughh…“
“What’s wrong worm? Nothing to say? Ready to give up this pointless crusade?”
“No, it’s just…you’re still kinda…like, standing on my chest here. A bit hard…to breathe in all.”
There’s a moment of silence as he stares at me with a look of confusion before a sly grin eases over him. He reaches over and palms my face in his hand, “Very cute! Now try stay with me monkey, we’ve just started to have fun!”
With the greatest of ease, he pulls me off the ground and launches me high into the sky like a rag doll with just a flick of his arm. The speed at which he throws me is dizzying. I went from nearly a hundred feet before the surface to well over two football field’s length above it in seconds! I wildly flail around before gaining control of myself and I start to level into a hover. I am suddenly aware that I can no longer sense Freiza‘s position. I still feel his evil presence though, somewhere…stalking me.
I start to slowly glide backwards, watching for any movement below. Looking at the city, I know Freiza isn’t going to stop this madness unless I beat him. Freiza will kill everyone without much thought if he wants to. The damage is incomparable to any natural disaster that has ever befallen man, the humans weren’t prepared for a power as ruthless as Freiza’s. Then again, neither were we…
Three days ago - Kami’s Tower
“What the…Mr. Popo! There is an incredibility evil force heading towards Earth. Do you feel its power?“, says Kami.
“Sorry, preoccupied over here being awesome. Anyway what are you going on about?”, replies Popo.
“Wha-- being awesome?”
“Very.”
“ Ugh, just summon the Z Fighters to the tower Mr. Popo. We must warn them.”
“We? Who’s the Earth Guardian here? Oh yeah. That would be you. Also, Z Fighters? What the hell?”
“Yea, I couldn’t think of anything else to call them.”
“So instead of starting from the top you pick the last possible letter? Kinda like calling them bottom of the barrel, last of the last huh?”
“Dammit Popo! If you aren’t going to help than why do I allow you to stay here?”
“Ha, for the same reason I allow you to breathe my air.”
“Which is?”
“To enjoy my company.”
“Son of a--, just get the fighters!”
Forty minutes later…
The fighters gather on the small island in the sky surrounding a single building in the middle. Popo enters through the large thousands year ago doors of a inner chamber. He passes an alter where seven softball sized golden orbs rests. The ancient and mystic Dragonballs. A slow pulsing grow surges from them like a heartbeat, lighting the whole area. If you listen close enough you can even hear the sound of a sleeping dragon.
Across from room stands another alter, one engulfed in darkness. There rests seven orbs of similar size but these are made of solid stone and covered in dust. There is a faint energy coming from the stones, one that consumes all the light around it. Slowly drawing it in. Popo glances at the top stone as he passes by, a single black star stares back at him. He stops for a moment, as if the stone spoke to him. Shakes his head and then continues deeper in the room where Kami sits in meditation
“Kami, the (snorts) Z Fighters are here.”, Popo reports.
“Just not going to let that go are you?”, says Kami.
“Hmm…let me check with the Magic Eightball.”, he cups his hands together as if holding a ball and makes a shaking motion.
“Well would you look at that.”, he says while peering into his empty hands.
“It says…highly doubtful.”
“You know Mr. Popo, you’re really--”, Kami begins.
“Awesome? Why thank you Kami, your barrel boys are waiting.”, Popo interrupts.
Kami gives Popo an disgruntle look as he passes by. Upon walking outside he is greeted by the friendly faces of Tein-Shinhan, Gohan, Yamcha, Vegeta, Piccolo, and Krillin.
“It’s wonderful to see you all again friends. I’m sorry it’s under these conditions that we must come together. Unfortunately there is a severe threat heading to Earth.”
He surveys our faces as he continues, “One extremely powerful enemy from Vegeta’s past, from the past of all Sayians, and the countless other races he has destroyed in his wake. He is named Freiza.”
Vegeta’s face drops as the name is repeated among the fighters.
“Wow look at how much you’ve grown Gohan. You’re looking more and more like Goku everyday. I only wish your father could be alive to join us.”
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The Saiyan
Fiksi PenggemarWhat if the events of DBZ were retold and redefined in a different world? What if all you know is a lie and nothing is as it seems?
