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Death Of A Monster; PS complete
Topic Started: Jun 19 2010, 07:05 PM (289 Views)
Kagetane Hiruko
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A soft wind blew through the Namekian landscape, trees slowly bending back and forth, rocking in the wind. The stars brightening the sky like a thousand little diamonds, while at a village in Namek several elders and their people have come together to attend to a great feast in the honour of Guru's birthday. The namekians sing and dance, a large campfire burning with an intense heat in the center of the town, its flames dancing along with the namekians, blown into movement by the soft breeze at that pleasant night.

It was a day of glory for them, but far away from that village, evil forces were planning and plotting. A monster was preparing for a henious deed, a crime which never would be forgotten. The end of Guru, the end of Namek.

High up in the tower, in his throne he was sitting, the oldest and wisest of all namekians; Guru, father of Namek. He was talking to himself in the ancient tongue of the namekian people, deeply sunk in his wide array of thoughts and memories. He felt a dark mind crawling with its greedy fingers, searching for power. It weighted on his heart, his old, pure heart, to feel such unbounded hate and twisted evil. He felt that this power was not far away, not for long at least.

Guru was praying in that ancient language, praying that someone could save the namekian people in this dreaded day of theirs. He felt this night of triumph could soon change into a night of terror. He knew it, though he was the leader of his people, he also knew he himself was not able to stop it, thus he prayed, he prayed as never before, hoping his people would be spared from such a disaster, such an unimaginary twist of fate could not be meant to happen. He opened his old tired eyes slowly, tears flowing down from his large wrinkled cheeks.

"I can only pray for you my people, yet I would rather die than letting you meet this fate of darkness."

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A large field, a massive saiyan warship on the background. The wind blew softly on the field, blowing through the hair of several men standing on the field. A group of men clothed in a black uniform were standing around a man in a black armor, all carrying either a katana of razorsharp steel or a large steel bar.

"Allright, start."

In a mere second the uniformed men surrounding the armored man simultaniously jumped forward, cleaving and slashing with their katanas and bars, trying to land a hit on the person in the center. That man was Chill, the banished tyrant of the changeling race.

Ducking down he evaded a steel bar, clapping his hands together to hold of an incoming katana, kicking backwards he pushed back one of the attacking men, while twisting around with the katana in his hand, propelling the man who held it in the air. A lash with his tail to the left was enough to hold of another bar, while he stomped at the holder's face with the handle of the katana, knocking him out instantly.

Another attacker rushed forwards with his katana, hoping to pierce Chill's cold heart. Swiftly, the fallen tyrant jumped up, balancing on the sword's edge without any problems. Quickly turning around, he lashed his tail against the attacker's face, lunging him a few feet away. Dropping to the ground, Chill suddenly hunched forwards while bending through his knees, evading a swinging steel bar, slicing through the air, a mere inch above his head.

With a swift thrust to the thorax Chill eliminated this attacker as well. Suddenly, two men wearing a katana, jumped forwards and started to wildly hack and slash in the air, dancing with their katanas in the hopes of at least hit the fallen tyrant once. The first one to make a mistake was the largest attacker, lunging his katana towards the changeling's neck, in an attempt to cleave through it. Swiftly Chill grabbed the incoming blade between his thumb and indexfinger and with a sligh tick of his middlefinger, the blade shattered followed by the attacker being thrown in the air by a perfectly aimed right hook.

The other attack lunched forwards, aiming for Chill's abdomen. His attempt was almost a succes, until Chill's tail suddenly grabbed the poor man's feet and made him lose his balance. Taking a towel and wiping of the sweat on his forehead, Chill smiled.

"That was enough, allright men prepare yourself, we leave at dawn."

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The same night as the namekians were celebrating, on a ship standing on the namekian plains, an evil tyrant was planning an assault to stir up the communion, to show what power he had to the ignorant and impervious people that called themselves the Nameks. They started to enervate the fallen tyrant known by the name Chill.

Furious as a wild bear, he strolled back and forth in his study aboard the ship. He was seriously pissed off, his hands tightening to fists and relaxing again every second, his nostrils widening with every huff of air that was blown through them in a wild and almost uncontrolled breathing as the changeling was fastly losing his temper, almost falling into complete rage, he turned around to his second in comand, General Spectra.

"We waited long for this day, at least I did. That old fart of a namekian elder dares to defy me by denying me my right to learn under his tutolage.What am I, a monster? A horror? A freak? How absurd, Spectra call on the men, it is time we mess up things a little bit."

"Yes, mylord."

As Spectra left the room, Chill slowly walked to the large mirror standing in the room. Looking at himself, he saw the black wrinkles forming beneath his eyes, due to the lack of sleep and his unquenched thirst for revenge, blood and complete controle. A voice sounded in the room, or was it his head?

"So, what is the plan Chill? Going to kill some green scum?"

"Oh shut up, I'm not even listening to you, you egocentric dillusion."

Chill suddenly turned around, staring at the cushioned red chair standing in the room. If anyone would've seen what he was doing, they would've declared him an insane person, a schizophrenic at best.

"Wow, wow, what is it with the strong language, boy? I am the one who controles this shindig, not you remember? I protected you all this time, don't you ever forget that, or you'll be very sorry."

Chill grinned a bit sourly, his eyes still fixating on the red cushioned chair, yelling at it as if Shadow was sitting in that very same place.

"Let me get this straight, you never had controle and soon, you'll never be able to do so. All my pain, all my suffering is entirely your fault, so shut that big hole of yours and listen to what I am saying. If you ever talk to me again, I'll make sure you'll never get your powers back. This is my body, my life and as such I will decide what to do with both those things. You had your shot and you blew it, being beaten by some puny people called the Lost and later even by a few humans. If there is anyone as pityful as you, it would and will not be me, understood?"

A sigh came from the changeling's lips as no reply was given, a minute of complete silence followed as suddenly, Spectra knocked on the door.

"Mylord, the troops are assembled and waiting for your orders."

Outside more than two dozen armored men were standing in ordened fashion, waiting on their lord and master, the fallen tyrant Chill. They were wearing a typical saiyan armor without shoulders over a black jumpsuit and black and silver boots and gloves. They wore scouters and the official armblasters to be sufficiently armed in the planned assault of that day. Their eyes swiftly turned to the hull of the ship as it slowly opened, giving way a sight of their commander in full combat uniform.wearing the same saiyan armor without shoulders but with a diamond armor overlapping it, a black jumpsuit and the obligatory black and silver saiyan boots and gauntlets, Chill as well was fully prepared for combat.

Slowly he dropped down, walking towards the small altar standing in front of the troops. Just as Spectra had adjusted the microphone, Chill smiled at her and started to yell in the microphone, to inspire his troops for the impending battle.

"My loyal servants, my dear comrades, my soldiers. It has been a while since I had been banished from my own homeworld. I, as a humble man tried to find the guidance and wisdom of the namekian master named Guru. Yet, he denied me any help or training, calling me unworthy, a monster, an evil entity. Is this justice, is thizs rightious to do such thing, to deny a weakened and troubled soul any comfort?"

The troops yelled and roared as answer to that final question. They were furious at whomever had done such henious thing against their lord, they were mad at Guru.

"Well then, tonight is OUR night!! Tonight is his so-called birthday. Those filthy green ignorant Namekians will be celebrating this so-called day of joy with a large feast in his honor. It is at that moment, when they least expect it, that we shall attack. We will slaughter them all and call Namek our new home, our beginning of a new changeling empire!!"

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They marched silently, with Chill floating behind them. He was thrilled, knowing that this plan could not fail, this night he was going to destroy the entire Nam"kian civilisation, repatriate all his companies funds and employees to Namek and start a new cfhangeling empire. Yes, he was certain that if he did this right, he could soon experience Frost bowing in defeat before him. It was as if he could already taste the sweetness of victory even before it happened.

"It will all be over soon, no more pain, no more suffering. I will make my own empire, bigger than that of the Lost, bigger than that of the Saiyans or Frost. I will reign supreme and no one will be able to stop me, not Seta, not King Cold and certainly not Frieza. Hahahaaah."

Cackling Chill flew through the starry nightsky, dreaming of his impending victory. He was ready to rule, ready to kill, ready to finally live as he wanted to do so. Live as a king, an emperor without any equal to stand against him. Chill's name would be a word of fear and terror, a name only spoken amongst the bravest. Chill was finally happy, happy to live and to do as he pleased. He didn't care for his banishment anymore, he didn't care fror his past anymore, it was only the future from that day on that would count.

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Amidst all of the feasting Namekians, there was only one who seemed to have the same dark premonition as father Guru himself, this namek was Cellon, one of the guards that served to protect Guru. He was silent during the feast, not to upset his joyfull brothers, who for once were having a good time, considering what had happened the past few months. First they had problems with one of his comrades turning mad as he obtained cybernetic enhancements from an unknown source, followed by the destructive battle of that human warrior and the changeling tyrant.

Though worried as he was, he as same as Guru, had not forseen, nor could not forsee the changeling's next move. They had only one means of comfort in this dark time of danger and terror and that was prayer, praying that just for once the terror would not manifest itself at the most unsuspected moment, yet they were wrong, very wrong indeed...

As the feast continued, the normally quite modest and calm namekians brought forth their finest drinks and best vegetables and fruit they could gather. Singing and dancing, drinking and eating, all around the huge bonfire, all in honour of Guru. It was a moment of joy and pleasure, of hope and peace, but as always the beautifull things never last long.

A sudden scream was enough to disturb the festivities. A Namek, covered in his own blood, stumbled to the center of the crowd, falling right in the bonfire, as just a few words left his lips before he burned to a crisp.

"He...is...here..."

As the namek fell down to the bonfire, the wind of his fall swept up a few cynders, blowing them towards the houses surrounding it. In just mere seconds, the entire village had turned into an enormous towering inferno. Cellon stayed quiet, awaiting the arrival of the so-called enemy, the devils in disguise. Through the fire, a few sudden blasts woke him from his slumber, as he saw a few of his fellow namekians either being blasted right into the scorching fire, or being ripped apart by the ki blasts hurled at them.

Cellon did not hesitate, calling for his brothers in arms to regroup and fend off this threat, knowing that this was just a start. All of a sudden, he heard a high, shrieky voice behind him, only catching a glimpse of the speaker through the dancing, wild flames of the inferno, he at least noticed that the person whom's voice it was, not really looked like a danger to him, considering overall body size.

"Who are you and what are you trying to accomplish?"

The small creature behind the flames began to cackle loud and sharp, an earpiercing sound able to declare that foul creature a madman.

"Well, first answer me this, what is a small midget like you trying to accomplish?"

Another sharp and loud cackle resonated in the area, the small changeling almost got tears in his eyes from the amusement. Though his opponent could only see his shade through the heat and light of the scorching flames, Chill thought he would give the brave but foolish namekian warrior an impressive show. Looking at his scouter, he decided that his first transformation would be enough to startle him. With a slight grunt, he started his transformation, while still talking to Cellon.

"Perhaps...this can give...you're foolish namekian brain an ...idea of what I... can do..."

Grunting, Chill felt his muscles twitch and turn, as the pain slowly kicked in, he started to scream with his shrieky voice. His arms and legs were the first to triple in size, bulking up to inconcievable meassurements, as soon his chest and abdomen followed. His voice dipped deviously lower, now sounding raw and brutal as his scream turned into a wild ferral roar. His head grew as well, his horns now standing on edge, longer than those of any other changeling and also more lethal. While his head shifted, his tail seemingly had an exlosive growth as it tripled in length and thickness just as the rest of his massive, muscle-docking body. The load roar finally ended as the flames were swiftly pushed aside for a mere second when Chill's ki exploded outward in a hard shockwave, alarming all bystanders that he had gained enormous amounts of power.

Cellon at that very same moment was nailed to the ground, startled as he was, he was trying to read the monster's powerlevel. His eyes widened as he finally got a good meassurement. Surprised, he shifted into his catpaw stance, the basic namekian warrior stance and awaited the monsters attack with a chill creeping up his spine. He had no idea if he even could muster enough power to harm the creature, but what he did know was that at least, he would be able to land one, how useless it would've been, at least he would go down with a fight.

Suddenly the deep voice erupted from behind the flames, startling the namek warrior yet again. Cellon heard the screams and blasts of his people and the unknown invaders all around him, but it was that one, deep and dark voice that claimed all his attention. Never had he felt such demonic, malevolent force, as if he was talking to Lucifer himself.

"It seems you patethic people can't even defend themselves from my lowlevel soldiers, what a pity. Here I though I could've had some fun before killing the eldest of the elders, that no good old geezer of a master Guru."

Cellon suddenly felt a fire of rage and anger burn in his soul, those words reached him on such a different plane than any other words he had ever heard. Someone just actually admitted that he wanted to kill Guru.

"If you are on Namek, you would be looking for the namek dragonballs right? I would guess so, you do know that without Guru they dont work?"

"Who says I want those loathsome balls, those are for children and weakminded foolish warriors without any selfrespect. I only want what is mine and ofcourse some occasional fun, hahaha."

Cellon could believe what he heard, was this creature serious, no interest in the dragonballs whatsoever. Was that madman only determined to destroy namek and Guru?

Yet before, he could find or hear an answer, he was shocked, as the violent and insane monster leaped though the blistering flames towards him. The creatures arms were spread wide, formed like the paws of a wolf jumping for its prey. With a roar, Chill dropped down in front of Cellon and threw a sturdy right hook towards the namekian warrior, who with every ounce of strength and speed he had, blocked the incoming blow with both his hands, barely able to firmly grip just one of Chill's fists, Cellon cursed himself as a split second later, another blow came from the left, knocking him far away through the flames and crashing into a namekian home.

As the walls crumbled, Cellon got back on his feet. He felt the blood trickle down from his lips and the soar feeling of his lower jaw. Now he was sure, this creature, monster, this 'thing' was indeed quite powerfull. He had to watch out if he ever wanted to win. But to his own curses and swears, the monster seemed to be one step ahead of him.

Cellon looked upwards, still being covered by pieces of wall and furniture, he looked up and his eyes widened to their furthest edge. He saw the cape, dancing in the wind, while a flash of lightning crossed the sky, lightening the entire area in a gloomy, greyish blue light. Right above him, the creature seemed to be waiting, as it stood hunched over from a last piece of wall, partially covered by his black cloak fluttering while he moved a mere inch.

"Was that all I could expect from the best namekian warrior? I heard of them once, the super nameks, do they even exist? You dissapoint me boy, I thought you at least, were able to satisfy my hunger for a nice battle. At least for a short period of time that is."

A grunt left Cellon's lips as he tried to get back on his feet, pieces of rubble and wall falling from him, dust covering his entire body, with an occasional smear of ash from the fire coloring up his broken body. Cellon felt it, it was as if he had been hit by an asteroid, bruised all over. That from just one blow.

A smile formed on his face as he wanted to talk, but before a single word could leave his lips, he felt a large fist from Chill being thrusted in to his gut, almost snapping his spine. Blood splattered from his mouth right onto the fallen tyrant's chest by a single loud cough from the namekian warrior. Yet suprisingly for Chill, Cellon was smiling, suddenly a large greenish yellow aura formed itself around the namekian warrior.

Chill's scouter was going haywire as the Namekian started to grow to an immense size, roughly as big as Chill was, with a large boost in power that could match with ease to Chills enormous strength. The fallen tyrant took a few steps back in surprise, before he started to smile for himself.

"So, perhaps I can have some fun with you after all. Not bad, not bad at all, hahaha...Urgh!"

In a swift motion, Cellon had send a strong jab towards the tyrant's exposed throat, blocking away his breath for a single moment, followed by a hard round house kick against the chest, sending the monster flying away through the only wall of the house left standing.

"Your crimes, your intentions to do harm to our beloved father are unforgivable. Surrender now and you might be spared monster, do you hear me, you can't beat me!"

A loud deep laughter was all that left from the tyrants lips, as he looked around, seeing his men, whom he had personally picked and trained, slaughter every namekian they came accross. He was proud and felt glorious. Now all that was left was to defeat this insolent pest and carry out the task he had given himself, which was personally ending Guru's life.

"Hah, you kill me? That has to be the best joke I ever heard. There are only a few in this entire universe capable of wounding, thus far killing me. It seems you do not know what and who you are up against, my dear fellow."

As the changeling warlord fell into a frantic laughter, he jumped forth, grabbing the namekian warrior and almost forcing him into a small wrestlematch. Yet it seemed that the namekian had gained a significant boost in both power and speed, as he swiftly pushed the massive changeling back and even sold him a strong uppercut, followed by a sharp right hook. It did amaze Chill, as he had no idea that Cellon was one of the fastest Namekians that ever lived.

Chill wiped the blood from his mouth and smiled at Cellon with a rather unnerving grin.Though the namekian warrior still had faith in victory, his downfall was not knowing what kind of creature Chill really was. Only two others in the entire universe were as cunning and frightening as he was; King Cold and Prince Frieza. With that vile and vicious grin on his face, the changeling tyrant started to form a massive black aura around him.

Swirling and dancing around him, the aura seemed to increase in speed, as all of a sudden Chill started to glow, amassing an enormous amount of recently hidden power. The aura dropped down, raging in a large circle around the warlord, with black lightning crackling all around. Chill started to roar, as all his armored bodyparts liquified, droppied to the ground and turned into some kind of silvery black liquid.

Slowly the liquid crawled back on Chill's body, which had shrunk slightly and became more toned down, more athletic than bodybuilder; sort of speak. While his voice started to sound more soothing, in only a slight glimpse, Cellon could see something that resembled hair in a weird way on Chill's head before it was covered with the liquid, forming a helmet like no other changeling would ever have.

As his skin turned black, the end of the transformation was near, the tyrant's aura already flaring up to incredible proportions, almost blocking out the sun. His look was tremendously changed, showing almost no resemblance to his former transformations. It was as if Cellon was fighting a whole new person. As the glow left Chill's body, it seemed that he smiled to the namekian warrior, who yet again relied to his ki reading to meassure Chill's actual powerlevel.

Swiftly, before Cellon could even react, Chill was standing next to him, his lips very close to the namekian warrior's ear, he whispered a single word with his now soothing voice.

"Ka-boom."

A scream of pain and anguish left Cellon's lips as a strong and painfull explosion ripped off his arm, blasting it into tiny pieces. He could regenerate his arm, but it would take time and he knew time was not on his side. With everything, he knew he had to figure out how to get to Guru, but he could not just run, that monster would easily catch up. Suddenly he found it, he spread out his leftover hand in front of his face and yelled at Chill, immediatly attracting the tyrant's attention.

"Guess what you monster...Solar Flare!!"

A blinding flash went through the sky, making it possible for Cellon to run away, towards Guru. He had to assemble the guard and stop Chill in his tracks, before it was to late. Running like he never had done, he jumped over several fires, knocked down a soldier or three that got in his way, but suddenly, he saw one older namekian call for him. He was stuck beneath some rubble, trying to save his offspring, who had been knocked down by a array of ki blasts.

"Please, sir Cellon save Alto, he's wounded and needs help."

Cellon couldn't resist as it was his duty, he swiftly threw away the rubble, as beads of sweat started to form on his forehead. Yet they did not come because of the heat but from fear, as he noticed the even louder screams and even caught a glimpse of a nearing Chill. Indeed Chill came closer, brutaly slaughtering every namekian he came accross, seeing that he was nearing his target he suddenly pointed out his finger with a devious grin on his face. Suddenly the elder namekian jumped in front of Cellon who in his rescue work had not noticed Chill's move. With a shock, the elder namekian fell to the ground, only to be caught in Cellons arms which had regenerated.

"Run...run...that's a changeling. Save my son and run, I'll hold him off as long as I can."

Cellon looked towards the elder in disbelief as the old namekian stood back up and started to raise his ki to its maximum level. Cellon just listened and did what he was told, which was running away with the wounded young namekian in his arms, looking back every time to see the elder namekian fight the evil monster named Chill.

Chill slowly crept closer to the brave namekian elder, interested in what the old man had to offer in terms of pleasurable defiance. Licking his bloody lips, a smile came on Chill's half-shown face. His scouter detected a powerlevel of a mere three-thousand, which was honestly said, a dissapointment.

"Come on old man, show me how long you can survive with that pitiful powerlevel of yours, show me the tricks you have up your scuffy sleeves. I would be delighted to end your life quick and very painfull, hahaha."

The elder namekian barely reacted to Chill's taunts, only grunting a bit as he raised his powerlevel to its maximum hight. Though still no match in terms of power, the old man was determined to hold Chill off as long as possible, knowing that Namek's and essentially Guru's only hope was the famed warrior Cellon.

"I will show you what an elder namekian can do, Chill, fallen tyrant of Rath."

A smile crept on Chill's face as it seemed the elder namekian knew exactly who he was and what he was.

"It seems my reputation preceeds me, how delightful."

Yet before the armored tyrant had any idea of what the old man would do, he felt a stinging sensation in his neck, as the elder namekian had teleported behind him and made a straight jab at his neck, with little effect though, yet still effective enough to surprise Chill, who was caught off guard by the old man's speed and agility.

"Well, well. It seems I have to take back my words, it seems you might be able to amuse me for a short while indeed."

Turning around, the tyrant's tail quickly wrapped around the elder namekian's left leg and with a quarter spin, he was thrown accross the plain and the fires amidst it. Standing back up, the elder namekian stretched out his arms and his aura flickered up for a moment, yet as swiftly as it came, it dissapeared again. Grniing Chill tried to walk forward, as suddenly a massive rectangular wall of ki appeared in front of him, resulting in a large explosion when he came in contact with it. A large cloud of dust, ash and rubble was formed by the explosion, almost giving the old man a false sense of hope, which was swiftly crushed by a loud and frantic laughter coming from within the cloud.

"Hahahaah, amusing, really this is fun indeed. I never thought you would be capable to perform such an extrordinary technique, hahaahaah."

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Showing a smile filled with sarcasme and cynical hatred, Chill came forward, slowly approaching the elder namekian who was quite surprised that Chill had survived his most devastating technique, even worse, he seemed not to have a single scratch. Wondering how long he would be able to keep up with that changeling tyrant, the old namekian started to gather energy from his body and began to form a small blueish ball between his two cupped hands.

Chill was amuzed, staring at what would be the elder namekians last stand. Enjoying the spectacle, he grabbed a gem he had hidden in his cloak, still smiling viciously at the old namekian and wondering what kind of attack he could expect. Suddenly Chill remembered an attack he had seen once before, could it be the kamehameha? He wasn't sure and wasn't really keen to test the probability of it.

Swiftly his hand rose and opened itself, with the gem hanging from his wrist with a silver chain, he began to form a rapidly spinning, black disc, also known as a kienzan, Chill's most favorable move in situations like these. Slowly he turned his arm behind his back, ready to hurl the black disc at the old man with solemn determination, able to use it as the judgement the elder namekian deserved.

"Blue Plasma Special!!"

Amazed, Chill looked at the massive beam that was send towards him. He didn't know this technique, but it did resemble the earthlings' kamehameha in every way, except it seemed to be a bit more powerful. Not taking any chances, the changeling warlord hurled his own overpowered kienzan at the blue blast.

As both attacks collided with an incredible blow, the kienzan seemed to slice through the blue blast like a sharp knife through butter. Cleaving its way to the elder namekian, the disc did not seem to lose speed nor power. After a few seconds both the battle and the fate of Guru were decided, as the kienzan ripped through the elder namekians hands and eventually his entire chest.

Falling down in several pieces like a used ragdoll, the namekian screamed and cried out from agony and shear pain. Slowly Chill crept closer to the green and wrinkled leftovers from the elder namekian, a grin covering his face. With a loud terrible crushing sound, the fallen tyrant's foot simply flattened the namekians skull, which splattered around on the ground, heralding the end of the old man.

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"So sad, the exercise is already over. Ah well, onwards to my goal it seems."

As the changeling tyrant stood in front of the large peak on which Guru's house was standing, he looked upwards and smiled, as he had reached his goal. Slowly he started to fly upwards, going for the last obstacle in his plans to build a new and far greater empire than the universe had ever seen or heard of.

As he had subdued the Shadow, taken controle of his entire mind and body for all eternity it seemed that nothing could ever stop Chill in his path again. He swore to kill Guru, to anihilate Frieza and to destroy the entire changeling empire, even more. The betrayl of Seta was painful, especially for someone who only wanted to help her and stand by her side. This was unacceptable and for that Chill was also determined to let the Saiyan empire pay for what she had done.

On the peak of Guru's house, the remaining members of the guard, under orders of Cellon, had regrouped and were awaiting the arrival of the evil overlord they heard of. Shaking like leafs in a hurricane, of fear and nerves, the men awaited what they expected to be the end of their lifes. And so it came to be, that they all widened their eyes, as Chill's face came over the edge of the peak, followed by the rest of his body.

As the changeling warlord set foot on the ground, it crackled beneath his feet. His black malevolent aura pushed a crater in the rocky ground and buned away the air around him. His eyes instilled fear in the hearts of the namekian guardsmen and took away all their hope and courage.

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"Ah I see, you insignificant little pests are the welcome commitee. Such a pity, that this entire planet can not offer a single challenge to me, such a darn shame that I have to kill every last one of you and don't even break a sweat while doing so. Tsk tsk tsk, shame on you, you weaklings."

"Do not listen to that foul unworthy beast men, it is no shame to be weaker. No, it is a shame to use your power and strength to kill and mutulate innocent children of our father Guru. It is a pity to want more and more power, hungry for a thing that destroys lives. It is our courage that makes us strong, our values and honor that make us worthy. Are we mice or are we men!?!"

Cellon walked through the cluster of his men and halted right in front of Chill. Both formidable warriors stood against each other, their eyes glaring at the other's, their noses almost touching each other. The large fallen tyrant smiled viciously at the stern namekian warrior.

" Do tell me, is it not shameful to run away infear and agony while innocent men are dying? Is it not a shame when an old man has to protect you in your scarce running? Is it not shameful to anger a god and then run away with your preverbial tail between your legs, hahaha?"

A swift punch knocked back the angry namekian warrior, as Chill slowly approached the remainder of the once proud guard of the eldest namekian, Guru. They dared not to react as he walked between them. It was fear that held them back, fear that pressured them to stay were they were. Only Cellon got back to his feet and started to grunt loud and deep.

"So be it, you monster. Fight me one more time, I'll fight you in my full power, I expect the same from you."

"Hahahaaah, I will show you my full power if you should earn to whitness it."

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In a swift motion, the tyrant swooshed around with his tail, almost slamming against Cellon's face, yet Cellon had anticipated the move and quickly jumped up, narrowly avoiding a hit from the massive tail. As he came down again, he thrusted his foot upwards, aiming at the changeling warlord's face. With a loud smack, Cellon's foot planted itself in Chill's face, pushing the fallen tyrant a few feet back.

"well well, full power seems to be a bit more promising, yet certainly not enough to defeat me, though."

In a fluid motion, Chill slided forward and just as he reached Cellon, he raised his knee, only to be blocked by Cellon's knee, yet Chill quickly turned and lunged his foot at Cellon's face. But against all odds this attack was blocked again, this time by Cellon's arms, crossed in front of his face. This time though, Chilll had calculated this in his strategy and his tail quickly followed his kick and touched Cellon's abdomen. As Chill smiled, Cellon's eyes widened, as he knew what was going to happen.

"Ka...Boom."

A violent explosion ripped through the air and through the namekian's abdomen, scorching both skin, flesh and bones as the guard was ripped in half. Laying on the ground, Cellon was startled as he could see his own legs lay on the ground in front of him. Suddenly he felt that he was being picked up, lifted from the ground, while a slythering, muscular tail snatched him around his neck. While his blood was still gushing on the ground, he could look in to Chill's eyes, squirming around with the life he had left, he hoped to escape from the tyrant's powerful grip.

"That was all? Hahahaah, so far for full power, you are not worth to see my full power, you lowlife insect."

A shock went through the mind of all guardsmen as a loud snapping sound ressonated in the air, followed by a thud as Cellon's lifeless body fell to the ground. With mixed feelings, frustration and anger, the namekian warriors suddenly jumped at Chill, hoping to subdue him and take vengeance for Cellon. Yet as the reached Chill, he vanished and reappeared in the air above them. Not thinking twice, the namekian warriors jumped up and flew towards him, again filled with anger, but again Chill vanished, reappearing on the ground again.

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"Game Over, Whaahaaahaah!!"

Spreading out his arms, with both index and middlefingers stretched, the changeling warlord made three swipes through the air. In a single second, all guardsmen were ripped to pieces by the invisible cuttingbeams Chill had send towards the namekian warriors. Screaming in agony, they all perished and died by this devestating technique performed by Chill.

"Such a pity, such a waste. Never ever attack someone who has more power than all of you combined, haahaahaah!!"

Bristling, the changeling warlord stepped into Guru's home and slowly walked towards the old namekian's chambers, determined on finishing the job, of which he had dreamed since he had arrived on this lowlife planet called Namek. Chill knew that he could not afford another failiure in his plans, as time was running short. He needed to end it all, before it was to late. He had subdued Shadow for now, but it wouldn't be long before the vile creature would resurface again.

With a loud crack, Guru could notice that his last defense was gone, as suddenly the door opened to his quarters and a dark and malevolent energy filled the room. That same energy was the cause of so much violence and pain on Namek and Guru feared the day this dangerous energy would come to haunt him. As he watched Chill approach him, he sighed as he looked at the changeling's eyes. They were full of hate, yet also filled with a tremendous amount of pain, sorrow and despair.

"I have come to claim my price and end your life, old man. If you have anything left to say, do so and quickly if you can."

Sighing, the old father of the namekians looked into the cursed warlord's eyes. He knew that this changeling tyrant had suffered a great deal, but he also knew that he had to protect his children from the harm that this man could bestow upon them. Sighing again, he grumbled and mumbled a few words with telepathy to his children and then started to speak to the monsterous changeling that stood before him.

"My child, I can see you have had a great deal of pain and sorrow. I can help you, as I know of the terrible curse you have carried for your entire life. Let me help you, let me help you to get rid of that curse."

Shocked, Chill looked up towards the old namekian. Did he know of Shadow? How so? Slowly he stood up and grinned at the old namekian. He did not care that he knew of Shadow, there was nothing that could save him. He had already accepted his fate, he would carry that curse till eternity's end.

"Hahahaah, help me, seriously. You are a fool Guru, nothing can help me with my burden. I am doomed to carry it for the rest of eternity and beyond."

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Again the old namekian sighed and nodded his head. He knew it was risky, but there was a solution for Chill's dorment curse. He had known of this curse and knew a way to stop it for good. He had whitnessed the dark terror that was spread by the once unstoppable Shadow and he had lived, survived thanks to the knowledge of how to whitstand or even destroy that same dark demon that was now starting to take over the changeling tyrant.

"There is a way, Chill. There is an ancient ritual that could end that curse you are carrying. Let me help you in return of sparing me and my children from further harm.

For a moment it was silent, as suddenly Chill spoke through the intercom of his scouter, ordering his men to stand down. He returned his attention back to the old namekian and sighed.

"Very well, I will give you one chance and one chance only. Fail and you and your children are history."

Slowly but steadily Guru rose from his chair, which came along with a massive sigh and the ground cracking under the massive namekian's weight. He slowly approached Chill and started to talk to him.

"I see, hmm...yes I see. You have lost your father in a terrible battle and your mother has died an untimely death. You have also lost you betrothed on a mission, as well as your last sparkle of emotion when your love died at your own hands. I see..."

"My father's death was King Cold and Frost's fault. My mother was killed by prince Frieza. They took away everything, which is why they must pay.

"But aren't you very much the same?"

"No I am not you old fool. They killed my parents and destroyed every happiness I had."

"Tell me, how many parents have you taken away their children with your own hands?"

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Chill was silent, he knew that Guru was right. There was no excuse for his deeds and no words could change the fact that he had done horrible things in his life. But he always blaimed Shadow for it, who did most of those horrible things while using Chill.

"Follow me to the cellar, I have the remedy against your curse hidden in that place. It is not certain if it would work, but if it does, you do have to be carefull, as you will be the guardian of the curse that you've been freed from.

"allright tell me what I should do.

The two walked down some stairs and reached a dark and dusty room filled with objects stored away centuries ago. A room filled with artifacts of the Lost and of the first namekian society.

"These two objects are the stone of Elamzor, which can lift Shadows curse and this is the mirror of entrapment. When I give you the stone, quickly lift the cover from the mirror and look straight in it. It is of great importance that you do this whit haste.

As Chill took the stone, he felt something pull and twist inside him. He began to have splitting headaches, as it started to occur to him that the stone was awakening Shadow from his subdued state. Quickly, he lifted the cover from the mirror and stared at his own image reflected in the mirror.

"Hahahaaah, I told you, you can not subdue me forever. Now why are you looking in this mirror. But...but, I can't turn my eyes from it, what is happening? No it can't be, no, don't do this Chill. I gave you everything, I made you to what you are."

"Demonlord, known as Shadow. Leave this body and never return. You are not welcome, you are but a shade of your former self. Begone foul creature, never return to the realm of the living. You are condemned to live in the realm of mirrors for all eternity. Never torment the living again. Your curse will be gone for all eternity.

As Chill started to shake, a dark screaming and howling shade left his body, the dark energy trying to stay put. Yet the mirror started to absorb Shadow, who with all might tried to hold on to Chill.

"You will regret this, you will beg me to return. You can't stop me. Eventually I will win and you will always belong to me. I will...never...lose...haahaahaaaah!!"

Slowly, Guru covered the mirror that rested in Chill's hands and looked at the startled changeling.

"Though I know you have your own aspirations, I besiege you to spare me and my children from now on."

"Very well, I will keep my word and spare you...for now."

The next morning, many namekians were mourning, yet also relieved as they saw the large silver saiyan warship ascend and fly away, to an unknown new destination.
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"Soon, soon everything will be over. Hahahaaah! Everything goes according to plan, soon all will tremble in fear once more."

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