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Renaissance And Forgotten Memories; Personal Saga | Complete
Topic Started: Sep 7 2011, 07:00 AM (884 Views)
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[align=center]Darkness surrounds you,
You shall not escape me now.
Your soul is mine.
Understand that it is I who is in control.
Understand that you have no hope.
Understand that you are my tool.

For now is the hour,
Now is the time.
It is now, Prince Frieza, that you shall rise.
You may find that I am no longer here,
Yet you may find I'm always there.
In truth I am everywhere.

But with you I will always be,
At the back of your mind,
You can't hide from me.


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The dark, lonesome winds of a chilling winter evening were soon interrupted by a deep, struggling gasp for air. Rubble and snow were pushed aside, crumbling away and gently tumbling down the far hillside. A pale white hand burst through the thick snow, dislodging more of the loose rock and gathered ice layers.

The exposed prehensile, as rigid and frozen as the heart of the one it belonged to snapped back and forth. Each finger flexed in the stiff motion of pain and the near absolute zero temperature that must have kept the being preserved for such an extended amount of time. An arm pushed out of the thick snow, attached to the pale hand that continued to grasp for something of leverage but found only air.

The limb crashed down, fingers raking at the ground, trying to pull upward and gain more grip upon the slipping, frozen crust of planet Frieza. Little grooves etched the frosted ground after each consecutive, yet unsuccessful, attempt to rise from the grave.

A second limb ploughed up through the snow, followed swiftly by a chest as the buried being became a corpse no longer. Snow continued to tumble, as did any other surrounding rubble and the like, away from the gradually rising mound.

At last, upon the eve of a final, audibly strenuous push, the changeling broke free. Enormous quantities of dirt and melt water were forced upward in a pale brown plume that marked the Prince’s return. It was just such a shame that no one was around to witness such an event.

The free falling debris showered down, hailing the area and freezing again in mere seconds. Regardless of their technology, the changeling race were still an evolutional high point for life in the galaxy – their abilities to survive such harsh temperatures and lack of breathable air made them such a sturdy life force.

Frieza stared. After a short moment observing his surroundings and gathering his bearings, the changeling coughed heavily, forcing out a great deal of dirt and slush that lined his lungs.

Unlike many, whom at this point in time would probably be more concerned with getting home alive, Frieza was far more interested in the culprit that had buried him upon this quaint little mountain side. Fair enough the harsh winds and chilling snow were but sheer bliss when it came to the changeling’s preference for a vacation location. Of course, the reason for his being here was evidently the case of attempted murder.

For their failure, the bastard who’d tried was to receive a gruelling, slow and painful death. Frieza would make sure of that.

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The air on Frieza had that stale odour, the stench that had a nauseating effect yet wasn't quite enough to push you over the edge into the realms of severe vomiting. The changeling Prince inhaled at caution. He may be the lover of all things cruel, evil and foul - but odours was one thing he couldn't particularly bare.

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At the foot of the towering mountains, at the depths of the steep valleys and harrowing gullies, a peaceful village lay. It was one of a simple people. A tribe of changelings whom lived off the land, getting by with their few animals, farming and picking at the surrounding trees and fields. Their accommodation was simple, square and bare. It held no warmth or comfort - yet love there was. This village had families and friends, lovers and siblings or, as Frieza saw it, potential targets.

These little simpletons may well have witnessed whom had taken him up that mountain and buried their Prince. The changeling rubbed his neck, soothing the ache that persisted there. It was as though he'd been stuck in that damn plot for more than just a few days. Frieza did begin to wonder just how long it had been...

Again he began to levitate, ascending into the sky and following the mountain trail, village still set in his sights. As darkness drew near, flickering, insignificant lights began to dot and line the valley. Frieza drew ever nearer, passing frozen streams and dead grass lands until he'd gone low enough for life to begin flourishing. It was amazing just how a simple factor of height could adversely affect life itself.

Frieza had suddenly been overcome with a sense of discomfort. The last of his memories were those of his lavish mansion, fine wines and sumptuous foods. Warmth and comfort had surrounded him and now... now he was moving through a blistering cold mountain terrain to search for someone who'd buried him alive. Fair enough it was an exciting prospect, but he'd much rather return home and continue his extravagant life style.

Still - there were things to do and people to kill.

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Frieza's gaze thinned toward the humble village. Little cubed settlements embedded against the valley walls and grouped together at various intervals. The entire place seemed very quaint - no yelling or shouting, just people living their lives in peace and harmony.

A scream soon rang out through the valley, a number of the blacked out houses soon flickering into light to investigate the cry.

"You'll tell me exactly what I want to know... do you understand?" Frieza demanded, his voice cold and without care. The female in his grip struggled desperately.

"Help! Please someo-"

"Now now," the Prince reassured, "I'm not going to hurt you," he gently caressed her cheeks with his slender tail, a toothy, false grin splitting his sinister lips. "Not yet anyway."

A squabble of males soon barged through the village and clamoured into the house of the lone female, shouting anger and declaring their rage.

"Just what do you think you're doing!?" "Who are you?" "Leave her alone!" - and many other statements alike.

"Now boys," Frieza laughed in a particularly coy fashion, "you're not going to interrupt our little date here, are you? We're a tad busy..." his tail soon snaked it's way around the girl's neck, "now I suggest you leave us be." The changeling's voice trailed off with a growing violence - a deep warning growl soon to follow.

"You unhand her now you bastard, or you'll feel the anger of our village's mightiest warrior!"

Frieza could only reply with a pitied laugh - "Is that a challenge?" He quickly tossed the girl aside, caring not that she was cast through the nearby wall and left strewn across the outside village square. "Then bring me this village warrior of yours..." The short changeling approached the male group, watching in silent delight as they backed away in fear, cowering behind one another. Their retreat soon began to split into two, working their way around an individual.

A tall, towering changeling of great height. In fact, he resembled his father in some way, though his power was a mere 1% of Frieza's own.

"Don't tell me you're the strongest around here?" he taunted.

The lone changeling did not reply, however, his face stern, his body rigid and arms tense.

Frieza had to admit it was rare to find such a changeling settlement, so basic and without the finer things in life. They should be running corporations, factories and services - not living out here in the country, farming for their food and living off cattle. It was not the changeling way and it made the Prince queasy. He let out a short 'humph' at the taller fellow's rudeness.

"Very well." Frieza was soon standing behind the tall warrior, much to the bewilderment of the other villagers. "Now you've got a reason to be speechless," he smirked, feeling the fearful quivers of the villager behind him. A swift elbow to the back soon had him reeling on the floor, "you call him strong?!"

Frieza was soon chuckling in sinister delight, the dimly lit faces of the scared and the fearful really did brighten up his day.

"Maybe you can help me... instead of that useless wench," he knelt down, grabbing at the floored changeling by the neck and lifting him up, bringing him nose to nose. "Who buried me up that mountain?"

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Gradually the night turned once again to day. The fleeting clouds gave way to the fantastic blue star of the solar system, the colour of which burned from a deep purple hue to the bright shades of blue and metallic green. Frieza bathed in it’s glow - despite the brightening day, Frieza’s own situation had not brightened on its own accord - he needed to clear his mind and cast his memory back to whence he could.

He struggled. The deeper he tried, the Prince would always find himself with his last memory - that of when he were at his Royal Palace. He’d been locking away his most prized possessions in the vault beneath his private chambers. Strangely enough he could not recall the reason behind this. Darkness had cloaked his mind, the past few days hidden beneath a veil that forbade his entry.

The village behind Frieza, deep in the valley below, lay in tattered ruins. They were rather unhelpful, the changeling had decided, and saw their fate befit that of only death. Some went kneeling, praying, others tried to fight. Each death was unique and just as enjoyable as the last - each adding to the unending thirst for the thrill and excitement of death that gripped Lord Frieza.

Don’t underestimate the Prince, however. He is not purely a sadistic creature by nature. He is, in fact, a well-mannered being. Consider his murderous tendencies as a hobby of sorts. Frieza does not consume his time purely with that ‘hobby’. He has businesses to run, meetings to engage and prices to negotiate. The Prince of Changelings has an empire to run and an army to organise - still the question remained, taunting him at greater lengths.

Why was he buried there, up that mountain? The sudden factor of duration too crept into his thoughts - just how long had he been in there?

Frieza’s eyes scanned the far horizon, trying to determine just where he was. His head ached at every possible answer. Was he even on Planet Frieza? Yes he must be - he shook the doubt from his mind. The star in the sky was familiar, as was the enjoyable cold and similar odour that oozed from the fresh snow and hardening ice. Perhaps before continuing this investigation it would be best to return back to the palace. There he could recuperate and ensure that all was as it should be. Regardless of the period of time he was absent, Frieza could have missed vital opportunities, perhaps even major conflicts?

The changeling grew familiar with the nearby mountain, recognising it’s shape. After a short flight to the far side he saw what he’d expected: The Capital City of Frieza-Sei and, the other side of which, his glacial palace, hanging in the outcrops of the valleys bordering the horizon.

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There was a man, saiyan, standing motionless with the Tuffles as he pointed down toward Raditz. Suddenly off his men vanished, then reappeared on the ground, covered in blood. They were all dead, and the Tuffles were slowly advancing their position. Raditz tightened his fist as he cocked back his arm. Ki flickered around his large muscular body as veins popped from his forehead. The ki focused itself into the palm of his fist as he threw it into the air, straight at the man. With ease the Traitor sidestepped out of the way as he smiled down at the Raditz.

”YOU ARE A DISGRACE FOR THE SAIYAN RACE! PREPARE TO DIE!” Raditz yelled as he took off at top speed. A small group of Tuffles met him head on as they fired a volley of ki blast toward him, but he was not slow. Moving from left to right, or up and down, he dodged every blast, only to pick up speed, not lose it. His eyes were locked on the small group as he flung his knee out at the first target. His mind slowly cleared itself as he crashed the skull of the second Tuffle into the ground. Volleys of ki still flew into the air, but he was too fast, they could not get a lock on his position. Tuffle by tuffle he knocked each of them down into place. Until finally the small group became a larger group.

Raditz was surrounded, but that only fueled his saiyan pride. His heart beat quickly accelerated as he ran at top speed toward the first unlucky tuffle. His eyes flashed with rage as he knocked down one by one. Until finally, he was hit. He had not moved quick enough, the blue beam of ki collided into his shoulder as he flew into the air slowly. Debris kicked up from the ground as rolled onto his back. Holding his left shoulder he looked around, each one had their guns pointed at him, waiting to fire. But none did, part of the Tuffle circle began to separate as the Saiyan Traitor stepped into the circle. His hands rested behind his back as he slowly entered closer to Raditz, stopping with a demonic grin plastered across his stupid face.

”I will kill you, you insolent fool. Do not underestimate me, or else you shall pay with your pathetic life! “ Raditz said as he spat at the man. His eyes still showed that fuel of rage as he held his shivering left arm. Slowly he stood to his feet, his legs shaking, his knees weak. But he was not going to give up, he was a saiyan warrior, there was nothing that could stop him! ”You pathetic coward, hiding behind your men while I kill them all. What kind of commander are you. I will rip out your spine where you stand!” Raditz yelled as his long black hair slowly moved backwards with the small gust of wind that blew by. His heart beat was slowly accelerating from the rage that boiled in his soul, his mind was clouded with thoughts of killing the Saiyan Traitor, but he needed to calm himself.

“Bring it Commander…” The man said as he slowly slid into his stance, his eyes flashing with cockiness as he tightened his fist.

”HOW DARE YOU CHALLENGE THE MIGHTY RADITZ! YOU WILL PAY FOR THAT DARELY!” Raditz yelled as he charged for the man head on.

His eyes locked with the man as he threw a left punch into the air. It was a simple jab, with a ton of speed behind it, with barely any power. His eyes flashed with rage as the man quickly lifted his right to block. As the right arm lifted, Raditz, with battle instincts, cocked his elbow in attempt to shatter his forearm. With was a complete fail, as the man watched Raditz point his elbow he rolled his arm around quickly, then hit the forearm of Raditz, completely redirecting the movement of his arm. Raditz did not stop the charge attack, as he lifted his right leg his face twisted into a smile. He attempted to kick the head of the man, but once again it was blocked from all possible ways. The man was smarter than he was, more experienced so it seemed. Then, with a single movement, Raditz was down… The man was so quick, his hand completed extended as he shot his hand through the chest of Raditz. Blood flew out of the Saiyan Commanders mouth as he coughed violently. Falling to the ground he looked up at the man.

”I’m not finished yet….!” The Saiyan Commander said as he slowly tired to stand to his feet.

“But you are Commander, but you are….” The man’s foot lifted into the air as he crashed down toward the skull of Raditz, game over. The kick connected as the sound of the skull slowly beginning to crack filled the air. Raditz’s roar was loud as he screamed into the air. Sure the pain was great, but it was not over pain. It was the rage that was boiling down inside his soul that fueled him.

His eyes flashed with the furry of a saiyan as he lifted the foot of the man. His image quickly flickered as he appeared above the man with lightning speed. His hands began to ball up into fist as he threw three quick punches in the combination of left and right crosses and jabs. His heart beat was accelerating as his eyes slight slowly blurred. He needed to finish the man off quickly. Feet quickly stepping backwards he looked to the man in shock, his right hand flew into the air as he gathered ki quickly into his palm. Lightning sparked around his grizzly like hand as he focused the ki into his hand. Lightning began to swirl around it as it formed into a unstable sphere of ki, his eyes flashed with rage as he flew his arm forward, the blast crashing into the traitor with ease, ripping through his body. It was over, men looked in fear as they turned and ran. Their heart beats echoing into the air as the traitor of the saiyan army fell to the ground, his eyes rolled back into his head.

Raditz slowly turned from his standing position as he began to limp toward his ship. His left leg was slowly lurking behind with each step, his eyes were blurry, head throbbing, he was almost dead. But it was in his saiyan blood not to give up, no matter what, that is what made him win. The ship slowly began to become visible in the distance above him as he smiled, his eyes blurred for the last time as he sunk himself into the rejuvenation chamber, his heart beat slowly beginning to fade. The shaking of the ship’s engine echoed throughout the hall as he opened his eyes slowly, he needed to leave the saiyan infested planet, there were to many traitors. His eyes rested once again as the liquid flooded over his body, the feeling of the warm healing liquid healing his body made him smile. Won’t be to long until I am finished healing....

Days turned into weeks as he slowly finished resting in the healing chamber, his eyes slowly opened as his face twisted into a wicked grin. It was time for him to cause havoc on the new planet, time for the unsuspecting beings to die! His hand rested against the top of the rejuvenation tank as his foot quickly stepped out. His muscles were tight, the cold chill brushing against his wet body. His eyes slowly began to narrow as the roar of the doors opening filled the air. His fist clenched together as he looked slowly outside.

There was a small village, not but six feet away, but extremely hard to see. There was a smaller alien, a changeling if he was correct, standing there, he must have landed on Planet Frieza. His eyes slowly widened as he remembered the stories, myths, legends of Prince Frieza. Were they true? No one knew, they were in just as good as a dark spot as Raditz was. The prince had vanished years ago, but the small changeling still looked a lot like the images of Frieza that Raditz had saw.

Suddenly, yet as if he was there for hours watching the Prince of Ice, the day turned into night. The sound of the slight whistle of the wind echoed into the air. Raditz looked down from his ship, his heart beat slowly fading out of his ears as he watched the Lord slowly being to turn away from the village. It was nearly destroyed, crushed and broken nearly all over the place, the slight smoke of a fire in the air lingered as the Prince vanished from the sights.

Raditz quickly began to follow, his eyes scanning over the horizon as he attempted to find the Changeling Prince. His heart beat slowly echoing in the air as the warm blooded saiyan melted the ice that rested under him. His eyes finally rested on the man, the Prince, as he smiled wickedly. If this was him, Raditz needed to serve him, his power was legendary, even though he would hate serving under a non-saiyan. But it was a smarter move, his eyes slowly locked on the man, his heart beat echoing into the air as he smiled.

”Lord Frieza!” Raditz said as he saluted. His knee crashing into the ground with the faint cloud of snow lifting off the ground.



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Janix took a deep breathe as he inhaled his last bit of the valhallian air, it was time to leave. "You have taught me much Valhalla, truly a saiyan training ground," said Janix as he boarded his ship. His body exasperated as a felt a tense feeling of leaving home. It had been the closest thing to planet Vegeta he had come to in a while, but nonetheless it had come to an end.

Everything had changed, once again. Things had become so hectic recently, but that was life. Life was everything about change and moving forward with these changes, and the young saiyan planned to do just that. He had placed as a goal to become a saiyan elite, but a recent battle had put him through a change of heart. He realized that he was in fact quite weak, in comparison to the other powers he had just encountered. He decided to hold off his eliteness for the future, once he was more worthy of the position.

The young saiyan warrior began to scurry through his ship, it was time to make way for new things. Now his goal was to travel to planet Frieza, it was the last trace of Genji Kyoya he had heard of. He knew new things would come from this visit to planet Frieza, it was one of the most interesting places in the galaxy. Harsh could be another word to describe it, it was all the same at the end. He was more of a man now, both in experience and age. He was now seventeen of age and he noticed his trusty old shirt was kind of grabbing on to his skin a little too much he had to admit, one could see his muscles budge and twirl with each movement the boy made. It was a about time for a wardrobe change, once he reached Frieza he would make sure of stocking up. Janix reached a piece of his shirt right in the middle. He grasped the soft silk and with one slow jab it ripped open with buttons flying all over the place. 'Just so I don't forget...'

"You seem more mature Janix, you have changed quite a bit since you first got me sir," said Lara. It was apparent he wasn't the only one that could see the change in him.

"Yeah you could say that, I'll be going to the dream room," replied Janix.

"Always have been a man of little words... Where are we headed now sir?" inquired the ships AI.

"You have always been a program of too much words, and planet Frieza is our destination."

"Must I remind you that it was you that programmed me this way?" Lara snapped back. Janix could've sworn he heard a chuckle after the remark. He shook it off and ignored Lara, continuing on with his own endeavors.

It had been a while since he had gone to the dream room. What was the dream room, one would ask. Well it was one of the features Janix had integrated into the ship, something he found to be highly pleasurable at times. You would enter deep slumber and take control of your dreams, it had taken a while to master but nowadays lucid dreaming was a walk in the park.

'A scattered memory like a far-off dream. A far-off dream like a scattered memory,' the words resounded in his head as he remembered his last experience in the dream room.

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Janix's thoughts shifted to a sweet blankness as he took another deep breath this one with much more ease than the previous one. ‘And in goes the gas.’

His muscle knots began to let loose as the gas entered his body. With a drowsy blink he was taken to a large terrain, mountains and valleys visible. This was the dream world he had visited many times. In regular dreams he would not have remembered this place, but this was no ordinary dream. He was lucid dreaming, asleep but awake, aware of the unawareness.

“I see you're back Janix, where’ve you been? You left our match inconclusive last time, don’t tell me you’re a pussy now,” said a voice he could identify anywhere.

Janix turned around to face the person speaking while a smile spread through his face. “Well, you haven’t changed a bit old friend; I’ll tell you that shit right now. You’re still the little runt you’ve always been.” Before him stood a teenage boy with silver hair, small streams of black making company. It was Genji. In a split second both of them ignited their flames of ki, they shared that trait, though they would differ in color. Janix was a pure orange flame, strong and bright, whereas Genjis were a silver color, which shinned just as bright.

“Shall we being?” said Janix finally

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Both Janix and Genji were beaten up pretty badly from the battle that was on, but they both were flying steadfast with their flames fiercely lit, just as strong as before. Janix's shirt had been ripped off, one could see his tightly compressed muscles, a special training led to this, the most efficient way to build strength. Genji was at the same condition, but his muscles were less since this was only a product of the memories of the past, although Janix believed Genji would be at a close enough level.

Each of them were ready for the final assault, knowing time was against them. They gathered all their remaining strength in preparation for a brilliant finale, their flames of ki crackling here and there. "Bring it Genji!" With that both of them shot themselves forward with tremendous speed, clashing both fists in a mighty struggle. Both flames began to come together creating a rainbow of bright flames. Smoke began to form until a loud 'bang' was heard after an explosion came to be, the smoke was such that nothing could be seen.Moments later, the fog cleared and two figures could be seen laying on the floor.

Janix lay on the shattered ground besides his friend, each of them huffing and puffing. Around them craters was all that could be seen, even though the area was a vast imaginary cesspool created by his brain, it had now become a vast wasteland. Janix's mind had portrayed Genji as a strong fighter, equal to Janix. Janix himself wasn't sure if this was in fact a reality as he hadn't seen Genji in recent years, but still he felt satisfied at the end result, however.

"Yet another inconclusive match my dear old friend," said Genji as he lay still "we made quite a mess. I strive for us to meet in real person and you will see how much I've truly grown."

A grin came to Janix's face as he uttered the words "I would like to as well, we could have a real match and get back to our old mischief."

"Yes it would be quite pleasant... Nonetheless, our time is up I believe," replied Genji giving back a warm smile.

"That it is, till our next bout good friend..."

With that Genji and the created wasteland began to sizzle away from existence, blurring more and more with each second that passed. Few moments after Janix found himself sitting in the dream room, the old plain room he had previously resided. Janix smiled pleased, though his eyes gave a hint of sorrow.

'A scattered memory like a far-off dream. A far-off dream like a scattered memory,' thought Janix as more thoughts of the past came to mind. Now those times were a mere memory.


Janix felt mellow as he made his way to the dream room. It was time to go through another lucid dream about Genji... Maybe this was the last of these lucid dreams, he wouldn't have to live in the past anymore. He could find his companion once more.

He entered the familiar cozy room analyzed it once more. He saw the usual blank walls and the dim lights that cling tightly to the wall, making the simple room even more ordinary. The young saiyan saw the mat he would usually lay on was placed in the exact middle of the room. He slowly made his way towards the mat as another memory came to mind.

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"Genji... I believe this is where we say our goodbyes. I'm off to planet Earth and you're off to Frieza," said Janix as he was about to board his pod.

They were both old enough to leave planet Vegeta and fend for themselves. Each of their families had decided it was better to separate them as they would learn to be independent, these two hadn't been without each other since they were four years old. It was tough news to break to each of them, but nonetheless it was the right thing to do as they were saiyan warriors, not lovers. In the future they would reunite, once each of them had grown. That was what they had agreed on at least, they didn't know what the future would hold for them.

"Yeah Janix, it is time. Don't stay behind, you tend to be lazy when it comes to training, I don't want to kick your ass too hard once we see each other again," said the silver haired boy, with a sad smirk fell upon him.

The realization that they would be apart stung both young boys hard and they stood in silence for a minute. Janix knew words weren't going to cut for now, so he left his friend with something a normal saiyan would frown upon. A saiyan would never show affection to each other, and Janix extended his fist forward with a small flame of ki igniting his knuckles.

"Fuck being normal, neither of us are ordinary saiyans anyways," said Janix as he gave a quick glance at his friends silver hair, baring a warm smile. "Bro fist?"

Genji got what Janix meant by not being ordinary saiyans, neither of them had the traditional black hair and eyes, and their mastery in elemental ki was also unique in them. He extended his fist as ice began to form on each knuckle. Finally when both fists met, both the flames and ice dissipatated with a small sizzle. This was a little ritual they had formed over the years, being of opposite elements.

"Goodbye my friend," said Genji finally as they each boarded their pods. It was the last time Janix heard and saw of Genji...


Janix thought about it for a moment and observed the mat once more. He decided not to lucid dream, he would concentrate his efforts on other things, it was time to stop living in the past. He made his way to the commanding room and sat on his chair.

"Full speed to Frieza, Lara," said Janix as he stared into the endless dark abyss that was space.

"Oh... Yes sir!" replied Lara.

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Janix placed one foot the snowy ground and as he placed his weight onto said foot he heard the snow crunch beneath him. The same happened with his other foot. He looked around and observed the snow filled landscape. The young saiyan took a small breath, inhaling the cold Frieza air. As he let the oxygen escape his body, he saw the visible clouds of white. 'Lets roll...'

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"Lord Frieza!"

The changeling's ears perked just as he were about to fly toward his palace. He quickly snapped his gaze toward the kneeling Saiyan, his lips instantly curling in quaint disgust. Just the smell of a monkey made the Prince's spine shiver.

Despite his mild displeasure at the presence of a Saiyan, he was satisfied at the appropriate respect.

"Don't bother me now, Saiyan," he retorted, blank and cold. He turned back toward the palace, "you may speak with me at a more comfortable location - I certainly won't converse out here in the ice and snow."

Sure Frieza preferred to discuss in the comfort of his glacial palace, but there was more underfoot here. He desired to be at his mansion as soon as possible to find out just what was going on. Better yet, perhaps this Saiyan was the one who buried him and had come back to finish the job! If he could lead him back to the palace, he'd be able to torture him... slowly,

"Hurry now!" he called, feet digging in to the thick snow for an amount of leverage before taking off, surrounded in a blaze of Ki.

It took no less than a minute to arrive at the grand structure - how Frieza had missed it so. He couldn't help notice, however, that something was wrong. His last memories were of the mansion and yet it seemed as though the place had undergone drastic degradation. A horrid brown rust stained a majority of the window edges and various other patches.

Along the forecourt, once a spectacular entrance, was now a shambles. The right colonnade that lined the path toward the mansion was entirely in rubble, as was much of the further right boundary walls. The guardsmen's office was terribly graphitised, windows smashed and blood staining the walls.

"It looks like someone had a party at my house... and yet I wasn't invited..." his lips thinned at the sheer deterioration of his expansive, glorious home. Frieza headed toward the front entrance, motioning for the Saiyan to follow. The changeling felt a sickening taste in his mouth - just what was going on?

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"Don't bother me now, Saiyan," the lord of the changelings said, cold and bitter. Then just as the Prince turned the sound of the crisp snow melting under the warm flesh of the ki echoed into the air. The sound of the Prince taking a small step forward lingered slowly as he turned to the saiyan, "you may speak with me at a more comfortable location - I certainly won't converse out here in the ice and snow." With that the Prince of the Changelings turned fully away from the Saiyan Commander, his eyes locked forward as his ki surrounded his body.

Just who his this Prince of Changelings? Is the legends of his power true? Raditz thought to himself as he looked forward to the charging changeling. His eyes locked with the Prince as he continued to do the same. Lifting himself from his knelt position he stood at full height. His long hair hung from his back as he smiled with pleasure. There was nothing that the man was going to do to stop him from finding out what Frieza’s power was. But there was a slight doubt it was real. His ki sparked around his body as he looked at the Changeling, then with a lightning quick reflex he took off after the man, tailing right behind.

It took less than moments to come to the palace at which it was told for the Changeling Prince to live at. At one point of time it might have been magnificent, but now it was rusted, snow covered, beaten down. Raditz looked at it in confusion as he cocked his head to the side slowly. What was this? Was this the house of the Prince of Changelings? Surely he had higher standers than this! Raditz looked at the Prince as he saw his muscles begin to tighten, there was something that he couldn’t remembered so it seemed. Something was wrong with the Prince of Changelings.

"It looks like someone had a party at my house... and yet I wasn't invited..." Raditz did not make a single movement or sound the whole time. If the stories held true than Frieza had a shot temper, and would easily kill Raditz where he stood. His eyes slowly moved toward the lifted finger of the man as he bent it forward, motioning for the Saiyan Commander to quickly follow. Obeying orders the Saiyan Commander crossed his arms over his chest, his feet lifted above the cold snow as he moved down toward the entrance of the palace.



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Frieza kept his stern pout as he kicked aside the mounds of snow that had collected in the corridors, their entrance allowed due to broken windows and ruined walls.

“Just what is this ridiculous criminality? I leave for a few days and what?!” the changeling was nearing the point of adding another few holes to the already decrepit walls.

Further inspection of the dilapidated premises revealed that not all was in poor condition. Further into the actual core of the building led a gradual change, from rusting, scattered rubble, to shining, silver and pristine structure. Perhaps all was not lost.

Frieza’s head shot to his right, disturbed by a sudden metallic thud. His eyes swapped over to Raditz, registering his presence and location – clearly it wasn’t him. The Prince gradually approached, his feet lightly pattering against the cool, silver flooring. The lights above the changeling began to flicker and whine, a second thud leaving him to stop in his tracks.

“Who is it?” he bellowed, conjuring his deepest voice possible, “come out now, lest you wish to die sooner…”

A shuffling soon followed, a figure stepped out at the end of the hallway in sheepish fashion. It was an alien, dressed in Frieza’s corporate staff uniform, “p-please… don’t hurt me,” he trembled, shaking heavily. Frieza bounded forward, grabbing at the worker by the scruff of his neck and forcing his face forward into his own.

“I won’t unless you tell me what has been going on here!” spittle ejected from each infuriated syllable that Frieza had to offer, the alien cowering with his eyes clenched shut.

“L-lord Frieza?!” he realised against great dismay… “you’ve returned?!”

“I’ve hardly been gone that long, you fool – how could you all let my palace fall into such a disgraceful state. Now tell me what happened here…”

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The prince of changelings, walked slowly toward his once magnificent house, with a slight bounce in his step- moving from left to right with a simple swagger. His fist were closed, steps calm and slowly advancing forward. His hands slowly rested on the side, stopped from swaying, as he kicked over a pile of snow that was on the rested, untouched, on the entrance to the grand house. The Saiyan Commander looked at the flakes of snow as he nodded slowly to himself, Frieza was not a happy man at the moment, something was troubling him. Raditz slowly crossed his arms over his chest as he nodded slowly with agreement with himself. his eyes closed as he listened to the wind howl through the air.

There was a low mumble in the air that came from the Prince as he moved into the house. His eyes moved around the area was he growled and grumbled to himself. It was rather strange reaction from a man that no one had seen in long years. But that was only what the legends said, he was suppose to be frozen, by the people he trusted most. A sad story, but one that showed how little you could trust people, friends, family. That is why the Saiyan Commander took the path to be a loner, a person that looked out for no one but themselves. That was his life in a nutshell, but something about this Prince interested him.

Suddenly a sound roared into the air, something of movement. Something that caused the Prince and Saiyan Commander to both look to each other. Then there was a small man that stepped out from the darkness, a servient of Lord Frieza to make his way toward the Prince. Then with fear in his eyes he dared not looked at the man, but he knew there was going to be hell to pay for what happened, all he had to do was answered a simple question...



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The young saiyan took another cold breath from the frozen biomass that was outland Frieza. Small ice hydrogen in the air rasped his innards as he slowly inhaled. The cold breeze slapped his open chest, as his slim fit shirt was open wide, loosening up the tightness a bit. From the distance you could see his built up muscle and manly features, even in this cold weather, he glowed. He looked forward and saw hordes of aliens stacked together, waiting on Janix to make his first move.

'Pesty fodder...' Today would be another massacre, the third one this week. He was hoping for this to happen. Je had been searching for 'changelings', they were the lords of this planet and they were the ones with most chance of knowing about Genji. After he killed off one useless 'changeling' he had gained a reputation, and he needn't to search for them anymore, they were coming on their own. The changeling themselves weren't too weak, no chance against Janix of course, but they weren't as weak as these damned lackeys.

Janix fixated his vision and searched and scurried through the crowd, searching for the changeling. 'Typical,' thought Janix as he saw the changeling in the far back. Not one of the changelings he had fought stood with their henchmen, they always waited for them to be rid of and then come out and fight. Its a wonder why these henchmen would follow them so religiously. 'Lord this and Lord that,' it baffled Janix, but nonetheless he had to do his thing regardless of everything.

'Perfect harmony,' Janix thought to himself, remembering something Genji had taught him. "Perfect harmony Janix, always remember that, when you hold onto it is when you are the strongest. It's when all us elemental ki users are at our peak of strength. We become one with everything, mind, body and soul. Perfect balance means perfect control, when your emotions unbalance you lose control. Remember it, always, perfect harmony."

Another subtle breath was all the young saiyan needed, and with it came a calm blankness. The will came to him, and his flames of ki burst up blazing in their usually fiery orange. Janix smirked as he saw the aliens faces, they stood taken aback in awe as the young saiyan had conjured the flames. "Hmm, seems you were right Genji," acknowledged Janix finally as he saw his flames were more potent.

He had used other flames at one point, he let himself be controlled by rage, lost control of his emotions. Thankfully it was against a weakling and he took control of the battle regardless, but still the feeling afterwards was something he hoped to avoid in the future. Red bloodshot flames tainted with a namekian's blood came to mind as the memory flood his mind. Quickly he shook it off, he wasn't going to make that same mistake ever again, he promised himself that.

He reminded himself it was in the past, the past was past and he had to live in the present. He had a problem present he had to take care of. [color=#E25822quot] slurred Janix under his breath before he disappeared from sight. The aliens stood their ground, ready with their defensive stances up. Poor bastards, they had not idea. No stance was going to save them from what was after them. The orange haired teen appeared and disappeared on the battleground, with each appearance taking the life of an alien, a swift pierce through the heart was sufficient.

This method, Janix realized, was messy and would take a while to get over with, so he decided to take a shortcut. He positioned himself in front of the large mass of corpses and soon-to-be ash and placed both hands forward with his fingers sharply straight, flames of ki on the tip. Each hand began to move as if put on auto pilot they began to follow a pattern, a trail of ki being left behind with each motion, until two triangles formed out of streams of ki, each triangle perpendicularly positioned to each other.

The young saiyan continued to motion with his hands, and as he continued the motions each triangle began to come together, baring the shape of a 6 pointed star. It was the end of the ritual and his attack was almost complete. The orange haired teen seized the motions, and stacked both hands on top of each other and placed them open in the middle of the star. He would usually form a diamond with his hands, but today he needed another method, one that would blast away all these lackeys. Thus he proceeded to pour even more ki into the attack, and flames of ki began to come down out of each tip, forming a ball of flames in the middle.

"Later guys."

With that, a raging blast of flames of ki roared out of the middle of the star, eating up anything that came in its way. The result was satisfying. He had blown all of the aliens away and the battlefield was sizzling with melted ice due to the heat of the blast. He searched for the changeling, Janix knew this wasn't enough to rid of him, he made sure it wasn't too strong. The young warrior took a quick glance upward and saw the changeling hovering in the air, supposedly, holding its ground proudly. Janix saw the fear in its eyes, it knew what was coming.

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"A warrior of fire came and ravaged the land, sire. He and his armies sieged us for months until a year had passed..." the quaking minion gasped, feeling Frieza's grip tighten around his neck with every syllable. His hands may be small but they were certainly lethal devices.

In fact, if one were to take the time in contemplating just how many had died by the Prince’s hand, quite literally, the history of it all would last back to his late childhood. The unforgettable experience still stirred within the sinister Lord’s mind; the smell of fresh blood, so pungent and mouth-watering. One would assume it was something of a sexual trigger for the changeling. He didn’t get aroused by anything like that – it was just fun…

With the sudden realisation that he’d been absent for such an extended period of time, Frieza relaxed his grip immediately and turned back to glance at Raditz, his eyes caught in thought for a second.

“You,” he motioned to the long haired Saiyan, “stand guard and make sure no one else enters this place. I have a few things I need to collect.” He then turned to the other minion, “I’m disappointed in you, really – are you last one left?”

He nodded sheepishly, “yes, my Lord.”

“Then they all died?”

Another nod.

“I see…” Frieza, without a lack of speed or hesitation, tore through the useless bastard. His tail was wrapped around his waist and, with a powerful squeeze, his abdomen was bifurcated quite nicely. Of course, before his skin and armour could give way, his guts and other inside organs were squeezed either way, pouring from his mouth, much like a roll of toothpaste. He glanced over to Raditz, casually wiping the incriminating smears from his chest and face, “don’t worry – I only do that to the useless idiots… we’ll discuss when I return, Saiyan, all you want.”

The changeling bounded around the corner, disregarding the destruction and dilapidation surrounding him, until he came to his own, private chamber. The retinal recognition system had luckily been undamaged and Frieza entered the room, amazed at it’s preservation, just as he’d left it.

It was still something that Frieza couldn’t quite comprehend – he’d been unconscious for a year? It barely seemed possible.

The changeling headed straight for a statuette. The figure was made from the bone of the rare and mighty Egethus, a beast that roams Planet Frieza – prized for their gargantuan teeth. The mini-statue itself was of the Prince himself, perfectly carved and presenting him in all his glory. The changeling smirked, pausing for a second as all his accomplishments filtered through his mind. It happened every time he’d look upon this memento… this token.

His first kill, again, was brought to the surface. His father’s guard should never have taken away his prized toy. The changeling’s deadly hands soon made short work of his neck and face. Suddenly, a skip of 50 years or so saw him at the helm of an impressive Empire, one that harnessed the power of the largest private army in the galaxy.

And then the day he killed all the Saiyans in his employ… what an event. It was a date forever scarring his heart and mind. That day, thanks to Vega and Orvas (Frieza’s most prized Saiyan warriors), he’d lost everything. Android 25 had been brought to his ship and, upon seeing their Saiyan comrades perish; the two monkeys set the machine upon Frieza, draining all his strengths. The bastards perished for their misdeeds, of course; Vega there and then, Orvas some years later.

It then took a further three years for Frieza to reach his current power level… still a mere 20% of what it once was.

The changeling tugged at the statuette, the figure easily giving way as a side panel opened wide, revealing a steep stairwell. Frieza descended eagerly, hoping that his treasures were still where they should be.

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"A warrior of fire came and ravaged the land, sire. He and his armies sieged us for months until a year had passed..." the minion said as he gasped in pain, the sounds of his breaths exiting into the air echoed as he coughed. Frieza was not a large changeling, many were not in their first form. But he was deadly, making every limb a lethal weapon, much like a saiyan. But was shocked the Saiyan Commander the most was the ease of muscles that flexed in Frieza’s hands that made the man choke, it looked as if he wasn’t even tightening his hand. Raditz cocked his head slightly to the side as he smiled. If he could get on this man’s good side, then he would be bound for power, its just what he needed. With that his smile slowly began to fade as he thought on the voice of the man, warrior of fire? There was rumored to be a flame warrior that went around burning towns and cities, had he came to Planet Frieza? Did he even leave? Or was it all just some false story? It was all something that could be true, but he wanted the truth, just as much as Frieza did.

There were moments that were passing, the silence of it all grew awkward as Raditz looked at the Changeling Prince. His eyes slowly looked over him, he was deep in thought, easily anyone could tell of it. But something was different about this thought, it was not a painful thought, it was nice to the prince. Raditz crossed his arms over his broad chest, his biceps flexing as his hand laid across of them. His heart beat slowly echoed into the air as he looked at the skin of the man turning slightly purple, from lack of air. It was nothing that shouldn’t have happened, but still the strength of the grip of Frieza was amazing, much stronger than he thought. But still his mind was on curious mood. Everything at the moment he was standing and watching, planning ahead, that is why he was a Commander of the Saiyan Army. If he wasn’t thinking ahead then he would be a normal warrior, no, he was smarter. A cocky grin plastered across his face as he thought ahead, his plan was going to work, he just needed a moment to prove himself to the Lord of Changelings.

“You,” he motioned to the long haired Saiyan, “stand guard and make sure no one else enters this place. I have a few things I need to collect.” He then turned to the other minion, “I’m disappointed in you, really – are you last one left?”

He nodded in fear as he looked at his master, “yes, my Lord.”

“Then they all died?”

There was another nod from the man as he looked to the person with shock.

“I see…” Frieza, with lightning speed movements and not a pause of thought, tore through the servant. His tail was wrapped around his waist then with a squeeze the organs were visible.There were organs that were spuming from the mouth and eyes of the man. Blood dripping down his limp body as he fell to the ground. Frieza glanced over to Raditz, slowly wiping the bits of organs from his face, “don’t worry – I only do that to the useless idiots… we’ll discuss when I return, Saiyan, all you want.” Then with that Raditz did exactly as told, just turned his back and stood guard....



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The icy battlefield was completely silent, all one could hear was the sizzle from flames evaporating the snow. Two figures were standing before each other, one of them laying on all fours, purple blood splattering on the ground. Janix was the one standing, his whole body looked unscathed, he hadn't taken any damage. This changeling had been like the others, a lot of icing, not much cake. Janix had taken care of him in a matter of minutes, less if he hadn't toyed as much with him.

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"So listen, this is how its going to go, Mr?" said Janix waiting for the changeling to give out his name.

"For you, its Lord Retsu," replied the changeling, summoning a deep voice. "I will not tolerate more of this insolence."

Janix giggled. He knew what this changeling was, he wasn't part of royalty. The young saiyan had been in Frieza enough to know who was who, and he had yet to meet one of these 'royal' changelings, all these he had met were rouges.

"Stop it, just stop it. Don't act all high and mighty. I know what you are," Janix blurted out with much disgust "you aren't what you pose yourself to be. I've beaten quite a few of you rogue changelings before, quite easily in fact. You act as if you are creme de la creme, but you're shit. Only reason you're still alive is because you can help me. So lets make this nice and easy, and you tell me what I want, or else face the consequences... Your choice."

The comments stung a nerve on the changeling, a heavy expresion lay upon his face. "I've had it!" With that said he lunged forward towards Janix. Maybe for an average warrior his speed might have been honorable of mention, but for Janix, it wasn't all that hard to deal with. With a quick motion with his head, he avoided a blow that came at him, countering the attack with a heavy punch to Retsu's gut, causing him to fall onto the ground on all fours, coughing up blood.

"Told you so, you don't want to end like these guys do you?" Janix said with a smirk spread through his face, indicating all of his deceased subordinates.


"Here we are," said Janix as he sat down in front of the wounded Retsu "don't be stupid, don't fight a battle you cannot win. You can hate me afterwards, use that anger to push you forward and then come after me. But for now, conserve your life and help me out." Silence followed and Janix knew this meant Retsu had accepted defeat. "Good. I'm looking for a saiyan, much like me in some aspects. Silver colored hair and eyes, an elemental ki user? An ice master? Any idea?" Janix inquired.

More silence followed. 'Tch... This one can't help me either.'

"Leave, while you still live," Janix roared as he began to pace sideways.

He wasn't getting results, he had tried very hard these last couple of days and he just wasn't getting what he wanted! It was quite frustrating, he knew he wasn't going to have it easy, but it still plucked his nerves as he didn't get what he wanted. Air began to constrict inside of him, his flames began to rise and crackle. Retsu seeing what was coming next took his leave, fleeing with all his might. Next, the young saiyan let out the constricted air with all his force, roaring in frustration. The ki let out was such that the ground began to rumble and an orange aura flared around him, his flames raging on.

The battlefield lay clean as every corpse was blown away by the force of his ki. Janix began to breathe heavily as the sudden burst of ki took its toll. 'Fuck.' Janix thought. He remembered Perfect Harmony once more, and calmed himself. He wasn't going to give up yet, Genji was living still and he knew this for a fact. The memory of the namekian Drake came to him once more.

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"Your friend needs you. Why did you let him go alone?" Drake told Janix

This comment struck a tough nerve on Janix. 'Fuck this guy, I will force him to tell him what he knows.' Hot blood began to rapidly flood through Janix's body, the anger ignited his flames of ki. These flames though were a bit different, they were not the usual calm pure flames Janix usually bred. These were more hectic and dark, they were bred by all the anger he had unleashed. His usual flames were bright and had a fiery orange; these were more a blood red.

"You will regret your fucking comment." Janix said before blasting forward

He shot himself with a speed he never had showed before, the aggressiveness of the flames contributed to this. It is said that a saiyan shows his full force when anger is on his side.

The namekian didn't change his positioning, he was planning to take the blow all the way, Janix obviously had the complete upper hand in terms of powerlevel. "There's no point in fighting back, I know I can't win." Drake said

Janix punched the namek with all his strength, so much that Drake went flying backwards. He crashed into the wall and left his body imprinted into it. The blow had been pretty hard and had resulted in Drake coughing up blood, but still he possessed the calm expression as before.

Janix began to walk towards where Drake was, he grabbed the namek with both hands and brought him forwards. "I'm sorry that I'm not sorry, this is my job," Janix said before he proceeded to punch the alien countless times before smashing him into the ground. More blood came gushing through Drake's mouth. Janix didn't need to see anymore of this suffering. He extended one of his arms and fingers, until they were straight. He planned on using it as a blade of sorts. With one swift movement he cleaved through Drake's heart. He heard the namek make a little squeal of pain, but still bared his calmness as if he had foreseen this was going to happen. Janix could see the life being sucked out of him rapidly.

With the lasts of his strength he said "Worry not Janix, he is out there..." With that, the namekian was gone. Janix sat there in the pool of blood he had caused, thinking how he had just eliminated his only possible source of information. He felt a bit of calmness and reassurance since he knew his friend was out there, however.


This dark memory plunged into his sub conscious was why he reminded himself of perfect harmony, his closest lead to where Genji was had been lost because of his emotions, he had been driven by anger. "This journey doesn't end now, I will find you, Genji," Janix thought out loud before flying off, searching for another changeling to juice out information from.

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The changeling returned to reality, gasping for air as though he'd been suffocated. He gave the stone a wary look, shoving it into a nearby pouch. The changeling continued his search for the prized sword he savoured so, trying desperately to remember just where he’d hidden the damn thing.

After muttering and cursing toward himself, Frieza finally came upon something useful. Laid upon a large, flat-topped crate were rolled up scrolls. They were abnormally long, barely resting atop the crate. The Prince unravelled the dusty documents to affirm his suspicions.

The ‘scrolls’ were in fact schematics for his two military craft; the impressive ‘Superior’ and the warship ‘Vespid’. Each schematic was criss-crossed with lines, insignia and descriptions of various details, casting Frieza’s mind back to the moments when he personally oversaw their construction. What marvellous craft he had commandeered in his time!

There was a small data message resting beneath the unravelled schematics. Frieza fumbled around with the small device until his finally activated it. Placing the display cube atop the crate, holographic images of the craft rotated in glorious fashion before the Prince. Followed by a short piece of information on their storage locations, the changeling tucked the info into his pouch, moving on for the main treasure he’d been scouting for.

Deeper and deeper Frieza stumbled into the chamber, batting aside any useless ‘treasures’, coins scattering helplessly to the floor, or random jewels cast aside. The searching royal was forced to maintain an orb of ki in his palms to continue further. He would not rest till the damn weapon was held firmly in his grasp.

Pausing for a short moment he wondered if that Saiyan had wandered off somewhere or still held his post. A sudden, heavy thud from above meant there was certainly some fighting going on top-side.

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Raditz looked form his left to his right, his eyes constantly scanning over the horizon as he crossed his arms over his broad chest. His muscles tightened then slowly began to relax as the sound of the snow blasting against the windows howled. His heart beat was slow, steady, his head moved around slowly as he moved to the beat of his heart. His thick hair swaying back and forth with each swift movement his skull made. His eyes were cold, water dripping down from the corners as they frosted over. The ice like water was rough on the skin, digging into the flesh as it slid down his checks. The Saiyan Commander hated the cold, it was the worse thing in the universe, and here he stood on the planet of ice itself. How things were able to survive on this land, only Kami knew, none the less, Raditz was not a happy saiyan.

With a large breath exhaled from his chest, his vapors visible to the eye, he puffed out a large sigh. There he stood alone, just as the Lord of the Changelings wanted, his arms steady, heart beat steady, head at a constant motion. He was rather bored in fact, there was no much that he could do instead of stand there and wait for the Changeling Lord to come back from his hunt. His eyes slowly closed as he released his arms from each other. They uncrossed quickly, then the fist rested quickly against each other. With a quick push the knuckles popped with a loud echo. Snow wiped around him from the force of the quick blow. With a cocky smile plastered across his face as he moved slowly toward the door, his hand wiped off the remainder of the snow that covered the window was his skin grew pink with the cold.

Off in the distance, under the chilling wind and bursting snow, stood a man. He was around six foot, looked to be around three hundred pounds though. He was a massive man, gut as big as Raditz’s ego. With a cocky smile plastered across the face of the warrior, he began to walk forward, his ki flickering into the air with each step. Raditz crossed his arms back over his chest as he moved slowly over to the front door. Finally, something that he could do! His chiseled face was calm, and other than his wicked smile it was smooth. His right foot slowly lifted into the air as he launched his leg forward. There under the cover of the snow, and with all his power placed behind it, the door flung off the wall. Raditz laughed under his breath as the large chunk of man fell to the frosted ground.

There was a short grunt of anger as the warrior stood to his feet. His eyes flashed with raged as he steadied himself onto one knee. His left arm quickly pushed against the door that rested against his body, then with a swift movement he knocked it off his body. There was a loud thud, loud enough for the Prince to hear down in the treasure room, that echoed off into the distance. Raditz smiled as he motioned with his hand quickly, ”bring it.” Raditz yelled at the man as he cocked back his right hand. Then it was go time...

The man rushed forward with top speed, his fist flew into the air even faster. It was hard at first to predict the moves of the man, but he grew sloppy, throwing the same punches over and over again. Raditz laughed as he moved from left to right, dodging ever attack that came his way. There was a huge amount of time that could have been saved if he just killed the man, but he wanted to toy with the warrior first. His right elbow shot upwards as it crashed into the chin of the Mammoth Man, his face plastered with a cocky grin looked down onto him as he moved back once more. Raditz then continued to taunt the man, telling him to once again ‘bring it’, which, did not fail, the man charged. This time time was a bit different, he threw a left punch, then followed up with a right kick. Enough speed in it to catch the Saiyan Commander off guard for only a moment. With that blow crushing into his ribs he grew angry. His fist launched forward at top speed as it crashed into the face of the man. Blood ran down his knuckles as he smiled, licking it off his cracked skin.

”Why are you here, you pathetic worm.” Raditz said slowly as his hand slowly began to shake with anticipation to kill the man.

”To finish what the Saiyan of the Flames started!” Raditz shook his head slowly as he lifted his leg into the air. The man’s voice was deep... but his scream of terror and pain was high pitched. Raditz laughed as he brought down his foot, but aimed it so it would not land on him. ”Okay okay! Fine! I’m here to kill Frieza, there is a bounty on him, first to kill him and finish what the Saiyan of the Flames started gets one million zeni! I swear! I figured I could just come here and blow it up, then go claim my reward! There is nothing more I swear!” The man said as he shook in fear, his hands raised slightly as if Raditz was going to hurt him.

”Oh, don’t be afraid of me, I’m sure you heard of the legends... Be afraid of what Lord Frieza is going to do to you when he finds out why you are here....” Raditz said as he slowly pointed to the corps that rested on the ground covered in red snow. ”You won’t like him when he’s angry... And that was because that man was the only one living... You came to kill him... “ Raditz yelled as he crossed his arms and laughed, then with a swift movement he snapped the legs of the man, just so he couldn’t run....



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There, Frieza saw it. His eyes lay on his prize, shimmering delicately in the pale darkness. The purple orb of Ki shone in all radiance over its opaque, pale blue form. At first glance one would not suspect such a piece to be a weapon of sorts – if anything it looked more like a decoration someone would have held above their fireplace.

The sword of that felled witch was propped against a wall in an abused fashion, to the extent that Frieza felt sick for leaving it in such a state. He couldn’t have thrown it down here himself, could he? No… Slowly, past events were feeding into his mind.

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A sickening taste grew at the back of Frieza’s throat as he watched Liquea approach Tapion, the traitor in their midst. This entire campaign had gone so smoothly, only to discover that this bastard had been hiding in plain sight. Perhaps more irritating to Frieza was that this Canoness knew of his betrayal from the very beginning. Was it so wise to allow him into our highest ranks?

Regardless, the final battle was upon them – Frieza imagined himself slaying down The Alliance, or Legion of Syn, but no. He was in a bitter battle with Tapion, assisting this mad woman. Their bodies writhed in powerful energies, amounts that surpassed Frieza’s own. His insignificance began to grow upon him, urging him to depart the battleground and surround himself with those far weaker than he.

Thick auras lapped at the air, curling and expunging from their empowered beings. Frieza’s jealousy grew by the second, watching as they soon came to clashes. The changeling’s eyes shone, lighting up brighter than the day was gay – there before him lay a most beautiful site.

No, it wasn’t Tapion.

The Canoness had unsheathed something of pure splendour. He’d seen it a few times via telecomm but in a real battle it riled up feelings of wonder and awe, amounts that Frieza had never imagined he’d succumb to. At first it seemed to have the appearance of a shortened blade or spear – perhaps a weapon used in jousting. However, as Liquea squeezed at the central handle, encased in a ring of whatever substance it was cast from, the weapon seemed to transform.

With a mighty, metallic ring the sword extended, twisting and spiralling as it awoke from slumber. The handle too expanded, as did her matching shield – swirling and growing far larger. Before 2 seconds could pass by the motion was done. In that time these weapons had near trebled their capabilities.

Frieza began to wonder if Tapion really stood some chance against this woman…


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The Prince released a shallow, stifled cough. It was certainly dusty in the depths of these sealed chambers. He made a mental note to have someone clean it.

Stealing the blade, Frieza turned on his heel, navigating the horrid maze that was his unorganised treasure trove. The coins, rubies and sapphires? He paid no heed to them – he’d come for all he needed right now. Anything else of use could easily be bought somewhere else.

The changeling soon neared the stairwell that lead to his personal quarters, the muffled sound of shouting and violence continued – perhaps the bastard who’d wrecked his palace had returned and Raditz was dealing with him. The Prince sighed – it would have been far wiser to employ people with this Saiyan’s strength, unlike those lackeys who could just about lift a crate.

Frieza came out to the open corridor, looking upon the substantial collapse of a wall and doorway. An overly large man seemed to be at battle with Raditz. A surprising scene, no less.

”Why are you here, you pathetic worm?” Raditz questioned, his hands raised in some anticipation – was he to kill this fat bastard?

”To finish what the Saiyan of the Flames started!” Raditz sighed, shaking his head in dissatisfaction. He soon raised his foot in a threatening manner; evidently he’d already taught this man a lesson whilst Frieza was below, hunting around. ”Okay okay! Fine! I’m here to kill Frieza,” Frieza’s eyes suddenly shot open with interest. This fool was here to kill him? “There is a bounty on him, first to kill him and finish what the Saiyan of the Flames started gets one million zeni! I swear! I figured I could just come here and blow it up, then go claim my reward! There is nothing more I swear!” The man rambled on shaking in terror, his chubby, grimed hands rose to defend his face, cowering into the floor.

”Oh, don’t be afraid of me, I’m sure you heard of the legends... Be afraid of what Lord Frieza is going to do to you when he finds out why you are here....” The changeling grinned at this fact. Proud that Raditz had already learned so well, he began to approach now, watching as the Saiyan rightfully pointed to the remains of his last minion. ”You won’t like him when he’s angry... And that was because that man was the only one living... You came to kill him...” Raditz was soon spouting fits of laughter, cracking the fat fool’s legs so that he couldn’t run from his fate. Rightly so, too…

That’s enough, Raditz,” Frieza barked from behind. He stood beside the tall Saiyan, “you’ve done a good job. I’m impressed, actually. Remind me to hire you later on…” His eyes swivelled over to the cowering man, sparkling in evil delight at the torture that was soon to come. Frieza grew so excited he went as far to lick his lips – it had been so long since he’d done that.

I heard your poor confession, you sad little man. Now I need you tell me who this Saiyan of Flames is and where I can find him!” Frieza’s pointed fingers barely managed to squeeze at his fat protected neck, but he managed nonetheless.

I don’t know, I swear!

Frieza soon lifted the bastard up, replacing his hand with his tail and giving him much more height and leverage. Using his free hands now, he soon gripped onto the crying males fingers.

I’ll ask you again… who is he and where can I find him?!

I don’t know!” he cried, insisting his innocence. However, one should know that, when Frieza is the judge, he too is the jury and executioner. Innocence is never a factor. With a sharp, feisty tug, three of the chubby fingers were soon tossed across the courtyard, leaving a spattered trail of red fluid as they went. Intense screaming continued; as did a pool of crimson red begin to form. In fact, Frieza could see little ice crystals begin to form amidst the freezing temperatures.

Do you value the rest of your digits?” Frieza queried, maintaining his composed, absent nature.

Okay… I’ll tell you what I know!” Frieza’s brow raised in interest. “I don’t know where he is right now but… he is short with fiery hair, almost like a blaze itself…” the man was visibly struggling, what with the mangled hand and choking neck.

I need more information!” Frieza spat, clenching his hand now on the bastards wrist.

He rallied up a small movement some months back, demanding a fall to Royal Changeling rule over the planet – he then came to the mansion and demolished the entire place…

I don’t remember any of this… shouldn’t I?

Well,” he shook his head, “some of the people who returned mentioned they hadn’t seen you at all – they guessed you’d fled…

Really?” he snickered, gently lowering the fatty to the floor, “how hilarious…” sarcasm grew rampant through his words.

Now please, let me go…” he was nearly bawling now.

Oh, you can go.” Frieza agreed, sinister lips slapped right across his face. A sudden, short movement from his hand left it pressed open against the rounded sphere that was his victims head, “to hell!” The Prince released an explosive wave of Ki, engulfing the man and his overly large build, soon leaving nothing but his lower, mangled half and the three, frozen fingers that lay in the courtyard.

Let’s go,” he ordered swiftly, turning on heel and expecting Raditz in tow.


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“That’s enough, Raditz,” Lord Frieza spat from behind the Saiyan Titan. Raditz looked slowly to his side as he looked at the Changeling Lord, “you’ve done a good job. I’m impressed, actually. Remind me to hire you later on…” Frieza said with a slight grin plastered across his chilling face. Then slowly, as the glint in his eye grew, his lips moistened themselves by a small lick that moved around then carefully. His eyes were locked on the man, a chilling grin still on his face as the cowering bastard tried to shuffle back against the wall. “I heard your poor confession, you sad little man. Now I need you tell me who this Saiyan of Flames is and where I can find him!” Frieza said as gripped the neck of the man, slowly begging to choke the life out of him.

”I don’t know I swear!” The fat warrior said as he kicked slightly to struggle for freedom. How Raditz wanted to finish the man off, end his life where he stood. It would have been a calming to his lust for blood, but he needed to let the lord of the changelings finish the job and get what he needed to get. But there was still that small side inside his head that told him how he could take the Changeling Prince, but he knew that would not go over well, how if he tired, he would truly be destroyed.

Suddenly, with the swift movement the man was lifted off the ground, but not by much. Frieza was not the tallest of the changeling people, but most in their first form were not tall. But what he didn’t have in size he made up for in power. The Lord of the Changelings wrapped his tail around the neck of the fat man slowly. his right hand lifted as he gripped the overly fat fingers of the man, a sadistic look in his eyes.

“I’ll ask you again… who is he and where can I find him?!” Frieza asked the man as his hand tightened around the fingers. The man’s face twisted in pain, but the only words that he spoke were ‘I don’t know’, it was a wrong choice of words for the man. For with a violent motion the three fingers that were gripped in the powerful hands of the mighty lord were tossed to the ground. A trail of blood followed slowly behind as it rested in a pile of snow. Raditz smiled as he crossed his arms over his chest, just in time to hear the Lord of Changelings once again open his mouth to speak. “Do you value the rest of your digits?” The Lord had quite the vocabulary, it was impressive in a way. But that seemed to get results.

“Okay… I’ll tell you what I know!”Then at the same moment both Frieza and Raditz lifted their brow. “I don’t know where he is right now but… he is short with fiery hair, almost like a blaze itself…” Raditz chuckled under his breath slowly as the struggle of the man continued, could he not see there was no way he could get out of the grip?

“I need more information!” The Changeling Prince said as he moved his grip from the fingers to the wrist of the man.

“He rallied up a small movement some months back, demanding a fall to Royal Changeling rule over the planet – he then came to the mansion and demolished the entire place…” The man still struggled, it was sad, but still Raditz watched, and remained quiet.

“I don’t remember any of this… shouldn’t I?” The Changeling Lord quickly replied as he looked at the man in a bit of confusion.

“Well,” he shook his head, “some of the people who returned mentioned they hadn’t seen you at all – they guessed you’d fled…”

“Really?” There was suddenly a low giggle from the Lord of the Changelings, then he slowly began to lower the fat ass to the ground, “how hilarious…” His tone of voice was clear, he did not like the words that came from the fat unlucky bastard.

“Now please, let me go…” Tears slowly dripped from the eyes of the man as he looked toward Raditz, but all the saiyan commander did is laugh, his lungs extending with each booming chuckled the echoed into the air. The sound of the man’s tears slowly beginning to crystallize sounded off as he smiled with pleasure.

“Oh, you can go.” Frieza said in a half mocking tone of the man, his eyes not moving from the eyes of the fatty. Then suddenly, almost to quick for the Saiyan Commander to see, a ball of ki was charged into the open palm of the Lord, and trusted upwards to the face of the fat bastard. “To hell!” Then as quick as he spoke the entire place exploded. Dust blew the long hair of the saiyan commander backwards as he crossed his arms over his chest. His eyes narrowed as the dust smacked him in the face. Then slowly it died down, the image of the Prince standing unharmed grew outlined from the snow as his voice echoed into the air.

“Let’s go...”

”yes sir.” Raditz said as he slowly began to follow the Lord of Changelings. His feet moved through the thick snow as his hair dragged slowly behind. There was a direction that he needed to go, but as for where and what was the full reason, he did not know fully.



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Frieza’s eyes struggled through the blizzard that gripped his planet. Tormenting winds, howling through the valleys, failed to find an end. The air was rife with snow, and not that kind one enjoys on a blissful winters day. It was the snow nobody liked- wet, hard and grimy. The changeling marched on forward, however, unhindered by the relentless weather. It was a part of his character and he wouldn’t be put down by it.

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“Stand down, you fool!” her voice bellowed over the sparse explosions and crackling fires. Frieza stood in awe at the woman. Liquea looked upon Tapion with eyes of pure fire and disgust. It made little to no sense to the changeling. This entire war was close to ending and yet she was now to pick a fight with this fighter? Delusion appeared to run rife in the minds of the mad and wicked – yet Liquea had always established an aura of respect, sensibility and control about her. How could she suddenly come spiralling out of control from her once proud status to this pitiful moment.

“I shan’t take any demands from you, Liquea,” Tapion murmured with a gruelling, bitter snarl for good measure. “Your false conquest ends here! No longer shall you unite brother against brother; world against world; species against species…”

Frieza’s mind could barely cope with the warping situation. Had this woman lied to him this entire time?

“Then your fate lies with them!” she barked in harsh denouncement, motioning to the pile of the dead with her free hand.

The air grew thin and icy as though the entire world knew this moment had come. This one event in time and space had been destined to unfold and now it was happening before Frieza’s very eyes. One thought crossed his intelligence, however.

Why had he not seen this coming?

In the Temple of the Elements, at the point when the future had become known to Frieza, why was it that this specific event failed to pop up in any of the descriptions? Every possibly event that Frieza had read came to pass or had already happened. The thought of a stone-based fate still sent chills of fear down his spine – it was not the paranormal that evoked horror in his mind, but the idea of a lack of control over his own life…


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The changeling let out an audible sigh at the recurrence of that memory and yet… that same chill failed to find itself upon his spine as it did every occasion. Perhaps this year of hibernation, this year of non-existence had cut Frieza from the umbilical that was fate. The Prince then posed another theory – something must have happened before his burial that countered the events that were once set in stone. It was just a shame he couldn’t quite gather all his memories.

Ahead lay a warming, orange glow. At first thought the small royal assumed it to be a late dusk, but it was far too early for that. It was only dark and overcast because of the torrential weather. Soon the sounds of crying, screaming and the last moments of the dying could be heard. This was the cause for some alarm – if Frieza was not the one causing the acts of terror than who dare encroach upon his world and inflict the pain in his stead?

As Frieza picked up speed, running into flight, he topped the steep hill and looked upon the shell of what was once a thriving city. Towers were engulfed in living infernos, the ground was scorched and entire buildings lay in discarded ruins. The scene was reminiscent of a child’s unwanted play set.

A sudden blast wave set off, Frieza’s eyes clocking it’s location with speed, the Prince soon set off in its direction.




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Cooler sat upon his chair, surrounded by the eerie silence of his metallic room. The room devoid of anything colourful, or something that could distract with emotional entanglements. The room was darkened and simply had his soft metallic chair, and a digital computer, which flickered with various lights. This was but one room amongst many in the changeling’s base, and it was rather a unique design.

The design was envisioned by Cooler himself, and envisaged a part of his personality within the project. It was nestled between a valley of two large icy cliffs, protected by a valley of crystallized shards, which protruded from the cold ground. It was shaped almost like a dome, and snow settled upon its metallic shine, giving it even more cover, as it seemed to blend into its surroundings. The base was constructed by Cooler for the simple purpose of being able to train, without the distractions that royal life could sometimes bring.

He was never the face man or the front man as his brother and father were. The changeling prince was happy being in the back, the shadow. Opting to be the quieter one, and judge things from afar. He did the least amount of work required when it came to trade deals, and basically only ever earned enough with his deals to satisfy his own means. Yet the prince was far from being totally self orientated. Cooler actually earned the respect of his underling’s and people of the royal family, since he seemed to be more caring towards his own kind. It became a known fact amongst the common people, that if Cooler were ever to take the throne of planet Frieza, the lives of the changeling species would become ten times better.

Cooler grew up alongside other changeling’s who also were part of the royal family, and also grew up amongst the competition of it all. Changeling’s had a strong survive mentality, and the changeling warrior was forced at the age of 30, to defend himself in a battle to the death with a distant changeling cousin. These kinds of conditions made a person hardened to the world, but each changeling came out at the end different. Cooler seemed to keep his moral compass intact, if not slightly squad. The prince cared for his people and his planet, more so then many other changelings’s who were princes before. But if you were of another race, Cooler had been known to be harsh and cold towards them. And it was known by many, at least throughout Frieza, that the young prince could not bare saiyans. People always wondered where this distain came from, and there were many rumours as to why.

The changeling had tired of the political wish wash that was his family’s duty, and had always taken a back seat. Feeling that he would focus on his own training, rather than being some form of diplomat, something his father always hated. The king always knew he had potential, but Cooler just never seemed to want to even try, the thought of all the talk made him rather bored. He watched as his brother, Frieza, became the golden child. Doing everything in his power to ensure he would become the next in line for the throne. Cooler had worked alongside Frieza a few times, but since they were both the offspring of the king, the levels of competitive just drove Cooler mad. A day could not go by without the pair nearly destroying each other rather than the enemy. And this is why his father declared an edict, something that the people would see as official.

The changeling prince was given control of in world diplomacy and technology construction, while Frieza was given charge of the military and finance structure. Of course Frieza having command of the military and finance put him in a league above Cooler, but the prince did not care. He saw it as a good thing, and as the years went on, Cooler became more and more distant to the royal family and their military campaigns. Of course he could not avoid them all, and the changeling had been ordered to fight in a couple of wars, actually earning the respect of one unit when opting to save some changeling villagers, rather than call it collateral damage.

It was mostly the simple changeling, the working class, who looked up to Cooler, and if it was up to citizenry vote, he would probably be up for lead. But it wasn’t run that way, and as the years passed, Frieza's reputation became known even more and he ruled by fear and power. The two only ever spoke when it was totally necessary, as both were basically two totally different sides of one coin.
Cooler had built his base to work on his training, and used the funds to declare it a ‘Hyper technology advancement centre’. Something which was a lie, but not entirely. The changeling warrior used the base as a hide out, but also did have a section where he had scientists working on various items and products, mainly to use for himself, or to help the planet of Frieza.

It was a few years after the completion of the dome building he had constructed, that on the eve of the end of one of Frieza’s wars, word reached the royal family that Frieza had gone missing. At first people simply thought there must have been a bigger picture behind it and remained rather calm. His brother had people in place to command various aspects of the large military fleet, but as time passed and Frieza was not found after some time, the structure began to fall apart.
Commanders who were in charge of large fleets began to turn on each other, each scrapping away at who would be the one to take the power, brother turned against brother. A callous fight broke out which nearly decimated the entire Frezian fleet, all the while it was as if Cooler watched on. But he indeed was watching on, with great curiosity, for he knew that nobody under Frieza’s command was strong enough to beat him. Cooler would watch the fleet come down in destruction, and have his father and the people watch as everything the ‘great and feared Frieza’ had built, came crashing down.

It wasn’t long until the fleet had a winner, and during the process of the scrap for warlord commander, nearly %70 of the Frezian forces, had been killed. Word reached the royal family and this new warlord who had taken the fleet was given proper title, to give at least some balance back to the planet. It was at this time that the people began to demand Cooler came and take his rightful place; they did not want to be ruled by someone not of royal blood.

The prince, after watching everything Frieza built, be destroyed, happily came and took his place and was titled the new commander of the Friezan military. The warlord stepped down, as Coolers power became known quiet quickly, after he had to make a few examples. But it was also known that at the point of Frieza’s death, he was nearly 10 times the power that Cooler was. Indeed the years not spent warring like his brother, had held him back in the department of growth.
Preparations began to rebuild the army and again get stability back to the people, who were quietly happy that the ‘fair’ prince as he was known took the throne. But before any real constructions could happen, the planet was unexpectantely attacked. A fiery haired warrior led them, and it was filled with followers who wanted the blood of Frieza. Being so unprepared and in ruins as the army was, they stood no chance against this warrior, who began destruction of the planet and all of its major cities.

Cooler, being not as powerful as Frieza, was not prepared to defeat this fiery haired warrior and was nearly killed when a battle took place over the defence of Frieza’s mansion, which were now Coolers. Luckily before the prince could be destroyed, he was rescued by two of his loyal underlings and brought to his hideout to recover. It took about 2 months for the prince to awaken, as he was so badly beaten that it put him into a comma.

When the prince awoke, it seems that the army had broken out into small pockets of resistance fighting, and the prince once again declared himself known to have the army rally behind him. But the soldiers who remained were hardened warriors, those who fought at Frieza’s side, and had no respect for Cooler. As he prince struggled to reclaim the remnants of his title, the destruction of his planet by this fiery haired warrior continued.

The changeling warrior had been searching for this warrior, gathering the men who followed him and making surprise attacks on small outposts that these warriors had made on planet Frieza. Over the next few months, it became a sort of guerrilla warfare as each faction battled over ground made, then lost again. Each side keeping their leaders well protected. Cooler being for the resistance fighters, and the mysterious fiery haired warrior for the enemy’s side.

Cooler sat in the dark room, memories of times when he used to fly around the planet and admire its beauty flooding his thoughts. He did feel a sense of guilt about the current state the planet was in, and thought that if he hadn’t let the stupid rivalry between him and his brother get the best of him, they may still have that beautiful scenery. But it was filled now with blood, fighting and the battle between allegiances of the people. It was a double edged sword for the people of Frieza. Most couldn’t leave for lack of funds of any form of transport, and those that survived made settlements, usually in the worst temperature areas, in hopes they would be left alone. But they were not, they were either attacked or enslaved by the fiery leader and it’s men, or had to join Cooler and would be killed anyway, for helping the resistance. It had truly been a brutal and bloody year.

The prince sat in his room, as the sound of digital beeping from the computer rang out. Cooler sat there, looking at the screen as his thoughts trailed, expecting the call to come through about any information from his men out in the field. He wished he had been fighting with them, but at this stage of the attack, they either needed someone far more powerful, or a lot more men. And they simply didn’t have any of them, even with Cooler’s newly found transformation; it wasn’t enough to go against the power he felt before. As much as he hated to admit it, he needed Frieza back.

The screen rang red as it bleeped on the screen.

**BLEEP BLEEP****BLEEP BLEEP**

The changeling launched himself forward, pressing the button for the incoming call as he waited expectantly. “Lord Cooler, Lieutenant Brando. A large explosion on a sector 5 settlement has been picked up by our scanners. We’ve sent men to investigate, but we sense two large energy readings also closing in. Requesting your presence sir!” . The voice came through from an outpost that had been set up. The planet’s surface had been split into different sections, labelling safe zones and areas which had been resettled. One actually not too far from Cooler’s sector had gone off, and the prince was curious who these two energy readings could be. Did the fiery warrior have reinforcements?[/], he thought to himself. Either way he needed to get there, and he stood up walking to a bench, and sliding on his self crafted armour, which had been coloured to fit the colour of his skin.

The prince placed the scouter over his eye and headed out to make his way to the cargo exit. On the way through he gave out a command to his most trusted underling, “Call cell team 3 and tell them to bring in a hover tank to sector 5. I know it will be late, but just tell them, the sooner the better” . The loyal underling nodded and gave a salute as he ran off towards the beeping computer unit to start issuing the command. The changeling warrior, focused his eyes as he reached outside and blasted off into the air.

As the changeling flew through the blizzard winds, his newly developed visor kept the small shards of ice from getting in, something which helped a lot. The only downside to that for Cooler was it obscured colours, so he couldn’t enjoy the sometimes magical rainbows that reflected from the icy surface into the sky. But it was definitely no time to be thinking of rainbows, as his scouter began beeping and picking up the readings. There certainly was something up at the town, and whatever it was, it had just used a large amount of energy. The prince pointed his toes as his hands clenched beside himself and he blasted off at top speed and his aura flourished a wild purple around him, maxing his power level.

It didn’t take long for the prince to reach the settlement, and when he did his eyes narrowed and he grit his teeth. Cooler saw the flaming wreckage and rubble of a recently destroyed settlement, with the littered snow of charred corpses, and even some people had been impaled against their igloo homes. These kinds of scenes the changeling had become used to, but even so, it still angered him to his very core. The prince infuriated, pressed a button on the side of his scouter, trying to pick up where the energy readings had gone. All he picked up was some low level energy readings coming from a distance behind him, obviously the team sent to investigate. And the reading that was picked up before must have been just from the after math of whichever attack was used here.

The prince clenched his fist in anger, looking around at the destruction which he was so angry he couldn’t stop. When his scouter again bleeped, this time picking up something coming in from up ahead, and it was coming in fast. The prince narrowed his eyes as the energy reading started to come in, preparing himself for the would be criminal to appear. The investigative warrior’s were probably still a few minutes off, so whoever was coming, Cooler would finally be able to meet this energy reading. And whoever it was, was going to have to answer some questions, especially considering the scene that was before them.

Cooler’s power level was maxed out at its peak, and his head was narrowed on the direction of the incoming power level. He waited patiently, floating in the wind as it blew around him. The flames below, bellowing up and illuminating the battlefield around.



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The cold winds slowly began to pick up as Raditz walked beside the Prince of Changelings. His heart beat slowly pounding against his chest as the blood forced its way through his veins. The stinging breeze mixed with the chilling snow, landing against his now pale white skin, sent shivers down his spine as the thick saiyan skin shrank together, causing little bumps to appear on his skin. His breath shivered out of his throat as his lungs collapsed together. His eyes began to dry themselves out from the stinging wind. With each step he took his mind began to drift off, to the past where he was once Oozaru Black Ops. Something he tried not to fully think about.

*flashback*

The Commander of the Oozaru Black Ops heart beat echoed into the air as he moved silently down the green fields of the resting planet. Raditz, with a few men following close behind, were on a mission strictly given to them by the King of Saiyans himself. His breaths grew silent as he moved down the fields, his feet slowly brushing against the tall emerald green grass. His heart beat growing softer as he rested in a slow constant movement. With moments passing and the time drawing close to a end, his hand slowly lifted, ordering the men behind him to stop. With that slow movement all the men stopped dead in their tracks.

Raditz looked ahead, to scan for any enemies that rested ahead, but all was calm. Two fingers extended from his fist as he pointed left and then right, the four men separating in two paths as he crept up the middle. His head moved from left to right as he waited for the men to get into position. With his heart beat steady, his eyes scanning the horizon, and the men in position he smiled softly to himself. All was going well, better than usual. Ki began to flicker around his hands as he waited for all the others to do the same. Then as the moment sprung, the warriors jumped to life.

Each saiyan Oozaru Black Ops warrior lifted themselves into the air, their hands throwing themselves downward as the ki erupted in a violent blast on the small town. Raditz smiled as he floated in the air, the last to throw his blast, but the strongest. His eyes closed as he cocked back his hands then threw the ball of ki down toward the town. Flames roared through the dust and debris of the blast zone as the Saiyan Commander slowly hovered to the ground. His arms crossed over his chest as he cocked a grin across his face. He had destroyed a town, with his men, it was mission accomplished! Or was it?


*End of Flash Back*

That night, the night of his last Oozaru Black Ops mission, something went wrong. Something that he had not seen coming. But there was no need to be stuck leaving in the past, it was the present and he needed to gain power any way that he could. His heart beat echoed off into the air as he sighed heavily. His head cocked to the side as he looked at a small line of smoke off in the distance. Looking to lord Frieza he smiled, this could be it, this could be the moment they were looking forward too. His eyes closed as his ki sparked around his body, his steps drifted off the ground as he rushed forward, flying right behind the Lord of the Changelings.



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Cooler Word Count: 2,506/2500 6/2500 [1 Token]
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Frieza's eyes darted through the possible locations, admiring the handy work of the one responsible for such devastation. His head turned a shallow degree to the left, scouter warning him of a mild increase in power fluctuation. Assuming the belligerent to be said power level, the changeling approached with increasing speed.

At was before long that the Prince saw an unwelcome sight. The source of the power level was far from impressive. In fact Frieza was rather disappointed, hoping for some greater adversary – not his brother, Cooler.

The changeling landed, ploughing through the thick sleet and leaving deep impressions in the slosh beneath his feet. “Brother,” he greeted with false enthusiasm, “a pleasure to see you again, as always.” His hand motioned toward the burning husk of a city, “ it seems you’ve had a change of heart, Cooler. And here I was thinking you were the peaceful brother it turns out you like a little fire too!” the changeling spoke with a measure of uncertainty. He couldn’t quite decide if his brothers new found violent streak was a good thing or not…

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The two warriors clashed with insurmountable force, the ground below literally quaking in their wake. Frieza had to levitate, the unstable rock giving way to the ensuing battle. Liquea swung her blade right and true, though it failed to land any real hits, Tapion himself utilising his acrobatics and weaving over and about every possible strike.

This woman is mad… And this warrior – perhaps it’d be best to help him end this ridiculous conquest.

The towering inferno of the distant war upon the planet left a dull glow at the horizon, the night sky lingering with a soft, mellow orange. Tapion expelled a mighty battle cry, landing a powerful fist into the woman’s gut, Liquea doubling over as the wind rushed out her lungs. She was quick to retaliate, however, lunging at the Kona with her blade and a well placed kick.

This war needs to end…

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Tell me, brother!” his voice carried with ease over the howling winds, “have you missed me so?





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As Cooler waited for the power to reach him, he simply floated above the wreckage of the once settlement below. It was coming in fast and it wasn't long before the said energy reading, had reached the changeling. Cooler's face of focus soon became a face of shock. The changeling warrior laid eyes upon someone he believed was dead, his brother, Frieza.

"Frieza?...." .

He said the name with almost disbelief, not quite sure how his younger brother acted so casual, after everyone had assumed he was dead. The older prince's face switched between confusion and shock, his mind racing through ideas of what exactly was going on. Cooler also saw what appeared to be a saiyan, next to his brother. Something that was not new for his younger brother. He was known for recruiting from all forms of life.

"Where the hell have you been!?"

The changeling called out, almost with a tone of demand. The formal etiquette that most people spoke to Frieza with, Cooler did not. He floated a little more closely to Frieza to take in his full view, as he studied his younger brother up and down.

The changeling warrior had assumed this village was attacked by the fiery haired warrior, but perhaps Frieza knew something? Cooler thought. He could see the power level reading on his scouter, but had chosen not to react in surprise at the level. Frieza had indeed grown in power and it was almost shameful for Cooler to have been so overlapped by his younger brother.

Cooler's demeanour was still that of surprise, there was a slight hint of almost relief. But the prince did not know what was going on, he did not know where Frieza had been, and he wanted some answers.

"You just disappear for a year, drop your duties, then just waltz on back....so you could say, I'm pretty irritated to see you brother...you got a lot of questions to answer.." . Cooler always spoke direct when he dealt with his brother, something he was sure irritated him. Frieza was not used to being spoken to without proper protocol, but as the changeling prince was told his brother, shove your protocol .

The smouldering wreckage below let smoke creep up between the two as they eyed each other off. The prince had not quite paid any attention to the saiyan Frieza had by his side, being more interested with his brother at this current time. As the changeling was studying his brother, he seemed to pick up a sense of similar confusion as his own. It was all rather ambiguous at the time, but perhaps Frieza thought Cooler was lacking, or had been neglectful in his duties in protecting the planet. And if the prince knew anything, he would be most certain in thinking that Frieza's paranoia, would drive him to think that Cooler personally destroyed his palace.

The childish competition between the two, never seemed to end. It was something that had always been around, and at some point it would boil over into something bigger. Accusations would be labelled or a thwap over the head was required. Simple changeling sibling rivalry, as their father put it. Apparently it was one of the reasons why the race was known for their strength. They grow up around such competitive environments it pushes the best to be the best they can and excel. While the weak get left behind and used up to make the strong ones even stronger.

The prince spoke as he floated closer to Frieza, his eyes completely fixed on his brother. The two looked similar, but Cooler had always been the bigger one. If people were to judge from appearance, people often assumed that Cooler was the stronger one. Something that his little brother knew and always compensated for. Perhaps this out ward effect was what made the changeling so lazy in gaining power, where as his brother had gone into a realm that was leagues above Cooler's.



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“Brother,” Lord Frieza said with a hint of excitement in his voice, “a pleasure to see you again, as always.” Then slowly his hand lifted toward the air as he pointed to the skies, “ it seems you’ve had a change of heart, Cooler. And here I was thinking you were the peaceful brother it turns out you like a little fire too!” There was a long moment of a paused silence as Raditz crossed his arms over his chest. Then suddenly the sound was broken as Raditz looked off into the distance over the horizon. “Tell me, brother!” His low booming voice echoed through the cold winds as he spoke, “have you missed me so?”

Raditz cocked his eyebrow as he slowly began to look toward the brother of Frieza, Prince Cooler. He was the first of the two changelings, and some say he was powerful, but not nearly as close as Frieza. The pure power that was emitted from the body of the Lord of Changelings looked to his brother for an answer, who seemed to be lost in thought. But before the argument arose from the two brothers, Raditz made his way back into the distance. The howling winds that blew over the body of the Saiyan Commander sent a chilling shiver down his spine. His heart beat rose as he looked up toward a large snow covered hill. Step by step he drew himself closer. His eyes were narrowed, shielding themselves from the intense cold, but still there was a faint howl in the wind that pushed him forward.

As the Saiyan Commander reached the top of the hill his eyes over looked the bottom of a fields. There standing, in the fog covered of the blizzard, was a single man. Hair dancing like fire in the cold night, a small flame resting on the middle of his amber brown hair. Raditz tightened his fist in annoyance as he looked over the man. Was this the Saiyan of the Flames that was sent around destroying villages? Or was this some poor warrior that had no clue what he was doing. Either way the hair, hair that danced like fire in the crisp night. Fire was the key word in the statement, the man described the warrior as a fire wielder, just as this man that rested below was. A fire of that burnt in the snow, there was only one thing to do now, tell Lord Frieza.

Raditz quickly turned as his aura flickered around his bulk of a body as he lifted into the air. The snow quickly sizzled off his body as he flew straight for the Lord, then suddenly as the time passed on slowly Frieza appeared. With a twisted smile plastered across his face Raditz landed on one knee, his head bowed as he smiled.

”I found the flame warrior, he is right over that hill...” Raditz said as his smiled slowly, raising his head for a moment to make eye contact.



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The changeling’s face contorted in disgust, “you are in no place to speak to me in such a tone, Cooler,” he sneered, moving closer till they were but a few inches apart. A gentle wind attempted to part through the tense atmosphere but to little avail. A short jolt of static passed between them both.

I did not just abandon my rule, brother. It was taken from me. I am searching for answers as we speak, and you are a prime candidate, no less. I’m sure you concocted something to put yourself on the throne…

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The two thunderous warriors had been battling now for over 20 minutes, the lightshow providing a great deal of entertainment for the prince – his mind, however, was decided. Liquea was to be executed for her heinous plans and delusional mental state. The product of their clash had resulted in a near tumultuous landscape of cascading boulders, far flung trees and cindered foliage.

“And now,” Liquea whispered, preparing to strike down Tapion in his prime, her sword held delicately against his quivering throat, “it is time to meet your maker, Konats.”

With a sudden gasp, Liquea’s blade defiantly dropped to the floor, Tapion’s neck left unscathed. The woman herself was left in a state of shock, eyes wide and hands shaken. Behind her lay a smoking trail that led to the guilty party. Frieza casually blew away the rising ashes from his finger tips.

The hole in the woman’s breast was average, to say the least, but it was no less fatal and a gun shot to the brain. Her heart was almost certainly vaporised and soon her body began to suffer from extreme haemorrhage and lack of oxygen. A final exhale left her falling back, the life of her once criminal self now snuffed out at last.

Tapion barely managed his thanks to Frieza, though the changeling ignored it, interested only in the blade. Quickly scavenging the weapon, he tore it from the ground and was soon headed back to the capital ship, already planning just how to explain Liquea’s demise.

Liquea, however, was not the only one to perish. As he DNA was the key to holding open the time-lock that enabled her planet a safe haven, Frieza had just committed a mass genocide without his knowledge. The millions of years cheated by the Valkyra caught up with them in but a matter of seconds. The entire species succumbed to instant decay and degradation of the ultimate scale. Buildings twisted and tore into meltdown and the entire planet shifted its axis and design – now a hostile ball of fire and despair.

The only remaining relics of the Valkyra and their powerful testament are the various armours and weapons handed over to the non-Valkyra soldiers, not to mention Liquea’s blade itself, now held proud in the Changeling Prince’s grasp.


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I found the flame warrior, he is right over that hill...” Raditz declared, calling Frieza’s immediate attention.

Sorry, brother, but I have more pressing matters to attend to. It looks like my attempted killer has shown his sorry face…” Frieza prepared to head toward the soft, orange glow in the distance. He passed Cooler, pausing for a second, “I know you’re probably aware, but I’d like to reassure you…” he began, leaning forth until his lips brushed his elder brothers ears, “you are dead to me.” He pulled away gently, a wicked smile nearly cutting his face in twain, allowing Cooler all the time in the world to understand just what he meant.

Ta Ta!” he called, engaging his Ki and blasting toward the distant Janix Mido.



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Frieza Word Count: 3,238/2500 3,255/2,500 [1 Token]
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