Villains Rising

[Freeza]

Hmph, this just won’t do at all. The scouter is saying that there are people over my power level swarming around. Impossible. Though, I must consider the fact that with my newfound immortality, there must have been some calibration setbacks imposed upon me by the laws of space and time. How very… Disappointing. What wasn’t disappointing however, were his newfound forces. They had far less organization skills of the Ginyu Force, however, what Freeza did see, was pure potential.

Freeza’s eyes flicked over those who stood before him. This is what he saw: Raw strength, a subservient but useful underling, a mysterious girl who seemed to be sitting on a throne of power, and a deceptive black beast which Freeza would… Look into. My, my, the mutts have quite the potential indeed. However, they’ll be much harder to terrorize into loyalty. It is best if I coax them into power as I offered each of the Ginyus as a platform for their own goals. Not that I care about their petty desires, but this world is much different, so many more people to slaughter and yet I have all the time in the world now.

Freeza continued to scan with his eyes some information on the monitor, his jaw hung a centimeter with slack, So they have enforcers in this realm? Judge Dredd? Storm troopers? Others? According to this article a pair of “primes” were just slaughtered and banished from this realm (for breaking laws and causing trouble, apparently a big no-no.) The realm of “Coruscant” so it says here. I’ll have to watch my step when I crunch over the bones of the corpses beneath my feet. Freeza’s eyes flicked to the skinless alien, Lord Zedd seems to have a useful alliance with the troopers of the Coruscantian Empire. I best not step on his toes yet. It sickens me however, how I must grovel, reduced to idly speaking (albeit with like minded beings) instead of just using a sheer show of force to make the peasants quake at their knees. But c’est la vie, it was time to go businessman and if he had to, he’d strangle the competition.

The little blond one had excused himself, when Freeza looked over, he was suddenly alone. Serraph (though Freeza hadn’t taken the time to learn his name yet) had gone over to the black inky one. Freeza thought Serraph would be useful when informing him of the customs and laws of this Omniverse and specifically the ones he should avoid. Freeza made a mental note not to kill in this world, it was far too public, and there were these things called “bounties” which any half-wit politician would like to avoid… At least until he found his niche angle.

Meanwhile, Lord Zedd had been approached by the ruler of the Zerg, which caught Freeza’s alien ear, he listened closer. Freeza’s eyes widened as he hovered closer to the action, and specifically to the Zerg who bowed at the feet of Lord Zedd. It seems things were getting quite interesting, quite quickly. A slithering smile formed on Freeza’s dark violet lips.

The alien leapt at his chance, “Oh look Lord Zedd, they’re bowing to you. Finally realizing what a true glorified ruler you really are. I would like to meet this wonderful female who have these… Strange creatures as her underlings. It is quite a feat-”

He’d stepped on Zedd’s toes, “Lord Freez-ass, don’t try it. She was talking to me.”

Already they were fighting over a woman.

Freeza’s catlike eye twitched. But the short, annexed alien was nothing if not persistent. He knew the face he had to put out was one of camaraderie, allies in a new world were priceless. Even if he wanted to slit Zedd’s throat then and there.

He’d get his revenge, even if it wasn’t paid in hot blood.

However Venom had mostly covered the introductions. Even restating the young earthling’s name. A mental note was made and nearly forgotten.

So they weren’t all fools. It had taken but a moment for their interest to be captured by Ms. Kerrigan’s Zerg Army. Some, it seemed, would’ve wanted them for power, others, to glorify their own respect. Venom… Scented of chaos and madness, not necessarily in that order.

Everyone, even the servant, leaned in to hear her answer.

“They’re the most powerful creatures you could imagine… Or… They could be here just for show,” the female stated evasively, adding with a smile, “Take your pick.”

All of the villains reacted to this very similarly. Their intrigue reached a climax. And why should she reveal all her cards the first time she met this black suited stranger?

Freeza’s scouter zoomed in, hoping to take a closer look. The pink monocle leaving a hue over his eye beeped as another guest arrived.

“Oh look, my sheer charisma attracted another one, I swear,” the violet and white alien sneered dominantly, “Like moths to a common flame, wouldn’t you say, Lord Zedd?” And thus, Freeza and Zedd’s eternal battle to one-up one another was set forever in stone. It would continue until either of them were smited by Omni himself.

“I’d say your pompous beacon of an undignified attitude makes people want to fill their ears with human feces,” the other lord retorted.

“Or maybe I’ll spare them the privilege and serve them your insides on a silver platter, that’d both keep their ears pasty and warm while also quenching someone’s thirst for blood, now wouldn’t it?” Lord Freeza’s gaze slithered from Zedd and over to Venom. “You’re quite the beast, aren’t you?”

The Teacher introduced himself, his motivations, rather quick and to the point. Another useful pawn. Still, it was nice not to have a peasant waste any of the villains' important time.

Business? Freeza had just been thinking about the market of this world, it was probably pretty open, and this Teacher con-artist seemed like his first client, not the other way around.

“Serraph-boy, why don’t you try it? I have no use for such things, as I am already the ultimate being, plus, I don’t like to get my hands dirty with pleasantries if it turns out I have to kill you later,” Freeza had, however, yet to decide if this man was a pig. “Your proposition, however, does appeal to me. And especially what plans I have in store for this world."

The mutant alien cocked his head as though he were a noble anointed with a crown, unwilling to let it teeter far enough to fall from atop the center of his horns, "Please, enlighten us with your dealings, Teacher.”