Villains Rising

[Freeza]

Freeza clicked a little button on the side of his scouter, it made a calculating noise and the alien seemed satisfied despite the inky one’s departure. “Looks like we’re down one,” Freeza narrowed his eyes, “Little does the two-faced creature know, I likely will call him. Unfortunately this isn’t the best place for fun. Especially with the iron fisted commander and his insignificant army overlooking the place.” Freeza regarded Zedd with a toss of his scarlet pupils.

The mutant alien looked at the Teacher, then to the girl, then to his servant who had gotten a taste of both power and knowledge. Must’ve been succulent, because the blond had an unmistakable look on his face. One that spoke of wanting more.

“Hmph, I won’t be baited so easily by imitation tricks and shiny looking toys,” Freeza was… Stubborn. And arrogant, and cocky, but it was a part of his business angle, part on waiting to be sold, and a part of getting the best deal. “And I certainly will not be sleeping in the same hovels as the rest of these ignorant grunts,” Freeza waved his alien hand across the city-lit verse, and it was likely, one of the unlit apartments belonged to Lord Zedd.

“Oh?” The Teacher hummed, his smile bewitched by the fact that Freeza had yet to say the distinguished no to any of his propositions, it was more of a reprioritization.

“We will all have dinner, even Lord Fredd,” Freeza teased Zedd’s obscure name right back, although subtly, “I think if you ever want to rule by my side, commander, you’ll want your men to be armed with the best, and frankly, if the moment you enter this city and people aren’t bowing on their knees from your power, I’d say you’re not quite there yet.”

That smarmy fucking smile. Zedd’s helmet could have cracked to pieces as his expression hidden beneath it tweaked with steam and fire, there was a rubbery squelch that came from Zedd’s tightening fist. How. Dare. He. Lord Peeza, new to the Omniverse comes to Zedd’s own verse attempting to dethrone him, but he doesn’t just stop there. Freeza tries to tell him how to run things though knows nothing of Omni’s sandbox, and somehow now the white little shit assumes they’ll be lifelong partners? Oh, no no no.

Rage surged within the alien who stepped forward, towering above the puny alien with respect conducted by sheer girth. They were far from fucking partners, if anything, they were each other’s competition. This was no league of villains, but a rivalry of who could get the biggest chunk of the Omniverse without getting banished by some hero who decided ignorant peasants shouldn’t kiss the feet of the strong.

“You dare call me inadequate, pebble scum?” Lord Zedd growled.

Freeza tilted his head and along with it, his horns sharpened against the air surrounding them. “I should warn you, the last person that implied that my current size resembled my power, well, their entire race crumbled at my fingertip. That’s right. One finger.” Freeza’s eye tilted, “Not to scare the lady, of course.”

“You think I’ll quake in my boots because of something as foolish as that? Things work differently here, I doubt you could even level a city block here as you are right now. Omni… When he grants you immortality… Also humbles your power.” Zedd sounded like he knew from experience.

“Hah, if anything, that’s a blessing, I was getting so bored when no one could catch up. I searched entire galaxies looking for a challenge, it seems the answer was so simple that I just had to hop to whatever world I’m in now,” A scornful expression formed.

By their postures, nearly grazing one another, it appeared that the streets surrounding the two would be a wasteland in the matter of the next few seconds, depending who would be daring enough to throw the first punch. However, neither did. Freeza was too much of himself to stoop that low, and rather, Zedd caught on and didn’t want to feed into the game Freeza was baiting him into.

Lord Zedd doesn’t do entertainment.

“It seems you’re a clever pebble after all,” Zedd concluded. There were multiple levels to their conversational threats now. Clever because Freeza wasn’t going to be baited into getting himself arrested in Coruscant, which is only a teensy bit of what Zedd was hoping would happen. And also, Freeza had spun it back around, played on Zedd’s so obvious nerves. Sniffed out his weakness despite the white mutant’s so obvious pomp.

“Aww, you noticed I wanted you to use the new toy on me. How disappointing.” Freeza condescended, “ I wanted to see if it would make me resort to using my hands. The last guy I only used my foot- oh, I guess I did use my hand. Hmm…”

Freeza looked down at his hand and opened his palm once more, looking at it studiously as though he’d absorbed some of Zedd’s slip-ups. No care in the world for those who waited on him. Because he was the iconic boss. Or at least, certainly acted like it.

Finally, he came back, “No no, it wouldn’t do for the help to punch me, nor the queen. Nor will I give the businessman a fair shot at me before we’ve sealed the deal. So what are the dinner accommodations? I should warn you, you’re in the presence of royalty, should she decide to come. Perhaps you should sweeten the deal, Teacher? Give her a toy for one of her armylings for free.”

“Zerg,” Lord Zedd had the gall to correct the white lord, “They’re called the Zerg.”

“Ah, my mistake,” Freeza looked back and held a steady gaze with the being who lacked control on a basic level. Freeza at least had thought he had manners.

“Anyway, I think you won’t mind if I say the words I’ve been hinting around,” Freeza finally pitched direct, and it only took a whole arc, “If you want me to buy: Impress me.”