07-08-2017, 06:46 PM
“AT LAST, I AM IMMORTAL! Take that, Saiyan scum.” Freeza sneered as he spoke to himself, rejoicing at the good news. His defeat at Goku’s hands had left him adrift in space, weak and nearly dead, however the tyrannical alien had remained alive, for air was something he could breathe without any outside aid. He wasn’t oxygen deprived, he’d been simply loitering amongst the leftover boulders of that pathetic Namekian planet.
Fools. When Freeza returned with his newfound immortality, all the rats who had scampered into the crevices of the universe would hunted down and exterminated. A simple task, if he had had any feet.
The white being remained before the halved Freeza, speaking as though he were on a pre-recorded message or loop. It appeared to be an alien or humanoid of some sort, maybe some sort of demi-god or legend. Its name was Omni. It had apparently given Freeza power, riches, and his favor and yet asked for nothing in return. Freeza was worthy, as far as the alien saw it, he deserved everything bountiful the universe had to offer and more. Power by divine right of power. Omni had not even asked for the alien’s allegiance. What a fool. Freeza would use his newfound Omnillium paired with immortality, and enslave them all. The weaklings would all bow the fuck down. Those who defied would be mercilessly and brutally slain.
First. He would hunt Goku and end that ignorant monkey for defying him. Vegeta… Well, he was already dead. Freeza only wished he had made it a more painful death, but as egos went, Vegeta’s ego had died both damaged and obliterated. Freeza could take pride in that. The alien’s purple lips smiled and blackness turned to white. Omni evaporated and as though by magic, Freeza’s form had been restored.
What I desire most is their blood lapping at my feet, Omni. And I promise you I will have it. I am glad to have the immortal endorsement. Freeza thought while his squinting eyes narrowed. He would have it. In his hands. Swimming in it. Again and again. Victory would be Freeza's consistent reality for eternity. Horror would befall the dictator's every trodden path.
The room was white. Freeza gazed across the way, quite interested in the new change of scenery, perhaps there were other immortals here as well. None as powerful as he, however, Freeza was after all, the ultimate being. His fingers crunched into a fist, he swatted his tail and hit a dense, pearlized floor and flexed his alien toes. Strange, he had been transported here in his base form, it was lithe and and somehow… A little less powerful.
Freeza was aware of this almost instantly, his caudate appendage swishing around in the air, restored to its glory… And yet, still somehow lacking. His expression wrinkled with disgust.
“How odd,” his shrill voice narrated as the intelligent alien came to the unsatisfactory conclusion, “Even in my most powerful form, this room is somehow limiting my abilities.”
“Who are you talking to, freaky fuckin’ clown face?” a man with a smoking coffin nail hanging from his lips challenged.
Freeza’s eye twitched. He was not in the mood to be spoken to that way, not after Goku had slain him and left him for dead. Now he had this fool, someone with a power level he couldn’t even detect speaking to Freeza as though he were a circus freak.
“You’ll get one try to bow the fuck down and beg my forgiveness. Or, I’m going to rip your heart out of your rib cage and smash it below my foot like the disgusting roach I think you are,” Freeza’s spherical head fell to the side, amused and almost begging for the man’s defiance. He would make a good example to this room of busy on-lookers. A way to make a new name. “Perhaps you mistook me, Freeza, ruler and most powerful being of the galaxy for someone else..." a pause. "Your choice.”
“What the fuck are you even fucking on about, freak?” the man slurred, alcohol on his breath, liquid courage would lead to his very... Liquidy demise.
In a slice of a second, Freeza’s digits had plunged through the human’s skin, warping already moldable bone and puncturing the man’s pathetic excuse for a tar-covered lung.
“Oc-Oc…” the stranger’s face warped into an expression of pure horror as his voice caught in his throat. Air struggled in labored heaves while Freeza’s hand lay within his chest, trespassing and gripping the rubbery organ as it still beat. The tyrant enjoyed the moment of power, the man’s literal life in the ultimate boss’s hand. The smirk never fell from Freeza’s face as suddenly the alien gripped the slimy organ and ripped it from the various arteries and veins that connected it to the man’s bloodstream.
A squishy, Splat! sound came from the gory splatter of crimson essence that came with Freeza’s little game of operation. It was a clean pull though, his hand had already made the way through, now, the man grasped his empty chest and was forced to watch as Freeza sullied his hand with the man’s slop he called blood. The filthy scent of post-ape covered the white alien along with the gobs of clotting burgundy from the human’s cheap blood.
At least in death, this human would serve more purpose than when he lived a wasteful life.
The still-beating heart dropped to the ground in a sputtering puddle of red, the man’s expression watched helplessly as one arm reached out for his organ, but that wasn’t how this game would end. Freeza was the goalkeeper and he was also about to get a slam dunk…
His three pronged foot loitered a foot above the gentle rise and fall of the gooey mound, ready to stomp down, yet waiting and savoring the dominance and fear he'd put into the intrusive bystander. Freeza was enjoying the sadistic emotions of triumph that came with watching another pathetic creature’s defeat.
“Well, I did warn you.” Freeza sneered as his foot executed the final blow with an explosion of a heated gush, “Uck, it’s still warm, just like stepping on fresh dog shit, but you’d know all about that, wouldn’t you, human scum?”
“M-m-my h-ear-ear…” the man collapsed to the ground, the color of fresh death pooling around him, and staining the Nexus’s pale light with an ugly shade of primate crimson.
"Can't hear you," the villain rolled his eyes. Tch. What a lame victory.
"G-guh-guh..." it was likely the man's final breath. No last words. How anticlimactic.
“Sigh, you weren’t much fun after all,” Freeza did sigh, and attempted to shake off the man’s drooling blood from his ivory skin, he began to hover, because the pool of blood was an inch from lapping at his toes, ripples of power rolled over the placid pool of blood, “I thought perhaps you might even cry out or scream, but alas, you just bent over and took it like a bitch. At least you’ll die the way you pathetically lived. It's just a pity I had to get my hands dirty at'all.”
Fools. When Freeza returned with his newfound immortality, all the rats who had scampered into the crevices of the universe would hunted down and exterminated. A simple task, if he had had any feet.
The white being remained before the halved Freeza, speaking as though he were on a pre-recorded message or loop. It appeared to be an alien or humanoid of some sort, maybe some sort of demi-god or legend. Its name was Omni. It had apparently given Freeza power, riches, and his favor and yet asked for nothing in return. Freeza was worthy, as far as the alien saw it, he deserved everything bountiful the universe had to offer and more. Power by divine right of power. Omni had not even asked for the alien’s allegiance. What a fool. Freeza would use his newfound Omnillium paired with immortality, and enslave them all. The weaklings would all bow the fuck down. Those who defied would be mercilessly and brutally slain.
First. He would hunt Goku and end that ignorant monkey for defying him. Vegeta… Well, he was already dead. Freeza only wished he had made it a more painful death, but as egos went, Vegeta’s ego had died both damaged and obliterated. Freeza could take pride in that. The alien’s purple lips smiled and blackness turned to white. Omni evaporated and as though by magic, Freeza’s form had been restored.
What I desire most is their blood lapping at my feet, Omni. And I promise you I will have it. I am glad to have the immortal endorsement. Freeza thought while his squinting eyes narrowed. He would have it. In his hands. Swimming in it. Again and again. Victory would be Freeza's consistent reality for eternity. Horror would befall the dictator's every trodden path.
The room was white. Freeza gazed across the way, quite interested in the new change of scenery, perhaps there were other immortals here as well. None as powerful as he, however, Freeza was after all, the ultimate being. His fingers crunched into a fist, he swatted his tail and hit a dense, pearlized floor and flexed his alien toes. Strange, he had been transported here in his base form, it was lithe and and somehow… A little less powerful.
Freeza was aware of this almost instantly, his caudate appendage swishing around in the air, restored to its glory… And yet, still somehow lacking. His expression wrinkled with disgust.
“How odd,” his shrill voice narrated as the intelligent alien came to the unsatisfactory conclusion, “Even in my most powerful form, this room is somehow limiting my abilities.”
“Who are you talking to, freaky fuckin’ clown face?” a man with a smoking coffin nail hanging from his lips challenged.
Freeza’s eye twitched. He was not in the mood to be spoken to that way, not after Goku had slain him and left him for dead. Now he had this fool, someone with a power level he couldn’t even detect speaking to Freeza as though he were a circus freak.
“You’ll get one try to bow the fuck down and beg my forgiveness. Or, I’m going to rip your heart out of your rib cage and smash it below my foot like the disgusting roach I think you are,” Freeza’s spherical head fell to the side, amused and almost begging for the man’s defiance. He would make a good example to this room of busy on-lookers. A way to make a new name. “Perhaps you mistook me, Freeza, ruler and most powerful being of the galaxy for someone else..." a pause. "Your choice.”
“What the fuck are you even fucking on about, freak?” the man slurred, alcohol on his breath, liquid courage would lead to his very... Liquidy demise.
In a slice of a second, Freeza’s digits had plunged through the human’s skin, warping already moldable bone and puncturing the man’s pathetic excuse for a tar-covered lung.
“Oc-Oc…” the stranger’s face warped into an expression of pure horror as his voice caught in his throat. Air struggled in labored heaves while Freeza’s hand lay within his chest, trespassing and gripping the rubbery organ as it still beat. The tyrant enjoyed the moment of power, the man’s literal life in the ultimate boss’s hand. The smirk never fell from Freeza’s face as suddenly the alien gripped the slimy organ and ripped it from the various arteries and veins that connected it to the man’s bloodstream.
A squishy, Splat! sound came from the gory splatter of crimson essence that came with Freeza’s little game of operation. It was a clean pull though, his hand had already made the way through, now, the man grasped his empty chest and was forced to watch as Freeza sullied his hand with the man’s slop he called blood. The filthy scent of post-ape covered the white alien along with the gobs of clotting burgundy from the human’s cheap blood.
At least in death, this human would serve more purpose than when he lived a wasteful life.
The still-beating heart dropped to the ground in a sputtering puddle of red, the man’s expression watched helplessly as one arm reached out for his organ, but that wasn’t how this game would end. Freeza was the goalkeeper and he was also about to get a slam dunk…
His three pronged foot loitered a foot above the gentle rise and fall of the gooey mound, ready to stomp down, yet waiting and savoring the dominance and fear he'd put into the intrusive bystander. Freeza was enjoying the sadistic emotions of triumph that came with watching another pathetic creature’s defeat.
“Well, I did warn you.” Freeza sneered as his foot executed the final blow with an explosion of a heated gush, “Uck, it’s still warm, just like stepping on fresh dog shit, but you’d know all about that, wouldn’t you, human scum?”
“M-m-my h-ear-ear…” the man collapsed to the ground, the color of fresh death pooling around him, and staining the Nexus’s pale light with an ugly shade of primate crimson.
"Can't hear you," the villain rolled his eyes. Tch. What a lame victory.
"G-guh-guh..." it was likely the man's final breath. No last words. How anticlimactic.
“Sigh, you weren’t much fun after all,” Freeza did sigh, and attempted to shake off the man’s drooling blood from his ivory skin, he began to hover, because the pool of blood was an inch from lapping at his toes, ripples of power rolled over the placid pool of blood, “I thought perhaps you might even cry out or scream, but alas, you just bent over and took it like a bitch. At least you’ll die the way you pathetically lived. It's just a pity I had to get my hands dirty at'all.”