Bow the Fuck Down

[Freeza]

Omni... Summon… Welcome. He liked the sound of that. This young male seemed to admiring Freeza’s esteem. With his huge, narcissistic ego, he couldn’t have missed a compliment if it were a mile away. Though they had yet to even notice the brilliance of his least powerful form, he’d changed from pristine white to a form that looked a little less elite. He had two black horns mounted on his head, a rich purple cranium framing his pale lavender face. Lines of fleshy pink accented the places where the colors conjoined on his face.

He’d downscaled, though his torso was still white and had a significantly powerful natural armor, a similar white texture pieces of natural buff were guarding his shins and forearms, great for bracing heavier hits in battle. His tail was a tad sharper now, it was fleshy pink with very thin black stripes, and atop the end of it was a sharpened, thicker natural layer of alien flesh, this time purple.

It was far from his most lithe form yet the young blond hadn’t even regarded the transformation. How dare he! Freeza stifled his outrage, this one had mentioned being immortal too, summoned by the strange toothy child, those he encountered next could have paramount use to the tyrant. While he loved being ooed and awed at, it was no matter, his sharp black horns were enough for him.

This power that the skinless warrior held some allure. The strange alien may have been misleading, plotting an ambush, however, Freeza disregarded this, the ultimate being would not be had quite so easily, plus, they wouldn’t quite expect him to walk into it knowingly. Thinking himself clever, Freeza agreed to tag along, mostly for the purposes of recruiting Zedd. He was the type of beefy guy that wouldn’t mind getting his hands dirty. The kind of man Freeza would need in this world.

“Alright, I’ll play along, I’ll come to see just what you mean, I hope it serves use to me, and that you’re not wasting my time, that would be a very foolish thing to do,” Freeza said with a little spite in his threat. Freeza hovered over the ground as he thought walking was for peons and his tail swished in the air like a cat’s, contemplating what would come next thoughtfully as the aliens both moved forward, Zedd slightly in the lead.

The little human looking creature would make a good henchmen, too.

“Aren’t you coming, little minion? I think we’ll both have something to offer one another shortly. You seem like the type who has a certain inclination to power, if you were not, you would not be carrying that dense bag full of books,” the ultimate alien gestured. “I can offer you much more than the knowledge lost away in obsolete pages. That, and so much more.”

Transformed into a weaker form, can still fly, doesn’t have Freeza’s usual galactic armor on. P.S. He’s still short. This happened in my last post.

@Serraph, please Pm me when you read this. Zedd and I are going to coruscant and I want to know what’s going on in your mind and what Serraph will be more bound to do so we can all figure out how the up and coming conversations will flow. (Ie if this was a checkpoint post and Freeza gives you a scouter and send you on your way, or if you were planning to come along.) Thank you!