My Dragon Ball Ascension

[Proto Man]

Since Omni posted up some of his older work that never received airtime, I figured I'd post this amusing gem I found while reorganizing my external hard-drive (yes, that's something I do).

This is from Dragon Ball Ascension, a website also made by our lovable overlord Omni. Omni was Koola before he changed (I believe to Trunks).

Anyway, I was amused reading this. It was posted 8 years ago this month.

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Frieza had left his brother to contend with the silly, fruity earthlings in their little tournament. After all, the prince didn’t need some contest to tell him how superior he was to all the infidels that lived on this little rock. With a sigh, the changeling made his way down the cobblestone road toward what seemed to be a small town situated near a large river. A plethora of thatched huts and piles of hay abounded the scene as the Planet Cold royalty strode toward the center of the habitation.

“Who the hell are you?” The blatantly inbred voice garnered the attention of Frieza. The young prince turned his attention and sent a tiny beam of ki straight through the man’s thoracic cavity. With a dramatic shriek, the hick grasped at his ruined chest and collapsed into an inert heap. All the commotion stirred the remainder of the village’s residents from their shitty, little houses.

With a glint in his eye, the white-skinned transformer scurried forward and punched his fist through the skull of a small child. The scream that followed was that of the lad’s mother, but before she could finish her lamentations, Frieza tore off her arm leg and kicked her through the wall of her home. Turning around, the changeling was greeted by the sight of a rather diminutive population armed with pitchforks and torches.

“I’m surprised you disillusioned scum managed to arm yourselves so quickly,” the heavily sardonic comment escaped the purple lips of the changeling as he moved toward the group of peasants. “Unfortunately, I’m still going to murder all you with my bare hands to pass the time!” Wrapping up his train of thought, the transformer rushed forward, closed his fingers around the skull of the nearest human being, and squeezed.

Once he heard the pleasing sound of a skull collapsing, the warrior prince heaved the corpse into the advancing mass of people. Pressing the attack, Frieza disarmed the nearest man and used the oversized utensil to punch three fatal holes through the farmer’s midsection. Tearing the bloodied weapon from the depth’s of his latest victim’s thorax, the prince pivoted and drove the crude tool down through the skull of an advancing female.

Glancing over his shoulder, the changeling whipped his tail up and wrapped it around one of his victim’s legs. With a slight motion, Frieza tripped up his target, and after a slight spin, he gained enough of a window to punch clean through the peasant’s ribcage. The force of the impact sprayed some blood onto the transformer’s white-skinned face, but the sensation was a welcome one to say the least.

The younger of the Cold Brothers laughed as he unleashed a small barrage of rapid jabs and kicks at the remaining group of humans. In a matter of seconds, the remaining six or seven peasants were all lying in expanding pools of their own blood and entrails. Situated in the center of the lake of death and grim was Frieza—the triumphant changeling stood with an ensanguined smirk plastered across his smug visage.

Unfortunately, the victory didn’t bring Frieza any long-lasting glee. After all, he was still on some backwater rock after being exiled from his own world by two fuckers that were going to be really dead. With a final, halfhearted smile at the devastated, bloodied masses that circled him, the transformer strode through the ankle-deep pool of fluid and over to the large river. Frieza’s insatiable thirst for bloodshed beckoned him to resume, and who would he be to deny it?

[Proto Man]

Frieza didn’t know what happened to his brother, but when he returned to the tournament grounds he was surprised to see that Coola had seemingly vanished without a trace. As the frustration boiled within his hate-laced veins, the changeling slowly slipped into the shadows. Even though he was consumed with an overwhelming urge to eradicate the entire audience and all the combatants, he figured that his survival was a lot more important than letting his brother once again drive him to vulnerability.

Leaving the tournament behind him, the transformer slowly trudged along as he wandered without any actual intent on his mind. For a period of time, there was noting but the breathing of the white-skinned prince and the crunching of dead leaves and branches beneath his boots. Frieza was sickened by the lack of available skulls to break as he meandered about the endless grove of trees and bushes.

After about an hour or so of milling about without an actual purpose, the changeling temporarily exited the forest and stepped out into a rather open clearing. For about a sixth of a mile, he could see nothing but a sea of rolling grass, but tranquility was something that Frieza didn’t trust. The planets that were under the subjugation of his father’s dynasty also feigned such peaceful behavior before they instigated another one of their fruitless insurrections.

Rolling his eyes at the serene, unmolested panorama that lay before him, the snide prince gallivanted forward with his eyes constantly surveying the areas to his left and right. The wide, open space was perfect if someone wanted to surround a target—and Frieza did not want to be the topic of some gay assassination attempt. After all, what’s it worth being murdered if your homeworld won’t even acknowledge who you are?

The thought caused the white-skinned transformer to giggle a little bit as he made his way toward the opposite end of the clearing. With a final glance behind and around him, the prince slipped back into the dense forest and shrugged his shoulders. Maybe he was prone to being a little too paranoid sometimes? Fortunately for Frieza, he rarely thought too much on any given situation, and with a shout, a masked figure leaped down from a nearby vine and unsheathed an assassin’s dagger.

“Predictable!” The prince hissed through his jagged canines as the human moved forward to assail him. Pressing an offensive of his own, the changeling darted forward and chopped the deadly weapon from his attacker’s hand. As the assassin reeled back in shock, but the masked warrior forgot one important thing going into the battle—he was trying to murder Frieza, prince of the planet Frost.

With a swift motion, the transformer snapped the neck of his foe and let the lifeless corpse collapse in a heap before him. It was seriously starting to irritate the illustrious warrior that the inhabitants of this planet were so ridiculously weak when compared to him. Lifting the body off the ground by the neck, Frieza used his other hand to unceremoniously decapitate the already deceased man with a final punch.

The impact tore through the flesh of the assassin’s neck and sent his head rolling off his shoulders and onto the dirty with a sickly thud.

It took a few minutes for the changeling to muster the desire to stop watching the fountain of blood that sputtered out of the man’s severed neck, but eventually Frieza managed to wrench himself away from the bloodshed with the overwhelming desire to do something new. Heaving the rather bloodied corpse through a nearby tree, the transformer took a step forward and avoided the large trunk as it came swinging down—a victim of gravity’s unstoppable power.

Ignoring the scene behind him, Frieza trekked onward until he came to what appeared to be a path through the forest. Turning to the left, the changeling made his way down to the dirt trail and soon realized, by the markings on the sides of the road, that he was traversing a trail left behind by some type of vehicle.

Under the guise that the path would undoubtedly leave him from the wooden area he had moronically strolled into, Frieza sprinted down the path. After a short while, he emerged near what seemed to be a misbegotten cabin erected rather close to the vehicle tracks. Ignoring the strange structure initially, the transformer resumed his impromptu journey through the wilds.

It wasn’t until he heard the bloodcurdling, feminine scream that the white-skinned prince was compelled to look back over his shoulder at the structure. Any moron with ears could easily trace the pleasing cries back to the log-based abode, but what piqued Frieza’s attention so much was the prospect of who was behind the verbal agony. After all, they could be someone after his own heart, or they may be some amusing, momentary competition. With a murderous glint in his eye, the transformer turned around and started toward the structure/

[Proto Man]

Frieza edged his way towards the ominous cabin and tilted his head to the side as the screams died off slowly. With a smile growing across his white-skinned visage, the prince darted his way up the bare, dirt path and kicked down the rather feeble door to the cabin. Laughing profusely, the changeling gallivanted into the abode and immediately attempted to locate the humans.

“Who the fuck are you?” The deep, masculine voice came from the kitchen region of the structure. Turning his head, Frieza laughed at the clever-wielding redneck and mocking pointed a finger in his direction.

“Are all your hominids this fucking retarded?” The transformer mocked as a cylinder of violet ki exploded forth from his extended digit and punched a neat hole through the ingrate’s breastbone. The under-evolved monkey spit up some blood as his knees crumbled below his massive girth and the last fleeting remnants of his slowly and painfully slipped away.

Giggling like a schoolboy, the changeling brought his foot down on the human’s head and groaned at the orgasmic sound of his victim’s skull crushing beneath his boot. With his ‘foe’ vanquished, the transformer stepped over the mess and walked into the kitchen to find another earthling tied down to a chair with several feet of rope. The coils seemed to have been pulled away from certain locations to allow for easy access to those hard to reach regions.

“Help me…” the female moaned painfully as Frieza walked into her field of vision. The prince quickly noted several bruises and cuts on her face and half-naked body. “That man, he—”

“Shut the fuck up,” Frieza declared, punching his fist through the woman’s defiled chest. The changeling closed his hands around the human’s heart and closed his fingers around the organ until its rhythmic beating came to an end. When the enjoyment finally ran out, the prince yanked the entire circulatory system out through the earthling’s chest and smashed the heart in his fist.

With his free hand, the deposed royalty wiped a few beads of blood away from his face that he couldn’t reach with his tongue. Throwing the organ aside and kicking the corpse’s head clean away from its neck, Frieza made his way out of the tiny, backwater cabin. On his way out, he made a brief pause so that he could properly dispose of the hideous building with a deluge of ki blasts.

“I need something entertaining and fast,” the prince muttered, wiping his tail on the ground behind him in frustration. It did not even bother the young warrior that he had been replaced by a fake, stabbed and beaten by his own guards, and thrown from his homeworld. He could simply go back there and beat the living hell out of everyone, but to be indirectly exiled to Earth? That was a bitch.

Out of any planet in the North Galaxy, the vessel Frieza had jumped into was programmed for Earth. Not Vegeta, Namek, or anywhere vaguely interesting with a population that fought back…Earth. The very notion pissed off the changeling in ways that he did not previously believe possible. Why the fuck do humans have to be so goddamn brittle?

“Fuck this planet!” Frieza roared, throwing his hands forward and unleashing a wave of ki deep into the patch of trees that lay before him. The explosion failed to alleviate the young royalty’s aggravation, but it did make his fingers and palms feel all tingly. At least he could get some enjoyment out of that sensation—the sensation that meant something was destroyed or someone had just been murdered.

The road was going to be long and arduous, but that tiny little shred of patience that was usually locked away in the back of Frieza’s mind whispered words of reassurance to him as he made his way through the woods. In all actuality, the changeling knew that he really did not have to be that upset about his situation, because he was going to have a fun time on Earth.

“I am Frieza!” He screamed, raising his fists and cackling at nothing and no one in particular. “And I am fucking infamous!” Descending into a fit of manic laughter, the prince slowly made his way down the trail once more.

[Proto Man]

It had been a long and arduous journey since the changeling prince had encountered the moronic human beings lodged in the woods, but after having walked what seemed like an eternity throughout the aggravatingly boring forest, Frieza was free. Pushing aside the final shrub, the transformer stepped out of the wilderness and onto the side of a highway. Smirking faintly, the armored alien eyed the vehicles zipping past him as they traveled to and fro.

“These humans and their technology make me sick,” the warlord said, crossing his arms across his chest as he took a few steps onto the street. A few seconds later,

-End-

[Omni]

Like. I remember this. I wish I could be ALL my characters actively, Cooler and Trunks and everybody else included

[Proto Man]

To make a historical note, I took a lot of this character with me when I started writing as Squirtle on Friend or Foe a few months later. Frieza was my prototype/experiment with someone who was just unapologetically murderous and asshole-ish.

#nostalgia

[Sarah_Kerrigan]

For some perspective 8 years ago I still liked playing with dolls, action figures. And I still thought my older siblings were the coolest people ever. I also was barely allowed on the internet then. Time is funny. Anyways, enjoyable read~

[Deadpool]

I can't even read my stuff on Chubbs. smh.

I wish I could post Aero v. Belle

Hell, I wish I could read it in general.

[Proto Man]

For some perspective 8 years ago I still liked playing with dolls, action figures. And I still thought my older siblings were the coolest people ever. I also was barely allowed on the internet then. Time is funny. Anyways, enjoyable read~

I'd be more offended if my 20-year-old girlfriend didn't frequently say stuff like this whenever I talk about "I did this X years ago" or "I was X when that happened!"

And Deathstroke, you should write that. And post it in this forum. I think we'd all enjoy it.

[Deadpool]

For some perspective 8 years ago I still liked playing with dolls, action figures. And I still thought my older siblings were the coolest people ever. I also was barely allowed on the internet then. Time is funny. Anyways, enjoyable read~

I'd be more offended if my 20-year-old girlfriend didn't frequently say stuff like this whenever I talk about "I did this X years ago" or "I was X when that happened!"

And Deathstroke, you should write that. And post it in this forum. I think we'd all enjoy it.

Write what? As Aero?
For me,

I've actually contemplated bringing Aero here. So far my secondary character choice is between Aero and Deadpool

[Inlumia]

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Slight issue with having Deadpool as a secondary

[Omni]

Note the username and the date of his last post as Deadpool