The Return Of A Prince, The Makings Of A Tyrant
The sky was dark and lifeless, aside from the odd cloud that blocked the moon every so often. It was calm, almost no wind and not to cold. These were the nights were you would think all life would stop and take a breath, but not on Planet Freiza. No this planet was awake at all hours, the sounds of an urban life stretched over the entire planet, engulfing it in a constant wave of noise. As Cooler looked out onto a grand city he could only smile, it was a poorer city by the planets standards, rather run down and full of aliens. The buildings were old, some didn’t even have power, but never the less the sound of life still echoed here. Cooler shook his head in distain as he looked down at his open palm. Clenching his hand into a fist he flexed his entire body, sending a purple wave of energy to be formed all around him. “I shall wipe this blight off the face of the planet, scum doesn’t have to right to live on the same planet as excellence” He stated before lifting into the air and making his way into the run down expanse.
Flying high into the air the changeling gazed down upon the doomed populace. “Fools don’t even know its coming” he said with a chuckle in his voice. Blurring out of vision he appeared in the middle of the town and started his decree. “PEOPLE OF TARSIS, BY ROYAL DECREE THIS JUNKYARD OF A CITY HAS BEEN ORDERED TO BE PURGED, DO NOT PANIC AS THAT WILL ONLY PROLONG YOU’RE SUFFERING!” His voice carried through the entire city, and people flocked to the city center. The head of the local military garrison stepped up to Cooler with a puzzled face. “Lord Cooler, what are you talking about?” Questioned the desperate man as he tried to reason with the good prince. “I mean what I say, by this time tomorrow this place shall be the site of my new home, and you all will be fleeting memories” replied Cooler in a cold voice. Terrified the Military leader (whom was a changeling himself) suddenly was taken over by anger and rage. “YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST WALK BACK ONTO THE PLANET AND ACT LIKE YOU OWN THE PLACE AGAIN!? I THINK YOUR JUST A SCARRED LITTLE CHILD WHO THINKS HE CAN DO THINGS WITHOUT CONSEQUENCES, WELL YOUR WRONG, ILL KILL YOU!” Barked the man as his pink aura erupted around him and he charged the prince.
“Cretan” muttered Cooler as he took a punch to the gut. Wincing only slightly he grabbed a hold of the attacker’s neck and laughed. “You kill me? Well I don’t see that happening any time soon” With his two index fingers Cooler slapped the opposing changeling twice, one for each side. Purple blood trickled out of his opponent’s mouth as he gasped for air. “Oh well I guess I should let up a little hmm?” joked Cooler as he tightened his grip. The crowd grew bigger and more frightened by the moment, and Cooler loved to put on a good show. With all his gloating though, Cooler hadn’t noticed the hand on his stomach. Gritting his teeth the lesser changeling fired a massive wave of ki right into Cooler’s gut, letting go in pain Cooler dropped the man to his feet and stumbled back, smoke emitting from his abdominal. “GOD DAMN FOOL, YOU COULD HAVE HAD IT EASY, NOW YOU WILL BEG FOR DEATH BEFORE I AM DONE!” screamed Cooler as his patience broke. Blinking beside the man he dug a knee into his face, before wrapping his tail around his neck and throwing him into the crowd.
The mass of people parted as the warrior flew through the air, blood erupting from his mouth. As he crashed into a lobby the changeling knew he was no match for the returned prince; however he wasn’t just going to stand back and let his destroy his town. Picking himself up out of the wreckage he called out to Cooler “How pathetic, we all that thought you would be a leader for the history books, a king among kings, but it ends up you’re going to be the worst one yet!” The man was trying to buy time until the rest of the militia could get there, Out of the darkness behind him came a voice, “Sorry to disappoint you” Fear ran up the commanders spine as he noticed that Cooler was no longer outside. Feeling a hand on his shoulder he closed his eyes and prepared for the worst. Agony, this was what he felt, Cooler’s grip had crushed his shoulder, and now blood was dripping from his immobile arm. Tears built up in the changelings eyes as he gasped in pain. Cocking his head back there was a brief pause, and then a blood curtailing scream. To the bystanders outside all they saw was the man soaring out of the building, blood flowing from all over his body.
The warrior was dead, but his goal was a success. As Cooler left the building he was met by a multitude of soldiers, all in saiyan armor and sporting scouters. None were changeling, but all bore the royal crest. “THERE HE IS, GET THE PRINCE!” yelled the first soldier to run aimlessly at Cooler. The Changeling didn’t grace the man with a response; instead he delivered a swift kick to the face. The man was sent back towards to horde of Soldiers, but instead of stopping they all lit their aura’s and began the assault. “This may prove to be enjoyable after all” laughed Cooler.
A group of warriors rammed Cooler’s position full force, only to be met by a fading image of the prince. Flying upwards away from the massive force below Cooler regrettably failed to notice another set of attackers that had positioned themselves above him. Suddenly he was hit with a barrage of fists and legs, ki blasts and an overwhelming sense of joy filled him. Bobbing and weaving their attempts Cooler delivered a decisive blow to each person who missed, causing them to drop back down and crash into the city below. After his tenth attack Cooler backed away from the reminders quickly. “ENOUGH!” he commanded as he raised his index finger towards the sky threats. Instantly knowing the technique Cooler was about to unleash the group scattered, scared and racing for their lives. “five, four, three…oh screw it” thought Cooler as a thin beam of purple ki shot from his finger, the beam traveled into and through one of the soldiers heads. After the first came a second, a third a forth and so on, all with just as deadly effects as the first.
Seeing the sky’s lighting up with ki the ground forces shook in fear as men dropped onto the city floor. Cooler, whose patience was running thin, stayed floating in the air, beckoning the men below to come and face him. After a few moments they did just that, flying up to meet the Prince head on. Smiling Cooler began to cackle, his laughter sent chills up the spins of the approaching soldiers. They outnumbered him by hundreds, but yet he was laughing, almost like he enjoyed killing them. “now this ends” whispered Cooler as he lifted his index finger, this time above his head. The soldiers were only twenty or thirty meters away now, and a small ball of red ki formed above Cooler’s raised finger. After mere moments it expanded to an unspeakable size, enough to take out a city twice the size of the one they were currently battling in. The soldiers stopped cold with fear, and when the ball moved towards them and the ground all they could do was prepare to die. The ball engulfed the men, and then crashed into the city.
The resulting explosion was magnificent and terrible, destroying the city and a good chunk of the surrounding area. Now Cooler was standing above a smoking crater and a sense of accomplishment overcame him. "I really should report this to LORD Freiza"
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