I AM LORD FRIEZA! (A Revival Story)
Prologue – Furiza-sama da!!
“Heh… What an absurd strength…” With the twilight sovereign as their witness, two men fought upon the ruins of a once glorious cathedral. Darkened skies, dust and cold smother the area as the two men stare each other down, one armored to the teeth in silvery armor, while the other wore only thin white leather armor with a purple jewel encrusted onto the chest. “Hey, tell me… what’s your name?”
“I do not see why I must tell a vermin like you, but since you’re about to die, I may as well fulfill that final wish of yours.” Retorted the man clad in leather. Arms crossed with a smirk, he spoke with confidence and no respect toward his enemy even amidst a battle to the death. He spread out his arms in gaudy fashion, almost as if to praise himself, “Burn this into your mind… I am the Emperor of the universe, Lord Frieza.”
“Well then, ‘Lord Frieza’, prepare yourself!” the knight shouted as he lunged forward with his claymore raised above his head. Fully committed to cleave the pompous opponent before him, time slowed as he lowered the guillotine that was his sword upon the enemy’s neck. Yet as he launched his assault, he realized at once it was not time that had slowed but his movements that felt incredibly dull. When the claymore finally struck down, it felt as though it had hit nothing but air, soon the knight realized that what he had hit was nothing but an afterimage. ‘Frieza’ had somehow maneuvered instantaneously behind him to deliver a swift kick to his side. With an absurd level of strength even as he had been encased in steel armor he was flung forward as though a rag doll thrown by a child.
The knight was hurled toward a large stone pillar and crushed through it; damage dealt to both his back and front as he flew. “Insipid fool. None surpass me, no one even comes close,” taunted Frieza as he walked closer with a smirk upon his face. His pale complexion glittered as the rays of the night sovereign shone down upon him. “The likes of you are fit only to grovel before me.”
An incredible surge of pain coursed through the knight’s body. Positioned conveniently against a stone pillar he gazed up toward the large moon, yet what he bore witness to was the incarnation of evil as the moon slowly dyed in an ominous blood red. He was unable to do anything but hopelessly compliment the demon chosen by god, 'Frieza', “Hah… You’re not too bad,” he said as he coughed up blood.
“Why thank you. I do hope you’re satisfied, because tonight will be the last time you shall ever lay your eyes on that glorious moon.” As his enemy spoke, the knight clutched onto his sword once more, ‘perhaps that is so…’ he thought dejectedly but he couldn’t give up now. It was his sacred duty as a knight to defeat the foe before him or fall trying.
“That confidence of yours will be your undoing. Perhaps it will not be by me… but someday, definitely, you will underestimate the enemy enough that you will slip.”
“I wonder about that,” Frieza pointed toward the sky as a fluorescent mass of purple light gathered at his fingertips. The cold night air grew even more frigid as the knight stared in disbelief. The size of the purple ball of energy rapidly expanded to eventually eclipse over the moon, ‘I’m going to die…!’ he thought to himself that if nothing was done, then demise was the only thing left. Faced with death, the knight picked himself up and rushed toward the enemy once more.
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“Frieza!” when the knight shouted his name, Frieza temporarily froze. Images of a certain warrior flashed across his mind, the son of which was the beginning of a string of nightmares for the galactic overlord. His calm demeanor wiped from his face to a frown as he pointed his finger from his unoccupied hand towards the intrepid knight.
With cold, unfeeling eyes of crimson, Frieza glared back at the knight and launched a volley of quick ki blasts. A rapid succession of purple lights shot forth from his fingertips to drill through the knight’s armor plated body. [Death Beam], one of his more precision based ki attacks, it also served a more symbolic purpose, ‘I point at you and you die.’
The holes left smoky remnants as the knight fell flat onto his face, his body covered in holes and blood oozing from the wounds. He dropped his sword as he writhed in pain before his enemy. As he crawled against the floor Frieza unhesitatingly stomped and smashed the knight’s helmeted head against the concrete floor of the ruined cathedral. “Yes… this is how it should be. Your face against the ground as my foot rests upon you as a pedestal to my glory. I am Lord Frieza, and this is the respect I deserve.”
Yet it wasn’t long before Frieza had gotten tired of resting his foot upon an unmoving body. He applied as much weight and strength to his foot and kicked the fallen knight once more through the ruins- as though a child cheerfully kicking a football across an open field. “Oh my, done with your little game of resistance already?” he asked but no response ever came. “I thought so.” With no more delay Frieza had descended the grand ball of mystical purple energy towards the general location of the knight. ‘This is the end,’ Frieza thought as he turned his back to leave.
As the purple ball of death descended, the ruins of the cathedral could not even be classified a ‘ruin’ with ‘crater’ being a more apt description of what remained. With his hands behind his back to straighten his posture, Frieza slowly walked away without a care for the destruction he caused or the implications of it all. He did not have to. Why should he? He was the emperor of all things, he was ‘Lord Frieza’.
It was in this moment of careless self-satisfaction a sword slid through his leather armor and out the other side of his chest. “Wha…t?” Frieza briefly wondered as he felt the warm crimson fluid trickle down from his upper torso. He hesitantly glanced behind him to see the same knight he had though he destroyed with a bloodied smile upon his face.
“To… told ya… you’d slip… sooner… or later…” the knight taunted as held tightly onto the handle of the sword.
Frieza grit his teeth as his very veins could see bulging out of his forehead. “You… damned vermin….!” He raised his hands towards the knight’s face to unleash his wrath. This time a mass of red energy gathered at his palms, ominously glowing as the gleam was reflected off the knight’s silvery armor. “Die, you halfwit!”
For the next several minutes a barrage of red blasts decimated not only the knight’s entire body but the very terrain on which it rested on. The grounds beneath his feet were torn asunder as lightning arced across the skies as though to realize the emperor's anger. Nothing had been left behind, not a piece of metal on the knight’s armor, neither a hair nor fingernail, nothing; everything was washed away in the crimson fire.
“Kuh… Damned monkey!” Frieza shouted as he fell to his knees as the sword has siphoned too much blood from his system. His breathing became haggard and his vision blurred. He slammed against the floor as small crater opened beneath his fist. “How…! How did it come to this?! Again?! I refuse to die a third time!"