Chapter 2
Somewhere on a distant world, deep within a high end science facility, a tall, horned figure was staring out the window, keeping his hands behind his back, while the scientists were doing their best to stabilize Frieza’s condition.
“How is he, doctor?” He spoke in a deep voice, his tone heavily annoyed at the approaching scientist. “Is his condition stable, finally?”
“Yes. Indeed it is. But, we do not know for how long it will remain as such. This alchemical brew… it looks tailor made to suit your species’ particur weaknesses.”
Both he and first son, whose violet skin shone in a much darker tone than either his sibling or his father, raised an eyebrow, both insulted and concerned.
“Weaknesses, you say?” Cold lowered his tone, snarling at the doctor as he turned to gre into his eyes, over his rge shoulder. “You are sure?”
“Yes. We have thoroughly analyzed this concoction, and it is marvelous how someone could’ve produced such a brew that would so readily affect your kind.”
“And who else knows of this development?” Cooler asked, his eyes glistening in the light, as he too snarled at the doctor, hands crossed as he spoke up.
“None but us.”
“You are sure?” Cold turned towards the scientist, taking a few lumbering steps as he scratched his chin.
“Yes. We’ – urgh!”
Suddenly, a beam of energy pierced clean through the doctor’s head, before several others were unched towards his collegues, all of the nearby scientists colpsing to the ground.
“Urgh…” Cooler shook his head, briefly caressing his forehead in annoyance. “You know that was entirely unnecessary, father.”
“Oh, come now, son. You know they would’ve leaked the information out, as soon as they had the opportunity. I needn’t tell someone as… psychologically studious as yourself, why it would’ve been detrimental to us, had they been left alive… especially if this brew is as potent, as described.”
“Killing them, in this particur context, is detrimental to us finding out some way to counteract it! Besides, think about it, father!” Cooler raised his tone, confronting his father and looking straight in his eyes, as Cold soon rolled his own, having had these kind of talks ad nauseum.
“Yes, yes… fabricating an impression of trust with the… things…” He dismissively waved his hand towards the corpses, but generally referring to anyone who wasn’t part of their family. “Makes them more likely to support the bullshit that we propagandize them with. I’ve heard this so often, it’s not even funny anymore.”
“But do you not see the logic in it, father?!”
“Oh, don’t worry. That I do. But, why bother?”
“Why bother?! How about I put you in charge of…”
“Ah, but sweet child of mine… I am in charge.”
“Spare me your inane retorts, and try to grasp what I profess, for once! Who do you think builds the ships and weapons? Who do you think builds the tools with which to actually make the ships and weapons? Who do you think feeds the ones who build the tools? It’s definitely not us, father! Your way of doing things, through violence as a first resort and maybe with a hint of management, is going to crumble far sooner than you…”
“Urgh…” His words were interrupted though, as Frieza gradually awakened, gritting his teeth and aching from every fiber of his muscles, having the urge to clench his fists and curl his toes in agony, but didn’t find the energy to even do that.
“Ah, my child.” Cold rushed to the bedside, pushing on a button and having the bed straighten up for Frieza to sit up.
“Aarggh!” The youngest of the icelings groaned in pain, his bones seeming like they’d crack from the inside out and burst right out through his muscles and his skin, his eyes bulging out from even such a slight, but sudden movement… which seemed to bring his father a degree of delight.
“Where… where am I…?” Frieza struggled, trying to twist his neck and look around the room, but found that most of his body was immobile, as it was now. Then, as he looked around the room with his gnce, which seemed like coarse stones grazing against granite as they rolled inside their sockets… soon to come upon his own visage, thereafter. “What… what happened…?”
He asked, seeing that his body had changed, since he’d almost died at the hands of that… “Filthy… little… monkey – argh!” He felt his anger boiling deep within, his jaw clenching, before a jolt of pain and anguish coursed throughout his entire body like a hail of needles, pinching, pulling and cutting through every single fiber of his muscles and his organs.
He was in his fourth form, and though here he was… bed ridden and immobilized, in sheer and utter agony.
“Monkey, you say?” Cooler raised an eyebrow, rubbing his chin with apparent intrigue.
“Urgh… how… am I… in my fourth… form…?”
“We had to force your body to transform, son. You would not have survived, otherwise. It is still questionable whether or not you’re going to, at this rate.”
“You can thank our darling and beloved father for that, brother.”
“Do I detect disdain in your voice?”
“Peer further and you might detect a whole lot more than that.”
“Urgh. I tire of these back and forths. Why did I even bring you here? You can leave.”
“I have come here, after having left behind important business, father. I will stay for however long I desire.”
“Oh, all right, fine.” Cold rolled his eyes, waving Cooler off, before once more turning towards Frieza. “So then, my boy.”
“Argh!”
Frieza leapt up, after having had a firm hand pced upon his shoulder, almost dislocating his arm, in his frail state. What was it with father? Frieza thought. Surely he realized his son was in deep pain.
“Aaargh!”
Once again, he yelled out in pain, feeling his entire body twisting and contorting, as Cold shook him, almost enthusiastically.
“Tell me, my boy. What happened?”
“Well… I… argh?!”
“What then?!
“There… there was this… monkey girl… aargh!”
“Oh, really?! And then? And then?! And then?!?”
“Stop… shaking me! Argh! For… fuck’s sake! It hurts!”
He finally managed to utter, between coarse and twisted breaths, drooling and spitting as he mustered up whatever sembnce of strength, to try and push his father back.
“Oh? Does it?” Cold tilted his head to the side, a sadistic and angered look twisting his face further and further, with every word he spoke, shaking Frieza without stopping, as he struggled against his father. “Does it, boy? Do you want respite? Do you want to see compassion, from your darling, loving father? Here! Have some!”
“Aaaargh!”
In the next moment, Frieza was unched across the room, a firm punch sending him flying into the nearby wall, leaving a bloodied body mark on impact, deep into the hard metal. In an instant, Cold grabbed Frieza torso in one hand, before smming him face first into the ground, making a deeper and deeper hold with each strike. After several moments, Cold took his barely moving, twitching body and raised it to the level of his face, his expression a mixture of anger and delight.
“What… what are you doing, father…” Frieza asked, his words barely intelligible, as he struggled massively to not bck out.
“Oh, you don’t realize? It not like I wasted so many years, trying to educate you?” He smmed his knee into his son’s guts. “It’s not like I invested so much in your production and development?” He smmed both hands on the sides of Frieza’s head, the world seeming to distort around the iceling, before he next got a punch straight in the face, sending him to the ground. “It’s not like I’d wanted you to actually be my successor, or anything like that. No, no, no… well, to answer your question; I’m having myself at least a little bit of fun, in removing the trash. You know, at least have a little bit of return for what I invested.”
“Argh… why…” Much to his family’s surprise, Frieza arduously tried to stand up on his feet, every fiber of his body burning up from the inside, his muscles throbbing and his bones breaking all across… yet, he was still struggling.
“Oh, look! He’s getting delirious. Why what, Frieza? I already answered your question.” That brew was quite something. Aren’t you gd we killed these mongrels, Cooler?”
The elder of the brothers scoffed, crossing his arms as he approached, his gnce turning back and forth from his sibling and his father, as he pondered to himself.
“I… I thought… I thought you cared for me…” Frieza raised his tone, in rage and sorrow, snarling at his father, as tears started pouring from his eyes.
At the sight of which, Cold’s expression immediately turned sour, almost expressionless.
“Oh, that’s rich. I really fucked up with this one, didn’t I?” With a snarl, he kicked Frieza over the head, sending him flying into another nearby wall, before stomping on his head and leaning heavily onto it, the crystal on the icelings skull cracking open from the pressure, his eyes bulging as he mouth was hanging open, salivating as he screamed in pain, his limbs twitching as he tried retaliating. “Look at you! At least your brother’s functional! Perhaps even a decent assistant!”
Cooler chuckled at the compliment, and as Cold turned around, the elder brother opened up his arms and readied himself to actually embrace his father, assuming that he’d now finally be ready to accept him as his new successor.
“Cooler, darling.”
“Yes, father?”
“Clean up this mess, will you?” He walked by, barely even acknowledging his son’s gesture, much to the tter’s chagrin. “Then, you can proceed to your so-called “important” business. I’ll be in the cloning facility, if you’ll need me. But, actually, don’t bother. I’ll be quite busy.”
“Doing what?” Cooler’s face twitched in growing anger and frustration, so annoyed, that he was still holding his pose, clenching his still open fists as he grit his teeth.
“What do you think? Giving you another baby brother to annoy.”
“You know, father.”
Upon feeling a firm hand put upon his shoulder, Cold turned around and met his son’s gre, but before he managed to utter another word, a stinging pain coursed all throughout his body, Cooler having pierced his chest up to his elbow, his bloodied hand sticking out through Cold’s back.
“I’ve always hated you.”
“Urgh… why…”
“Oh, come on! Even you shouldn’t be this dense.”
“You… you wretched…”
“Nope. Don’t want to hear it. I’ve spent far too long with your incessant voice echoing in my ears. Fuck you, dad!”
Suddenly, Cooler shot a death beam right through Cold’s head, instantly killing his father.
Then, upon feeling the vibration of his corpse colpsing to the ground, Cooler froze up for a brief moment, before a wicked and utterly delighted smile rose up in the corner to his mouth, as he started ughing.
“Hahaha! Finally! He’s finally dead! And now it’s all mine! Every bit of it… all mine! Hahaha!”
“Brother…”
From a corner of the room, Frieza’s voice echoed in Cooler’s ears, the elder sibling rolling his eyes so hard it almost hurt, before he snarled and turned around to see his younger brother crawling on the floor, towards him.
“Thank… you… aargh!” He yelled out in pain, as Cooler crushed his wrist and pulled him by it, to face level.
“Thank me? What ever for, brother mine? Do you think I’ll be sparing you, any way?” He raised his hand, charging another death beam as he pointed his fingers towards Frieza’s forehead, the heat from the small bud of energy grazing his skin. Although, to Cooler’s surprise, Frieza raised his gnce and stared into his brother’s eyes, with vengeful determination.
Cooler thought to end him here and now, but on the other hand… he rather respected brother’s gesture. He looked athwart, pondering what to do, while still charging the beam.
“You know…” He smiled, looking at the rge sun that stood tall atop the sky. “You have provided me with an opportunity to kill our father. So, therefore…” With a smug grin, he dragged Frieza out of the room, across the corridor and thereafter onto the nding pad that harbored his own ship, before raising him to eye level once more. “In the interest of fairness… may we one day meet again, if you survive.”
He said in somewhat pyful, although rather unusually… rather solemn tone, before flunging Frieza up towards the sky, the iceling leaving the world and soon thereafter fast approaching the radiant star.
As the heat was growing in intensity, Frieza found himself reminiscing about his life. What had he achieved? Everything was offered to him on a silver ptter, since his birth. He never worked a single day in his life, for anything at all. He despised everyone. He helped no one; and cared for no one; and now, all his wrongs had finally caught up to him.
He groaned in pain, feeling his skin starting to actually melt upon his muscles, his blood literally boiling inside of him… although, in a fit of crity, he burst out ughing.
“Hahaha! I guess you were right… little monkey… we do… choose our own fate… don’t we…? Not that I don’t deserve… to die like this, but… if I live through this… I’ll…”
In that instant, his body stopped moving, and as Frieza gradually and arduously opened his eyes to see what’s going on, he saw the luminous figure of a stranger, wearing a short jacked that had… what was that is said? Cap… Capsule…
“Who… are you…?”
The stranger didn’t say, and instead gred at Frieza with disdain, yet likewise with sincere compassion, his light violet hair careening in the current of his aura.
“This is for my mother.” He snarled at the iceling, punching him in the back of the throat and causing him to bck out in an instant, gritting his teeth as he then looked over to the nearby sun, pondering whether or not to actually throw Frieza into it after all. However, he then shook his head and took the iceling’s broken arm over his shoulder.
“This… is also for you, mom.”
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In another part of the cosmos, Ginse gradually woke up to the sound of voices and machinery, the noises not too unfamiliar to her, but the pace… the athmospheric pressure… and the weird accent of whoever was there with her. It was all so foreign.
“See. I told you it’ll be all right.” The voice of a woman first echoed in her years, the tone cheerfull and relieved, as she patted the short, stocky man beside her on the back.
“Oh, goodness.” He sighed in relief, almost falling out of his chair, before getting up and shouting excitedly with glee. “Yes! Yes! It’s aliiive!”
As the girl’s vision was gradually clearing up, she realized she was accompanied by two people, a couple of scientists from the looks of it; but whom, unlike the saiyans she’d grown up with, had a very kind and studious, pyfully aloof and joyous allure, a smile rising in the corner of the child’s mouth, as she ughed.
“Hahaha!”
And that’s where we’ll be leaving the story, for now.
What’s going to happen next? Find out in the next episode, etc.
Anyways, etc, among other things…
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Anyways, among other things...
Nobody and nothing whatsoever has any "higher cim" to anyone's lives, than whoever's living those lives.
Nobody and nothing whatsoever has any more or less anything at all, than anyone or anything else at all.
Freedom is never given. Freedom is never taken.
Freedom is everything and veyond, and the essence of everything and veyond, etc...
Everything and veyond is always a choice, and the choice is always ours to genuinely make.
Anyways, among other things...
Always question everythingThe more we know, the more we know, how much more there is to know
Anyways, we are to all and always and veyond ways persist, rebel, defy and do what is right, conscious, spiritual, defiant, creative, courageous, genuine, honest, greater, wilder, louder, prouder etc, no matter fuckin' what, etc.
WAHUURFIII
MUAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Criteria of Worthiness: https://philoliasfidareos.com/criteria-of-worthiness/
True Spirituality, compared to bullshit zealotry and cults: https://philoliasfidareos.com/true-spirituality-compared-to-bullshit-zealotry-and-cults/
Anarchy and What It Actually Means: https://philoliasfidareos.com/anarchy-and-liberty-and-the-rejection-of-evil-and-svery/
Exposing "virology", "germ theory" and scamdemics: https://philoliasfidareos.com/exposing-virology-germ-theory-and-alopathic-so-called-medicine/
Exposing and retaliating against "israel" and parasitic jews: https://philoliasfidareos.com/exposing-and-retaliating-against-the-bullshit-parasitic-zionist-jews-and-against-evil-in-general-etc/
Genuine Veganism (not the bullshit co-opted version): https://philoliasfidareos.com/2882-2/
Choosing Good over evil: https://philoliasfidareos.com/freedom-spirit-liberty-courage-defiance-honesty-and-essence-also-exposing-the-scamdemic-the-svery-system-the-zionist-talmudic-parasitic-jewry-holocaust-lies-the-most-widespread-cult-bel/
Anyway, among other things...
“Creator” and “Creation” consciousness are not “separate”. They are both I and We and Me, infinite and unlimited consciousness, manifesting in different ways, and veyond the concept of “ways”.
Everything is always a choice, and the choice is always ours to make.
Always and veyond ways, I wildly, loudly, proudly persist, rebel, defy.
Always and veyond ways, I and We and Me are all and always and veyond ways, infinite and unlimited, unbound, freedom, liberty, defiance, soul and spirit, care and love, imagination, courage, will and intent, infinity, unlimitedness and veyond... among other things...
HARAGUURFIII WARAHUURFIII WAHUURFIII
MUAAAAH AHAHAHAH AHA HA HAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HA AHAHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
