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Going Native: Sense of Challenge (ch. 47)
🕑 Added 2020-08-17 15:13:32 +0000 UTC"No." Elery decided with a shake of her head, "No. If you're going then I'm going too." The tone that she adopted was a familiar one -- the one that she used when her mind was already made up and there was absolutely nothing in the world that could change it. I wasn't surprised by it. The exact opposite really.
"Would you want to leave Mom all alone?" I asked, making Elery flinch as she turned a wide-eyed gaze to Mom, who looked down at the both of us. Her gaze flickered to me, telling me she knew exactly what I was doing. And she also knew that I wasn't in a position to refuse even if I wanted to. It could be phrased however Captain Ginyu wished, but I was being ordered to go to the Shield Wall.
“No… no,” Elery repeated, pressing her lips into a thin line. “You have to stay or-or, we could all go with you.”
“Afraid not,” Mom said, crouching down and placing a hand on top of Elery’s head. “We have our own job to do. Your big brother left a bunch of really important plans for us to take care of while he’s gone.” She said, deciding to back me up. Neither of us was surprised by Elery’s behavior -- it was the first time she was going to be separated from either of us. And, well, I could acknowledge that we had spoiled her rotten.
Elery looked at me with doubt-filled eyes, prompting me to nod. “I have several invasion plans that I need you and Mom to take care of while I’m gone,” I confirmed. It was the truth too. Given than they would be conquering the planets in my name, they would still be owned by me. I had a line of soft targets scheduled out for them, and alternatives if one of my rivals sniped one before they could arrive, and several hard targets.
“How long are you going to be gone for?” Elery questioned, perking up ever so slightly at the prospect of invading planets.
That, I didn’t know. “However long it takes to break through the Shield World,” I admitted to her. “I’ll try to do it as fast as I can, though.”
“But how long will it be? Like, a week?” She questioned, looking for an exact time frame. “If it’s any longer than a week, then you’ll miss the next episode of Hero-force and Hero-force: Next Generation.” It never got less weird watching an animated version of yourself fight people and things you had actually fought, and they got the details wrong.
“Like… a year,” I corrected, wincing internally when Elery’s face fell. I didn’t add that was being generous. Technician forwarded me the reports of battles and invoices for what the Cooler-force was selling and buying. The be kind, they were using utter garbage. That would be a difficulty in itself. So, a year was a generous estimate of how long it would take. My realistic one was about two years. Possibly three.
Simply because while taking a Shield World was entirely possible, but holding it would be another thing entirely.
“A whole year?” Elery questioned, her face scrunching up.
“We can still watch your shows together. Technician will take care of that. I just won’t be here in person,” I reassured. Elery still scowled, not liking that in the slightest. But there was nothing to be done about it. “You’ll barely know that I’m gone and I’ll do my best to come back as soon as possible. I promise,” I swore.
Elery still wore a scowl that became more of a pout with every passing second, but she gave a slow nod when I promised. She put a high value on them to the point that she never broke one to me and expected me to do the same to her. And I would do everything that I could to make sure that I did keep that promise.
Though, the solemn moment was almost ruined when Elery floated over me so that she could hang off my shoulder, regardless of the fact we were the same height now. Mom looked like she was swallowing a laugh at the sight, but she changed the subject to spare Elery's pride. "Are you taking anyone?" She questioned, wanting how much of our strength would be reduced.
"A small support team," I confirmed. Despite what I was heading into, I was by far more concerned about what my absence would mean for others. A rival commander could see it as an opportunity to strike at my budding empire and family. I couldn't afford to weaken them too much.
I had a shortlist prepared, "I'm thinking Shugesh and Matillo from my Team along with Broly." Then I added, "Tora would take command of the 501st in my absence while Avery would command my ground troops." I was a General now, so I had my own army. They weren't the same quality as the 501st, but they were good soldiers that I did my best to look after. All one million of them.
Altogether, there was the 501st that could be considered an army of their own. There were the hundred thousand Saiyan recruits that could be considered an army. Then there was my actual army. On top of that was Mom's army with our two fleets combined. Stealing three Saiyans shouldn't diminish our fighting strength much.
Elery growled at the idea I was taking Broly and not her, but I accepted her ire. Broly needed an excuse to start to reveal his true strength. Already he was considered a prodigy in terms of strength, but that was barely revealing a fraction of his true strength. This was the perfect opportunity.
"Alright," Mom accepted before she reached down to ruffle my hair. "I'm sure there will be plenty of powerful opponents waiting for you. Plus, I doubt Frieza would mind much if you stirred up some trouble with the Cooler-force." I smiled lightly as I nodded. Of that, I didn’t doubt too much.
“Keep an eye out for the Ghost Fleet,” I said in place of a goodbye, knowing that this would be the last time we saw each other for a few years. In-person, at least. The Ghost Fleet was the remaining fleets from the Shield Worlds that I conquered. And given that we had chosen to seize control of the planets and leave the fleets relatively untouched, there were four massive fleets somewhere in the Reach Empire, but no one knew where.
From reports, it seemed that they joined together and had an uncanny ability to pop up where it was least convenient for a gigantic fleet to appear.
“I can handle a couple of ships with my eyes closed,” Mom dismissed before she stood up. “I’ll take care of things until you get back, but I’m not good with aliens like you are, so you should hurry up and break the Shield Wall.” That was an understatement and motivation if I ever heard it. She gave me a small smile, "Go make your rounds. I'll see you off."
I nodded before we parted ways. With Captain Ginyu still on the ship, I was forced to use my scouter to trace my team. Even still, a number was displayed on my screen -- ten million PL. The absolute maximum that a scouter could read.
More incredibly, it wasn't just Captain Ginyu. Burter had a PL of ten million as well. But compared to how utterly crushing that presence felt, I couldn't help but believe that they were both far stronger than that.
"Do you have to go?" Elery questioned as we flew through the halls towards my team, hoping that my answer had changed five minutes later.
"I do. But, how about this -- if you complete all of my invasion plans before I get back, then you and everyone else can join us. It'll be a race," I said, knowing that would appeal to her. And I was right on the money. Elery nodded fiercely, about ready to invade planets all by herself.
We arrived at a mess hall some minutes later to see my team sitting at a table, crowded around Bardock. For a moment, it felt like nothing had changed. Like I was still a kid fresh out of the tank rather than a general and a prince.
Bardock saw me first, raising a hand to wave me over. I did, seeing everyone at the table. Elery jumped off my shoulder when she saw that Kakarot was there as well, "Bardock was just telling us what he's been up to," Tora explained.
Fasha cracked a smirk, "His stories aren't as impressive." Bardock scowled while Shugesh snickered at his expense.
"Can't be helped," Bardock admitted with a shrug of his shoulders. "I was stuck being babysat for a bit until I could keep up with the others."
"What can they do?" I questioned. I had tried to research the Ginyu squad’s abilities, but there was nothing on them beyond strong and fast. An information blackout.
"Ginyu is stronger I thought possible and I haven't seen anything that could seriously hurt him yet. Even when something does give him a scratch, it heals so fast you can never be sure if he was hurt in the first place. Burter is fast. I haven't seen it myself, but he says he's fast enough to run laps around planets in seconds. But I believe him. Jeice and Guldo are tied for their place -- Jeice can use techniques like a Saiyan and all of them are powerful while Guldo can…" Bardock trailed off, frowning slightly. "He says he can control time, but I'm not sure that I buy that. Whenever he uses the ability, everyone friezes but we can move just fine."
I mulled that over for a second, "It could be that he controls a target’s perception of time. To them, it's like time stopped, but to everyone else it's normal."
Bardock nodded, "Sounds about right. Either way, combining that with his telekinesis is a hard thing to counter. Recoome and I are tied for the weakest on the squad. He has a natural edge in terms of strength and durability, but I've spent the past five years closing that gap." Given who he was comparing himself too, Bardock was right to feel proud.
"Are you planning to fight them?" Shugesh questioned me, sounding suspicious.
"Well…," I started unconvincingly, earning some chuckle from my team. "Not just because I wanted to fight them. I need to know what they can do to take down the Shield Wall."
"Right," Shugesh said, clearly not buying it. And I couldn't blame him for that. The Scarabs, the best that the Reach could offer, had become annoyances at best. And only because of their weaponry that could ignore durability. My main increase in strength had come from three years of training, which only increased the gap in strength. The only actual challenges I had during the past three years were from my team, and even then their progress wasn't as rapid as mine.
"Do you think you would win?" Kakarot questioned, and now that they were sitting next to each other, it was clear that Kakarot was the spitting image of Bardock. And he used to say that Vegeta was a clone of my father.
"Of course he would win," Elery answered as if it were obvious. I wished I had her confidence in my victory, but I didn't. I was strong, of that much I had no doubt, but… I didn't have any technique that would allow me to close that gap in strength. I would be to Captain Ginyu what Scarabs were to me -- a momentary annoyance.
"Maybe," I allowed, not wanting to start an argument when it would be the last time I saw my team for a bit. I sat at the table, savoring the feeling that came to an end all too soon. A message beeped on my scouter from Captain Ginyu.
Bardock apparently got the same message because he abruptly stood up. "It's time for us to go," he announced, and while he was speaking to the Team, it was clear that he was directing the words to Gine and Kakarot. Gine's expression fell but she picked up not a second later. Given who her husband was, it wasn't surprising that she was used to long absences.
Kakarot faired worse. His expression crumpled, curling into himself as if every scrap of happiness he ever had was just ripped from his fingers. In response, Bardock reached out a placed a hand on top of his head, giving him a familiar smirk. While he said goodbye to his family, I turned to the Team.
"Shugesh, you're coming with us. Matillo is too," I informed, making Shugesh perk up while Fasha groaned.
“Why does he get to go?” Fasha muttered, sending Shugesh a dark look. To which he answered with a wide and smug grin, too delighted for his own good.
“Because Tarble can’t crack the Shield Wall without me,” Shugesh bragged to doubtful looks. A small smile tugged at my lips as I didn’t correct him of that notion. “Honestly, it’ll be good to shed some of the dead weight around here,” He remarked, sending a sideways look at Parslee, who looked like he wasn’t paying attention to anything that happened.
“Tora,” I said, turning to my second in command, “You have command of the army and the saiyan recruits. Don’t get them killed,” I ordered and earned a half-smile and a nod from the older man.
“Yes sir, Prince General Tarble,” He said, using a title that was only uttered when he felt like being a pain. “And I have your plans. You won’t have anything to worry about on our end.” And that was a relief to hear. My gaze swept over the others to see relaxed expressions. Each of them met my gaze -- Fasha, Tora, and Borgos as they nodded their farewell.
It was hardly heartfelt but that was simply because we all expected to see each other again.
"Until then," I said, rubbing Elery's hair before I left with Bardock and Shugesh. "Don't die, any of you," I added before the door closed as we made our exit. Once the doors slid shut, I let out a small breath before I continued forward.
We made our way to the hanger bay in silence -- the task at hand weighing heavily on Bardock and my minds while Shugesh nibbled on a piece of jerky. However, as we reached it, I found an unwelcome surprise. Matillo was at the docking bay, along with the Ginyu squad and Broly -- the unwelcomed figure there was Paragus.
I had seen very little of Paragus since I rejected his offer to place him in charge of thousands of lives. And instead of trying to prove himself worthy of that honor, he kept his head low like a coward. A rebuke weighed heavily on my tongue the moment I laid eyes on him, but I swallowed it. This wasn't the time or place to cause a scene.
Instead, my gaze went to Captain Ginyu. "We're ready to go," I informed.
"Excellent!" Captain Ginyu announced as the attack balls cracked open. "Don't worry -- with all of us working together, the Shield World will stand no chance. Perhaps our shows could even do a collaboration!" He added with a laugh as he got into his attack ball.
I simply smiled in response as I glanced at Broly and Paragus. Paragus seemed as if he were daring me to challenge his right to go with us while Broly simply seemed confused. "Let's load up," I said, walking to my own attack ball that had been prepared. Everyone nodded in response and obeyed the order, me, Matillo, and Shugesh each getting our own and Paragus and Broly sharing one.
I looked out the small round window of the attack ball and saw both Elery and Mom waving at me. A small knot of tension eased it's way out of me as I waved back, staring at them until my attack ball forced me to look into the void of space. I took in a small breath, settling in my chair and prepared myself for a long trip. Attack balls were fast, but not fast enough to cross the galaxy in a reasonable amount of time-
My thoughts were interrupted when a portal appeared before Captain Giynu, whose team led the formation our attack balls were in. I swallowed a comment, figuring I should have known better than to think that the Ginyu squad would have a way around Reach FTL blockers. So, I simply crossed my arms and leaned back as we entered the portal. Unlike a slipstream portal, it wasn't a pitch-black but instead, it was filled with vibrant colors.
A message pinged on my scouter from Bardock as we traveled halfway across the galaxy. I read it and my lips tugged into a frown.
>Have you heard about your brother?<
My eyes narrowed into slits, dimly aware of the possibility that Vegeta could have died. It was always a possibility in battle, no matter how strong you were. I replied back that I hadn't and I wondered if I was about to receive news that my brother was dead through a message.
>He's no longer apart of Frieza's personal army and he's been given the same privilege that you have.< Meaning that he wasn't dead. A sigh of relief escaped me, glad for it. That… that was really good news. I was doing my part to complete King Vegeta the First's plan, but with Vegeta carving out his own empire then we were that much more likely to succeed. And since I knew that Vegeta wouldn't be interested in it, I could offer to let Ada'la help him shape his planets.
>Since when?< I questioned, a thought struck me.
>About a year ago.< Bardock answered, confirming my suspicions. Vegeta hadn't spoken to me in three years. If he was angry about my privilege, then surely that would have stopped when he got it too? Then why hadn't I heard from him or King Vegeta? Not even Mom had heard anything.
I clenched my jaw and didn't respond to the message, choosing to sit in silence with my thoughts as I waited for the ride to come to an end. In the end, the only way I was going to find out was if I saw him again so I could ask him directly. The heavy thoughts made the trip take longer, but while it felt like days, it was only hours to travel halfway across the galaxy.
A bright light filled the end of the tunnel before we exited on the other side. Looking around, I saw that we at least weren't in the same system with all of the asteroids. And once our attack balls oriented themselves, I saw a large planet that was a deep red. The same color as blood. Storms dotted its surface, and more than a few of them were large enough to envelop entire countries. Beyond the planet, I saw fleets in defensive positions as well as defense platforms.
More noticeably, I saw salvage. It drifted through space, a near wall of it that forced our attack balls to Bob and weave through the debris field. Countless ships, likely more than I had ever seen before, were scattered around the planet. All of them ruined by breached hulls or missiles. Both Cooler-force and Reach ships. Once we neared the planet, I saw massive bricks hovering in orbit as entire armies of salvagers broke ships down to either melt them for scrap or a payday if they found something good.
Then I realized I knew the planet's name, "Shipyard." It wasn't the planet's official name, but it was what it would be called by so long as it existed. This was where Lord Cooler established a massive shipyard to salvage ruined ships to reuse them or sell them.
Our ships sailed by the large salvage operation towards the planet's surface. We aimed directly towards a large spot, a large storm that was worse than it looked. The attack ball shook violently, bombarded with wind and thunder as we descended into the storm. I could barely see a thing through the window, but I could vaguely make out the shape of what seemed to be a fortress. I'm guessing the storm was a defensive measure against ordinary Reach troops.
The attack ball landed with a light thump. The door cracked open and I prepared myself to be hit with a face full of sand. Instead, I was hit with nothing. Thinking I would see some kind of energy barrier keeping the storm out, I saw that I was only half right.
Surrounding the fortress was a blur and a whirlwind as if we suddenly found ourselves standing in the eye of a tornado. My brow furrowed as I looked at the blur, trying to figure out what it was. Then I recalled what Bardock had said. It was Burter. He was running so fast around the fortress that he was creating a shield that kept the storm out. "He's fast," I muttered, knowing that feat was beyond me.
"The fastest in the universe!" Captain Ginyu confirmed, seemingly taking pride at the abilities of his squadmate. He smiled down at me, “Can’t have us looking devilish by a little storm when we’re about to meet Lord Cooler.”
To that, I nodded, “From what I’ve heard, he’s someone that values order,” I agreed. Which is why it was surprising that he would be in a place like this, I thought as I glanced at the fortress. The place was solidly built, that much I could recognize. A central building with layered walls marked with defensive towers -- it wouldn’t stop me, but it would take countless normal soldiers to get through those walls.
But it looked like it was stripped and weathered by the sandstorm which had raged for who knew how long.
“Do you have any experience with Lord Cooler?” I questioned, feeling Broly grab hold of my cape as we walked. Shugesh snickered while Captain Ginyu looked momentarily lost before he nodded.
“Plenty. I’ve watched them grow up,” He explained proudly.
“Then I’ll follow your lead,” I said, knowing when it was better to defer to those with more experience. If they were on good terms, then Lord Cooler would be more likely to accept our help. Captain Ginyu nodded as he led the way, I fell in step just behind him while everyone else trailed behind us. I heard Guldo make a comment about Broly holding onto my cape, but it wasn’t enough to make him let go.
Even years after being surrounded by people, those years of isolation on Vampa had left their mark.
We walked into the fortress, whose doors opened as we neared. I expected to see soldiers or something, but there was nothing. Not a sound. Simply a dimly lite hallway that was a straight shot down. We walked in silence and a sense of unease entered me as I spotted a deceptively simple door. I felt a pressure on my skin that I learned to recognize that I was nearing a powerful person.
At first, I thought it was simply Burter and Captain Ginyu, but once the doors slid open when we neared, I instantly knew that wasn’t the case.
Lord Cooler sat in a throne raised on three platforms. He didn’t really resemble Lord Frieza. His skin was a deep violet, which made the white armor-like protrusions that covered his chest, shins, forearms, and head stand out that much more. Contrasting his deep violet skin were his red eyes, a color that was matched by skin that surrounded his eyes and flowed down his cheeks around his mouth and nose.
“Ginyu,” Lord Cooler greeted coldly, and I could feel that our presence wasn’t a welcomed one. Every hair on my body stood on end and my blood turned to ice in my veins. As if he could sense my apprehension, his red eyes flickered to me, “Prince Tarble.”
“Greetings, Lord Cooler! You seem to be in fine health! Your father will be overjoyed to hear it -- he says that you don’t talk much, but I’m sure that a case of the storm. Is there a message that I could pass along to him?” Captain Ginyu questioned, greeting Lord Cooler like an old friend while I simply bowed in response. Every muscle was taut, feeling unease deep down in my gut. A feeling that I had almost forgotten.
An instinct that told me that death was nearby.
“No,” Lord Cooler answered while I gestured for my team behind me to fan out a bit. Just in case. Broly still held onto my cape, so he would be fine… as much as he could be.
“Oh… well… I suppose you are at that age,” Captain Ginyu continued, making me briefly close my eyes as it clicked into place why I felt death nearby. It was apparently a mistake to let Captain Ginyu take the lead. That was abundantly clear when Lord Cooler simply stared down Captain Ginyu, his gaze unblinking as he rested his head on a fist that was propped up on an arm of his throne.
The silence stretched on for an uncomfortably long time before Captain Ginyu coughed into his hand before he continued, “Your brother, Lord Frieza, has offered his services in helping you break through the Shield Wall! The entire Ginyu squad as well as Prince Tarble and his associates-”
“My brother,” Lord Cooler interrupted, his tone frigid, “sends you as an insult. To cast doubt on my abilities and to show that I am unable to do anything without his help.” To that, he was answered with silence. I glanced over at Captain Ginyu to see that his mouth hung open, unable to argue the point. Because I had little trouble believing that Lord Cooler was absolutely correct in that regard.
The silence that stretched on was even more unbearable than the first. Eventually, it was finally broken by Captain Ginyu muttering a quiet, “Well… I’m sure-”
My vision was filled with a purple light and I felt wind on my face. However, as soon as it appeared, it was gone, leaving with afterimages in my eyes that had to be blinked away. Yet, even with my hazy vision, I looked over to my right where Captain Ginyu stood.
And I found only a hand.
A deep groove marked the floor and it trailed all the way down the hallway that we walked down, punching through the door and destroying the ships that we had parked outside. With a gesture that I hadn’t even seen, Lord Cooler killed our most powerful fighter and cut off our only method of escape. If there had to be a silver lining it was that Captain Ginyu was the only one that died.
Slowly, I turned to face Lord Cooler to see him lower a hand that he had used to kill Captain Ginyu. I found his gaze focused solely on me and I met it unflinchingly. I guess this is what I get for complaining about my opponents being too weak.
“Your turn,” Lord Cooler said, his voice ringing in my ears. I swallowed thickly, feeling closer to death with a conversation than I had in a fight in years.
“Lord Frieza probably sent us here as an insult, but that doesn’t mean we have to be accepted as one,” I started. “Use us to make a point. And a profit.” At that, Lord Cooler’s lips curled up into a slight smile.
“Diplomacy from a Saiyan. Interesting,” he remarked. “I’ve met your brother and father. That is a talent that they lack considerably.” To that, I simply bowed my head, waiting for him to continue. “But there is a problem with your plan, Prince Tarble. I don’t need any of you to make a point or a profit. In fact, a point that I much rather make would be to send my dear brother your heads. All too often he breaks my favorite toys, and I think it’s past time that I returned the favor.”
Well then. That wasn’t a promising start.
“Perhaps,” I said, feeling that familiar fear of danger sharpen my instincts. I took in a deep breath and centered myself before I spread out my awareness. If felt Lord Cooler’s presence wash over me like I had just been tossed into the sun. It was crushing, suffocating, and awe-inspiring. But it helped me know what I was dealing with and how completely outmatched I was. “I wouldn’t go as far as to say that any of us are irreplaceable, but our deaths would certainly delay the Frieza-force war effort.”
“But,” I continued, “by killing us, Lord Frieza will ensure that it looks poorly on you. He’ll twist our deaths to say that you were jealous because your forces are lacking.”
Lord Cooler let out a huff, “That is true,” he admitted. “So, no matter what I do, I must suffer an insult.” And… he probably wasn’t wrong there.
“... Yeah,” I agreed with a nod. “But if you use us then your expenditures on ships will decrease by a notable amount, which will further increase your profit margins for this quarter. Additionally, once the Shield Wall is broken, you alone will reap the profits from the venture. I officially waive any right to the planets, if it was ever in question…” I looked up at Lord Cooler to find that he was listening to my proposal before I added, “And I’m certain that you will be able to twist our presence here as an insult to Lord Frieza.”
“An interesting tactic for sparing your lives,” Lord Cooler noted, sounding like he approved. “I see why Frieza favors you.”
“Thank you, Lord Cooler,” I said, waiting for the verdict.
The third beat of silence was the worst out of the three. Each second felt like it stretched on for an eternity and a half. I could have completely believed I knelt there for that long if it wasn’t for Lord Cooler tapping a finger on his armrest.
Then I felt pain in my chest. I coughed, blood erupting from my mouth and the hand I went to cover it with didn’t respond. Coughing up more blood, the panicked shouts of Broly falling on deaf ears when I looked over to figure out what the problem was. It was rather obvious.
My arm was missing, but it was okay since I saw it laying on the ground next to me along with a portion of my chest. Blood pumped from the gruesome wound, flooding down my armor. The sight sprung me into action as purple light covered my hand as I held it down on the wound. The pain caught up to me a second later after the shock wore off, but I ignored it as I looked up at Lord Cooler.
He was smiling, the finger that had been tapping at the armrest was pointed in my direction. I met his gaze as I cautiously formed a Medicine Ball. After all, if he wanted me dead, then I would be dead. The fact that I only had my arm cut off was on purpose. The action got a slight smile from the Frost Demon.
"You!" Broly shouted, making what was left of my heart drop to my feet as he took a step forward. I saw his eyes spark with yellow, slipping into the Wrath State with an accidental ease. "I don't like you!' he shouted, ki gathering in his hands. I had to stop this.
The Medicine Ball became a patch over my wounded side. Muscle mass and food was sacrificed to grow replacements to the very vital organs that were just damaged. Leaving my only hand free.
"GO AWAY-" Broly started to scream, only to be cut off when I grabbed his tail and planted a knee in his back to continue to yank. He struggled beneath me, weakened but it was enough.
"That's enough, Broly," I rasped, keeping hold of his tail. My voice was enough to make him go still. That was good. I coughed, more blood rushing up my throat that I spat on the ground next to Broly. I turned to Lord Cooler, he watched the exchange with a faintly amused expression. "Please forgive him, Lord Cooler. The Wrath State is a harsh technique and he hasn't mastered it yet. He did not mean it."
Broly's, "Yes, I did," was absolutely damning.
“You owe me a favor,” Lord Cooler decided, not remarking on the exchange. “I heard about how you Saiyans like scars, and that you had two that nearly formed an x over your heart. I’ve connected them for you. Thank me,” he ordered. I swallowed a mouth full of blood as I attempted to reconnect my arm to my body with a Medicine Ball but I had no clue if it was working or not.
“Thank you, Lord Cooler. For fixing my scar, and allowing us to break the Shield Wall.”
Lord Cooler chuckled. It was a chilling sound.
“You're welcome.”
Comments
Gremlin Jack
I think it would be more funny if Cooler hit Ginyu hard enough that by the time he regenerates original Lobo has made a comeback. What can I say... I like Lobo.
Lazy Wizard
If Ginyu is in Lobo’s body, then he isn’t dead. He can come back from a hand. And considering that the rest of the squad hasn’t said anything or made any noise, they know he isn’t dead. Poor Tarble though. Cooler comes across as one of those asshole bosses who make you beg and scrape for anything. Residual pain from me dealing with people like that makes me hope Cooler dies in agony. Not that he will anytime soon.
Ezra Melman
Is ginyu really dead? Isn’t he in lobos body, and thus can regenerate a whole new person from just his hand surviving?
Fasd
Holy Shit, dude ends Ginyu like an ant and then has the control to not only cut that precise that he lives long enough to fix it. Wow does not due justice on this.
Kibbleguy
That was intense.
Produx :}
o.o
ItsaKipplee
....Wow
