Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Freezia's Defeat ❯ Second ( Chapter 2 )

Freezia's Defeat….

Dralion pressed her knife into his throat, small drops of blood pooling at the dip in his neck,

"No…..killing you would be an awful mistake." Her voice was low and wicked. "But..I don't need to kill you…" The zealot's lip trembled and a weapon of sorts pressed hard into her back. "…to rip out your voice box," she reached up and licked her lips, "to cut off your tongue," she laughed silently as a cold bead of sweat rolled down his face, eyes squeezed tight in fear as her golden-sun tail lashed violently behind her. "to mess with the language centers of your brain. All of that would…" She paused wickedly, "suffice." She traced his face sweetly with the tip of her tail. Oh, how it almost unmade her at the slightest sensation of her tail. His eyes snapped open, as if fear had suddenly vanished.

"You Sayains are all alike!" She chuckled and spoke out of the Sayaijin language, in English,

"Sayain? Oh no. I'm very much human. She looked at her tail as if it were a simple novelty. "My Great, Great, Great, Great, Great, Great Grandmother was Sayain. She mated with a human-" she noticed his shudder, "-probably out of wedlock." He winced, as if he really believed what he preached,

"She passed a single, recessive gene to her daughter - highly uncommon. Since then, every human/sayain of my bloodline has had a like grandmother and granddaughter. It always skips a generation." She licked her lips and fell back, no longer interested in his blood.

"They tell me I have this gene, and it's not recessive." He straightened himself and huffed, his body guard backed down a bit, the weapon leaving the small of her back,

"You can't kill me. It would only enflame my followers." He spread his arms wide and spoke still in English, "to them, I am God's Son! The Prince of all living things!" Dralion chuckled, her hair falling from it's tie,

"I can't kill you, I know, but tell me, Godling- what will your followers do after this war? Indeed if there are any left? Pray until they realize there is no God? Live off lies and faith?" He scoffed. Apparently it had been a long time since he'd spoken in English, and was hungry for it's sounds on his lips,

"And what will yours do? Fight in tournaments?" She conceded,

"Probably. But I don't care. For the most part though, they'll probably go back to being the worst pain-in-the-ass leaders of the galaxy." He laughed, the Sayaijin tongue coming back easily,

"That won't happen. You will not lead them there." His guard raised his weapon to her head. Her tail lashed behind her, the bitterness of betrayal cold under her skin.

"I believe this meeting has concluded." He signaled the guard. With a streak of golden hair and tail the shot never fired. Dralion hissed, cold and viciously, dropping the guard to the ground, his neck at a broken angle,

"We had a truce for the duration of this meeting!" She rushed at him and pinned him against a something, not giving him a chance to protest,

"Maybe I will kill you, zealot!" She growled and spit in his face before throwing him to the ground and left to her transport, the war would be long still.

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