Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Rhapsody in Flames ❯ Prologue - Tahek La ( Prologue )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

A/N:  Uh ohhhh, what’s this you say?  Yeeees, this is the sequel to ‘Requiem in Blue’ that I have been struggling with the decision to start for weeks now.  But this particular universe has become very dear to me and I wish to explore it more; I think it must be explored more!  After all I can’t leave Bulma & Veggie in such an emotionally damaging relationship the WHOLE TIME, can I?  Or… can I?  *evil laughter…  
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Furiza’s eyes narrowed as a gleam of lab light flashed brilliantly over the hunk of solid metal.  His fingers caressed the curve of its seamless, expertly crafted shape, and he bit his bottom lip the way a mother would if she gazed long enough at her infant child.  The face before him was lovelier than it had been before, he thought.  The tech so intricately married with biology; it was a dream that his people had only toyed with for countless decades, even before the Saiya-jin had come.  Before they had come and ruined… everything…
The fleet ship Zashari, where the remaining Aisu-jin had fled after the demise of Shafuri, had been idle, stationary behind the dwarf planet Kayzahr for over two standard weeks.  Out here, in the Videon’s most far reaches, Kayzahr’s mostly lead core created an EMR disruption between itself and its ten orbiting moons.  The Saiya-jin, so far ahead in offensive strategy than Furiza had anticipated, had thus far been unable to find them; no one really noticed Kayzahr, as its inhabitants were mostly non-sentient.  But soon, it would be time to find them.
“Divine Emperor?”
Furiza stood straight and turned reluctantly from the miracle of science that he had so deftly commissioned.  His chief science officer, who breathed through tightly clenched teeth and spattered the lackey next to him with red saliva surely meant well to please his emperor.  But Furiza, a descendent of a centuries old noble house and not tolerant of typical, plebian stupidity, sighed with impatience.
“Officer?”  He inquired, with measured control.
“You are pleased with the results then, My Lord?”  He eeked out, pointing one long, white finger at the two experiments Furiza had been admiring only moments before.  Oh, truly, this one made the small, filament-like hairs that covered his body stand on end.  Furiza ground his sharp teeth together and nodded once.
“They are quite beautiful, Officer.”  Gods help him, but he couldn’t rightly remember the scientist’s name.  “Are they yet functional, or shall I just continue to stare at them until I grow bored?”
Furiza’s boredom was not a thing to be taken lightly.  The scientist whined in typical Aisu-jin fashion and arched his back in submission, hunching over before he scuttled to one of the stasis beds.  He placed both hands on either side of the subject’s face, barely touching the skin and mecha-tech that folded so beautifully against each other.
“This one is functional, Divine Emperor.  His insides were much easier to integrate with the plasma core; the originals were more damaged, you see.”  He gestured to the second stasis bed.  “That one – we had to sedate him quite heavily before beginning.  He did resist most defiantly.”
“So they are not ready?”  Furiza concluded.  If only one was functional, it did not matter.  They needed both.
“Th-this one,” the scientist looked back down to the one who’s face he framed.  “This is the more powerful one, My Lord.  Should we not implement him in any case?  The Saiya-jin will not suspect--!”
“They have suspected, they will suspect, they already suspect, shallak-za!”  Furiza felt his voice gaining momentum.  Oh, sweet merciful gods he did not feel like yelling today.  “The Saiya-jin are smart, cunning little monkey bastards.  Though some are quite large bastards, I will grant this.”  He gestured and chuckled lightheartedly.
The two lackeys sniggered with nervous laughter and nudged each other with approval.  Furiza watched them with disgust until they stopped their incessant noises and arched their backs again.
“Bu-but, Divine Emperor, they will not suspect that we have been able to ignite the plasma core from a distance.  Even after they are awake, Sire, we can choose to operate it manually or allow the bodies to control it on their own.”
“To my understanding, Officer,” Furiza tapped his chin and wiped a dainty dribble of red spit from his lip, “your stabilizer failed once before when you attempted manual ignition.”
“Y-yes, My Lord.  But we can--!”
“Your stabilizer failed.”  Furiza repeated the words.  Gods, it was like talking to a child still in its larval stage.  “All your stabilizers have failed.  If you do not find a way to manually ignite the plasma and stabilize it properly, that bitch Chikyuu-jin will diffuse it and we will be powerless.  Do you know what this means, Officer?”
“S-Sire?”
“It means we have traveled six light years to wait for our slaughter!”  Furiza shrieked.  Gods, the pressure on his head was mounting.  He’d have a headache soon, surely.  “We may have escaped the first time, furi’shan, but we have greatly underestimated the strategic capabilities of the Saiya-jin!  They will use the kei jal’a against us, and unless we have a proper weapon--!”  He thrust a hand out toward the stasis beds.  “We will be powerless to stop their assault this time!  Now…”  Furiza closed the distance between them, and the backs of his subordinates arched ever higher in submission.
“I don’t care what it takes.  You will find a way to stabilize that fucking plasma, as your betters have done before you, or I will feed you to the core of it face first and laugh while I watch your head melt!!”
Furiza stopped when he spit some crimson on the stasis bed and regretted the sudden loss of beauty that lay before him.  He snarled and lifted his black, lidless eyes to the scientist and his lackey.  They hissed defensively and licked their own lips.  Furiza grimaced, pleased.
“Yes, Divine Emperor.  You are right, of course!”
Furiza cackled suddenly and leaned backward.  He lifted his long, strong white arms and spread his fingers wide.  The black talons on the tips of his fingers gleamed in the shining, cold light of the lab.
“Am I not always right?”  He asked, though not to anyone in particular this time.  These minions, as well as the guards behind him, were enough to quell his fury and resentment for now.  They idolized and worshipped him for his rebellion against the Saiya-jin Empire and everything it had symbolized from the dead Planet Vejiita:  everything it still symbolized.  
His mirth was replaced by a sudden need for violence exceeding that which the Saiya-jin had brought with them to Yuki-sei fifteen long years ago…  Exceeding and shaming.  Furiza clenched a fist and shook it in the air.  The guards behind him, the science lackeys, even the on-lookers from the observation deck behind him followed suit.  He shouted above their laughter and cheers.
“Saiya-jin ki sha’za!”
Death to the Saiya-jin!