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Note:( keep in mind that this is an alternate universe. Characterizations and situations are subject to change. Changes include, but limited to, power levels, scenarios and reactions to those scenarios. Keep in mind, this is a fantasy fic.)

A/N: {Okay, this story is approximately five-six years old. I have edited the entire story. If you read it before, here's a chance to enjoy it again. I added new and unique aspects and plots to the story. Readability has also been improved. I must warn, in later chapters it gets fantastically gory. Also, this story is very long and narratively descriptive, intended for thirsty readers who don't just want to read about lustful encounters. Also, I ask that you respect my work, no borrowing without permission. It takes a lot to write and plagiarism is a hindrance that will only beckon me to ban this from public viewing. That's the only stipulation I have.

The Perfect Blue

Part One

Intro: The Beginning

 

 

In the beginning, there was nothing, no thought, nor sound, no light, nor darkness, no good, nor evil. A blank slate, a void silent as an undisturbed graveyard, everlasting hollowness throughout space and time. Then, with a sudden eruptive bang, there was a burst of energy. The bursting of organic flames ignites the dawn of time, emerging as manifested life takes shape molding with it the complexity conscience of man and history to be written. It spreads terminally throughout the universe, plaguing it with deep-rooted seeds, the ill-gotten-grains of politics. What was once a hibernating state, is now an enslaving greedy hunger for power of life, and the power over other's lives. It is a unending chain of dominance to control life and every aspect of it.

 

Civilizations grew to cancel out the last, organized colonies developed, and life industrializes itself, propagating becoming more, growing, over populating itself. Then life culminates, then segregates, working toward an unknown stage.

 

Life manifested, creating its destroyer within its own mind with the unexplained adaptation of evolution.

 

Life divides between two common classes, good and evil. A defensive shield and offensive sword, light and dark and at times they mix. Opposite counterparts that equally coexist to sustain balance. And forever life battles with death, life being the beginning and death being the end, alpha and omega. But lately this natural balance has shifted to one side, a side that waits in the shade, a side that is neither.

 

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Somewhere in the dark regions of space:

Three shadowed figures gather inside a large murky cavern . . .

(Scenery details) A quiet damp cavernous ruin that breeds hazardous materials and chemicals, which could kill those who were not properly geared. In addition, the cavern was poorly mined, corroded and unstable from time. Aged outre objects suffused into the tunneled rock, pigmented with oxidizing enzymes, giving the premise a dotted soft glow in the dark. (Oxidizing enzymes, are found in fire flies.)

In a state of exuberant excitement a ragged figure stumbles clumsily to the ground. He struggles queerly to his feet, hoping to gain some type of composure in front of his superior. He bows discombobulated before his liege.

"Lord Frieza, I found it, I found it!" shouts the excited man, dressed in filthy humble rags. He looks up submissively at the horned-alien, who hovers pompously in a space-instrument.

The horned-alien peers down from his hovering thrown suspended in air, making his position more regal and intimidating. The cold alien fixes a cold stare at the miserable figure, indulging proudly at his grand find.

It's such a musing to this hovering being, it was charming when the insignificant basked in their stupidity, cower to his absolute sovereignty.

" What's with your obnoxious excitement?" it asks with a seedy glimmer in it's black eyes.

The slave stood quickly. "Over here, Lord Frieza! It's over here! It's the key to the lost city, I have found it!" he speaks excitedly, and eager to run off.

The purple-faced humanoid slave nods, and escorts his liege into the darkest area of the cavern. Supposedly, this route leads into the gates of hell, among other revered rumors. The most accredited account of this hellish place is that it holds the legendary power of immortality, an undying source of eternity. It is legend that the one who opens the dark gates that fortunate individual will ascend, becoming even more powerful then a supreme being, such as a Kai.

Moreover, that is one of many mythological claims of many mystifying places such as this cavern. So, what makes this tale more creditable then the other's, which brings us to that particular question, indeed? If it were a myth, a cliched legend, then what exactly did this fallible slave find? Perhaps, there is more to this mythological fable . . .

The slave comes to a halting stop. He stands before a curious object protruding from the ground, waiting to be exhumed.

A curvaceous devious lining of the lips appears across the warlord alien's pasty white facial features."Ah, the key is it? The swells of your freedom rides on this one illustrious instrument . . . Now, give it to me." says the white-faced, tyrant.

“Yes, Lord Frieza.” obliges the savage. The slave nods then scurries to the ground to salvage the object.

Frieza the galactical tyrant grew with excitement. Glory oozes off his encrusted skin. This is it! Finally, to become a Godlike being, a goal he worked toward his entire being. He sobers up, even though he wanted to daydream a tad longer, however making his imaginings a reality was the main concept. Frieza greedily snatches the key from the sickly savage. He examines it with the intent on becoming a god. Then suddenly he frowns, he looks to the befuddled slave.

The melancholic Frieza sighs. " Such an inspiring scornful pity . . . A dreaded travesty, I do sadly say. (Sighs) You found a meaningless hinge, simplistic optimist. This underground temple has been scoured by many worthy hunters. And, yet, this allusive key has yet to be discovered, suffice it to say, this is an object that would not be so easily obtained in such a conspicuous playing field. Let me clarify the details of the hunt. We are looking for a key, a specific key to be exact with the markings of Nasdonic hieroglyphics. It is hidden within the confines of these enshrined walls. It is tragic, that you would be so easily moved by a rusted hinge." He says rather calm, but that did not fool the slave, he knew he was about to incur the icy wrath of Frieza.

He bows to the ground humbly, stumbling over his pathetic words. "S… Sorry, Lord Frieza, my mistake. I-it was dark, and h-hard to see! I h-haven't ate in days, it has affected my vision and . . . I'm scared to death of the place!" he pleaded poorly.

Frieza chuckles affectionately at the pitiful slave. Condescendingly, he pats his head as if he were a hapless pup.

"Small trifles. My poorly composed slave . . . of all the inane excuses, this one, well, this one has got to be the least compelling. And, you came from a long line of brave, though now fortunately deceased warriors . . . so shameful, that this is what's left of that race. You should redeem yourself by taking your own life, but that's too honorable act for you. Isn't it?” he asks with a malicious tone.

Frieza knew exactly what to say to put the slave to utter shame.

The slave lowers his head not replying.

Frieza scoffs, but then alters the berate. “ Still, I wonder about that inconceivable mind of yours. Why so fretful over this cavern, it is after all a legend? Am I not the most powerful being to ever terrorize this universe, did I not evaporate your home planet with a mere flicker of a finger? It is I, you should fear, not the apparitions masquerading in the dark." Frieza tyrannizes the slave.

The slave found his tongue. "This place is as dark as the sea of space, Lord Frieza.”

Frieza's narrows his eyes at the mere mention of those fatal words. “So, am, I. You'd do well to remember that, optimist. I'm not fiction.” he taunts realistically.

The slave stutters to find his words. “ B-but, the gate of the lost souls exists here . . . can't you, can you feel it at all? The forlorn, the sorrow, phantasmagorias of tortured souls that dwell here, such horrid loathing! Lord Frieza, if I'm to die in this place, then I must speak my mind. If we open what is down here, I fear the worst. The air is moist to the touch, thick and heavy with malice. We're surrounded by a low foggy mist and it speaks of ills. I've heard that to whom should ever find this passage would cause an apocalypse. Thousands of flesh-eating frogs will emerge from nowhere to destroy the universe!" he speaks his fears.

Frieza looked bored. " Oh really, sounds scary. I guess you have me beat. I guess, what I did to your world was a small fraction of what this legend is capable of. ( The slave gulps.) Or, what I'm capable of. It was a mistake to leave a few stragglers as mouthy slaves. . . Hmn, I'll ponder that mistake over . . . should I reunite you with your people, hmm? What say you to that merciful proposal?" he sneers sadistically. " Speak now! What strikes your fear, me, or Kermit?" he derides.

 

The slave was humiliated. Though, he was used to it. In the past, he ran from many battles, including the major battle against Frieza. He was afraid to fight; he watched his world simmer to ash and did nothing, living forever in his cowardice. A broken man with nothing left to live for, but too afraid to die. In true essence, a waste of life.

Frieza snuffed his nose, and provokes the meager alien. “Spineless.” he utters gleefully.

The slave scowls. * He'll kill me for sure now, for my beliefs. What else do I have to lose? * he thought bravely. He grits his teeth unable to keep his troublesome thoughts inside.

The black hair slave bows his head dramatically. "Your right, I am a coward. But, you shouldn't make fun, something beyond comprehension lays dormant. If disturbed, a tortuous hell for all eternity! A hell that would make even you, lord Frieza, turn and run! " He concludes with a deep intake of breath, then gradually shut his eyes awaiting his death.

Frieza laughs wholeheartedly. "... hm hmm hmm haa haa ha! Oh shut up! So, this is it, this is your anticipated brave moment, it's quite dull. First frogs, now a supernova apocalypse! Spare me of your ignorant tangents. If what you say is true, then why are you even here? Why lead me right to it? You make little sense, my friend. First, you fear, now, a pathetic disillusioned sneer. I'm intrigued, pray tell why the sudden bravado?" He mocks condescendingly from the air.

The weakly slave had enough courage to smirk. "To kill you, Frieza. By the glorious gods, to finish you off! I will avenge my people and rejoin them in the process!" he laughed insanely.

Frieza smiled kindly at the naive slave, did he not realize whom he was challenging? He almost felt pity for moron.

* Well, I have had enough of this one's ridiculous tirade. * Frieza thought, then looks to the slave with an evil gleam.

"You poor misguided fool, you've become drunk with desperation. Hope, is a false comfort. It's time to face the consequences of your words." Frieza leers from his moving thrown.

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A graceful man approaches from behind the scene to observe Frieza as he continues to bully the miserable slave.

The slave looks up petrified, now realizing his mistake. “I-I I'm just a man.” he stutters.

" So, you wish to avenge your people or something unoriginal like that. Thank you for divulging your grand heroic plan to me, it's duly noted. " Frieza said sarcastically. He reclines in his seat, relaxing his facial features.

The slave balls his grime-filled fists to the side. "Evil devil, mock me while you can, and let those frogs feed on your pasty carcass!" he shouted pointing to the heavens, farting with fear.

“How typical, having bm issues today?” Frieza laughed at his attempt to intimidate.

The slave threw a rock at Frieza, missing him entirely. “ You shut up!”

Frieza is not amused. " I wasn't going to dignify your ignorant prattle with further response but I'm inclined to rid you of delusions of grandeur. So, I'll educate you. A myth, is an unproven fable, a farce. In truth, there is no validation to any rumor placed on this land. If it were so damning there would be nothing alive to speak of its tale, correct? It's all delusional mumbo-jumbo. However, it was I who took your life and made you, my personal bottom-feeder. An omnipotent threat that is me, not just a fabricated manufactured folktale to be passed around a cozy campfire to the simplest hopeful minds, like yours. This is reality, a physical entity capable of horrors you well know of. Let's make this clearer, since you didn't get it the first time around. I am, the most power being in the universe and nothing can harm me. It will only make me even more powerful, adding to my collection of land-dwelling idiotic slaves . . . like you. " he demeans the pasty alien creature.

The slave was confused, humbly bowing. “But, if you didn't believe in the possibility... then why seek its fairytale power? Do you not fear possible consequences as well?” said the taken aback slave.

Frieza patronizingly looks down upon the face-faulted slave, then looks to his right-hand man Zarbon. " Fancy you should arrive to hear this one's idiocy. Eliminate him, I grow tired of his mindless dribble!"

Zarbon looked impassive. "Right."

The slave cowers, pleading miserably for his life. "No wait! I implore you. Please I was just joking. Please, forgive me… ahh!" he renounces.

Zarbon ignored the slave's hypocrisy for mercy. He was accustomed to annoying protest that sounded like babbles to him. Zarbon arms with a quick ascending motion of the palm, and a distinct electrifying beam of brilliance blasts the warrior into oblivion before he could even blink an eye.

" What an eyesore . . . " stated Zarbon, looking at the scorched mark grazed across the indented ground from the impact.

Frieza looks ahead, uninterested. "Yes, annoying . . . that is the last time I allow that low-level Raditz to recruit the men for me."

"Yes, I agree …but, you know . . . for a moment there, I actually started to believe the little wimp... well, except for the mighty-morphing frogs bit, haha! A bit too warty for my taste." stated a new encroaching voice.

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Zarbon creases his brows to a point, turning to the source of the voice. "I thought I smelled a piglet, I did, I did! It's Dodoria, where have you been?!" he demands snidely.

"Har har, watching you pathetically swat flies!" he chuckled as his belly follows suit.

Zarbon gave him a heated glare. “Like a gratuitous bowl of pig slop, your belly plops and flops.

"Calm down Princess, it just so happens I found the key!" he said rather smug, setting a hand on his bloated pink-belly that poked out his uniform.

Zarbon and Frieza gasped in shock.

"What!? You found the key! I don't believe it. How, and where?” Zarbon says skeptical.

Dodoria shrugs arrogantly, directly antagonizing Zarbon's doubt.

“Details, details, pigtails. You need not concern yourself on the how. But concern yourself on the fact that this key does exist and has been found, by none other than, me.

Disbelieving Dodoria's, Zarbon takes matters into his own hands to validate his claim.

“Hmn, let me see that!" said Zarbon snatching the key away from Dodoria, and then Frieza pilfers it from Zarbon.

"No, let me." said Frieza deucedly.

Frieza observes the key, looking to make sure this wasn't some rusty old hinge. "This . . . material it is strange, it has an unusual dark ambience . . . this, is it. The Nasdonic engravings are as the most credible reports state. This is the key inscribed in the black book of Nas, and it's now in my possession!" He says wickedly. "Let's go from here!" he said in a dreamlike state.

Dodoria began to feel uneasy about this expedition; never did he expect that there were some truths to this myth.

Myths were never meant too become a reality, a mere fascinating story, similar to biblical myths. Myths invented to be sampled as entertainment, guidance, to provoke, or instill lifelong hopeful goals, only to end as a fruitless search in life. Myths were to give life to the past, to mystify it and give meaning to the mystery of life itself. There's no beginning nor end, because it was always meant to be an ambiguous, magical, unreachable story based on faith, and idealism.

Dodoria too has heard sorcerous tales about this place. One, was of the key of eternity, of which he believed to be gossip. But, here he is, witnessing theoretical object manifest, and manifest it did. The key revealed itself to him as if he were the chosen one. This was a key sought out for eons and has never appeared to anyone but the mysterious Nasdonic people who created the esoteric legend. So, if the key is real, then what else is true? Secondly, could a legend really be so easily obtained? Can a mere key be capable of opening unfounded treasures, and powers beyond belief? Something didn't feel right. This coveted key revealing itself to only him didn't set too well; he decided to speak his mind.

"Master Frieza, any power of this magnitude cannot be this easily obtained, not without consequence. This historical majestic key was just lying on the ground, and I don't believe by accident. Why do you want to test this legend out so badly anyway? There's no need for it, you are already the most untouchable being in the universe. What purpose does this serve to the empire?" asked Dodoria.

Frieza hovers down the caverns. He did not even give Dodoria a second glance. Dodoria and Zarbon followed blindly behind Frieza. After a few moments Frieza then spoke.

"Caution isn't your foretay, Dodoria. Yes, I suppose it serves no purpose and I am the most powerful being who has ever lived... but I want more. I wish to become an immortal god, the greatest of deities so that every species will cower down before my name without question, to know true fear. Yes, I am powerful, but that is not etched in stone. What's the harm in having an all-inclusive power? If what this book of Nas says is true... then I, will be unconquerable. Do you understand the significance of this? People fear this legend more then me, and I simply cannot have an outlandish folktale cast a shadow over my reign of superiority. I will obtain this divine all-inclusive power, and be done with it. I cannot leave this place without that coveted power. " He promises, determined heading into the darkness of the cavern.

Dodoria snorted following his lead. “But why? Why waste time on something that may not even exist?” he asked tugging the lent off his belly hair. Zarbon grimaced.

Frieza looks down from his moving hover vehicle. “As I said, I cannot allow the possibility to exist. If I were to leave here without finding it, then that leaves an opening for some other loser to obtain it! This can be the tool for great power, or great destruction. Why would I allow another to have it? It's basic politics, once the universe learns of my newly acquired power, and from the source, I'm certain no one would dare oppose me, not even that scheming senate!” he says calmly from above.

Zarbon looked at Frieza thinking his ideals were preposterous, also seeing that he was blinded by desire. He imposes his thoughts on Frieza.

"Yeah politics, but at what price? Truths are withheld in an esoteric fashion, we know next to nothing about this cavern, or this book of Nas. This wretched legend could be utterly useless, or too much for one to handle, like a trap. If it's that powerful, who's to say it won't destroy us all? Why do you wish to be more powerful, politics aside?" asked Zarbon.

Frieza ignored Zarbon, looking forward. "That is an unsubstantiated rumor . . . besides, if I am as mighty as you say, then why resist this cavern at all, why fear the unknown. I see, even you are starting to fear the unknown more then me. Are you now questioning my abilities, Zarbon? Because that is the exact ideal I want to remove." He warns.

Zarbon narrows his eyes. "I see. My apologies, I misrepresented myself. I question my own abilities. "He says humbly.

Frieza rolled his eyes. "Shut up, Zarbon. I want total dominance. I do not know if you bothered notice, but those who have supposedly sworn allegiance to me have been getting apprehensive, or should I say ambitious notions. I think it's funny actually, some have even had the gall to steal from me, cursing my name in the open and even an assassination attempt! This cannot be, and my brother is soon to challenge my position in power. In addition, a mediocre plight, those deviant problematic monkeys are getting too powerful and too quickly for my liking, especially, Vegeta. One may even wonder why I let them live." he says more to himself in an erroneous tone

Zarbon frowns. “Vegeta, please. I wouldn't waste a moment worrying about him.”

Dodoria snickered. “It's not about power. Vegeta, he's a sneaky little devil.”

 

Frieza eyes twitch with anger. "That monkey, he is so defiant, opposing me openly, causing a weakness of discipline within the ranks. He's a poison to the masses, feeding the alliances to defy me! That monkey . . . I know it is he. Yes, it is he who uses a deceitful tongue, using propaganda to crush my control with the universal alliances like a disseminating black shadow, killing falsely in my name. He was the one to spread this horrid tale of Nas and suddenly a became less of a threat. The problem is that this ideal to oppose me boldly is like a malignant cancerous parasite that propagates, even to officials that I myself appointed to the senate. They have already tried to assassinate me by poisoning. It is disgusting to see how ambitious they are, and that disreputable monkey, his thirst for power is equal to my own. This way, I could bring him down to the bone. I can see the fear on his face already, absolute subjugation, we'll stomp the cancer out at the bad cell! Yes, he who is unwisely spreads propaganda without fear of consequence . . . no one else had the freedom of space and contacts . . . " he assumes thoughtfully. “That is enough of this talk.” he ends the conversation abruptly, hovering down the path, deeper and deeper.

Zarbon lowers his head in thought, he turns to Dodoria.

Dodoria slows behind Frieza noticing Zarbon's hesitation. “What?” he asks.

Zarbon speaks discreetly. "I think he is too attached to monkey-boy, it's developed into a sickening fetish!" he says showing his utter disdust.

Dodoria shook his head in agreement. "You're telling me, he's a stalker . . . " he said freaked.

"I don't know about you, Dodoria, but I don't believe Vegeta is smart enough to engage in political espionage. ..” said Zarbon mindfully.

Dodoria adds his input.“The mere suggestion is absurd. That one incident with the Ambassador of Quadrodus, was an isolated threat, everyone knows that Frieza had his wife and kid brutally murdered. The ambassador emotional protest was to retaliate by poisoning, though he failed miserably, leaving him to the mercy of the boss. And Frieza's ruthless course of execution put fear in all of those who may even ponder an inkling of opposing him.” Dodoria spoke with frustrated hand movements.

Zarbon nodded with approval. “This is true. The ambassador had been under investigation, then Ginyu reported his disloyalty when annual monthly taxes fluctuated. The salvaged goods industry plummeted to record low in trade sales as well. It was too suspicious and the profits to be paid to the empire decreased substantially. However, at the same time, the ambassador quickly made profit, exploiting his good fortune, it was almost a slap in the face. In addition, the import and export of crucial space materials were ending up in the hands of space pirates who are believed to be controlled by men in Cold's senate. The investigation incriminated the ambassador only, he allowed space bandits to carry ship loads of stolen supplies to offhand planets where they could not be tracked, but they were tracked. (Info: Frieza's empire, is like a spacial government of planets, similar to countries on earth. A totalitarian form of government). Frieza had to punish this act of treachery, whether the ambassador knew about it, or not. He ordered the execution of the ambassador's family, how this relates to the incompetent saiyans, is beyond comprehension . . . but, I'm not going to argue that point to him. It's obvious the assassination attempt was purely out of pride. However, the truth is, Frieza's cold killing may have had an ill-effect, a red-herring to potential alliances, planting the seeds of rebellion. Now they fear, I think that was the intent all along. However, I do think the Ambassador was coaxed by someone in power, with clout planting the suicidal idea, but not Vegeta . . . he's certifiable. A temperamental, institutionalized, sociopathic joke. As you know, he's a well documented insurrectionist that only established brutal acts of killing, his vison far too narrow to grasp the politics behind Frieza's empire.” Zarbon discredits.

Dodoria chuckles. “Exactly, what can a puppet do without charismatic charm? He only has two brainless dogs that follow him blindly and cursed with a personality defect. It's his untrustworthy trait, no one will follow a man that is a slave to Frieza. A mere subject used for the purposes of war and everyone, including Vegeta, knows it. Frieza should know that Vegeta has no such power to persuade alliance members to genocide.”

Zarbon cocked a brow. “ Right. Enough gossip, we sound like desperate housewives. Funny, as we walk further into this maze, I'm beginning to believe that these legends may have some bearing of truth. That slave may have been right on some levels." said Zarbon looking around.

"Huh, what do you mean?" asked an intrigued Dodoria.

While walking Zarbon tilts his head to the side nostalgically. "I heard an odd tale about this place a few years back. I accompanied a few decision makers on a diplomatic mission to eastern quadrant, the planet Quake. When we arrived, Quake's natives knew that we were really there to steal relics. Instead of resisting, the natives channeled their energies to their local folklore, having tribal rituals to ward off any danger excavated from their ruins. For example, holy scriptures and archaic relics we exploited solely for planetary profit. They said we would be punished for desecrating their ruins and shrines with such ill-intentions, bringing fourth forbidden secrets and unearthing truths that were meant to stay buried. Moreover, it was an unforgivable and punishable sin. It was the black bible of Nas we found.”he says looking to Dodoria grimly.

Dodoria rolled his eyes. “Yeah, and all that jazz. I hate uncultured natives, seasoned to their own stubborn tune. They have the same brainless philosophy to stay unsophisticated.” Dodoria critiqued.

Zarbon turned to him.” The natives may have had just cause for their paranoia, the land excavated was barren, and all that have settled there died mysteriously in history. We believed it to be a hot zone, a zone full of radioactivity.”

Dodoria. “Is that so, then how did the book get there in the first place, if this land was so deadly?”

Zarbon answers. “Supposedly, the book came upon their world as we did, like an invader in the night. The land forsaken, never nurturing life of any kind, a wasteland only good for extracting relics and elemental resources. They knew such ancient materials and rich elemental resources inhabited the land, but refused to extract it. I found this curious, especially when their survival depended on those taboo resources. This cursed text from what I know is inscribed with a grave message, grave because it was familiar. We already had it recorded on three different planets, adding this text made four that inscribed this legend in identical format. Four planets in opposite directions, north, south, east, and west ends of the galaxy. Amazingly, word for word, exacting the same written blight. It's odd that we found the Nasdonic black bible with the text that warns of its evil." He spoke rather alarmed. "An aged legend born before time “Eocene” the dawn of time some say, before technology existed. In fact, our chronos database cannot determine an actual date. This suggests that there may be some validation to the legend, which was deciphered by unknown persons. I mean, how do we know of our history, it was all written somewhere, right? Passed along through time, through elders, through communication, a story, yet we take it as fact, as a testimony of our existence. If more documents support it, even if different variations, we find the truth by combining all documents, and the black-book of Nas. So, what's to say this isn't the genesis of the universe, leading to the holy grail!?"

Dodoria looked clueless as ever. "Huh, holy grails, or unholy grails and four hells. It's hogwash, where'd you get that grand idea?"

Zarbon stopped and grabs Dodoria. "Think about it, blockhead! Four planets on the opposite ends of the universe. Having the same encrypted text. How could that be possible with no technology to communicate? No space crafts to travel at that great a distance and speed, it just isn't conceivable! Even the material it's carved in is indestructible and is still an unclassified element. And this planet, it's supposedly the epicenter of it all. The beginning, revered as the first planet ever created, and coincidently where this legend also begins. The planet Nas, an enshrined enmity of blight! We have to take it as fact, for there is nothing to contradict it." he exclaims passionately.

Dodoria's eyes widen in shock. "So, it's true then . . . I'm not staying here for Frieza to get his vengeful jollies on. Wretched Vegeta, I won't die for that saiyan brat!" he says folding his arms with a ridiculous pout.

"For Vegeta, no I think Frieza pursues this theory for the principle. We must talk some sense into him . . . better to be safe, then sorry." encouraged Zarbon, then mutters silently to himself. " I can't believe I went this far without realizing."

Dodoria nodded in agreement; he looks ahead only to see nothing. Frieza was gone.

"What, where is he?! He must've disappeared while we were talking!" he said with concern. Dodoria taps his scouter, which is used as communication devices, among other various conveniences.

Dodoria, a high-ranking official, had the authority to order Frieza's men and his own unit of soldiers. He tries to contact Frieza, however is unable to get through. Though, this was typical of Frieza to ignore contact. Dodoria had no choice but to search for him, he calls for the remainder of soldiers who were searching in various locations in the caverns.

At the sound of bulky soldiers running, Zarbon and Dodoria turned to the oncoming commotion in the distance. “And here they come . . . loud as ever.” says Zarbon more to himself.

Soon the bumbling robust soldiers arrive. Zarbon instantly barks some orders, he ranks above Dodoria, so he felt the need to exercise the right to command.

"Spread out and find Lord Frieza, quickly!" shouts Zarbon. He points to the direction where Frieza was last seen.

The two witnessed the boisterous burly group of diverse alien soldiers disappear into the darkness, vanishing before their eyes, hearing their footsteps searching for Frieza. In that moment, the caverns of Nas seem to increasingly become dreadfully quiet.

Six minutes pass which felt like an eternity.

Dodoria frowns and intakes his breath deeply. " I don't much like this Zarbon. I smell blood in the distance." he says looking off in the distance and his frown deepens. Dodoria is well grounded in military affairs, battling since he was a babe. He knew that stench, the smell was like a sixth sense, a warning that something was brewing further ahead.

Zarbon observes the situation, disregarding Dodoria. "Shush!” he says suddenly. “ Dodoria, do you hear that?!" Zarbon questions disturbed.

Dodoria creases his brows in puzzled thought, and listens intently, searching for the peculiar sound Zarbon perceived. "Ah . . . No." He says blankly.

"Exactly, we sent over a hundred burly, brew-guzzling soldiers down there, and not a peep, not a sound, not even scurrying of feet…nothing!” Zarbon said nervously. “ This isn't normal . . . the air is too thin and tastes like salted metal. I'm getting out. Dodoria, are you with me?" he asks while looking down the black path.

Dodoria's pits sweat. "Damn, yeah, lets go!" he said in anxious state. Dodoria turns frantically to run away only to smash right into Zarbon clumsily as they both awkwardly crashed to the floor.

"Watch where you are going!" shouts a pissed Zarbon prying his body out of Dodoria's fat jelly rolls; they wrestle entangled on the ground. "God, I can't breathe! The enormity of your gi-normous glutinous body is crushing me! Get off already!? The humility, I'm trapped under a steamy tub of crap! Ug, I feel my guts coming out of my mouth!" he screams mortified.

Dodoria wretches himself from Zarbon. "Shut up pretty boy, and stop with your girlish screeching! I fell too you know. You didn't think to ask how I was doing, did you? Jerk!" he said getting up and dusting off, which helps to release Zarbon's squashed body. Zarbon falls again to Dodoria's delight. “It serves you right, Barbie!”

Dodoria suddenly looks up hearing a sound of sheer terror.

AHHHHHHHHHHH RAAAAAAAHHH

"What the hell was that!" cried Dodoria yanking on Zarbon's white cape.

Zarbon shook him off, then addresses him. "... something is coming, that sounded like the men. . . I don't care, I'm not waiting!" he says then takes off running.

And Dodoria trails sluggishly behind him, crying for him to wait.

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Several days before...

Frieza's substandard military base:

Two tall men walk the halls of rundown galactical space-station. This is the headquarters where the lowest ranking scouts stayed, always awaiting orders, which could take years. In other words, they were completely useless, known as Frieza's disrepute reject base. The only tasks dispatched here were operations to expel mediocre planets, minor reconnaissance, and other trivial duties such as recruitment, cleaning and excavation.

The soiled halls were quieted usually around these hours, soldiers filled the compound awaiting assignment. However, most of the real soldiers were with Frieza, and whoever was left at this base, were the bottom-feeders, the lowest of the low, real scum bags that could barely lift a weapon, let alone fight in battle . . . essentially, they were peon, piss-ant, losers.

The two men were threatening by appearances, brute in stature and demeanor. They appear very strong at first glance walking with a troubled exhausted expression.

They step over drunken losers sleeping against the urine stained wall, kicking the littered trash out their way. " Damn my luck!" spoke a tall man; his hair long and spiky, like an 80's rock-star.

"Well, I did it last time. So, you're do it this time, Raditz!" orders the other man, then quickly scurries away from Raditz.

“This time?! Shit, I always have to do it! Nappa! “ He shouts to the fleeing bald man with a distinct black moustache.

Raditz frowns at the retreating Nappa, then walks grumpily down the filthy hall to the grimiest, rusted end.

Apparently, they just received word, a punishing message from Frieza. It was another insulting directive, instructing them to collect data on some measly planet, another joke of a mission. Raditz had the suicidal task of informing the saiyan prince of Frieza mundane dispiriting tasks. He knew the prince was fed-up with these pointless missions, or rather lame excursions. But the major issue was Frieza, he seemed to be paying them too much unwanted attention as of late, the scrutiny was becoming unbearable. And now, again, another degrading task, it was the work of garden-variety scouts. Vegeta alone ranks super elitist, even though he was thrice demoted from that position. It was an humiliating punishment that they were even stationed on this junkyard base where their rank and socials standings were a class above. But, it doesn't seem to matter, they were all subjected to the same humiliation.

Another annoyance... or perhaps, this could be a unique opportunity. This traveling mission would take them to familiar territory. Raditz's recalls a younger sibling being sent to a offbeat planet in that sector of space.

*He is going to be pissed… Ooo what fun, I get to tell him! * Thought Raditz grimly, and then proceeds to wake the irritable prince.

That's it for now, I hope you enjoyed the first installment of my revamped story.

To be continued . . .

Next time on The Perfect Blue: Vegeta and the other saiyans engage in battle for sport while continuing on their mission. Things get quite interesting . . .