|I love Xenobiology. I love DBZ. When the two intersect, my creativity really shines.|
Darkness enveloped him. Twisting through the blackness, he floated, broken. Through the haze of blood obscuring his one remaining eye, Frieza assessed the damage to his body and tried to make sense of just what had happened.
In the span of – what was it, a few days? – he had gone from self-proclaimed Emperor of the Universe, master of most of the known galaxy, to…this. Helpless, isolated, and dying in the void. His goal of immortality shattered, his men all dead, his ship destroyed, and at the top of the list, that accursed Saiyan was to blame for all of it. No…not just one Saiyan…though Vegeta had been the one to throw a proverbial monkey wrench in his plans, as Frieza had always known he would, in the end, he could have recovered from that setback.
If it hadn't been for him…that mysterious Saiyan from Earth, appearing from the blue to stand in the way of any hope he had for recuperating his losses. It had all spiraled out of control so quickly… Frustrated, the tyrant grit his teeth, then screamed soundlessly into the void, railing against the pain and the encroaching darkness.