Frieza stands high above the two fallen warriors, looking down with loathing repulsion at the people who he considers to be the lowest form of scum. He snorts in disgust at them, then examines the spacious training room. It has been battered to the point where not even the most skilled craftsmen have a chance of reviving it. Cracks litter the wall, and small craters fill the ground. The graviton machine is shaking wildly after all the pressure exerted onto it. It isn’t used to going up to anymore than 20 times normal gravity, but now it is far more than it was perhaps even made for. Frieza slowly twists the dial, patronizing the two lowly saiyans, eventually taking the gravity down to the norm for the planet. He strides up and down the capacious room, occasionally staring down at the two injured men. He finally stops, and stands righteously, with his webbed feet digging hard into the cold, unforgiving, blood-soaked concrete floor.

“You foolish monkeys! What do you think you are doing! Bow to your emperor! Oh, you refuse to co-operate? In that case, I guess we will have to beat you into submission, and force you to kiss my unlawful toes! Fortunately for you though, I have just got a new uniform, after splattering the blood of that weakling Ginyu all over it, so I am not prepared to get it dirty again. As much as I would like to stay and watch you two worthless monkeys get destroyed, I have business to attend to.” Frieza said harshly, before spitting down onto the bloody face of Korosu, and walking out, with his bulky tail swishing in the icy wind. He stops for some unknown reason though, and waves his hand towards the saiyans. “Dodoria, finish them off! You had better not fail me!”

“Don’t worry master Frieza, I shall not be like that fool Zarbon, I shall be loyal forever, and I shall crush these worthless, puny saiyans”

“Good” Frieza responded, before taking extremely large strides, walking almost at a jogging pace, eventually disappearing out of sight, swallowed up by the mist on the horizon.

“Now we can have some fun monkeys!” Dodoria laughed evilly, as his pink flab wobbled consistently. Korosu summons up all of the energy inside of him, before eventually managing to stand, albeit somewhat limply. The left side of his body hangs loosely, swaying a little, giving him an insecure feeling. He grasps his arm tightly, obviously feeling a lot of pain in it. With a look of sheer determination and hatred on his face, Korosu wipes the blood from his lip with the back of his palm. He is about to charge in, when Bardock pulls himself up, with the use of the graviton machine. He too is struggling to remain on his feet, but rather than holding his arm, Bardock is heavily favouring his face which he was blasted in earlier. He is hardly managing to stand, with blood dripping down his eye, almost in the shape of a tear. His left eye is half shut, and fully bloodshot. Despite having a hard time seeing, Bardock won’t give up, and pushes himself away to join his comrades side in battle.

“You’re not going to win that easy you big fat bastard!” Korosu yelled at the top of his voice.

“Am I meant to be intimidated in the slightest by that comment monkey?” Dodoria mocked.

“Fuck you!” shouted Bardock, as he fought off the pain, and began to charge up to his maximum. The intensity of the energy that is being built up strengthens, and sends roaring waves of Ki formed winds across the room. What little of the floor that was previously intact has now been completely demolished. Dodoria has started to look a little worried, and a small bead of sweat drips down his face, signifying this. Korosu smirks at the look of exasperation rapidly taking over Dodoria’s face, so he yells out in excruciating agony, and begins to charge up himself. His method is different to that of Bardock. He is engulfed in a blue aura of pure, raw energy, which elevates with every extra bit of effort that he puts into it. The energy becomes so great that the room collapses, unable to takes the strain of all that is being given off. The ground shakes as Korosu continues to charge up, wave upon wave of brute, intensive energy being released, until eventually, he is at the highest possible fighting power that he is able to achieve. It isn’t even half of his maximum, due to the extent of his injuries, and Bardock has the same problem. They breathe heavily, trying to regain some sort of awareness before the battle begins. Dodoria tries to read their power levels, but Bardock quickly, and cunning shoots a small KI beam at his scouter, destroying it immediately, and rendering it useless.

“There, now you don’t know what you’re up against!” Bardock beamed at Dodoria, in a mildly cocky way.

“Just you wait, I’ll still beat you easily!” Dodoria shouted in a very flustered way.

“Don’t make me laugh, both of us are twice as strong as you, or even Frieza could possibly be!” Korosu chuckled, coughing up some blood as he does so.

“Doesn’t look like you’re in the position to say things like that my friend” Dodoria mocked. “Your time has come! You shall die a dishonorable death, losing after using idle threats, and words showing off your cowardice! Now watch my true power soar!” Dodoria mumbled quietly and unclearly. He holds his arms out to his side, then smirks confidently. He begins to charge up his KI, making him even more powerful with every second. Bardock and Korosu struggle to stay on their feet due to the sheer intensity of it. Dodoria can be seen laughing manically through the mist of energy that is being formed, and given off. Eventually, the roaring aura dies down, as Dodoria finished summoning up all his energy. An epic fight will soon ensue……