Post by Wyntre Cold on Dec 24, 2014 2:12:52 GMT
This afternoon, sent all across the galaxy, including Earth and planet Vegeta, was a broadcast. It was hacked onto your TVs, sent to all e-mails, and just about every form of communication had it. In it, there was a bright, possibly photo-shopped moving image on Wyntre in her True Form, confidently looking at the audience. "Greetings and salutations, galaxy. I am Wyntre, heir to the Arcosian throne. And, hereby, I announce that I am your ruler, rightful people of the Planet Trade Network. I am now not only Queen Wyntre, as much a title as it is," she said, leaning in slightly, "I am Empress Wyntre."
The camera pans out to see a small army of powerful minions saluting Wyntre, all shouting simultaneously 'May the Days of Cold never end' while wearing PTO armor. "And, as your Empress, I feel it necessary for a name change. Not for I, though... we are no longer a mere organization. We are an Empire! The Arcosian Empire! Long live the Days of Cold!" she said, her army obediently repeating the last phrase again, with their left hands to their hearts. "If you dare try to defy me, I will kill you where you stand! If you want to come and take the position; come to Arcose, where my claim will have substance. My Crowning will be at the Capital City, two hours and fourty-five minutes after mid-day tonight. I'm waiting for you, brother..."
And with that, the broadcast had ended. Almost immediately, the news had gotten abuzz, the newspapers started printing and documentaries where already in the making. However, more importantly, it got people talking. The people of Arcose, mostly, but also the Saiyans and the people of Earth. They all started talking. It mattered not what they talked about, either it be rebellion, or a conspiracy, or believing Wyntre will make the world a better place, as long as they where talking.
Wyntre sat in her chair, who had transformed into her suppressed form as soon as the broadcast ended, was gleefully sipping her wine and looking out of the window, seeing the cold expanse of Arcose from afar. "Land at the Capital City," she said, thinking many thoughts of what to do with the Empire she is to reform while the ship slowly descended from low orbit. I'm waiting for you, brother...
The ship slowly lowered from it's already low orbit, coming in to land with ease and care. After some brief reentry affects, you could see Arcose from below the clouds. As one would expect, it was ice. Ice here, ice there, glaciers of ice smashing into others... it was a wonder of nature as to how the Proto-Arcosians, or so Wyntre thought.
For life to start where hell had frozen over was a chance so extremely rare, you may as well deny any Arcosian of their existence, however closing your eyes to the truth would only make you more ignorant, if such a thing is possible (Wyntre's words, not mine, don't ban me please). But it wasn't just the creation of life that's a wonder, it's the continuation of it. Arcosian's are unlike any other species in the galaxy in the way cold does not affect them. They did not get thick warm covering to survive, oh no, they found a way. They embraced the cold. They became the cold. And, as everybody knows, opening the door will only let the cold seep in.
Although, apart from the sheer amount of ice, there was also a city. It was highly advanced and cold-resistant, and looked like something out of 'Tron' more so than anything else. And, in the center of the vast city was what appeared to be a palace. As the ship finally touched the ground, a large hatch slowly opened, revealing the out to the in, and the in to the out. Stepping out from the in, a large crowd of Arcosians swarmed her, seemingly out of nowhere and started to congratulate her for being about to officially claim the Planet Trade Organization. Multiple of them had camera's, a few a pad and a pen, and a some others appeared to be fangirls. She has fangirls. Wyntre has fangirls. The very idea disgusted her...
Planet Trade Organization, bah! That was a horrible name! Wyntre scoffed at it's mere mention. Ignoring the closest thing the planet had to a press, they stopped following her and asking questions. Slowly moving up some steps that had a think layer of snow and ice on it, she opened the equivalent of a large chapel door, carved with legends of the heroes of old, and walked on inside. It was a large throne-room, used by royalty for tens of thousands of years. It was a very large room, filled with incenses and exotic carpets and beautiful creatures and the such. Wyntre remembered the last Arcosian King. Dad. Bah, he didn't deserve that title. But he wasn't the best fighter either way, he was a lot like Gelid; making gladiators fight, hunting rare animals and wooing pretty women, including the Queen. He was weak though, and this led to his assassination. After multiple people claiming the throne before being assassinated mere hours later caused a spot of great power that no-one wanted out of fear of death. But this was going to change with Wyntre, she thought. They weren't going to assassinate her, oh no! She was far too powerful to be assassinated. It's not as if some mere fool with a gun could take her down. She'll take the so-called Haunted Throne for herself... and live to not only teach the tale, but make everyone wish she hadn't.
But, although all of this, she remembered walking down the hall, past jugglers, acrobats, servants (slaves), beautiful eye-candy ladies and the occasional two warriors beating each other to death. It was a grand festivity, one that brought Wyntre one of the very few happy moments in her life... But now it was empty. The Arcosian Senate would have some problem with crowning a Queen, though, if there's a male heir in higher priority. And that is the reasoning of making it here... she had been planning far, far into the future, even far, far into the past. She started to smile as she heard her brothers foot-steps come into the room. She turned, knowing who it was, her grin extremely creepy. Frigid.
Ah, yes, Frigid, her brother. First in line to the throne. There are many legends of how he conquered many worlds, defeated legendary foes and, although not as good, got a minus score in the IQ test. "Sister, I will not allow you to take the throne. Throne mine!"
Wyntre's face of sadistic and masochistic confidence, changed to rather a pitiful one, which was certainly strange. Good thing she was acting. "Brother, Frigid, my dear. You don't understand. I'm giving you the throne," she said, noticing that Frigid was extremely confused at this, "Why else would I do all of this? I don't want to be King. I'm a female, females become Queens, not Kings!"
Frigid looked up, his brain working many times more than it should before he nodded back. Oh my god I don't believe that actually worked. "My friend, my brother, come sit down and Kingdom will be yours!" she said, mentioning to a chair right next to the throne.
It was made of steel with quite a few cords and such on it. Gracefully directing Frigid, in which his his intelligence was bested by a pea-nut, to the chair, she let him sit down. "You're not King yet," she said, before strapping in some metal bits around his arm which snapped into place, "Those are the royal arm-guards," she said, putting a large tin device with a large conductive wire on his head, "And this, the Royal Crown."
And then she stepped back, not believing her eyes when she realized he fell for it. "Am I King now, sis?" he asked confusedly. Wyntre's sadistic grin returned as she sat on the real throne which was to the left of his, golden and containing the rarest and most valuable crystals and gems the galaxy will ever see, which Frigid just noticed, now struggling in his seat. However, he was trapped, bound to the chair and it's straps. "This is an Alonometan Torture Device. It has many functions, the primary one... Persuasion."
Soon, black ink came out of the old seeps of the wood. At the same time, intense electricity came through the conductive cord at the top and shocked Frigid, who was currently too stupid to scream. Black ink slowly slivered up his skin until it seeped into his mouth... his eyes went black and his head went back, as if dead. The truth is, Alonometan Torture Devices are special in the fact that they cause a pain so intense that only he would feel it, and it cuts off contact from their conscious to their body with a layer of pain. Literal pain.
Enjoying this a little too much, she looked around the room, in her throne of gold, clicking her fingers as innumerable minions came out of the shadows and seeped out of hiding. One of them was holding a special recorder device that looked like an upside-down metal tree with multiple lenses on it. "My dear people, I have been anointed."
She gurbled, yes, gurbled, when she thought of what the audience's reaction must be. Slowly, she had gotten out of the golden throne and had levitated into her own hover-chair and casually ki blasting the pretty doors open. It revealed a balcony with some sublime flowers, but more importantly, a large audience below. He looked below, seeing the many many faces, most of which Arcosian, look up at her. Some where confused, some where happy, some where already shooting her (to no effect).
Ah, so they must know her as their Queen. No, their Empress. This was quite good, quite good indeed... she wondered what the Senate would think of her, and then she thought how many where already rising against her or not recognizing her rule. Of course, if a prince or princess would go home and openly murder their eldest brother and claim they are the Monarch, you may have some problems. But, for now, it seemed she had some other problems as she heard a mindless shout from behind her. The doors technologically opening, she made her way inside to find her brother's... True Form. Some small bits of fear seemed to flutter through Wyntre, thinking of the implications.
She commenced to scan for his Power Level, which nearly exploded when it read '215,100'. 215,100? 215,100!?! Currently Wyntre only had a little more than 10,000, 100,000 in her True Form, but a Power Level of 215,100? He was probably the most powerful being in the galaxy! The only being who she could think of who was more powerful was Emer, but even with that she was unsure. Even by unleashing her True Form's power, she hadn't much of a chance anyway... But she was Arcosian. Even in the face of death, they stand up and face it bravely. So, then, how could she defeat such a foe? His Power was twice hers.
Frigid, in his True Form, appeared as an extremely large figure, especially for an Arcosian. He had a light blue color for his bio-gems, an unusually dark skin color, and unusual horns and other characteristics you might expect to find in another form of his, especially the Brute or True Forms. He wasn't quite standing up normally either, but more on fours, like a bull, tail in the air. He looked absolutely livid...
But think of it. All across the galaxy, the headline: 'Empress Wyntre defeats Strongest in Universe'. Sure, he probably wasn't, but if she where to defeat the beast, his brother... but how? How? He far surpassed her because he's a genetic godsend and trains in extreme gravity daily. What does Wyntre have... that Frigid does not? Let's see... a Cooler (:3) sounding name? That won't help. An awesome intellect? This is Arcose, they won't get you anywhere. The remains of robots that have control over the four fundamental forces? Nah, that would-.... Oh. Ooh. She pressed a button on her scouter which brought up Kiwano on the screen, nearly oblivious to the Arcosian monster causing complete chaos in the background. "Lieutenant Kiwano. Retrieve the, uh, Four Robots and bring them to my location."
Kiwano nodded and muttered something along the lines of 'Yes Mam' before the line closed. It would take a little while for them to be moved, and then it struck her; she'd defeated them all the second time Axis sent them which nearly killed her. However, they where horribly beaten up and inactive. Even if they do start to work, she had doubted they'd attack the threat instead of her... after all, they where sent solely to kill her. But then again... they hadn't any idea what her Brute Form looked like. Some quick ideas formulated in her mind.
Soon, what little muscle mass she had had grown exponentially, her figure growing to more than twice the original height, her bulging muscles increases yet still and her horns snapped upwards. Brute form. Of course, it wasn't to be used to defeat Frigid, who was completely oblivious to her as her to he, but more so to stop the droids from recognizing her as Wyntre. Sure, she kept the face, but that was only a small detail. Fingers crossed, and toes too.
Soon, Kiwano flew past the door an into the chamber, two droids in each hand, before the naturally-fat yellow alien plopped them onto the floor, gave the Arcosian salute, before fluttering off to do dirty minion work. Alright, now to get these things working, she thought, ignoring the people being ripped into small parts before being ripped with their spines and force-fed their eyes. She was a genius, according to just about every intelligence test out there, and so, soon enough, the robots had activated after hitting it a few times. Two laser-pointed camera's on each activated and surveyed the area, similar to how a meerkat might. Each one then simultaneously stood up, still, as she heard a noise similar to a computer booting up vibrate through the air. "Direct over-ride, password is Ceazorn. I am taking control from now on. Attack Frigid, that-" she said, pointing at her brother, "-thing."
If you hadn't any idea of what just happened, then you should know that Wyntre had once activated the self-destruct sequence of Axis Tilt's secret base with the deducted password, the name of his dog. Hoping that Axis was both daft enough to not change the password, and to allow the droids to embark upon a divergence on a mission by command of anyone with the password... "Processing..." the four droids said in unison. "Correct passcode. Goal change successful."
Sighing her sigh of relief, she simply lay back in her throne, prepared to watch her brothers defeat. She wondered how he'd end... gravitated into an extremely dense piece of mass? Electrocuted to death? Would his atoms try to move away from each other as he exploded in a mass of elements? Turn him into a goop of plasma? Perhaps all four? Oh, this was to be fun...
*SNAP*
*CRASH*
*SMASH*
*SPLIT*
Or perhaps not. Because, as you may have guessed, the four droids where being absolutely destroyed. Destroyed, even such a bad word it is, is a massive understatement. Even as I explain how utterly destroyed they've been, Wyntre is watching them being gobbled up by her brother. Oh, why even call it her brother? It was much more a raving animal! Arcosian genetics where very messed up if two parents make three children; one that's practically a blue rabid unintelligent animal, one that has ram-horns and is orange, and lastly a highly intelligent purple female scheming alien beauty.
Well, she was measuring her options. On one hand was a few tones of 'you're absolutely stuffed!' and 'you haven't a chance!', while on the other side was a single grain of 'I guess you could run away?'. After weighing her options, she started to stroke her chin for a few ideas, not quite noticing the large figure of Lord Frigid looming over her after gathering what little intelligence he had and saw she was there. It knocked it's hand into the floor with little power and created a large dent.
Alright, she figured. If she didn't do something, her brother will kill her. If she did something, her brother will kill her anyway. None of this would have happened if she hadn't tried to take the throne, wouldn't it have? Oh well, she was awfully good at digging graves. At least she'll go out with a bang. Or, more realistically speaking, a beam. Starting to gather ki in her hand, she stepped up to her brother, before spitting on his face. Enraged, he got out his claw-like hand (claw?) and smashed her across the room, into the wall. Which then broke. And fell. Down. 400 meters.
She had to admit two things right now. Firstly, through facing an enemy more than twenty times her strength, she had come to the conclusion that she may not win in her weakest possible form. Second off, it was a pretty view. She got a view of the floor getting awfully close, and getting even closer at a steady speed, she heard the air whizzing past her ear, and the taste of oxygen in her mouth, the floor only seconds away. What a good life it has been.
'What is life? What is it's meaning?', she asked herself, thinking thoughts only her own as she tumbled down. 'To spread ones species and create life? Why? Why is this? What is the purpose? I was in search to avoid death, and here I am, falling directly to it.' she continued, warmly smiling to herself. 'Is there any purpose, any reason? Any way to avoid? No. Perhaps not. Maybe the question isn't of life or death, though. Maybe it is the boundless void of infinity without either, the wuji. Perhaps, rather, one should question the taiji. Perhaps. Maybe this is all meaningless. Maybe the true answer, the ultimate answer; maybe it's something simple, like 42, or cats. Perhaps not. What purpose does any of this fill? Perhaps none. Maybe, just maybe, I'll go to a good place. A better place. Any place but this place. Maybe I could forget of all of this suffering. Perhaps I could wipe it all off the face of the galaxy. What of Queendom? What of her Empire? What of Ascension, Apoapsis Apotheosis? Perhaps none of these could have happened. Perhaps. It is, though, something to aim up to. Right? But the point is null. Nothing has a point. It's all irrelevant. The only inevitable is not Death, she decided, because you can not have Death without Life. The only inevitable is not Cold. In the end, even nothingness doesn't exist. The only inevitable isn't life, but rather, it is void. Sheer nothing. Less. That is the only thing that could possibly be there in the end. It's a shame she hadn't become it... What a good life it's been!' she finished as she was seconds from impact.
Or, she decided, I could fly.
The rampage sort of stopped, as Frigid was trapped. He was in the Royal Form, causing a ruckus and destroying multiple artworks and vases worth millions each. Like a dragon would it's riches, Frigid lay on top of millions of zeni worth of art and gold. He was a monstrous figure, and his True Form wasn't built to be bipedal. A rabid animal. And somehow he was higher in the priority of heirdom than your highness, the Queen. To think... they really must be quite sexist.
Multiple of Wyntre's minions had managed to seal all entrances or exits and where arranging the possibility of getting some sort of weapon that could possibly kill, or even temporarily incapacitate such a powerful threat... They looked on, but to little avail. Even Wyntre, as immensely powerful as she was, was only half as strong as the creature in her most powerful form.
If they had any chance of survival, it wasn't clear as to what means are to be taken to obtain and amplify these chances. Multiple minions, nervous and sweaty, held blasters directed at the creature, Wyntre's brother who had luckily not noticed them. All they could do is wait for their Empress... and hope Frigid does not notice them by then.
Frigid turned around slowly, lazily flabbering across the floor spasmodically, nearly giving the world and all upon it a heart-attack of sheer unreasonable fright. They had the beast cornered, for now. And to think, such a monster to be King of the Planet Trade Organization? If such a thing be the case, no-one would want any part of it.
A side-door, once thought a secret entrance-way to the royal cellars, slowly slid to the side, revealing Empress Wyntre in her Brute Form, smiling angrily if you could imagine such a thing. Stepping forward, she looked to her brother who slowly lumbered to the side to get a good view. Her sycophantic minions where quite confused at this... Thinking such things as 'What's she thinking? He's 20x more powerful than she is!' and 'Oh, how's Queen Wyntre gonna pull this one off?' as they watched on intently.
Wyntre confidently swaggered up to her brother, as if she had all the confidence in the world that she would emerge from the dust; victorious! Would such a thing be possible. Frigid sat up on his hind legs and laughed at how weak his foe was in comparison to himself, as would many in his position, while Wyntre merely chuckled to herself with her signature smirk.
What did she have up her sleeve? What could possibly defeat such a powerful foe? Will Wyntre emerge victorious?
Find out next time, on Dragon Ball Souls!
Cha-la, head cha-la!
Wyntre stood there as if she was going to win. Her minions looked at her confusedly. He was twice her strength, how did she even have a chance? The gravity of the situation was felt by all, with the exception of Wyntre, who lazily stood, taunting her monster of a brother with her tongue. She was mad, that much was apparent, but to these levels?
Frigid growled as he, or rather it, stepped forward and sniffed (yes, sniffed) his sister. Even with his abysmal intelligence, he figured something was up. But what? This, not even Wyntre could figure out. "Do you know why I'm going to defeat you?"
Frigid looked down on her as a stream of saliva nearly came down on Wyntre. "Yes. Wait~ no. Yes? No? No."
Wyntre laughed and patted his brother on his large, red bio-gem on his head. "Then I'll tell you. I will defeat you because I want to, and that is a good a reason as any."
Yep. He's mad now. Jumping up on his hind two legs, he roared loudly. The sheer noise was like noise and literally pushed back some minions. Yet, Wyntre stood there unphased. Everyone knew that Wyntre had something up her sleeve, but no-one knew what it was, herself included. So she stepped back, formulated an idea, and hoped for the best.
"This statement is false."
What everyone thought would be a stroke of pure genius... wasn't quite. Multiple minions where audibly asking each other what the hell that was all about. Even Wyntre was confused by what she said before she realized why she said it.
*BOOM*
A large noise from inside Frigid was heard, as was a fiery red color, as the four robots exploded from the paradox somehow. Frigid made a bird-like terrifying scream and rolled onto it's back before it quickly recovered, stepping back again. Scarily moving up on his sister, he put up a claw, ready to strike. "Any last words, sister?"
She audibly gulped and internally screamed. Then, one major factor came back to her. The whole idea. The way to kill it. The Plan A that was, for some reason, used after Plan C. Oh well. "Yes. Don't you see? This whole time I have been gathering ki for a Full-Power Death Beam."
Realizing that she was about to shoot the Death Beam, Frigid managed to swipe his scythe-like claw (what a weird thing genetics are) directly at her. But it wasn't fast enough. Looking down, he noticed a giant gaping hole and the absence of his stomach... and then the pain.
But that wasn't going to stop him. Swearing undef his breath, he stood up and fell on Wyntre, hoping his weight would kill her. Only one thing was going through her mind, though, at this time.. It was 'Drat'. Seeing the shadow get larger, she jumped for it and tried to huddle in a ball to avoid being crushed... But it was too late.
There was no pain, and she was sure he fell on her. Where these the pearly white gates? Could this be... heaven? Opening her eyes, she was thankful that it wasn't. Heaven wouldn't be any fun. However, it did become apparent that the wide gaping hole she made let a space open up. She went straight through him, if you can follow. Noticing more movements, she took a mental note saying to get more plans. "I'm far from dead, sister."
Using bukujutsu to fly to another area, she counted her available options. She remembered, just then, that she had a Plan B. Watching her brother get up from off the sound, she didn't have much time to think before he charged at her. Foot after foot, she saw that he recklessly threw himself at her. Leaning against the sturdy wall, she quickly formulated a new plan, Plan 1 and 3 quarters.
Just as he'd hit into her, she jumped up, missing his brother's horns by millimeters, as his brute force was redirected to the wall, which, of course, stood no chance. Slipping and without the power of flight, Frigid tried to take ahold of the wall and try to stabilize himself as he struggled not to fall the 400 meters... and there was Wyntre, cat-walking up to him. "Le roi est mort, vive le roi!" she spoke in French as she ki blasted his filthy paws off of the building as the hefty figure started to fall down. It was very slow, as if slow-motion, and would remind many of that scene from the Lion King. Wyntre turned his back to his brother, around half a minute at best from death. She did not face him, yet she hoped the camera's where. She was to have this broadcast worldwide. Oh, imagine what they'd say! 'Empress Wyntre defeats Frigid the Mighty with ease'! Oh, such days are these. Now... to enjoy her Ascension.
She went back into the main room in her chair, before the exit, going down an odd spiral stair-case that defies all physics, all in all to see her.... 'fans'? Yes, fans. However, almost immediately, she was stopped by a small horde. All of them where Arcosians, and all of them looked very old... male, old Arcosians, all in matching uniforms. "Princess Wyntre, we must speak with you!"
Wyntre looked over the leader of them, who she remembered to be Senator Frore. She could see it in him; he put on a brave act, but he was almost shaking in a fear of death. Necrophobia? Thanatophobia? Something along those lines. "Senators, senators, senators. How lovely to see you. I assume this topic is to be of I being monarch?"
Senator Frore, who's age has brung him nearing the size of a dwarf or toddler, backed up a little. His power was not in brawn, but rather brains, and he has helped the Royal Family through 3 rulers. He was a valuable asset in many ways, and remains as the eldest and wisest Senator. "Well, you may say you are, but you are not to be recognized as ruler. We vote against it."
Wyntre looked at the Senator oddly. She then gave a devilish grin and almost gave a full-on Evil Genius's laugh soon after, but stopped herself soon after. She commenced to let out a finger... "Out with the old."
Frore dropped dead, a hole going straight through his head. The other Senators appeared to be about to say something, but where too afraid to die. "Senators. I will leave you in control over the small deals we are left with. If anyone resists my rule, bring the wrath of justice upon them."
And so, it seemed that the Planet Trade Organization was hers. Or maybe not so completely, even from the palace you could hear people riot, normally commenced with a few gunshots to silence it before it stormed up again somewhere else. Rebellion was obviously to come... and Wyntre was prepared.
Long live the Empress.
The camera pans out to see a small army of powerful minions saluting Wyntre, all shouting simultaneously 'May the Days of Cold never end' while wearing PTO armor. "And, as your Empress, I feel it necessary for a name change. Not for I, though... we are no longer a mere organization. We are an Empire! The Arcosian Empire! Long live the Days of Cold!" she said, her army obediently repeating the last phrase again, with their left hands to their hearts. "If you dare try to defy me, I will kill you where you stand! If you want to come and take the position; come to Arcose, where my claim will have substance. My Crowning will be at the Capital City, two hours and fourty-five minutes after mid-day tonight. I'm waiting for you, brother..."
And with that, the broadcast had ended. Almost immediately, the news had gotten abuzz, the newspapers started printing and documentaries where already in the making. However, more importantly, it got people talking. The people of Arcose, mostly, but also the Saiyans and the people of Earth. They all started talking. It mattered not what they talked about, either it be rebellion, or a conspiracy, or believing Wyntre will make the world a better place, as long as they where talking.
Wyntre sat in her chair, who had transformed into her suppressed form as soon as the broadcast ended, was gleefully sipping her wine and looking out of the window, seeing the cold expanse of Arcose from afar. "Land at the Capital City," she said, thinking many thoughts of what to do with the Empire she is to reform while the ship slowly descended from low orbit. I'm waiting for you, brother...
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The ship slowly lowered from it's already low orbit, coming in to land with ease and care. After some brief reentry affects, you could see Arcose from below the clouds. As one would expect, it was ice. Ice here, ice there, glaciers of ice smashing into others... it was a wonder of nature as to how the Proto-Arcosians, or so Wyntre thought.
For life to start where hell had frozen over was a chance so extremely rare, you may as well deny any Arcosian of their existence, however closing your eyes to the truth would only make you more ignorant, if such a thing is possible (Wyntre's words, not mine, don't ban me please). But it wasn't just the creation of life that's a wonder, it's the continuation of it. Arcosian's are unlike any other species in the galaxy in the way cold does not affect them. They did not get thick warm covering to survive, oh no, they found a way. They embraced the cold. They became the cold. And, as everybody knows, opening the door will only let the cold seep in.
Although, apart from the sheer amount of ice, there was also a city. It was highly advanced and cold-resistant, and looked like something out of 'Tron' more so than anything else. And, in the center of the vast city was what appeared to be a palace. As the ship finally touched the ground, a large hatch slowly opened, revealing the out to the in, and the in to the out. Stepping out from the in, a large crowd of Arcosians swarmed her, seemingly out of nowhere and started to congratulate her for being about to officially claim the Planet Trade Organization. Multiple of them had camera's, a few a pad and a pen, and a some others appeared to be fangirls. She has fangirls. Wyntre has fangirls. The very idea disgusted her...
Planet Trade Organization, bah! That was a horrible name! Wyntre scoffed at it's mere mention. Ignoring the closest thing the planet had to a press, they stopped following her and asking questions. Slowly moving up some steps that had a think layer of snow and ice on it, she opened the equivalent of a large chapel door, carved with legends of the heroes of old, and walked on inside. It was a large throne-room, used by royalty for tens of thousands of years. It was a very large room, filled with incenses and exotic carpets and beautiful creatures and the such. Wyntre remembered the last Arcosian King. Dad. Bah, he didn't deserve that title. But he wasn't the best fighter either way, he was a lot like Gelid; making gladiators fight, hunting rare animals and wooing pretty women, including the Queen. He was weak though, and this led to his assassination. After multiple people claiming the throne before being assassinated mere hours later caused a spot of great power that no-one wanted out of fear of death. But this was going to change with Wyntre, she thought. They weren't going to assassinate her, oh no! She was far too powerful to be assassinated. It's not as if some mere fool with a gun could take her down. She'll take the so-called Haunted Throne for herself... and live to not only teach the tale, but make everyone wish she hadn't.
But, although all of this, she remembered walking down the hall, past jugglers, acrobats, servants (slaves), beautiful eye-candy ladies and the occasional two warriors beating each other to death. It was a grand festivity, one that brought Wyntre one of the very few happy moments in her life... But now it was empty. The Arcosian Senate would have some problem with crowning a Queen, though, if there's a male heir in higher priority. And that is the reasoning of making it here... she had been planning far, far into the future, even far, far into the past. She started to smile as she heard her brothers foot-steps come into the room. She turned, knowing who it was, her grin extremely creepy. Frigid.
Ah, yes, Frigid, her brother. First in line to the throne. There are many legends of how he conquered many worlds, defeated legendary foes and, although not as good, got a minus score in the IQ test. "Sister, I will not allow you to take the throne. Throne mine!"
Wyntre's face of sadistic and masochistic confidence, changed to rather a pitiful one, which was certainly strange. Good thing she was acting. "Brother, Frigid, my dear. You don't understand. I'm giving you the throne," she said, noticing that Frigid was extremely confused at this, "Why else would I do all of this? I don't want to be King. I'm a female, females become Queens, not Kings!"
Frigid looked up, his brain working many times more than it should before he nodded back. Oh my god I don't believe that actually worked. "My friend, my brother, come sit down and Kingdom will be yours!" she said, mentioning to a chair right next to the throne.
It was made of steel with quite a few cords and such on it. Gracefully directing Frigid, in which his his intelligence was bested by a pea-nut, to the chair, she let him sit down. "You're not King yet," she said, before strapping in some metal bits around his arm which snapped into place, "Those are the royal arm-guards," she said, putting a large tin device with a large conductive wire on his head, "And this, the Royal Crown."
And then she stepped back, not believing her eyes when she realized he fell for it. "Am I King now, sis?" he asked confusedly. Wyntre's sadistic grin returned as she sat on the real throne which was to the left of his, golden and containing the rarest and most valuable crystals and gems the galaxy will ever see, which Frigid just noticed, now struggling in his seat. However, he was trapped, bound to the chair and it's straps. "This is an Alonometan Torture Device. It has many functions, the primary one... Persuasion."
Soon, black ink came out of the old seeps of the wood. At the same time, intense electricity came through the conductive cord at the top and shocked Frigid, who was currently too stupid to scream. Black ink slowly slivered up his skin until it seeped into his mouth... his eyes went black and his head went back, as if dead. The truth is, Alonometan Torture Devices are special in the fact that they cause a pain so intense that only he would feel it, and it cuts off contact from their conscious to their body with a layer of pain. Literal pain.
Enjoying this a little too much, she looked around the room, in her throne of gold, clicking her fingers as innumerable minions came out of the shadows and seeped out of hiding. One of them was holding a special recorder device that looked like an upside-down metal tree with multiple lenses on it. "My dear people, I have been anointed."
She gurbled, yes, gurbled, when she thought of what the audience's reaction must be. Slowly, she had gotten out of the golden throne and had levitated into her own hover-chair and casually ki blasting the pretty doors open. It revealed a balcony with some sublime flowers, but more importantly, a large audience below. He looked below, seeing the many many faces, most of which Arcosian, look up at her. Some where confused, some where happy, some where already shooting her (to no effect).
Ah, so they must know her as their Queen. No, their Empress. This was quite good, quite good indeed... she wondered what the Senate would think of her, and then she thought how many where already rising against her or not recognizing her rule. Of course, if a prince or princess would go home and openly murder their eldest brother and claim they are the Monarch, you may have some problems. But, for now, it seemed she had some other problems as she heard a mindless shout from behind her. The doors technologically opening, she made her way inside to find her brother's... True Form. Some small bits of fear seemed to flutter through Wyntre, thinking of the implications.
She commenced to scan for his Power Level, which nearly exploded when it read '215,100'. 215,100? 215,100!?! Currently Wyntre only had a little more than 10,000, 100,000 in her True Form, but a Power Level of 215,100? He was probably the most powerful being in the galaxy! The only being who she could think of who was more powerful was Emer, but even with that she was unsure. Even by unleashing her True Form's power, she hadn't much of a chance anyway... But she was Arcosian. Even in the face of death, they stand up and face it bravely. So, then, how could she defeat such a foe? His Power was twice hers.
Frigid, in his True Form, appeared as an extremely large figure, especially for an Arcosian. He had a light blue color for his bio-gems, an unusually dark skin color, and unusual horns and other characteristics you might expect to find in another form of his, especially the Brute or True Forms. He wasn't quite standing up normally either, but more on fours, like a bull, tail in the air. He looked absolutely livid...
But think of it. All across the galaxy, the headline: 'Empress Wyntre defeats Strongest in Universe'. Sure, he probably wasn't, but if she where to defeat the beast, his brother... but how? How? He far surpassed her because he's a genetic godsend and trains in extreme gravity daily. What does Wyntre have... that Frigid does not? Let's see... a Cooler (:3) sounding name? That won't help. An awesome intellect? This is Arcose, they won't get you anywhere. The remains of robots that have control over the four fundamental forces? Nah, that would-.... Oh. Ooh. She pressed a button on her scouter which brought up Kiwano on the screen, nearly oblivious to the Arcosian monster causing complete chaos in the background. "Lieutenant Kiwano. Retrieve the, uh, Four Robots and bring them to my location."
Kiwano nodded and muttered something along the lines of 'Yes Mam' before the line closed. It would take a little while for them to be moved, and then it struck her; she'd defeated them all the second time Axis sent them which nearly killed her. However, they where horribly beaten up and inactive. Even if they do start to work, she had doubted they'd attack the threat instead of her... after all, they where sent solely to kill her. But then again... they hadn't any idea what her Brute Form looked like. Some quick ideas formulated in her mind.
Soon, what little muscle mass she had had grown exponentially, her figure growing to more than twice the original height, her bulging muscles increases yet still and her horns snapped upwards. Brute form. Of course, it wasn't to be used to defeat Frigid, who was completely oblivious to her as her to he, but more so to stop the droids from recognizing her as Wyntre. Sure, she kept the face, but that was only a small detail. Fingers crossed, and toes too.
Soon, Kiwano flew past the door an into the chamber, two droids in each hand, before the naturally-fat yellow alien plopped them onto the floor, gave the Arcosian salute, before fluttering off to do dirty minion work. Alright, now to get these things working, she thought, ignoring the people being ripped into small parts before being ripped with their spines and force-fed their eyes. She was a genius, according to just about every intelligence test out there, and so, soon enough, the robots had activated after hitting it a few times. Two laser-pointed camera's on each activated and surveyed the area, similar to how a meerkat might. Each one then simultaneously stood up, still, as she heard a noise similar to a computer booting up vibrate through the air. "Direct over-ride, password is Ceazorn. I am taking control from now on. Attack Frigid, that-" she said, pointing at her brother, "-thing."
If you hadn't any idea of what just happened, then you should know that Wyntre had once activated the self-destruct sequence of Axis Tilt's secret base with the deducted password, the name of his dog. Hoping that Axis was both daft enough to not change the password, and to allow the droids to embark upon a divergence on a mission by command of anyone with the password... "Processing..." the four droids said in unison. "Correct passcode. Goal change successful."
Sighing her sigh of relief, she simply lay back in her throne, prepared to watch her brothers defeat. She wondered how he'd end... gravitated into an extremely dense piece of mass? Electrocuted to death? Would his atoms try to move away from each other as he exploded in a mass of elements? Turn him into a goop of plasma? Perhaps all four? Oh, this was to be fun...
*SNAP*
*CRASH*
*SMASH*
*SPLIT*
Or perhaps not. Because, as you may have guessed, the four droids where being absolutely destroyed. Destroyed, even such a bad word it is, is a massive understatement. Even as I explain how utterly destroyed they've been, Wyntre is watching them being gobbled up by her brother. Oh, why even call it her brother? It was much more a raving animal! Arcosian genetics where very messed up if two parents make three children; one that's practically a blue rabid unintelligent animal, one that has ram-horns and is orange, and lastly a highly intelligent purple female scheming alien beauty.
Well, she was measuring her options. On one hand was a few tones of 'you're absolutely stuffed!' and 'you haven't a chance!', while on the other side was a single grain of 'I guess you could run away?'. After weighing her options, she started to stroke her chin for a few ideas, not quite noticing the large figure of Lord Frigid looming over her after gathering what little intelligence he had and saw she was there. It knocked it's hand into the floor with little power and created a large dent.
Alright, she figured. If she didn't do something, her brother will kill her. If she did something, her brother will kill her anyway. None of this would have happened if she hadn't tried to take the throne, wouldn't it have? Oh well, she was awfully good at digging graves. At least she'll go out with a bang. Or, more realistically speaking, a beam. Starting to gather ki in her hand, she stepped up to her brother, before spitting on his face. Enraged, he got out his claw-like hand (claw?) and smashed her across the room, into the wall. Which then broke. And fell. Down. 400 meters.
She had to admit two things right now. Firstly, through facing an enemy more than twenty times her strength, she had come to the conclusion that she may not win in her weakest possible form. Second off, it was a pretty view. She got a view of the floor getting awfully close, and getting even closer at a steady speed, she heard the air whizzing past her ear, and the taste of oxygen in her mouth, the floor only seconds away. What a good life it has been.
'What is life? What is it's meaning?', she asked herself, thinking thoughts only her own as she tumbled down. 'To spread ones species and create life? Why? Why is this? What is the purpose? I was in search to avoid death, and here I am, falling directly to it.' she continued, warmly smiling to herself. 'Is there any purpose, any reason? Any way to avoid? No. Perhaps not. Maybe the question isn't of life or death, though. Maybe it is the boundless void of infinity without either, the wuji. Perhaps, rather, one should question the taiji. Perhaps. Maybe this is all meaningless. Maybe the true answer, the ultimate answer; maybe it's something simple, like 42, or cats. Perhaps not. What purpose does any of this fill? Perhaps none. Maybe, just maybe, I'll go to a good place. A better place. Any place but this place. Maybe I could forget of all of this suffering. Perhaps I could wipe it all off the face of the galaxy. What of Queendom? What of her Empire? What of Ascension, Apoapsis Apotheosis? Perhaps none of these could have happened. Perhaps. It is, though, something to aim up to. Right? But the point is null. Nothing has a point. It's all irrelevant. The only inevitable is not Death, she decided, because you can not have Death without Life. The only inevitable is not Cold. In the end, even nothingness doesn't exist. The only inevitable isn't life, but rather, it is void. Sheer nothing. Less. That is the only thing that could possibly be there in the end. It's a shame she hadn't become it... What a good life it's been!' she finished as she was seconds from impact.
Or, she decided, I could fly.
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Multiple of Wyntre's minions had managed to seal all entrances or exits and where arranging the possibility of getting some sort of weapon that could possibly kill, or even temporarily incapacitate such a powerful threat... They looked on, but to little avail. Even Wyntre, as immensely powerful as she was, was only half as strong as the creature in her most powerful form.
If they had any chance of survival, it wasn't clear as to what means are to be taken to obtain and amplify these chances. Multiple minions, nervous and sweaty, held blasters directed at the creature, Wyntre's brother who had luckily not noticed them. All they could do is wait for their Empress... and hope Frigid does not notice them by then.
Frigid turned around slowly, lazily flabbering across the floor spasmodically, nearly giving the world and all upon it a heart-attack of sheer unreasonable fright. They had the beast cornered, for now. And to think, such a monster to be King of the Planet Trade Organization? If such a thing be the case, no-one would want any part of it.
A side-door, once thought a secret entrance-way to the royal cellars, slowly slid to the side, revealing Empress Wyntre in her Brute Form, smiling angrily if you could imagine such a thing. Stepping forward, she looked to her brother who slowly lumbered to the side to get a good view. Her sycophantic minions where quite confused at this... Thinking such things as 'What's she thinking? He's 20x more powerful than she is!' and 'Oh, how's Queen Wyntre gonna pull this one off?' as they watched on intently.
Wyntre confidently swaggered up to her brother, as if she had all the confidence in the world that she would emerge from the dust; victorious! Would such a thing be possible. Frigid sat up on his hind legs and laughed at how weak his foe was in comparison to himself, as would many in his position, while Wyntre merely chuckled to herself with her signature smirk.
What did she have up her sleeve? What could possibly defeat such a powerful foe? Will Wyntre emerge victorious?
Find out next time, on Dragon Ball Souls!
Wyntre stood there as if she was going to win. Her minions looked at her confusedly. He was twice her strength, how did she even have a chance? The gravity of the situation was felt by all, with the exception of Wyntre, who lazily stood, taunting her monster of a brother with her tongue. She was mad, that much was apparent, but to these levels?
Frigid growled as he, or rather it, stepped forward and sniffed (yes, sniffed) his sister. Even with his abysmal intelligence, he figured something was up. But what? This, not even Wyntre could figure out. "Do you know why I'm going to defeat you?"
Frigid looked down on her as a stream of saliva nearly came down on Wyntre. "Yes. Wait~ no. Yes? No? No."
Wyntre laughed and patted his brother on his large, red bio-gem on his head. "Then I'll tell you. I will defeat you because I want to, and that is a good a reason as any."
Yep. He's mad now. Jumping up on his hind two legs, he roared loudly. The sheer noise was like noise and literally pushed back some minions. Yet, Wyntre stood there unphased. Everyone knew that Wyntre had something up her sleeve, but no-one knew what it was, herself included. So she stepped back, formulated an idea, and hoped for the best.
"This statement is false."
What everyone thought would be a stroke of pure genius... wasn't quite. Multiple minions where audibly asking each other what the hell that was all about. Even Wyntre was confused by what she said before she realized why she said it.
*BOOM*
A large noise from inside Frigid was heard, as was a fiery red color, as the four robots exploded from the paradox somehow. Frigid made a bird-like terrifying scream and rolled onto it's back before it quickly recovered, stepping back again. Scarily moving up on his sister, he put up a claw, ready to strike. "Any last words, sister?"
She audibly gulped and internally screamed. Then, one major factor came back to her. The whole idea. The way to kill it. The Plan A that was, for some reason, used after Plan C. Oh well. "Yes. Don't you see? This whole time I have been gathering ki for a Full-Power Death Beam."
Realizing that she was about to shoot the Death Beam, Frigid managed to swipe his scythe-like claw (what a weird thing genetics are) directly at her. But it wasn't fast enough. Looking down, he noticed a giant gaping hole and the absence of his stomach... and then the pain.
But that wasn't going to stop him. Swearing undef his breath, he stood up and fell on Wyntre, hoping his weight would kill her. Only one thing was going through her mind, though, at this time.. It was 'Drat'. Seeing the shadow get larger, she jumped for it and tried to huddle in a ball to avoid being crushed... But it was too late.
There was no pain, and she was sure he fell on her. Where these the pearly white gates? Could this be... heaven? Opening her eyes, she was thankful that it wasn't. Heaven wouldn't be any fun. However, it did become apparent that the wide gaping hole she made let a space open up. She went straight through him, if you can follow. Noticing more movements, she took a mental note saying to get more plans. "I'm far from dead, sister."
Using bukujutsu to fly to another area, she counted her available options. She remembered, just then, that she had a Plan B. Watching her brother get up from off the sound, she didn't have much time to think before he charged at her. Foot after foot, she saw that he recklessly threw himself at her. Leaning against the sturdy wall, she quickly formulated a new plan, Plan 1 and 3 quarters.
Just as he'd hit into her, she jumped up, missing his brother's horns by millimeters, as his brute force was redirected to the wall, which, of course, stood no chance. Slipping and without the power of flight, Frigid tried to take ahold of the wall and try to stabilize himself as he struggled not to fall the 400 meters... and there was Wyntre, cat-walking up to him. "Le roi est mort, vive le roi!" she spoke in French as she ki blasted his filthy paws off of the building as the hefty figure started to fall down. It was very slow, as if slow-motion, and would remind many of that scene from the Lion King. Wyntre turned his back to his brother, around half a minute at best from death. She did not face him, yet she hoped the camera's where. She was to have this broadcast worldwide. Oh, imagine what they'd say! 'Empress Wyntre defeats Frigid the Mighty with ease'! Oh, such days are these. Now... to enjoy her Ascension.
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She went back into the main room in her chair, before the exit, going down an odd spiral stair-case that defies all physics, all in all to see her.... 'fans'? Yes, fans. However, almost immediately, she was stopped by a small horde. All of them where Arcosians, and all of them looked very old... male, old Arcosians, all in matching uniforms. "Princess Wyntre, we must speak with you!"
Wyntre looked over the leader of them, who she remembered to be Senator Frore. She could see it in him; he put on a brave act, but he was almost shaking in a fear of death. Necrophobia? Thanatophobia? Something along those lines. "Senators, senators, senators. How lovely to see you. I assume this topic is to be of I being monarch?"
Senator Frore, who's age has brung him nearing the size of a dwarf or toddler, backed up a little. His power was not in brawn, but rather brains, and he has helped the Royal Family through 3 rulers. He was a valuable asset in many ways, and remains as the eldest and wisest Senator. "Well, you may say you are, but you are not to be recognized as ruler. We vote against it."
Wyntre looked at the Senator oddly. She then gave a devilish grin and almost gave a full-on Evil Genius's laugh soon after, but stopped herself soon after. She commenced to let out a finger... "Out with the old."
Frore dropped dead, a hole going straight through his head. The other Senators appeared to be about to say something, but where too afraid to die. "Senators. I will leave you in control over the small deals we are left with. If anyone resists my rule, bring the wrath of justice upon them."
And so, it seemed that the Planet Trade Organization was hers. Or maybe not so completely, even from the palace you could hear people riot, normally commenced with a few gunshots to silence it before it stormed up again somewhere else. Rebellion was obviously to come... and Wyntre was prepared.
Long live the Empress.