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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 25, 2015 12:27:41 GMT
"Gentlemen, I can assure you that I'm not here to kill you. We're here for peace."
Multiple businessmen scoffed. They shouldn't have been allowed in here. They don't want peace, they want money! They're just corrupt politicians, trying to scab off some more money from the Arcosian Empire. Well no more. "But that does not mean I am going to give you twenty million zeni."
"You're wasting your monkey on the Saiyans, why not us? We need help too!"
Wyntre merely sighed at his sheer stupidity. Wyntre was standing up, hands on a table. It was a long table, artificially aged to look good. Wyntre was in a business suit, and it was smexy suited her. Also on the table where two sets of a dozen businessmen and politicians, all here for the money. Truly, a testament to their corruption. Are the Arcosians really the only ones out there to trust? Truly pitiful. "Our funding try to establish a longer lasting peace with the Saiyans is paying off. But, from the sound of things, you don't really care if everyone is enslaved or killed by a bunch of filthy monkeys. No, you're all out, here, for the money, aren't you? Can we at least establish peace?"
One of them was about to respond, and then they did. But her scouter beeped, and she'd much rather pay attention to that and not the boring men in suits. Oh, was that-? Oh god help me. Please. She. She is here.
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Post by Zexama on Jan 25, 2015 12:45:22 GMT
Zexama was quickly rushing up the building on a window cleaner hover pad 9000 before it stopped moving and some people shouted some words to her, she waited there for ten seconds before seeing a man with a construction suit on tell her to get of the building. "Sorry kid, Don't think you're allowed to be on a hover pad 48 stories into th-" Zexama wrapped his neck with her antenna and threw him off, luckily there was a safety function at the bottom of the building that caught him.
Zexama got tired of waiting and started climbing up the building with her own hands, she managed to see the bowl of candy that she had been looking for, she locked her eyes on it before seeing a familiar thing, she looked up at Wyntre and laughed at her suit. "HAHAHAHAAHAAAH YOU LOOK LIKE A HUMOOON" She cracked up laughing before realising that she might not be able to even hear her though this think glass.
She wrote on the window by using her finger to turn it into a jelly thingy that was easily visible to Wyntre, but not the businessmens/politicans back's. The thing she wrote was, should I break the window?
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 26, 2015 6:07:57 GMT
Oh god, no. How what this even possible? Wherever she went, Zexama was there to haunt her. It is... creepy and unsettling. She didn't want this, of course, so she'd try to solve the problem with as little Zexama was possible.
She watched as she said something, but she could not quite hear it. By the looks of her mouth, it was probably 'HAHAHAHA I am a Baboon', which was mostly accurate. However, the main differentiating factor is that one of the two is intelligent, and the other is Zexama. Oh god help me. She was staring, afraid. "Empress Wyntre?"
And with that small push, she had begun to completely ignore Zexama and get some business done. It seemed no one had bothered to have any of the smarties in the bowl on the table. But she couldn't quite say that for Zexama... This couldn't be happening. So far, though, no one had noticed her. So, motioning to Kiwano, her fat spikey yellow minion who was in the guard because reasons, she had motioned the blinds. And so he pulled them as a curtain of opaque blackness covered the window, and, even better, Zexama. The businessmen didn't care much, they're nocturnal anyway. "As I was saying, we should at least establish to the Galaxy that we are on good terms!"
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Post by Zexama on Jan 26, 2015 8:16:01 GMT
Zexama laughed at Wyntre stupid attempt to stop her, what would closing a blind do? Yeah, nothing. When the blind was about to fully close she made the candy writing near the bottom of the window extend in order to stop the blind from moving, then once it had been caught she slowly lifted the candy rod thing up near the top of the window, and just to make sure he didn't destroy the window he turned the glass above it into marshmallow with her other hand.
When the blind had been opened up she looked at the men and Wyntre, why was she dressed like a human for god's sake? Zexama thought that since she said nothing that must of indicated that she was suppose to take her silence as a yes, Zexama roared at the top of her lungs before smashing through the window and landing face first into the smarties. "What the hell? That's the demon from the news! I'm sure of it!" Then while Zexama was stuffing her face all the men looked to Wyntre with their arms crossed waiting for an answer from Wyntre, since everything was apparently her fault these days.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 26, 2015 8:33:50 GMT
... ... ... ... ... I'm going to murder that brat one day.
That was about it. You could almost see Wyntre's skin turn red and steam come out of her ears. And eyes. And nose. And mouth. She was practically steaming with anger. Of course, that obviously didn't happen, but it might if this was a cartoon. "Zexama, you pathetic blob of infinitesimal intelligence. Do you have any idea what you might have just done, you fool? You just damaged relations on an intergalactic scale, possibly ending in trillions losing their lives! You have that on your conscience now, pipsqueak! So how about you leave and never come back or I might want to destroy every essence of your very being! Zexama, you candy-hater. Do you have any idea what you have even done? Of course not, your complete and utter stupidity has blinded you to any logic! You cannot even begin to comprehend the trouble you might have just caused!"
"Actually, we don't mi-""Get out of my sight. Don't expect the millions of deaths you've caused to come lightly, for-""-It's actually kinda cute-""their blood is on your hands. Potentially. Maybe. Ish. Probably not, actually. Oh well, what do you want? It looks your stuck in that smarties bowl."
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Post by Zexama on Jan 27, 2015 1:33:31 GMT
Zexama was stuffing her face with smarties while listening to all of Wyntre's words, she didn't care in slightest, all she cared about was the fact that the bowl was about to run out, anyway she could always make more. She popped her head out of the bowl and looked at Lady old Hag "Oh, I hate having that raspberry juice on my hands, it's so sticky, and you can't eat food as fast!"
She looked at Wyntre to see her look slightly annoyed, meh, some chocolate should fix the problem she had. She grabbed the bowl and changed it to a chocolate bar with chocolate flakes and chocolate topping and chocolate sprinkles and chocolate, well, think of something chocolate, and it's on there. She handed it over to Wyntre and smiled innocently. "See I am usefull!"
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 27, 2015 1:49:05 GMT
Wyntre stood still as she closed her eyes. Calm down Wyntre. It's only a kid. Pretend it's your kid. What are you going to do, scream at it? No, you can't scream at children. No, give a scold and maybe a hug. Except no hugging. Whatsoever. No hugging. That needs a Death Sentence. And then, she opened her eyes. She was somewhat calmer now as she exhaled calmly. Calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. RAGE THE FUCK OUT OF EVERYTHING Calm. Still Calm. She began to pay attention, now, as she nicely took Zexama's... chocolate? It was brown, certainly, and it was definitely chocolate, but- hey, was that chocolate mousse? Huh. Zexama must just know her deep down. She didn't know if she was supposed to feel disgusted or pleased, so she felt both. "Thank-you" she said, taking a bit of the chocolate. Ahh, good. Take that brain, Theobromine's got it covered.
She nearly forgot the business ppl, though. No one can forget the business ppl. They just awkwardly looked at one another. "Yes, Zexama, you are very useful. How about you be even more useful and give those 'human peeps' some candy?""-Actually, I'm sensitive to suga-""Shut up and eat your candy."
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Post by Zexama on Jan 28, 2015 10:28:16 GMT
Zexama laughed at Wyntre as she admitted that she isn't useless, she would remember this day for the rest of her life, it seemed that Wyntre wanted her to make more or... Uh... What should she call her chocolate master piece? Hmm, maybe she could call it Zexara, yes very original I know. So, Wyntre wanted her to make some more Zexaras for these stupid little humans, She gave a small laugh before looking for something to make the chocolate with, the only thing that caught her eye was Wyntre's suit, yes that would be perfect.
Zexama quickly grabbed the suit and turned it into chocolate while Wyntre was eating her Zexara, she then swiftly fashioned it into the special chocolate delights, she made ten in total, five for the businessmen and three for the for the politics, and two for her, well that was good, one Zexama, One Wyntre five businessmen and four politics, yes four politics. The remaining human watched as the others stuffed their face with chocolate, his mouth was nearly drooling with delight, he got fed up with it and shouted at the room standing on his feet. "I DON'T NEED YOUR GOD FORSAKEN CHOCOLATE, I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY I'M HERE, THAT BITCH WYNTRE HAS NO RIGHT TO RULE THE GALAXY, WHO'S WITH ME?" everyone just looked at him and then cracked up laughing, but all Zexama could do was look nervously at Wyntre, knowing what was about to happen.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 29, 2015 6:27:44 GMT
Wyntre was enjoying the flavor of her chocolate. It tasted like chocolate, which was strangely a relief. Normally, with Zexama, things aren't what they normally are. However, this chocolate was very much, in every way, chocolate, and therefore good. If you didn't already know, the main chemical in Chocolate is called Theobromine. This works weirdly in a human brain, taking the place of the chemical that your brain uses to tell the conscious that it should probably go to sleep. Well, theobromine blocks that. You don't need to go to sleep, don't be preposterous! However, in Arcosians, it works differently. You see, Arcosians don't exactly don't get tired. When they hadn't had enough sleep, they'll know and go to sleep. After all, it's bound to happen. After all, the Galaxy record for an Arcosian is having had no sleep at all for thirteen years. Thirteen years! Normally, however, they simply fall asleep whenever they have nothing better to do, which, sadly, is often. So, since they have no need for 'tiredness', Theobromine works a little differently. These usually differ from person to person, but create an affect like intoxication. Blurry vision, mostly. But that's about it.
HOLY HELL WHERE'D HER TUXEDO GO. She looked down, after having been thinking about the affects of Theobromine on the Arcosian mind, helped by the near-drunkness of Chocolate-intoxication, before she realized she was merely in a black bikini. Holy hell this is embarrassing. Why did Zexama have to do that? Sure, chocolate is cool, but this? No witnesses. So she flew, extremely fast, to the coat-rack and put on a random jacket to protect vision. Because that's just wrong. Sure, she wears the same set whenever she goes into her True Form, but it's weird when she's in her Suppressed. Somehow. She hoped she did that fast enough so that no one would notice before getting back to the moment at notice. However, if you did saw, you'd now she's not just a pretty face, appearance-wise. "Mr. Turner," she says, taking a bite of the chocolate that used to be her tuxedo, "I am the rightful Empress of the Galaxy by order of inheritance," she continued, hoping no-one saw that incident, as Mister Turner turned in his wheeled seat. It was one of those cool ones with wheels at the bottom that you can spin around in. He got out of the desk partially to face Wyntre, who was only a meter in front of him, "So how about you get real so we can make a deal? Or would you rather me kick you out of the building? That'd be a real shame, it was a good window... So tuck yourself in and eat the DARN CHOCOLATE. Throwing you out of a window isn't the most painful thing I can do, I can assure you."
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Post by Zexama on Jan 30, 2015 7:14:29 GMT
Zexama looked at the man slightly thanking that Wyntre hadn't horribly murdered the man, slightly. She looked around a bit and saw that one of the men was smiling with delight and had already ate all his Zexara, she looked at him and leaned her head to the right, she lifted up her right hand which was now free from the Zexara that she had stuffed into her mouth and focused energy into the palm of her hand, she slowly moved her fingers bouncing the ki blast around in her hand, how dare he, how dare he eat the Zexara before her, he will pay, dearly.
She extended her right hand into the roof as well as her fingers, then moving her hand behind her, canapulted her hand forwards and releasing the pink ki blast right into the man's face, he went flying backwards and out the window, fortunately, for him, he hit the window cleaner over craft fence and only had serve brain damage, luckily humans found a way to treat that, she decided to end his life but remembered she was eating candy and continued to stuff her face with it grinning with a devious smile.
"I DIDN'T GET ANY CHOCOLATE YOU SON OF A B****, SO HOW ABOUT YOU STOP THREATENING ME AND GET DOWN TO BUSINESS YOU FILTHY LIZARD! GO ON, THROW ME OUT THE WINDOW, There's a camera right there."Then he sat down in his chair and smiled confidently at Wyntre waiting for her to drop to her knees and worship him.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 30, 2015 7:55:07 GMT
Wyntre chucked down another 'Zexara'. While it's name was ridiculous and stupid (although very original), it's taste was sublime. She then began to do something that might be considered odd, as she made an odd noise. It was sort of like the contorted mix between the purr of a cat, a pleasurable moan from, say, a yummy strawberry, and yawning. It was probably just a strange alien reaction to chocolate. After all, it was an alien seed from a tree mixed with sugar from earth plants and the milk of animals with four stomachs. Something is bound to be strange.
Zexama, however... she was many times more evil and cruel than an enraged Wyntre could ever be. She knew... deep. Deep in those eyes. There was a pure evil. Heck, she IS pure evil. She may as well be made of evil itself, only with a candy coating of... wait. Candy coating. As I was saying, and Wyntre was thinking, she had a candy coating, a false facade, of love and candy and unicorns and princesses and cupcakes. She should probably show her 'My Little Oozaru' if it wasn't so Saiyan bias. What would be better would be 'My Little Hover-Chair', the original version the Saiyans ripped off. Seriously, what don't they rip off? Do they even have a single original bone in their body? Or even a hair? They have a lot of hair. It seemed these days hair is a sign of weakness. But anyway, candy coating. What she both feared and was intrigued by was the deep evil chocolate with-in. Maybe comparing Zexama to an M&M is a bad idea, because she felt the sudden urge to eat Zexama. She should probably stop comparing things to other things, like how she always compares Saiyans to monkeys. She should probably stop, that's highly offensive. You'd never lower a monkey to a Saiyans level.
"Omigod you are so utterly stupid. Camera? Really? Do you really think I'd let a camera I don't like have a look at my perfect face? No, that camera has been disabled. I could easily push you out of that window. Perhaps I will. You should thank me for removing this source of stupidity from the genepool anyway. Farewell, fool."
She grabbed his neck by his shirt-collar-thing as she kicked down the window. The glass fell down to the ground and caused quite a lot of sirens to go off. She then dropped him, purposely, to a stone gargoyle a few meters down. It didn't matter if he fell off and died or came off and made it. Zexama, however... she can deal with the madness. Maybe.
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Post by Zexama on Jan 30, 2015 11:53:50 GMT
Zexama was comfortably resting in her spiny spin chair as well as nibbling on her Zexara with a grin on her face, one day, she would give up candy, maybe find a job, then, then, never give up candy and then eat more candy until her endless stomach gets filled with candy which may take a long time come to think of it, anyhow, it seemed that two men have been thrown out the window in just one minute, a new world record! "Ok Wyntre, there are hidden cameras in the room but they aren't live, we can delete them, let's just get back to business and discuss what we are going to do about your marriage that should be happening this year? You know, otherwise you are un-fit to rule the galaxy and what not?"
He said this all perfectly calm and confident with a smile on his face, he was currently grabbed a few documents and gently tapped them upon the table so they would align into place. He looked at Wyntre waiting for an answer, everyone in the room was silent expect the pink devil in the corner. "HAHAHAHAHAHA Wyntre? GET MARRIED, NO WAY, Maybe you could get married to that Arcosian I met the other day, his name was Ize or something, Oh god that would be funny."
Zexama continued to laugh in her mad scientist laugh as she spun around in her spiny chair stuffing the rest of Zexara with a tight grin on her face, while she was spinning she looked up at the neon blue light 9000, as it went into a spiral because of the way Zexama was moving underneath it, she continued to laughed for a few seconds before pulling a compelete straight face and looking in front of her like she had been turned into stone, her eyes directed at one thing, that one thing was Wyntre.
Zexama's eyes were stone still facing towards Wyntre with a devilish smile, she looked at her for reasons beyond belief, most were to take advantage of the fact that Wyntre was naturally scared of the princess of candies which turned out to be a pink bubblegum demonic candy loving thing that likes to stare at people for over 50 seconds just after laughing for a good ten seconds.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 31, 2015 6:33:17 GMT
This was going well she thought to herself. Of course, the only way she could have thought this without sarcasm would be if she didn't hear what she had to say. And, of course, she had not. She was merely watching a human scramble upon a crumbly gargoyle that looked like it could break any second. The look on terror on his face, it was ecstatic and afraid. The man could die any second now, really, if the fire truck didn't get there in time to save him, probably with one of those weird ladders. What are those even called, anyway? Oop, here comes one now. ♫Beep boop beep boop♫. She then was brought back to reality by one of the business people, who apparently didn't care all too much one of my comrades could potentially die today. Actually, more than that. The hidden cameras, of course. That's what she meant when she said cameras, actually, considering she said a plural and there was only one obvious camera. She waved at the camera hidden in a pot-plant, even knowing it was stupid considering she turned it off. And then was-
Wait. Did he just? No he did not. That *insert Arcosian swear word here*! She visibly began to panic as she got up from her amused mockery of the suited man clinging to a stone statue with his life as a large red hover-truck was trying to catch him with that weird ladder. Well, someone might see. She needed to stay calm and collected... she didn't need to marry. She was perfect on her own. A husband would only drag her down. Sure, he could bring great support and aid, but she didn't need any of this. Plus, she didn't know who 'he' was. In her whole entire life, she has never fallen in love. No crushes. No flings. Not even a flirt. No, she was a frigid woman. Holy hell that pun tho. If she ever was to fall in love, the lucky guy (or girl, who even knows) would need to be A), extremely powerful. Not as much as her, but not too far behind. B) Of a very high up position. C) An Arcosian. D)Not Koramund. Ever. E) Basically her slave. Or maybe not, who even knows? She may be physically unable to fall in love. But then again, love and marriage are two completely separate things. She then heard Zexama's stupidity. Ize? No. He was pathetic in strength, she could beat his True Form with her Suppressed. He held an okay position, one of the rulers of Arcose, which is basically equivalent to a politician. Well, he strives through C and D. E probably, too.
I mean, marriage? The galaxy was still quite sexist, all of her power would likely go to the betrothed. Then again, there are quite a few important people who are pissed off with her with a lack of an official ceremony. It was also common enough knowledge that every Arcosian ruler known to anyone, except Wyntre, had at least one lover. Most of these where concubines or harem girls, the occasional wife. But then was Wyntre. None of that. At all. She was also pretty sure she was the first female ruler in around a thousand years, if not forever. Worst case scenario? She gets married to a peasant who steals all of her support, back-stabs her both literally and metaphorically, and then submits to the Saiyans. Best case scenario? She gets a new lapdog.
Oh my Frieza Zexama was doing that stare thing. For Cooler's sake, no, not this... She tried to avoid this. She probably generated a pool of sweat as soon as marriage was mentioned. "Oh... well, I will if, uh...-" she audibly gulped, "-Mister Right comes along?"
Oh Scargot those eyes. Help me help me help me help me help me help me help me help me help me help me help me help me help me help me help me help me help me help me help me help me help me help me help me help me help me help me ......
"Shut up Zexama."
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Post by Zexama on Feb 7, 2015 7:02:19 GMT
She calmly sat in her chair staring at Wyntre, as if her eyes were latching onto the very soul of the poor victim Wyntre, not poor zeni wise, god no, if she was poor Zeni wise she shouldn't have the right to exist, especially with the amount of money she claims to have, she keep looking at Wyntre just trying to make Wyntre freak out, she then used her antenna to wrap around Wyntre's leg just to make it seem like something like a inter galatic spider of death stuff was climbing up her leg, or something like that.
Even better, when she started to do this the same man started to speak again: "Well Wyntre, it's not a What if, or a Maybe situation, if you don't do this before the end of this year, we are going to stop you from becoming the Empress of the Galaxy and instead will make Fridge-sama the Kind and loving Emperor of the Galaxy, and we will end you, unless of course you marry someone quick, and not to make anything to rash, but you will also need to have a child before the end of this year."
Zexama let out a small giggle and continued to wrap her antenna around Wyntre's leg, her goal was to distract Wyntre from the situation at hand so that she would look embrassed and hopefully lose her cool, but just in case this did happen, she pulled out two bottles of fine dine wine out of her stomach and put them behind her back along with one glass, she also also created two small candies that Wyntre had taken a liking to last time they were on a candy heist.
"So, MISS Wyntre, how about you stop trying to live a fantasy loner life with no friends, you have to buy them don't you, I thought slavery was banned in you world, I guess that stupid cat of yours eats so much that his gut is larger then the amount you have, wait never mind, that's way too much you have."
The other men looked at him with widened eyes and sliding fingers across their necks, symbolizing the obvious up coming execution that he was sure to face, Zexama sat in her chair and grabbed another wine out of her stomach, just in case.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Feb 7, 2015 7:31:41 GMT
Well, Wyntre was trying to keep the peace. But no. Human stupidity had to get in the way. Why where they this way? It seemed the whole universe was tainted with sin and stupidity, not that they're different things or anything. After all, only the smartest of the bunch, i.e. Wyntre, are allowed into heaven. No, she was not to marry. That pitiful pathetic excuse for anything would merely drag her down. She has better things to do than to here some pathetic whining. She was the only one she could ever count on, everyone else was painted in a meter-thick layer of complete fooldom! And then something snapped. "I think you should consider the position that you're in, pitiful earth scum. You are currently on one planet, one of eight. Those, combined, make up one solar system, which is one of roughly one hundred BILLION in this galaxy alone, which itself is one of at least one hundred billion of them, which itself is one of an INFINITE NUMBER of universes. You barely hold power over one pathetic, infinitesimally small backwater mudball. You hold no power over me; Fridge-sama is pathetic. The last thing you could possibly do to make your situation worse would be to mock and belittle the most powerful being in all of Reality. Think about that, before you no longer can." You could almost see the anger sweating off of her. It was... intoxicating. She payed absolutely no attention to Zexama, the pathetic weakling, who was trying to make sure the stupid human didn't anger Wyntre all too much. It wasn't working in any way whatsoever. In fact, as Wyntre stepped towards the businessman, she even stomped on Zexama herself. "I will not marry, you low-life dudeldopp! And I never will! Stop being so stupid!" She then commenced to blow him the bloody hell up with a splatter of blood, guts and gore. "ANYONE WANNA JOIN HIM?"
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