The Bringer Of Death

"How!? How did that worm get such incredible power!?" shouted the ice demon as he picked himself up. "I DEMAND TO KNOW HOW!"

Vegeta's last attack had sent him flying across the Namekian landscape, causing him to crash into the an island plateau. It tumbled into the sea, spraying rock fragments through the air. The livid Emperor picked himself up from the crater, visibly shaking with hatred.

ZIP! The Super Saiyan suddenly materialized behind him.

"To answer your question," he laughed. "I do a lot of push ups and sit ups, AND I drink plenty of juice!"

The Super Saiyan Prince was experiencing the thrill of his life. Somehow, against all odds, he had done it. He'd realized it instantly, the second the power overcame him. It was a well of seemingly endless energy, and his rage was the ladle to reach into it. The combined effect was overwhelming, a boil of primal instincts all pumping into his bloodstream. He had only begun to tap into the massive reservoir of energy provided by his transformation.

'Bringer of Death,' the prince inwardly dubbed himself. 'To all my foes, past and present, any any who would dare challenge my legendary might—your time has come...'

Vegeta vanished again and began teleporting wildly around Frieza, circling the tyrant, laughing and boasting, then disappearing again.

"I must admit, this was all rather unexpected..." he smiled, disappearing. Frieza spun to him, swinging and missing each time. "But...that doesn't mean I won't enjoy it." The prince vanished again. "Haha, hahaha, bahahahahaha!"

"Rrrrrrrggggggg" the tyrant roared, firing an explosive wave in every direction. Vegeta avoided it easily, appearing above.

"NOOOOOO!" Frieza cried out in frustration, staring up at the object of his wrath.

'I am Lord of the universe, how could his power rival mine!? By drawing this out I helped him develop and unleash this new power! I should have destroyed this scum the moment I destroyed the rest of that race of stupid monkeys!'

"Hah," Vegeta chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're a weakling now, Frieza. Face the facts, you're no match for a Super Saiyan. I'm far stronger!"

Frieza had begun to tremble again, fear and anger threatening to overcome him. He stared at Vegeta, into those sea-green eyes, each of the Saiyan's taunts pushing on his last nerve. Oh how easy it would've been to destroy him all those years ago—and how he'd enjoyed making the proud Saiyan prince bend his knee and call him master, emperor, or lord.

Now, as each insult continued to roll effortlessly off the lips of the prince, Frieza could only wish that he'd had the foresight to wipe out his favorite pet.

"Welcome to the end of your life, Frieza, and I promise it's going to hurt."

But no matter their history, Frieza simply would not stand for this kind of treatment. He threw back his hands, each one creating a sphere of dark-red flames, crackling with yellow electricity.

"You disappoint me, Vegeta. I thought I taught you how to control your tongue better!"

Frieza began hurling the flame bolts at Vegeta, firing dozens, then hundreds in a mere matter of seconds. Each one exploded angrily as they met their target, black smoke completely shrouding the ground where the Saiyan stood. Frieza only stopped when he could no longer see where to aim, as he himself was also covered in smog. Panting, he could only wait and see the damage.

"Not...so noisy now..." he goaded, catching his breath.

But a distinct laughter interrupted his respite, growing in abrasiveness and volume by the second. The haze suddenly dissipated with a golden flash and a burst of wind from around Vegeta.

"Wow, Frieza, that almost tickled."

At the sight of his foe undamaged, the frost demon suddenly cringed. That one was of his strongest attacks, and he'd given it everything he had.

The ruler of the known galaxy, the tyrant whose name was feared across the entire universe, was speechless. His fingernails dug into the skin of his palms, releasing a flow of purple blood down his fingertips which then dripped onto the ground. No matter what he tried, his opponent not only emerged unscathed but continued to mock him. He glared angrily at the Super Saiyan, desperately wishing he could rip out the monkey's tongue and silence the arrogant loudmouth.

"Is this what you want?" Vegeta taunted, pointing to himself. "No, I don't think so; you're scared of me, aren't you? Go ahead and run away! Maybe I'll let you live...while I chase you. Bahahaha!"

"Aaaahhhh!" cried Frieza. "I HATE YOU!"

The proud Saiyan Prince wasn't even in a defensive stance, as if he was just daring Frieza to attack. With his words he had mocked him, with his body language he'd made the fight into a joke, and with his endurance he'd taken every hit the frost demon could dish out like it were child's play. Never before had the self proclaimed ruler of the universe found himself in such a dire situation—his emotional state was clear enough evidence of that. Frieza's frustration had begun to boil over in fits of reckless emotion.

But in truth, that was nothing compared to what Vegeta was experiencing. The repressed wrath, the munitions of a small boy barely containing his hatred for the lord he served—which was bottled up for years and years, masked under the guise of obedient service, was violently exploding forth. Such rage, which for most of his life had been contained, had been fueled into the most powerful warrior alive, and the resultant transformation was legendary.

Lord Frieza couldn't stand it any longer, the emperor desperately thinking of ways to silence the traitorous primate. Surprisingly, he hadn't given up, he hadn't faltered or showed any sign of stopping. "For all that you've done to me, I'll pay you back ten times! No! A THOUSAND TIMES!"

Vegeta shot up about a hundred feet into the air, smirking down at Frieza as if he didn't have a care in the world. His golden-yellow aura shimmered around him, pulsating constantly with his Super Saiyan energy. Pure hatred, which he had fed since his childhood, was exploding all around him. This was the moment of his life.

Frieza returned his glare, revealing how successful Vegeta's provocations had been as his face twisted with rage.

"Now learn...learn what happens when you mess with the MOST POWERFUL BEING IN THE UNIVERSE!"

Frieza tensed, extended his right arm and firing an enormous wave of purple energy. The blast zoomed towards Vegeta, swelling in diameter the closer it got to him. The ever confident Super Saiyan only smiled. No fear, not even respect, was hinted in his expression-only wrath.

"Hmmph," the prince grunted in apathy. In the last instant before impact, Vegeta leaned into the beam with his right shoulder and brushed it aside with a flick of his arm, sending the attack soaring through the upper atmosphere and harmlessly into space.

"Wwhhat?" screamed a trembling Frieza.

"Hahahahahaha! Now, after I've effortlessly deflected even your strongest attack, do you finally see the power of a Super Saiyan?"