DRAGON BALL Z
AT ANY COST
CHAPTER IV: DEATH OF AN EMPIRE
BY
Sgamer82
LOCATION
Planet Polaris, Imperial Palace
Millennia ago he was called Frost. Now, he is called the Lost Lord. Savior of the Pola race. Scourge of the inferior races.
Frost stared out of a large window in the grand throne room of the Imperial Palace. He kept his back turned toward Subra as the High Priest entered the room. Frost hated hearing the old fool's babbling about how the people love him as their emperor. Though, compared to that idiot Frigardo, who Frost had easily dispatched upon arriving on the planet, an insect could be a better emperor.
"My Lord," Subra started, "the peoples' support is more behind you than ever. The destruction of the Tsrufaiya rebels' ship has only increased that support."
Frost merely grunted acknowledgement.
"My Lord, does something trouble you?"
"Yes, something does bother me." said Frost in a deep voice.
"What is it, Lord, I will try to assist."
"This." said Frost, gesturing to the large city below.
"What about it, my Lord?" Subra asked, genuinely perplexed.
"It sickens me."
"How could you be sickened, my Lord? What you see is the greatness..."
"Greatness!?" Frost roared, cutting off Subra, "How do you call gorging yourself on the work of others greatness!?"
"M...my Lord?" Subra asked, beginning to feel scared.
"If you were truly great, you wouldn't need to enslave what you call 'inferiors'! If you were truly great, you would build these cities and monuments yourselves, and not have others do it for you! If you were truly great, you would live up to your so-called 'code of honor' and be warriors instead of lazy fools!"
Subra was getting frightened.
"No, you are not great. You grow fat off of the labor of others. You call yourselves superior when you do nothing to deserve the title. You weaken others to feed your own arrogance. When, in fact, you are the weak ones!"
"My Lord, what are you saying?"
"I'm saying the Pola are no longer worthy of being a force among the galaxies. They are no longer great and powerful warriors. Your kind only believe they are because they feed off the weak."
"My kind?"
"I never considered myself one of you. I am, and always will be, Kyokuchi. But I will also be the last emperor of this soon to be defunct empire."
"My Lord!?" Subra asked, beginning to panic, but those became the last words he said as Frost's tail slashed through Subra's midsection, piercing the blue gem-like pouch contained there, marking the equivalent of a human's heart.
The last things Subra heard and saw were Frost's maniacal laughing and his cold blood-red eyes.
END OF CHAPTER IV