Chapter 100 - My SI Stash #100 - Becoming A Monster by Bladedhc (Dragon Ball Z) (1/2)

-SI as Freeza's army cannon fodder. *Having him fight and earn his power to the top is way more satisfying than being gifted it~!

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Posted on: forum.questionablequesting.com/threads/becoming-a-monster-dbz-insert.9695/ (Bladedhc)

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Chapter 1+2 (exceptional)

”Designation?” the monotone of the robot calmed me somewhat of my current situation.

”Do not look directly into..The Nozzle”

”Dennis” The Nozzle examined my form as it spoke, though it really had no determinable appearance, aside from reminding me of something I couldn't quite remember

”Place of Conscription?” ”Abandoned escape pod, found by shuttle 62-48-25F”

”Race?” ”Human”

”Approximate power level?” ”...Three.”

”Verification Confirmed, welcome to Freeza force, conscript Dennis, barracks are on level three, no personal room will be provided.”

As I stepped away from The Nozzle I couldn't help but remember what brought me here.

A f_u_c_k_i_n_g birthday wish, I had been sitting through the same song and dance my family put us through whenever one of us got a little older, and in the tedium of it all, I wished for a life in Dragon Ball Z.

The world froze, A horrible, horrible voice, sounding of rotting meat being slapped against itself replied to my silent wish.

”Granted, little fly,”

I awoke to alien faces glaring back at me, pulling me from some pod, and dressing me in somewhat familiar armor, before telling me I was fodder to be used at Freezas will.

”Planet Trade Freeza?” I asked, with some trepidation, before it started to come together.

”Indeed new meat, you'll serve our glorious overlord better knowing who he is.”

Some got selected as training dummies, others as food to the soldiers with higher power levels, but I knew they respected power here.

As the hours ticked by and the people I was with were dragged away, screaming of how unfair it was, all I could do was hope to find a way to impress the next guy enough to be the kind of conscript they used in fights instead of the kind they used for practice.

The room smelled like disinfectant, fluorescent lighting shined down on the other inhabitants of the room.

They seemed as concerned as I was, shivering in corners and hoping they would be noticed last.

I wanted to live, I wanted to live more at that moment than I ever had, I knew people like humans were just toys to the aliens and monster that existed here, meat to be exterminated so the strong could take the planet we inhabited.

Even the aliens were weak compared to what the main cast would later become, charnel forgotten and ignored as the real power came to challenge Earth for it's right to live on.

I needed to be seen as one of these monsters if I wanted to live even past today, so I decided to do something to show the same disregard for life they did, to show them that I was weak, but I was like them.

So I considered something I never put real thought to before.

Murder, for it could be called nothing else. I was going to kill these people, who were just as scared as I was.

The body of one of the conscripts who tried to escape was left here as a warning. It had two large horns pointing from the front of its head, and blue skin.

One of its horns cracked, loose from the blow the creature took to the face.

I reached forward and grasped at it, pulling with all my might.

POV Change (Commander Belk)

Conscriptions were one of Belk's favorite parts of the job, the new meat they found on conquered or destroyed planets always panicked quite nicely when they found out they weren't strong enough to make the cut, to be real warriors.

The fear as they realized they'd either die entertaining the strong on this ship or die distracting the strong when the real fighting started was always delicious to see.