“I Doubt I Need An Introduction. But Just In Case, I Am Lord Frieza. And Yes, All The Horrible Stories You've Heard Are True.” (Dragon Ball RP)『#GodOfSpeed』
Zander leaves @ItsMajinSweet a series of quickly typed texts.
[Hiiii Cotton Candy, I love you so much.]
[Can you do me a favor and gather the Dragon Balls?]
[No reason in particular.]
[But in case something random were to happen, say, I die in an accident, we should have them.]
@SoaringDefender -- Zander. Frieza performing the Death Wave technique, intending to surprise and overwhelm Zander right off the bat.
"Do try to stay alive long enough to amuse me."
"Is that so?"
Frieza spoke, lips curling into a small yet smug smirk. Standing up from his hover chair. Hovering up over it, and into the air across from Zander. Arms moving to fold across his back; tail swaying behind the Tyrant.
"Maybe I'll reduce this planet to dust. Just --
"It's like the Galactic Patrol but we actually do our job. Meaning, I'm a space cop and I know your history. You're wanted for the destruction of countless planets, genocide of who knows how many people and that's just the top of the list. Last chance to tell me you're back off."
@SoaringDefender -- the other foot. Hands moving to his side as he stood back up straight. Right hand raising, fingers outstretched. A faint purple glow hovering on the tip of Frieza's fingers. Swiping his arm at the air between the two. A wave of purple energy abruptly materializing before --
@SoaringDefender -- spoke. Fists clenching, arms bending a little. Bringing forth only a fraction of his power. A dark purple aura abruptly spewing forth from his form. His smirk shifting to more of a grin. Hands opening, moving off to the side. Moving one foot in front of the other. Leaning --