tyrant's curiosity (citole)

[coyote]

the short but frightening lord sat in his trusty hover chair eagerly, crimson eyes looking out into the city that was his to rule - his pupils almost reflecting the color of blood from all the enemies he had killed, though it was not a drive of violence in his eyes; it was curiosity. he had one of his expendable minions seek out a certain member of the namekian slave groups, giving detail to the typical henchman just so he didn't waste any of frieza's time - and you know what they say, time is money. however, in frieza's case, power was the motivation.

this being he wanted brought to him was something that he wanted to speak with earlier but did not get the right opportunity to. cooler, his annoying yet formidable brother had made things...difficult for frieza at the time - though with that interfering changeling out of the picture this time, the dirty smirk placed on frieza's face was one that confidently believed that things would go rather smoothly this time around.

frieza had called for a young namekian who he witnessed using an interesting power; healing. the changeling lord was not the most intelligent being on the case of namekians, however rumor had reached him before of the dragon clan within their race - namekians with the power to create dragonballs, items which when united, would grant an individual a wish...a wish that frieza wanted to make.

it was clear that frieza did not intend to wish for a new chair or unlimited candy; he was a merciless tyrant who believed himself to be the strongest in the universe...ultimate power instantly burst into his sadistic mind when the presence of a wish was mentioned.

all of a sudden the sound of the door opening reached the changeling's ears, frieza soon turning around in his chair. a satisfied smirk was on frieza's face...

the boy had arrived.

[Citole]

"B--but... I, uh--!" the Namekian's attempt at protesting was failing, every time he tried, the soldiers merely shoved him forward to keep him moving along. To perform his work, his duties as a slave, in peace, that was all he had wanted. Frieza had other plans for him though, or at least that was what the changeling's men had told Citole as they drew him away from today's work...

The changelings just wouldn't let him alone, he could no longer live in relative peace, not anymore, not now, not since he screwed everything up... The Namekian wondered if Frieza had finally decided to execute him, that could very well be what this summons was about... and the green alien had no way to escape, nowhere to run to. Frieza's soldiers, the ones who were escorting Citole, were all around him. They had him secured, as they led him to their lord's chamber.

Recognizing that detail, the Namekian gulped in anticipation. Frieza was no kinder than his brother, not at all. What he would do to Citole would be horrible, he could just feel it as his feet drew him closer and closer to where the changeling awaited him... all changelings were horrific beings.

They came upon a door, where stopping momentarily in front of it one of the men escorting the Namekian knocked on the door to inform Frieza that they had arrived. The soldier glanced at Citole with an evil smirk before opening the door. He was then shoved inside without warning, to face whatever it was Frieza had planned for him...

He practically fell through the doorway, stumbling forward until he ended up on his knees. The Namekian slave dare not look Frieza in the eyes, staring at the floor instead as he spoke nervously. "M--Master Frieza...! You... asked for me?"

[coyote]

the sight of the scared namekian made the cold tyrant smirk even more - he was glad to see that his minions brought the right one, otherwise the short lord would not of been very happy at all. he had already executed one useless minion for constant failure and frieza being frieza, he had no problem murdering any others who continued to disappoint him.

however, he was in a good mood right now...he was half-way to getting what he wanted, now it was up to the little namekian that graced his sight to fulfill his...good mood.

taking a moment to look at the boy, attempting to double-check if this was the one he met before, frieza noticed the fear in the boy's words; it made the sadistic tyrant smirk even more, to know that he could install fear into another being so easily. however, it was only natural to become intimidated once you had those heartless, crimson eyes staring at you. perhaps with the boy in this state, frieza would of got what he wanted much quicker, which would be a certain bonus for the changeling prince.

"glad you could make it."

[/color] frieza muttered gladly, his red eyes on the young boy, "and what would your name be, hm? there is something i need of you, namekian, so i would like to know if you could help me out...?"[/color] he asked, however the tone making it clear that it was more of a command rather than a simple request, that fiendish smirk present on his face.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/sub]

[Citole]

Eyes on the floor, eyes on the floor. As long as he kept his attention focused on the floor, Frieza wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes. It kept Citole calm, relatively speaking. Of course right now he already felt like a nervous wreck, even without looking directly at the changeling, so it was clear to him that if he didn't keep his focus on the floor he would quickly become anxious and jumpy.

Just once though, just for a second the Namekian glanced across the room at Frieza. To show he was paying attention... terrified that the lord might think he was being disrespectful. As quickly as he had looked up, again his eyes darted away, back down at his feet once more. "My name is Citole..." he had a feeling Frieza couldn't care less about his name, in truth. His people, all the surviving Namekians, they were all nothing more than slaves to the changeling.

And this... it had to be a trap. He didn't dare deny Frieza. Whether it sounded like a harmless question or not, it was still a command. "I--I serve at your command, Master Frieza..."

[coyote]

so citole was the boy's name? well, that made things easier, frieza was getting tired of calling him 'namekian' already. if anything, frieza believed that this little boy should feel pride in telling the almighty tyrant his name - frieza did not usually take the time to learn the names of his slaves.

approving of the respect that was being shown by the boy, frieza was considering to keep this one alive once he had obtained what he wanted from him; if only all of the slaves and henchmen frieza possessed were as respectful as this one, he would not have to...deal with so many of them.

"yes, the honor is all yours."

[/color] frieza stated arrogantly, a confident grunt following after. "i see you possess a rather interesting healing power, citole. not many namekians can say the same for themselves..."[/color] the tyrant muttered, red eyes set on citole. "but members of the dragon clan can say such a thing. they too possess healing abilities as you probably know, which leads me to believe one thing about you: you are a member of the dragon clan."[/color] he finished, a curious smirk gracing his face.

his stare continued to focus on the young namekian, hoping that the fear citole had for frieza would be enough to make him confess immediately.

"...so, care to tell me if i'm correct?"[/color] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/sub][/size]

[Citole]

”Uh....” the Namekian attempted to swallow his fears, the anxiety. The words caught in his throat. He didn’t want to answer Frieza, to affirm that he was correct. Yet, that was just it, the changeling already knew. Citole had seen to making that much possible back when he had made that one, single, awful mistake. Lying at this juncture would only get more Namekians killed if Frieza decided to act in the same way his brother Cooler would... and it would likely get him killed too... ”...Uhm...” still choking on his words, he was such a fool, likely to get himself killed merely for annoying Frieza with his stuttering…

”Y—You are correct, Lord Frieza... I survived their... extinction...” it was Frieza’s own hand that had done it in the first place. Citole wondered, if his survival alone would be enough to make this changeling want to destroy him. Unless... he wanted something more from him. Healing could be useful but... at the same time, he was nothing more than a cowardly Namekian. Frieza couldn't actually see any real value in him, could he?