An Enslaved Race [open to any Frieza henchmen]

[Citole]

Of course, he couldn't deny that he wanted to run. Get away from the two powerful beings before he ended up caught in the middle... but he was already stuck in the middle of this situation, wasn't he? At the heart of it all, this was the Namekian's fault. Since childhood, there was only one thing he'd had to keep entirely hidden from the eyes of the slavers, yet somehow he had now blown even that.

The look on the older changeling's face, it made Citole want to jump back all over again. That creature... he couldn't be sane. But Citole found himself nodding quickly at Cooler's command, indicating that he wouldn't try to run. He didn't want to anger the changeling even more than he probably had already, this troubling encounter was already as bad as it needed to be.

[coyote]

frieza's method of talking was not working the way he wanted it to, cooler getting more and more...excited - his older brother was really beginning to test frieza's limited patience right about now. a less than amused expression was visible on frieza's face as he continued to stay seated in his loyal chair, the lord far from pleased with cooler - perhaps cooler would get what he wanted soon enough; a chance to fight with frieza. though, which changeling was biting off more than they could chew?

however, cooler was right about one thing: frieza did not have the highest views of his older brother. in fact, frieza always believed himself to be better than him, cooler just being a jealous annoyance in the younger lord's eyes. frieza was more than perceptive enough to see the envy that engulfed cooler, if anything, frieza felt some sort of pity for him. however, the jealousy was shared - a part of frieza boiled when he found out of cooler's fifth transformation, something frieza had not achieved yet. for someone who claimed to be the strongest in the universe, hearing news of another changeling reaching an even higher stage in transformations was incredibly annoying...especially as it was cooler!

"you? kill me?" frieza questionned, bringing a slight smile to the face of the tyrant, "now that is a good one!" he mocked, letting out small chuckles of amusement. arrogance was something frieza possessed, and he didn't make any effort to hide it. "your ignorance never fails to amuse me, cooler. such words would have others killed, but as my brother i guess i shall allow you to live a little longer."

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"do not think this is over, i will get what i want eventually."[/color] the changeling muttered as he turned in the air and moved away on his hover chair, no longer glaring with his crimson eyes at his equally evil brother or the unfortunate namekian.

the self-proclaimed strongest warrior in the universe would not stop until he had what he deserved.

*exit frieza*

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[Cooler]

Lowering his hands as he listened to Frieza he couldn't help, but express the comedy that was building up inside of him. Frieza was all about ninety percent bark and ten percent bite. And the fact that Cooler had chosen for the first time ever to call Frieza out for a fight, and Frieza deciding to refuse only made him raise a brow. His brother was so well known for his attempts at Cooler's life, yet now he'd not even lift a finger to his elder brother? It had to be the workings of that Dr. Hypno. Yet, Cooler found himself caring less and less about how his brother and father were being manipulated, and more so focusing on the fact that his family was being dishonored. Despite this he still had the want to kill his little brother some time soon.Watching his brother's chair rotate and begin heading in the opposite direction Cooler found it time now to turn back to his new slave. "Loyal and a good listener so far. Tell me your name little one."

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[Citole]

Finally, the Namekian's heart was beginning to slow down somewhat. It no longer had to pound so hard anymore, with the threat of danger lowering significantly upon Frieza's departure. There was the fact that Cooler had returned his attention back upon Citole, and that made him uneasy of course, yet still he felt a slight amount more relaxed than he had been a few moments ago.

"My name is Citole, if it please you... Master Cooler..." the Namekian answered as respectfully as possible. It was obvious that he was still nervous even when it came to a simple question such as his name, but the Namekian couldn't easily shake away his nerves.

[Cooler]

The boy still shook and such in fear, how pathetic. But, this did not dampen the interest Cooler had in what the boy had been doing with the dead Namekian, "help" was a vague word. Was he trying to disgrace the body by charging up a Ki Blast and hitting the lifeless elder Namekian's corpse? No, he highly doubted this, the Namekians were a proud race and very respectful towards each other from what he knew. "Citole? Hmmm, I'll call you Coolie, take it as your new name."

[/color] Folding his arms he gave the young Namekian a glare of seriousness, meaning he wanted no more games, he wanted the truth. "Now, be clear and forward with an answer this time. What were you doing with that dead elder Namekian?! Help is a very vague word."[/color]
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[Citole]

Coolie....? Ugh what in the world... Citole tried not to let show on his face, the confusion and displeasure he felt toward the name Cooler had given to him. But for all it really mattered, the changeling might as well just call him 'Namekian' or just some random number. It didn't matter.

The changeling had gone back to his earlier questioning now... If a glare could kill...

"I was uh, trying to..." the Namekian gulped. This was it, he nervously grabbed at his scarf with his hands and held the fabric tightly against his chest. Cooler would finish him off now, as soon as he uttered the truth. Again he gulped. "... to heal him..." after the words came out, Citole closed his eyes tight, as if to prepare to be struck down by a beam of energy.

[Cooler]

Both brows would rise immediately at the two part sentence that the young Namekian he had renamed Coolie finally spoke. A shocked expression turned to a curious one before finally settling with an evil grin. So the Namekian could heal wounds? Though obviously he couldn't prevent death, hm how useful this could be still. Grinning still he'd glance about before setting his eyes on a young and strong looking Namekian a few meters away, one of the few still in the immediate area. Using his Telekinesis prowess he'd pull the Namekian in before firing a Death Beam into his side, it wouldn't kill him immediately, but he would die if he wasn't healed. And now with a dying Namekian before his feet he'd glance to Coolie and speak quickly. "Heal him, show me your healing properties Coolie!"

[/color] Charging up another Death Beam he prepared to execute the dying Namekian should Coolie refuse to heal him, or kill him once Coolie healed him effeciently.
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[Citole]

He couldn't let another one of his own people die. Citole was nervous, almost scared to move while he was still in the presence of the powerful changeling, but an order was an order and if he refused to follow it, the injured Namekian would pay the price...

Up until now, Citole had only ever practiced this ability of his in private, whenever he had the chance to. Subordinates of Frieza, if they had seen it would have endangered him and possibly even the other Namekians, thus his lessons as he taught healing to himself had been scattered, sometimes very short out of the fear that they would catch him.

The Namekian knelt down beside the one Cooler had just shot, hovering his hands over the wound. This one wasn't dead yet, thank the spirits, Citole knew he could save him. He began to channel his ki toward healing the other Namekian, and sure enough, the wound began to heal until it eventually looked almost good as new.

[Cooler]

The runt apparently LOVED to test Cooler's patience, something that he would pay for very soon. But, sure enough the weakness of the Namekians caused Coolie to drop to his knees and begin "healing" the Namekian Cooler had just shot with a single Death Beam. And with Cooler's eyes widening he'd watch as the boy actually healed the older Namekian's wound. Jaw slightly dropped he'd glare at the area where the wound used to be. Despite this his second Death Beam stayed charged, and when he snapped back to reality he'd fire it forward, executing the fallen yet healed Namekian, the Death Beam hitting them between the eyes. Shock had turned back to focus as Cooler turned his attention to hi snew Namekian healer slave. "You should have been faster, it seems your healing didn't save him Coolie."

[/color] Tapping his foot his foot would curl, if Coolie was this unqique perhaps he knew of a way to regain the Dragon Balls that Hypno had been so stupid to lose. Lowering himself to Coolie's level he'd speak in a whisper. "Being so unique you must know of someone in your race who can bring back the dragon balls, either that or you must know a way to at least!.....Tell me..."[/color]
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[Nappa]

[ooc; This apparently is all a waste of time. I'm done with this thread/ignore everything Cooler did in this thread.]