| Subject: "Never forget who's pulling the strings..." |
Author:
President Tseng
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Date Posted: 17:02:13 02/27/01 Tue
In reply to:
Michelle
's message, "Re: Dimension Hopping Mad" on 13:58:43 02/27/01 Tue
Tseng looked Frieza squarely in the eyes as he made his "promise." Then he stared at him for a long moment...
And laughed at him.
"I'm not sure which is more amusing, Frieza: your claiming to be a 'prince'...or your claiming to be a 'warrior'." HE walked right up to the field, staring the little white thing down. For the former, you've displayed all the "nobility" of a stray mongrel...and for the latter, Heather Montrose has handed you your ass three times in a row. To put it bluntly, the witch has made you her bitch." Tseng smirked. "She might as well have her arm inserted up your ass. Your performace is worth about as much as used toilet paper to me...as is your word. So let me assure you--you are in NO position to make demands of me.
"Yes, you are powerful--but you stupidity ensures that you'll never capatilize on it. Your first mistake is to assume that your raw power can break this field--when in fact a large portion of it's power is being generated BY you. And I'm surprised that you've never asked how we put you back together following your FIRST defeat. We were forced to use advanced--and expensive--nanotechnology to 'stitch' your syynthetic form back into one piece. However, since you body IS synthetic, it wouldn't heal normally--so the nanos had to stay. They're holding you together as we speak, and will continue to do so--"
He then pulled what apeared to be a small remote control from his pocket.
"--until I press this button. Then things will get a little...messy."
Tseng smiled again. "Yes, it was expensive...but as you can see it has given some impressive dividends. So now I'll spell out for you what should have been clear from the beginning...I...own...you." then he contnued, his voice frigid, an almost demonic glint in his eyes.
"Let me make this clear--I ask NOTHING of you Frieza. I'm TELLING you what will happen. You will return to battle, and you will complete your mission--without deviating form yor orders in the slightest...and you will continue to do so for the rest of your immortal life. And if you fail, or refuse to cooperate...I will not only send you to Hell...I will send each of the 163 different pieces of your worthless white hide to a DIFFRERNT Hell. Or, if you would perfer a swifter end...I can drop this field and allow you to attack me." He smirked again. "I leave the choice in your hands."
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