#Iron Khan Drugatsko

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Drugatsko is a terrifically ultraviolent person in her own right, persisting in a skullthrone she built herself. Drugatsko's skullthrone is decorated extensively in blood and gore, rotting and disgusting and replenished often. She crushes the skulls of any passerby with her bare hands and feasts on his brains. You even have Drugatsko's Sea— a massive body of blood and water. A sea formed from the blood of opponents Drugatsko herself slaughtered, so deep and mighty that it has its own weather where thunderstorms of blood wash the lands. Warriors are baptized in these bloody storms. Drugatsko's Sea has altered the climate of the surrounding area since it regularly rains and storms blood. There's blood condensation. There are tornadoes of blood! And perhaps most disturbingly, Drugatsko's Sea is just the first of multiple seas of blood she's left; it's merely the primary one she claims ownership over. Not to mention that she eagerly commands the Devastators to create their own seas of blood and mountains of corpses and skeletons, and they are more than happy to live up to that wish.

She is the archetypal Chaotic Yaban, one who lives for the thirst of blood and battle day-in and day-out, except with the added trait that she’s a god-empress of a planet of war freaks. In fact, Drugatsko did the impossible and cultivated a world even more war-obsessed than Kollidor, if that’s even possible— and did it out of HUMANS no less. Humans are warlike, to be fair, but we have a variety of traits that keep us from crossing over into becoming the Space Orcs we believe ourselves to be. There are far more warlike races in the cosmos. There are more warlike races on Earth if you want to be technical, including felines, ants, and chimpanzees. Human violence is exaggerated due to our technology and stupidly-large social groups. Yabans are still exponentially more violent than humans will ever be. Still, the Devastators show just how brutal humans could be if we were purposed for war as an innate value. They live as if Khorne has released their Chaotic bloodlust, in a world where Khorne doesn't even exist.

At a good bit over 400 years old, Drugatsko lives Yulaan's dream. Yulaan has dreamt often about turning Earth into a Mezara-like martial dystopia, a world where warriors are celebrated, honored, and rule, where hatreds drive conflict and war is an ever-present fact of life. Yulaan would love nothing more than to break Earth into ever-warring factions and ignite that human warrior spirit. But she is restricted by the rules of her arrest and has taken herself to respect what humans want and found a compromise: don't mess with the global order.  Contrast this existence with Drugatsko, who eagerly conquered Mezara as soon as she landed upon it and indulged gleefully in her Yaban battle tendencies to their maximal extent. And now, 400+ years later, she is living the Yaban dream, crushing skulls casually, killing thousands daily, and vanishing planets with powerful qi to the cheers of her bloodthirsty subjects, this ten trillion-man horde of insane warriors who call her their Ultra Khan. This hypermasculine mass of men wild with aggression and adrenaline living every day for war and combat.  Vicious martial barbarians clad in road warrior death armor, freaking out on adrenaline-fueled internecine aggression, with proto-nexcidious berserker tendencies galore. Drugatsko is a classic Yeren bolloi, vicious and overwhelming, and she has pre-empted the New Libertines movement on Kollidor just by way of circumstance. She is allowed to endlessly indulge in her own base Yaban impulses nowadays thanks to her few centuries of planning and coordination, transforming Mezara from what was essentially Planet Afghanistan into a Mad Max Sparta in Space. She lives the high life by Yaban standards, one of pure slaughter, combat, and conquest. And it's an extraordinarily hypermasculine existence, with all that brings with it. (Warning: this next part gets a bit gender studies-y) In that first Drugatsko post, I put it in no unclear terms that Devastators are a society ruled by male supremacy. So much so that they're unisexual— there is no such thing as a "female Devastator." And that's because Drugatsko herself killed them all when she first came to Mezara, long before they became the Devastators.  When Yulaan returns to Earth to tell of her bloodsoaked adventures on Gorta, her description of Devastator society seems to run horribly at odds with the fact they have a female god-emperor. Drugatsko is, after all, a bolloi. And yet Devastators seem to be as hot-bloodedly macho as they come, even showing clear disdain and hatred for Drugatsko on the basis of her sex. Heck, the whole reason Yulaan even gets employed by Drugatsko is because a warlord named Yasimbata defected from Drugatsko's empire precisely because of his hatred over her rule and just so happened to set up camp on Planet Gorta.  What confuses the Earthlings even more is why Yulaan agrees with Drugatsko's methods and ideology. But the answer comes back to the cold fact that Drugatsko is, again, a bolloi. She is a Yaban, a creature of war and conflict. Misogynistic hatred of herself is a form of conflict, one that she adores and always breeds hatreds and bloody desires. Devastators only ever get to enjoy the feel of the female body in battle and conquest (in horrible ways that need no description here) because Drugatsko took theirs from them long ago and, as a bolloi, refuses to offer herself as recompense. For those who aren't gay in this barbarian-BDSM-looking society, it's just frustrating to be under the bootheel of a not-unattractive dame forever closed and forever stronger than yourself while also being told that you, as a man, are superior to those weak pathetic females of the cosmos and should always indulge in your manly fighting spirit. It's a deliberate tactic by Drugatsko to keep the blood running hot at all times.

The raw, powerful misogyny Drugatsko spread often blows back against her as many of her own subjects despise her for being female. They are raised to hate femininity and desire to dominate it in all manners. They are told from birth that they, as men and as warriors of power, are superior to the weak pathetic females who once infested this planet and arrested their collective manly fighting spirit. That females are to be penetrated, violated, dominated, mastered, and discarded when used up. That females are creatures of peace and passivity, kind and gentle sensitivity, of romance and delicate emotions, of sass and spice, of submission and vulnerability— and they are men of might and glory, physical force and war, of creative destruction and matters of steel. Let no king rule you forever. Plunge your sword into his neck when he looks the other way. Bang your fist against his skull and blind him from the impact. Seek power at all times. This is the rule of Male Supremacy! Scream it loud unto the heavens. Let the gods tremble before the men of war. Fight, feast, and fuck all you can, you mighty men! Seek and destroy, all ye mighty!!

Oh, and your brutalitarian god-khan is female. And not even an ugly mannish one, besides her battle scars and muscles. Drugatsko is a she and she never hides this fact. In fact, she might very well be the manliest person on Mezara because of that, because she had to overcome her femalehood to achieve a brutalitarian iron fisted rule.

On a planet that's basically "What if 1980s hypermasculine action movies, but in a timeline where the Fascists and Futurists won," her manly subjects despise her on principle. They must learn to disrespect and disregard her voice, put back into their place only by her use of bellicose force and her powerful will. 

But she and Yulaan both understand why that's the point. It's something humans might not be able to understand. A bolloi facing misogyny, a bolloi being disrespected and told to get back in the kitchen, is exactly what she wants. Of course she's not going to do it. Tell a bolloi to get back in the kitchen when she isn't intending on cooking anything and you're going to get punched in the throat. But it's not because she demands to be respected or wants equal rights with you— Yabans don't understand the concept anyhow. She openly welcomes your disrespect and hatred. It's what she craves. She is a bolloi, a Yaban, a monkey of war and battle. Your hatred and disgust of her has bred conflict, and Yabans adore conflict more than life itself. By delivering a bitchslap to a bolloi in your attempt to make her submit like a woman, you've only ignited her fighting spirit. (And let's be fair here, you're going to do the same with most women, though perhaps not to the same extent of battlelusted conflict). Silvio Sabatini suffered a psychotic break over things like realizing this: that a bolloi will never respond to threats of violence by submitting or displaying vulnerability and, in fact, misogynistic threats of violence aren't understood as anything but an opponent ready to throw fists— like a man. To men who only understand how to control women via threats of violence, bollois are walking Antichrists. And Drugatsko is no different. 

So for Drugatsko, this mass misogynistic hatred of her and widespread desire to turn her into just another nameless slut by many sexually-obsessed Devastators, scratches that ever-pulsating itch of warlust. Yulaan agrees with the sentiment. People in the 2020s and 1960s alike don't get why she likes being the victim of misogyny, especially when she strikes back. They think she has internalized misogyny or that she isn't being honest about her desire to have equal rights with men and other males. But that's not it. Misogyny, hatred for her form, appeals to her need for war and conflict.  She wants to be hated because hate breeds conflict, and conflict is everything to a Yaban, especially a Titanist vroda. Drugatsko gets it. Drugatsko lives it. 

All in all, Drugatsko is a pure Yaban warrior, one who lives for endless carnage. She came to Mezara by accident, conquered it in blood and destruction, and remade it the way she wanted it to be in the absolute most brutal manner possible, a reign of blood so thick and murderous that it could only exist in fantasy. She's everything old-school Saiyans were promised to be, which probably makes it fitting that her design stems back to Knife Lady. Except as a Yaban, she's even worse. She's the OG Saiyajins with even more bloodlust.

What's terrifying is that she is not the deadliest Yaban to ever live. Not even close. For example, Batzor is said to have killed so many as to have formed an entire stellar system of planets, planetoids, and whatnot made of blood and bodies of those he killed just for fun. To kill so many requires a long time, but Batzor lived a very long time, much longer than Drugatsko currently has lived. The Ultra-Khan Rahal dwarfs even Batzor, having left multiple galaxies dead. Galaxies that had quintillions of civilizations each at that. And Yabans also do the infiltration baby thing that Saiyans do, meaning that plenty of un-noteworthy Yabans have been sent out to the stars to slaughter entire planets without remorse or affect, often as children.

Still, Drugatsko's bloodlust and devastating brutality (no pun intended) is beyond human comprehension, into levels that one could describe as "beyond Biblical." We're talking so much death, so much blood, so much savagery at her hands alone that it genuinely can be hard to fathom. And that's just her, not including her underlings. There are Devastators that have been born just to die by her hands, but there are so many Devastator humans that she has only ever killed a fraction of them. A very big fraction admittedly, but a fraction nonetheless (though to be fair, innumerable trillions, if not quadrillions of Devastators have been born/created, so assuming she herself has killed half of them...) And their sole purpose is to fight and kill. And as a result, many have become really, really good at fighting and killing.I figured it'd be as obvious as the picture on your screen, but she absolutely is supposed to look like Knife Lady from DBZ Episode 20 as I've been cripping Yaban designs from interesting-looking background Saiyans lately, especially the ones who look the most 80s and space-piratey and, thus, least likely to be represented in nü Dragon Ball with its Bart Simpson-haired monkeys galore.

Just in case anyone argues that I didn't ripoff the look for whatever esoteric reason, here's Knife Lady and Drugatsko back to back.

I know a few people thought that Yulaan was based off this character, and the "ancient Saiyajin" look definitely did stem from there. Hence why I went with straight up taking Knife Lady to use for Drugatsko directly since Drugatsko represents who Yulaan could have been under better (read: worse) circumstances. I mean for Christ's sake, the first ever image of Yulaan was of her eating a man's leg!

Also, I reused Knife Lady's look for another character (the Kokozarene Princess and hybrid Getabaru-Yaban Saiyan Daikonege) and Djuggesh's look is also heavily based on her, so I've gotten a lot of mileage out of it. It's just a very "Saiyan" look, the best female Saiyan design I've ever seen. All wasted on a character who only appeared for a total of 5 seconds.

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Rendered by myself Rage of Angels is a future sidestory of Little Miss Savage and either the first or second story in the Demonoids series (depending on if I do Yulaan's backstory first or not). It most likely will come second due to being a major follow-up to the events of Yulaan's early life. The story centrally follows Yulaan's return to Planet Gorta after being directly visited by Drugatsko while on Planet Earth. Drugatsko is the Ultra-Khan of the Devastators, a blood-god-empress of Planet Suiza, and a prime bolloi who lives up to the more ultraviolent ideals of the Yabans. However, she has a proposition for Yulaan, who is a minor celebrity among Yabans as the Butcher of Gorta due to having cleared the planet of sapient life at only 12 years old. There's this breakaway group of Devastators who call themselves the Chaos Angels: a warlord named Yasimbata wants to overthrow Drugatsko and reformat the Devastators under his rule and the rule of his four generals, the Four Star Lords. By chance, they established their base of operations on Planet Gorta. Drugatsko offers Yulaan an opportunity to go on a brutal killing spree against these traitors on her old stomping grounds, and she obviously accepts. The order is to wipe out all life on Gorta once more. However, Yulaan discovers quickly that the Chaos Angels have brought off-world slaves and maidens to Gorta, and, stained by her time on Earth-Prime as well as her own Titanist warrior honor, she instead chooses against killing noncombatants. This complicates her journey but doesn't thwart it entirely. Along the way, a Devastator boy and budding martial artist named Skullcrusher tags along with her, eager to prove his own mettle and fight his own people (it's not unnoticed that Yulaan and Skullcrusher literally share the same name). So does Yoshua, Death's Shadow and the Swordsman of the Black Dragon. These three form a considerable power trio bringing death and brutal justice to Gorta. The story's basically Hokuto no Ken but even bloodier and with Yulaan as a morally-gray female Kenshiro as she wipes out the Chaos Angels. Skullcrusher would probably best be described as the Feral Child from Mad Max 2: The Road Warrior meets Toph Beifong, while Yoshua is clearly Legally-Not-Hiei with shades of Piccolo Jr. The names for the Four Star Lords are the best part: • Warmaster Kombaticus • Demon Supreme Ozzy • Killkamesh • Genocide Man Yulaan vs. Warmaster Kombaticus is a fight I've actually half-written out already just for fun because it's pure hypermasculine shlock, a one-on-one post-apocalyptic wuxia fistfight that'd make Gray Fox blush. The whole story reeks of hypermasculinity. In fact, despite the fact that the Chaos Angels bring alien maidens onto Gorta for a bit of the old ultraviolence, Yulaan is often the only female person for thousands of miles. It's a tale more sausage-flavored than a wiener factory in ancient Greece, or at least it would be if not for its lead protagonist. The homoeroticism is off the charts, and it's blatantly obvious with this fight because Yulaan and Kombaticus fight in the latter's kinky-looking death chamber, a place filled with whips and chains. Kombaticus is the one who orgasms to the thrills and joys of combat, speaking of how angry it makes him that a female could possibly share the same thrill despite also being elated to fight a bolloi, the universe's premier female warriors. He is a man who obsesses over what it means to be a warrior. He shares Yulaan's philosophy completely, and he steadfastly refuses to even consider the idea of calling for reinforcements or using a weapon. True warriors fight hand-to-hand, one on one. In this chamber, he considers Yulaan a man, so he also says man to man. He adores the idea of rippling muscle, torn and bloody hands, bleeding eyes, bruised and sweaty skin clashing, and iron wills throwing sparks. This is what all true warriors strive for. Yulaan vs. Demon Supreme Ozzy is a tougher one as Ozzy is a warmaster of great skill and power who leads his men to evil conquest. He's been in wars where the humans wound up being better orcs than the actual orcs all because of him. Demon Supreme Ozzy also summons demons and revenants, using necromancy to reanimate the men who are killed, both slain allies and vanquished foes. Every dead man will rise again. He who is killed will stand and kill. Those he kills will rise and kill! Hell Overwhelming!! The warp of ultimate chaos and madness drives these men wild with bloodlust and combat ecstasy. Ozzy can also impose Getavara's Laughter upon them, putting his men into a state of wicked nexcidious bloodfreaking. They are so sick with rage, they communicate in wrathful caveman grunts and violence, and, much like Feral Yabans and Vedar Mazoku, they are no longer even fully sapient, instead living 100% on ultraviolent impulse. Yulaan relishes such hordes. She's played loads of zombie video games and zerg rush games precisely because her own nexcidium gives her endless pleasure at the thought of a never-ending rush of enemies. As for the Demon Supreme himself, he's little else than a classic xianxia sorcerer/necromancer, which is always fun. Yulaan vs. Killkamesh is really a three-on-two battle and the closest the story gets to full-on wuxia as the Chinese would do it, since Yoshua leads this battle and Killkamesh is a swordsman as well, so there's a lot of qi-powered swordplay. Almost certainly, this won't be a Yulaan kill. This battle also plays with the idea of honor as well, as Killkamesh shares Kombaticus's warrior philosophy. Yulaan and Killkamesh don't really want their companions in their battles, but they wouldn't do as well as they do without them. But otherwise, as mentioned, this is a fairly standard wuxia fight, largely between a Mazoku and a dark-hearted human. Yulaan vs. Genocide Man is the craziest one of all. Genocide Man is downright loony. He's assaulted so many women and young boys that his privates became cancerous and he had to cut it all off, leaving him sexually unsatisfied for the rest of his life. But in becoming an unwilling eunuch, he's actually become even stronger. He is freaky, he's gone crazy. He does the Madman Dance we see with Arthur Brown, goes full "Liar," and wiggles and twists like he's on LSD. Plus he captures both of his eyes open with little claws, a self-inflicted Clockwork Orange. He moves fast enough to be a blur, like when he shakes his face. He can't sleep or rest anymore, and this permanent wakefulness has caused his mind to deteriorate further. He's gone full freak-o, and when he resurrects after his first battle ends badly for him, he breaks his hands to push the bones through the skin, and then uses his bone-skewer fists to beat up Yoshua. He does the same to his legs and feet, causing Yoshua to be bloodied up heavily. Despite Yoshua being stronger, he's still overwhelmed because Genocide Man is loco. He am become death. He can't take it. It's time for maximum over-violence. There's obviously a bunch of lesser lieutenants and common mooks working for the Four Star Lords that Yulaan/the trio take their time to dispatch, giving Rage of Angels something of a "fight of the week" quality in between the arcs against the generals, all leading up to the final fight against Yasimbata. It's a pretty tragic waste of life wrought by psychotic war lust all things considered, but it makes for a fun story! It's a horrible story about horrible people doing horrible things, and I can't wait to write it. Just to hammer home a point: Sol Yulaan is evil, she is a bad guy, she is one of the villains, she is currently acting as a henchman for the very evil Drugatsko, and the Yulaanverse of stories is essentially a subfranchise about a nameless henchman who does quote-unquote "good" deeds because she fancies doing them at that particular moment. She chooses against killing noncombatants out of her own personal honor, but still took on the job of exterminating the sapient life of an entire planet without hesitation. A planet whose sapient life she had already exterminated once before. She might be docile around Earthlings, but that’s because she has to be.

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More Yabanverse worldbuilding. Originally drawn by Ishida1694, here's the introduction of Drugatsko and the Devastators.

This is perhaps the "fullest" arc within the Yabanverse itself, and certainly the most in-depth I've done (even moreso than the history of Kollidor, at least at this point in time), but to truncate it extensively:

Drugatsko is a bolloi who has become the Ultra-Khan and Ido of Planet Mezara, reigning over a race of humans known as the Devastators. The Devastators were once a race of humans self-named as Shaeshens. Long ago, their world was fairly modern (similar to 1950s Earth, if also a fantasy world). But a cataclysmic world war left only one country standing as the sole superpower right as that nation was undergoing a severe ultra-traditionalist revival that left a Taliban-like totalitarian regime in control. This country imposed their will on the entire planet, forcing their technological civilization to collapse back into a pastoralist and quaint theocratic society, vicious and totally repressing their women to the insane point that they even banned the depiction of female characters in fiction. Despite their fanaticism, they did these things and more out of a desire to live a pacifistic lifestyle opposed to war and conflict. But one day, a mysterious female warrior arrived from outer space. She had been injured in a battle with a martial wizard and crashlanded on Mezara in a desperate attempt to avoid dying in space. This was Drugatsko, and she recognized Mezara as a world that had been visited by the Ultra-Khan of the Yabans. They had rejected the Ultra-Khan's message to prepare for the Universal Awakening Plan, instead turning away from the martial path and seeking peace. Indeed, ironically it had been the Ultra-Khan's message of imminent total cosmic war that had helped to trigger the fundamentalist uprising, for they presumed that Rahal had been an emissary of the Antichrist instead. Now that Drugatsko was alone with this disarmed race of weak humans, even in her own damaged state, she managed to effortlessly crush those who attempted to impose their religious restrictions on her and get her to submit. So enraged was she by the Shaeshen's turn towards religious pacifism that she took her sweet time making sure the end of Shaeshen civilization was as slow, drawn out, and painful as she could make it. How pathetic! To disarm yourself! To give up war! To turn away from combat! These weaklings were so pathetic that finishing them off would be too kind.

Indulging in pure Saiyan monstrousness, she didn't collapse the last standing nation until almost five years after she landed, all because she craved to soak in the raw despair and despondency of the Shaeshens. Oh how lovely it was to see these old grandfathers and their black-clad crones weep in despair over fallen icons and burning churches. How laugh-inducing it was to watch communities tear themselves apart over bread, starved by the collapse of agriculture, only to run in fear and horror at her very visage. Observe as political leaders and high-priests fall unto their knees, begging her for mercy forgiveness. HER. Not their god. Oh their God has forsaken them. She walks their God like a dog.

Drugatsko, a bolloi, a fellow female in this cosmic sorority, could have been the fem-Messiah for Shaeshen women and overthrow this wretched patriarchy. How could their star-sister not take pity on them? Could she not see how horribly her kind were suffering under the yoke of male supremacy? The women did nothing wrong except be born without dicks and with human emotions, and for that, they were abused so horribly, treated as defective property and not even allowed to have their own word. They weren't women— they were "the other kinds of people," a deliberately cumbersome moniker.

She, the space warrior, is just a wife and mother to be. She could be a competent warrioress who has laid waste to all planets in any number of galaxies, conquered trillions of civilizations, and defeated any great number of proud warriors, and the only thing they’ll care about is her answer to the question, “But can you cook and clean?” Please, the other kinds of people begged, save them.

And she replied, “No.” The women were betrayed.

Drugatsko had every woman on the planet murdered. She made it so that they were often killed in front of their families, just to amplify the pain and horror and rile the men to greater hatred. Some misogynists and incels celebrated at first until they realized they were now forever without sexual satisfaction. And then they joined the despairing collective masses while Drugatsko watched on from afar, laughing and coiling her tail, her Yeren scimitar raised to the heavens.

The technological regression was reversed, and Shaeshens were able to build breeding chambers and artificial wombs that Drugatsko further pruned to help engineer even more warrior-ready Shaeshens. Before, society was quaint, very much similar to the Amish or Mennonites in a Taliban-like society. Now it was something like a gladiatorial Airstrip One, except headed by a war-sick Yaban. Making things more processed, she brought in slaves and goblins from other worlds to do the dirty work of running society so that the Shaeshen men would not be distracted from their duties of infinite war.

And Drugatsko herself rechristened them with the delightfully boyish moniker "Devastators."

That was over 400 years ago. The Devastators today are a brutalitarian race of ultra-warriors. Mercenaries, barbarians, berserkers, space pirates, hypermasculine mildew distilled. The sudden shift into a unisexual race certainly became clear when they started adopting a BDSM look. Chains and leather, studs and laces, skull armor and facepaint, helmets and mohawks, glammy hair and lipstick, big muscles and battle scars, oh they look like freaks. They ride on hypermasculine heavy metal machines and scream through the night, always hunting for war and conquest. They're fairly well known for looking like road warriors and drag pirates, though with barbarian pelts and skullcrusher gear. They'd all have horribly cheesy death metal names like Wolfmaster Skullcrusher, Killmaster Supreme, King Dick, Godric the Demon Raper, Megas the Heart Eater, Turbo Joe, Max Powersteel, and more. And beyond even them are specially engineered freaks, pseudo-hulks of power known as "Mutoid Men," disgusting displays of raw power with multicolored skin that are oft fed cocktails of pure nexcidium to keep them in a permanent nexcidious berserker rage.

The full story of Mezara and its history is much, much longer than this, as I've detailed pretty much the full historical timeline from a certain point onwards, to the point if I so desired, I could turn the Mezara saga alone into an entire series of alternate universe/history fantasy novels without ever even touching the arrival of Drugatsko.

Devastators are a loveletter to that style of glammy, homoerotic 80s ultramasculinity of big men with big muscles, often clad in new wave/glam rock duds and face paint with punk or metal hair, road warrior fashion, and military worship, essentially Rambo and Arnie filtered through Bruce Lee, Kenshiro, Max Rockatansky, and every adorably badass 80s arcade character.

The concept behind the Shaeshens/Devastators stems back many years.

Around 2018-2019 or so, I came up with the concept of "masculinist-primitivists"— manosphere types so extreme that they'd even be willing to erase female characters from fiction.

And that wasn't even something I came up with really. It was more me recognizing actual trends in the world, especially in Afghanistan under the Taliban:

The Devastators themselves came from me listening to this over-the-top thrash metal song called "Male Supremacy" and combining it with that above mentioned dystopian society

I thought "Wouldn't it be ironic if a Planet Taliban came under the bootheel of a Saiyan-like war freak? Especially a FEMALE war-freak?" Imagine if Fem-Raditz dropped onto Earth, defeated Goku and Piccolo, and decided to take over the planet to create a rival to the Freeza Force instead.

And as a result it became some bizarro mixture of Nineteen Eighty-Four, Mad Max, Hokuto no Ken, and Warhammer 40k