This story takes place in an alternate universe/timeline where Freeza doesn't go to Earth after Namek's destruction. It will follow his journey through the universe as he tries to build up power and gain underlings, and hopefully in the future challenge Goku. I have no schedule regarding the release of the chapters, it will be random. Well, I hope you enjoy it nevertheless.
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Chapter 1 - Freeza's alive!
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Inside a technologically advanced arrangement, a short blue-skinned creature was walking down a lengthy hallway, with his arms tucked behind his back and a thrilled smile plastered all over his face. He stepped inside of a rather large room as the door behind him closed automatically. The room possessed an imposing chair of considerable size, at that moment facing an enormous window that stretched to each side of the wall and showcased the magnitude of space.
“Lord Cold!” He said, trying to contain his excitement as best as possible. “It seems we’ve been capable of locating Lord Freeza!”
“Is that so?” The creature resting on the chair stopped admiring the vastness ofspace for a second and rose, turning to face the messenger. He revealed his huge physique, being nearly three meters in stature, clearly towering over the small being in front of him. “Magnificent.” He smiled for the first time in months. Turning around to face the window of the room he was standing in, he addressed the alien once again. “I trust that Freeza has revealed the reasoning behind his sudden disappearance.”
Cold, the leader of the Freeza clan empire, had been searching for his son for over four months. He was told that Freeza went to planet Namek in order to search for some wish granting orbs, the so-called “Dragon Balls”, but it was extremely unusual for his son to stay silent for over a week. No member of the empire delegated to his quadrant made contact, either.
“W-Well… you see…” His joyful smile disappeared and was immediately replaced by anxiety. Frightened by what may become of him after he tells Cold what he definitely does not want to hear, staff officer Sorbet seemed incapable of answering. He toughened up, as he felt that withholding information may be more harmful to him in that situation. “Lord Freeza is currently not… in a state where he can answer any questions…”
“What?” His response was treated with confusion. Sorbet began to explain as the two were leaving the room and progressed through the hallways of their gigantic spaceship, towards the room where Freeza was located. Trying his best to avoid any kind of violent reaction by Cold, he cautiously described how they found Freeza: unconscious amidst a large pile of rubble that clearly originated from the destruction of some planet, presumably Namek. Despite his best efforts, Cold didn’t seem to remain calm, his face contorted as he got more and more annoyed with Sorbet’s words. Obviously not because of Sorbet himself, or the tone he was using. No, he was furious at the thought of his clan’s reputation being ruined because of his son’s carelessness. Even though he knew that no ordinary being should be capable of harming Freeza, he still didn’t care; he was channeling all of his anger towards his son in that particular moment because of the consequences his potential defeat may bring about.
The both of them stepped inside a crowded room and Cold was immediately taken aback. His son was inside a chamber of sorts, surrounded by a green liquid famous for its healing properties. But this wasn’t what surprised the tyrant. Freeza’s body was in a terrible state. The right side of his face, his left arm and his entire lower body, all completely disintegrated. A large chunk of skin and muscle on the right side his chest had been burned off as well. Moreover, all this damage was done to Freeza’s true form. A defeat, though almost unthinkable, was possible. But to inflict this kind of damage, Cold only knew of two beings that would be able to do so in the entire galaxy. As he started to imagine who could have done such a thing, a sweat drop started flowing down his head, but he regained his composure once he realized that the soldiers had noticed something was up.
“Lord Cold… anything wrong?” One soldier had the bravery to ask.
“Yes, of course. Can you not see my son’s miserable state?” He hastily replied. “Sorbet, do we know who defeated Freeza?”
“Sadly, we don’t. Perhaps we’ll get our answer once Lord Freeza awakens.”
“In such a pitiful state, it’ll take a long while before he does so.”
“Certainly, but anyone else would be dead by this point. Lord Freeza’s vitality is admirable.”
“Of course! He is my son after all.” He proudly responded. Though his son’s state was lamentable, one could not help but admire how he still insisted on defying death, even though doing otherwise would prove less of a hassle. “We should work on rebuilding Freeza’s body. Planet #782 is quite advanced in terms of technology, yes?”
“Indeed, it is where most of our weapons are produced.”
“Marvelous. Set a course to the planet but keep our arrival a secret.”
“Understood.” Sorbet gestured to a tall, pale soldier wearing a dual-eye type scouter, who immediately went to deliver the order to the pilot of the ship. “But why must we arrive in private?” He asked with curiosity.
“Word of Freeza’s defeat must not spread. The reputation of our clan would be damaged and various revolts would be organized in order to overthrow the empire. Alert Coola at once but no other person outside of this spaceship should have this knowledge, at least until we’re aware of how well Freeza will recover.” Cold expressed genuine concern over the future of his empire, but he also didn’t want his pride to be damaged any further. The dignity of his clan mustn’t be put in jeopardy, to him that was imperative.
A week passed ever since they began flying towards planet number 782. Freeza’s condition had remained the same: unconscious and kept alive through the technology available on the ship, though barely. The spacecraft landed on the planet, inside a fortified castle-like structure belonging to Cold himself. Major cities of the planet were usually dominated by skyscrapers and flying vehicles, with numerous soldiers of the empire patrolling the streets in order to prevent any crimes or mutiny. Inside each building lived the inhabitants, members of the Dougu species, purple-skinned and tall humanoid creatures. Not for free, though. Due to their extraordinary intelligence, they were granted access to these apartments as long as they worked every day on new equipment. Cold landed, however, in a mountainous region completely isolated from the urban areas.
“Beautiful as ever.” Cold stood there, along with Sorbet, in the courtyard, contemplating the beauty of the regal complex that surrounded him and his spaceship. He was immediately greeted by some low-ranking soldiers. “Bring me Gichamu.” He suddenly spoke, preventing any of the soldiers from opening their mouths. It was clear that he had grown impatient after so much time meditating over his son’s condition. Upon hearing his words, one of the puny soldiers started rushing towards a certain room in the castle. It was unusual for Cold to remember the name of a soldier, unless he was an individual highly skilled in combat, such as the members of the Ginyu Force for instance, or very useful in other fields, like Sorbet with politics.
“You called?” A purple-skinned man with wide, circular ears and a battle scar on his forehead, sporting armor unique to the Freeza clan empire, appeared in front of the giant; it was Gichamu. He was a highly skilled engineer, the one who modified the Tsufruian scouter and turned it into the army’s most helpful tool, and the person who developed the laser blasters that some of the soldiers utilized. He was a Dougu and very likely the most intelligent being in Cold’s troops. Despite his young appearance, he was over a century old at the time (obviously nothing compared to the likes of Freeza’s family), well above the north galaxy’s average life expectancy, even if he was considered a young adult by the other members of his race. Cold and Sorbet proceeded to explain the situation to Gichamu and led him to the room where Freeza was located.
“What can you do?” Cold impatiently asked as Sorbet finished the explanation.
“Hmm…” Gichamu looked at Freeza’s mess of a body. “I’m afraid our technology isn’t advanced enough to restore Lord Freeza’s body.” He boldly replied.
“Is that so?” Cold didn’t seem surprised. “Only if regeneration is the option you’re considering, am I correct?”
“Hm? Yes.”
“Such an extent, though ideal, should not be necessary. Merely rebuild the missing pieces of my son’s body with the technology available. In his current state, I doubt he’ll ever regain consciousness.” As Cold spoke, Sorbet shook in terror at the bitter truth.
“Yes, I understand. But even just rebuilding his body with the equipment we currently have would be almost impossible.”
“I don’t care.” Cold interrupted. “Make sure you’re able to reconstruct my son’s body in the following month. If you fail, your life has no value to me anymore.” He turned around and walked towards the door. “Sorbet, notify me of Gichamu’s success or failure. I shall take a separate spaceship from this establishment and part. I must talk to Coola in person.”
As he left the room and the door closed behind him, Gichamu sighed. “Ah, as impatient as always. Jeez, all I can do is put some pieces of scrap together and hope for the best.” He looked up at Freeza once more. “Even so, I don’t know if Lord Freeza’s new mechanical body will be able to support the massive power he possesses.”
“You’ll be able to figure out something, right?” Sorbet asked desperately, to prevent himself from losing hope.
“Perhaps if I mess around with my tools a bit, I can figure something out. But Lord Cold didn’t exactly give me a suitable timeframe for this kind of procedure… Oh well, we’ll see.”
One month passed since Cold’s ultimatum. The three (Cold, Sorbet and Gichamu) were inside a sealed building by the time the operation took place. Sorbet and Cold were looking through window while, in the opposite room, the engineer seemed to be ready to begin. Gichamu carefully started to connect the mechanical limbs he had constructed over the past month with the nerves in Freeza’s body, which was laid over a table. The operation took a few hours, but when it was finished, at last the despot’s body had finally been rebuilt.
“Done.” Gichamu said as both Cold and Sorbet step inside the same room as his. “Now we only have to wait until Lord Freeza awakens.” Something that took no time at all: mere seconds after uttering those words, the ground beneath him started shaking. He, along with Sorbet, dropped to the floor. It was, of course, a result of Freeza’s power. They all felt his anger growing more and more as Freeza stood up and the entire planet continued to shake.
“Enough, Freeza!” Cold, who was entirely unaffected by his son’s sudden outburst, commanded him to cease before the entire planet was destroyed. As he heard his name, Freeza suddenly stopped expelling such a large amount of power. It seemed like he momentarily lost control.
“Forgive me, Papa.” He said, looking up. “It seems like that nightmare continues to haunt me even now.”
“Nightmare?” Cold asked with concern.
“Yes. For the past few months, I’ve been reliving my defeat at the hands of that wretched Saiyan.” He explained, clenching his left fist in the process. Cold sighed in relief; luckily his son didn’t cross the path of Majin Boo or even the God of Destruction Beerus, two beings he’d never be able to defeat. “It seems a large part of my body has been rebuilt.” Freeza continued.
“Yes. It was all due to the work of Gichamu here. I trust you know who he is, correct?”
“Oh yes, Papa, I believe we’ve met in the past.” He said. “But who are you?” Freeza asked, looking down at Sorbet.
“I’m Sorbet, Lord Freeza, staff officer of the third star system.” He replied, slightly frightened.
“Oh? Ah, yes, I seem to recognize your face.” Freeza starts walking as he replied to Sorbet with a noticeable lack of interest. It seems he was testing out if his new body functioned properly. “I wonder just what kind of change my power has been subjected to.”
“Well, why don’t you try testing out your new body?” Cold suggested.
“I wouldn’t recommend that, Lord Freeza.” Gichamu fearlessly interrupted. “This is a temporary body. I did all I could in order to provide you with a body in the small timeframe I was given.” He continued to explain. “However, this does mean that I did not have enough time of adjusting the material to withstand the full power you possess. In other words, in your current state, I would not recommend utilizing more than half of your full ability.”
“What?!” Freeza was annoyed. How could he get revenge on the Super Saiyan if he half of his power wasn’t even accessible to him?
“This doesn’t mean you can’t go over half. It means that there’s a high risk of the mechanical parts that comprise your new body being destroyed by your own power, if you choose to utilize more than the established amount.”
“There is no need to worry.” Freeza’s father said. “Even at half, Freeza still remains among the strongest in the universe.”
“But not the strongest.” Freeza interrupted, with a resentful look on his face. “I guess I would not be the strongest regardless.” He spoke after some meditation on the subject. “That title belongs to the Super Saiyan.”
“Super Saiyan?” Cold asked, only to start laughing a few seconds later. “Freeza, the Super Saiyan is a myth, or at least that’s what you’ve been telling me for the past century. You destroyed all Saiyans, remember? There should be no possible way of this so-called “Super Saiyan” ever existing.”
“I thought so as well. But it appears I was mistaken. A Super Saiyan does exist, Papa, I assure you of that fact. And he must be en route to that miserable home planet of his, Earth, as we speak.” He spoke as he gnashed and clenched his fist in fury.
“Well, if that is the case, we don’t we pay a visit to this “Super” Saiyan?” Cold still thought Freeza’s words were nonsensical.
“What?” Freeza was startled, his father’s words seemed like hogwash to him. “Don’t underestimate the Saiyan, Papa. If he managed to defeat me at full strength, then what hopes do we have now, when I only possess fifty percent of my natural ability and you, Papa, are just marginally stronger than that?”
“Did he defeat you when you were using your full power?”
“What are you implying, Papa?” He replied, glaring at his father with annoyance.
“Freeza, perhaps, is it not you who is overestimating the Saiyan? There is no harm in admitting he caught you off-guard.”
“Don’t be foolish, Papa! I used every bit of strength I could possibly muster and even then I was effortlessly disposed of.”
“Even so, we should be able to defeat him now. If you push yourself to use one-hundred percent of your power and battle him, my strength may be enough to tip the odds in our favor.”
“Huh?” Freeza was suspicious of his father’s idea. In paper, it’d work. But it seemed like he’d be the only one in any kind of danger. “But my new body would not be able to withstand the full extent of my power. Did you not hear the engineer?”
“That is of little consequence. A new body could be prepared in a matter of months.”
“…And I’d have to live through that nightmare again?” Freeza muttered to himself as he looked down to the ground. He started to remember. That vile Saiyan’s face and those terrifying eyes. Hearing the words “you fool” as he was being swallowed by an enormous beam of energy. How could have this happened to him? He was a prodigy, he was supposed to be the strongest. He wasn’t supposed to die there.
“Shall we set course to Earth?”
“…I refuse.” He spoke after a second of deliberation. He was visibly shaking by this point. “I… don’t want to die anymore.” To anyone hearing his words, it would seem extremely bizarre, as Freeza had not died yet. But to Freeza, his dreams were incredibly realistic, enough to cause prolonged mental trauma. Over the past month alone, he had died over a hundred times in his coma, always in the same way.
“I’m disappointed, Freeza.” Cold turned away from his son. “I don’t remember raising such a coward.” He started walking towards the door, leaving his son in the building, who was trying to regain his composure. “Sorbet, accompany me!”
“Yes, Lord Cold?” He answered his call. The two were already outside of the building where Freeza’s operation took place. It was in a secluded area of the castle-like structure. Naturally, nobody had access to it as the procedure took place.
“Relay the following message to every quadrant of my empire: Freeza has been killed. His section of the galaxy will be given to his brother Coola. That is all.” Cold had completely lost hope. Not only did his son develop into a complete coward in his eyes, the power which Freeza possessed that Cold was so proud of was now gone, the giant himself was at this point significantly stronger. He also speculated that Freeza’s mental state was not in good shape. “Escort Freeza to any of the other 3 quadrants of the universe where our family name is unknown to all, and let him live the rest of his life there.” The only reason he didn’t kill his son on the spot was because it would prove more of a hassle than banishing him. Perhaps deep down he still had some kind of affectionate feeling towards his creation, maybe, but there’s a high chance it would never manifest itself again.
“W-What are you saying, Lord Cold?” Sorbet was dumbfounded at Cold’s actions. “Where are you going?” He asked. He could not understand his reasoning. Just a week ago, Cold said that nobody should know about Freeza’s condition, otherwise the empire would suffer. But Cold’s reasoning was simple: Freeza in that condition, and with that appearance, would humiliate him far more than his death would.
“Obviously, I’m going to pay a visit to this “Super” Saiyan. The Freeza- no, the Coola clan’s reputation must not collapse just because of some lousy monkey.”
“Lord Cold!” He said, trying to contain his excitement as best as possible. “It seems we’ve been capable of locating Lord Freeza!”
“Is that so?” The creature resting on the chair stopped admiring the vastness ofspace for a second and rose, turning to face the messenger. He revealed his huge physique, being nearly three meters in stature, clearly towering over the small being in front of him. “Magnificent.” He smiled for the first time in months. Turning around to face the window of the room he was standing in, he addressed the alien once again. “I trust that Freeza has revealed the reasoning behind his sudden disappearance.”
Cold, the leader of the Freeza clan empire, had been searching for his son for over four months. He was told that Freeza went to planet Namek in order to search for some wish granting orbs, the so-called “Dragon Balls”, but it was extremely unusual for his son to stay silent for over a week. No member of the empire delegated to his quadrant made contact, either.
“W-Well… you see…” His joyful smile disappeared and was immediately replaced by anxiety. Frightened by what may become of him after he tells Cold what he definitely does not want to hear, staff officer Sorbet seemed incapable of answering. He toughened up, as he felt that withholding information may be more harmful to him in that situation. “Lord Freeza is currently not… in a state where he can answer any questions…”
“What?” His response was treated with confusion. Sorbet began to explain as the two were leaving the room and progressed through the hallways of their gigantic spaceship, towards the room where Freeza was located. Trying his best to avoid any kind of violent reaction by Cold, he cautiously described how they found Freeza: unconscious amidst a large pile of rubble that clearly originated from the destruction of some planet, presumably Namek. Despite his best efforts, Cold didn’t seem to remain calm, his face contorted as he got more and more annoyed with Sorbet’s words. Obviously not because of Sorbet himself, or the tone he was using. No, he was furious at the thought of his clan’s reputation being ruined because of his son’s carelessness. Even though he knew that no ordinary being should be capable of harming Freeza, he still didn’t care; he was channeling all of his anger towards his son in that particular moment because of the consequences his potential defeat may bring about.
The both of them stepped inside a crowded room and Cold was immediately taken aback. His son was inside a chamber of sorts, surrounded by a green liquid famous for its healing properties. But this wasn’t what surprised the tyrant. Freeza’s body was in a terrible state. The right side of his face, his left arm and his entire lower body, all completely disintegrated. A large chunk of skin and muscle on the right side his chest had been burned off as well. Moreover, all this damage was done to Freeza’s true form. A defeat, though almost unthinkable, was possible. But to inflict this kind of damage, Cold only knew of two beings that would be able to do so in the entire galaxy. As he started to imagine who could have done such a thing, a sweat drop started flowing down his head, but he regained his composure once he realized that the soldiers had noticed something was up.
“Lord Cold… anything wrong?” One soldier had the bravery to ask.
“Yes, of course. Can you not see my son’s miserable state?” He hastily replied. “Sorbet, do we know who defeated Freeza?”
“Sadly, we don’t. Perhaps we’ll get our answer once Lord Freeza awakens.”
“In such a pitiful state, it’ll take a long while before he does so.”
“Certainly, but anyone else would be dead by this point. Lord Freeza’s vitality is admirable.”
“Of course! He is my son after all.” He proudly responded. Though his son’s state was lamentable, one could not help but admire how he still insisted on defying death, even though doing otherwise would prove less of a hassle. “We should work on rebuilding Freeza’s body. Planet #782 is quite advanced in terms of technology, yes?”
“Indeed, it is where most of our weapons are produced.”
“Marvelous. Set a course to the planet but keep our arrival a secret.”
“Understood.” Sorbet gestured to a tall, pale soldier wearing a dual-eye type scouter, who immediately went to deliver the order to the pilot of the ship. “But why must we arrive in private?” He asked with curiosity.
“Word of Freeza’s defeat must not spread. The reputation of our clan would be damaged and various revolts would be organized in order to overthrow the empire. Alert Coola at once but no other person outside of this spaceship should have this knowledge, at least until we’re aware of how well Freeza will recover.” Cold expressed genuine concern over the future of his empire, but he also didn’t want his pride to be damaged any further. The dignity of his clan mustn’t be put in jeopardy, to him that was imperative.
A week passed ever since they began flying towards planet number 782. Freeza’s condition had remained the same: unconscious and kept alive through the technology available on the ship, though barely. The spacecraft landed on the planet, inside a fortified castle-like structure belonging to Cold himself. Major cities of the planet were usually dominated by skyscrapers and flying vehicles, with numerous soldiers of the empire patrolling the streets in order to prevent any crimes or mutiny. Inside each building lived the inhabitants, members of the Dougu species, purple-skinned and tall humanoid creatures. Not for free, though. Due to their extraordinary intelligence, they were granted access to these apartments as long as they worked every day on new equipment. Cold landed, however, in a mountainous region completely isolated from the urban areas.
“Beautiful as ever.” Cold stood there, along with Sorbet, in the courtyard, contemplating the beauty of the regal complex that surrounded him and his spaceship. He was immediately greeted by some low-ranking soldiers. “Bring me Gichamu.” He suddenly spoke, preventing any of the soldiers from opening their mouths. It was clear that he had grown impatient after so much time meditating over his son’s condition. Upon hearing his words, one of the puny soldiers started rushing towards a certain room in the castle. It was unusual for Cold to remember the name of a soldier, unless he was an individual highly skilled in combat, such as the members of the Ginyu Force for instance, or very useful in other fields, like Sorbet with politics.
“You called?” A purple-skinned man with wide, circular ears and a battle scar on his forehead, sporting armor unique to the Freeza clan empire, appeared in front of the giant; it was Gichamu. He was a highly skilled engineer, the one who modified the Tsufruian scouter and turned it into the army’s most helpful tool, and the person who developed the laser blasters that some of the soldiers utilized. He was a Dougu and very likely the most intelligent being in Cold’s troops. Despite his young appearance, he was over a century old at the time (obviously nothing compared to the likes of Freeza’s family), well above the north galaxy’s average life expectancy, even if he was considered a young adult by the other members of his race. Cold and Sorbet proceeded to explain the situation to Gichamu and led him to the room where Freeza was located.
“What can you do?” Cold impatiently asked as Sorbet finished the explanation.
“Hmm…” Gichamu looked at Freeza’s mess of a body. “I’m afraid our technology isn’t advanced enough to restore Lord Freeza’s body.” He boldly replied.
“Is that so?” Cold didn’t seem surprised. “Only if regeneration is the option you’re considering, am I correct?”
“Hm? Yes.”
“Such an extent, though ideal, should not be necessary. Merely rebuild the missing pieces of my son’s body with the technology available. In his current state, I doubt he’ll ever regain consciousness.” As Cold spoke, Sorbet shook in terror at the bitter truth.
“Yes, I understand. But even just rebuilding his body with the equipment we currently have would be almost impossible.”
“I don’t care.” Cold interrupted. “Make sure you’re able to reconstruct my son’s body in the following month. If you fail, your life has no value to me anymore.” He turned around and walked towards the door. “Sorbet, notify me of Gichamu’s success or failure. I shall take a separate spaceship from this establishment and part. I must talk to Coola in person.”
As he left the room and the door closed behind him, Gichamu sighed. “Ah, as impatient as always. Jeez, all I can do is put some pieces of scrap together and hope for the best.” He looked up at Freeza once more. “Even so, I don’t know if Lord Freeza’s new mechanical body will be able to support the massive power he possesses.”
“You’ll be able to figure out something, right?” Sorbet asked desperately, to prevent himself from losing hope.
“Perhaps if I mess around with my tools a bit, I can figure something out. But Lord Cold didn’t exactly give me a suitable timeframe for this kind of procedure… Oh well, we’ll see.”
One month passed since Cold’s ultimatum. The three (Cold, Sorbet and Gichamu) were inside a sealed building by the time the operation took place. Sorbet and Cold were looking through window while, in the opposite room, the engineer seemed to be ready to begin. Gichamu carefully started to connect the mechanical limbs he had constructed over the past month with the nerves in Freeza’s body, which was laid over a table. The operation took a few hours, but when it was finished, at last the despot’s body had finally been rebuilt.
“Done.” Gichamu said as both Cold and Sorbet step inside the same room as his. “Now we only have to wait until Lord Freeza awakens.” Something that took no time at all: mere seconds after uttering those words, the ground beneath him started shaking. He, along with Sorbet, dropped to the floor. It was, of course, a result of Freeza’s power. They all felt his anger growing more and more as Freeza stood up and the entire planet continued to shake.
“Enough, Freeza!” Cold, who was entirely unaffected by his son’s sudden outburst, commanded him to cease before the entire planet was destroyed. As he heard his name, Freeza suddenly stopped expelling such a large amount of power. It seemed like he momentarily lost control.
“Forgive me, Papa.” He said, looking up. “It seems like that nightmare continues to haunt me even now.”
“Nightmare?” Cold asked with concern.
“Yes. For the past few months, I’ve been reliving my defeat at the hands of that wretched Saiyan.” He explained, clenching his left fist in the process. Cold sighed in relief; luckily his son didn’t cross the path of Majin Boo or even the God of Destruction Beerus, two beings he’d never be able to defeat. “It seems a large part of my body has been rebuilt.” Freeza continued.
“Yes. It was all due to the work of Gichamu here. I trust you know who he is, correct?”
“Oh yes, Papa, I believe we’ve met in the past.” He said. “But who are you?” Freeza asked, looking down at Sorbet.
“I’m Sorbet, Lord Freeza, staff officer of the third star system.” He replied, slightly frightened.
“Oh? Ah, yes, I seem to recognize your face.” Freeza starts walking as he replied to Sorbet with a noticeable lack of interest. It seems he was testing out if his new body functioned properly. “I wonder just what kind of change my power has been subjected to.”
“Well, why don’t you try testing out your new body?” Cold suggested.
“I wouldn’t recommend that, Lord Freeza.” Gichamu fearlessly interrupted. “This is a temporary body. I did all I could in order to provide you with a body in the small timeframe I was given.” He continued to explain. “However, this does mean that I did not have enough time of adjusting the material to withstand the full power you possess. In other words, in your current state, I would not recommend utilizing more than half of your full ability.”
“What?!” Freeza was annoyed. How could he get revenge on the Super Saiyan if he half of his power wasn’t even accessible to him?
“This doesn’t mean you can’t go over half. It means that there’s a high risk of the mechanical parts that comprise your new body being destroyed by your own power, if you choose to utilize more than the established amount.”
“There is no need to worry.” Freeza’s father said. “Even at half, Freeza still remains among the strongest in the universe.”
“But not the strongest.” Freeza interrupted, with a resentful look on his face. “I guess I would not be the strongest regardless.” He spoke after some meditation on the subject. “That title belongs to the Super Saiyan.”
“Super Saiyan?” Cold asked, only to start laughing a few seconds later. “Freeza, the Super Saiyan is a myth, or at least that’s what you’ve been telling me for the past century. You destroyed all Saiyans, remember? There should be no possible way of this so-called “Super Saiyan” ever existing.”
“I thought so as well. But it appears I was mistaken. A Super Saiyan does exist, Papa, I assure you of that fact. And he must be en route to that miserable home planet of his, Earth, as we speak.” He spoke as he gnashed and clenched his fist in fury.
“Well, if that is the case, we don’t we pay a visit to this “Super” Saiyan?” Cold still thought Freeza’s words were nonsensical.
“What?” Freeza was startled, his father’s words seemed like hogwash to him. “Don’t underestimate the Saiyan, Papa. If he managed to defeat me at full strength, then what hopes do we have now, when I only possess fifty percent of my natural ability and you, Papa, are just marginally stronger than that?”
“Did he defeat you when you were using your full power?”
“What are you implying, Papa?” He replied, glaring at his father with annoyance.
“Freeza, perhaps, is it not you who is overestimating the Saiyan? There is no harm in admitting he caught you off-guard.”
“Don’t be foolish, Papa! I used every bit of strength I could possibly muster and even then I was effortlessly disposed of.”
“Even so, we should be able to defeat him now. If you push yourself to use one-hundred percent of your power and battle him, my strength may be enough to tip the odds in our favor.”
“Huh?” Freeza was suspicious of his father’s idea. In paper, it’d work. But it seemed like he’d be the only one in any kind of danger. “But my new body would not be able to withstand the full extent of my power. Did you not hear the engineer?”
“That is of little consequence. A new body could be prepared in a matter of months.”
“…And I’d have to live through that nightmare again?” Freeza muttered to himself as he looked down to the ground. He started to remember. That vile Saiyan’s face and those terrifying eyes. Hearing the words “you fool” as he was being swallowed by an enormous beam of energy. How could have this happened to him? He was a prodigy, he was supposed to be the strongest. He wasn’t supposed to die there.
“Shall we set course to Earth?”
“…I refuse.” He spoke after a second of deliberation. He was visibly shaking by this point. “I… don’t want to die anymore.” To anyone hearing his words, it would seem extremely bizarre, as Freeza had not died yet. But to Freeza, his dreams were incredibly realistic, enough to cause prolonged mental trauma. Over the past month alone, he had died over a hundred times in his coma, always in the same way.
“I’m disappointed, Freeza.” Cold turned away from his son. “I don’t remember raising such a coward.” He started walking towards the door, leaving his son in the building, who was trying to regain his composure. “Sorbet, accompany me!”
“Yes, Lord Cold?” He answered his call. The two were already outside of the building where Freeza’s operation took place. It was in a secluded area of the castle-like structure. Naturally, nobody had access to it as the procedure took place.
“Relay the following message to every quadrant of my empire: Freeza has been killed. His section of the galaxy will be given to his brother Coola. That is all.” Cold had completely lost hope. Not only did his son develop into a complete coward in his eyes, the power which Freeza possessed that Cold was so proud of was now gone, the giant himself was at this point significantly stronger. He also speculated that Freeza’s mental state was not in good shape. “Escort Freeza to any of the other 3 quadrants of the universe where our family name is unknown to all, and let him live the rest of his life there.” The only reason he didn’t kill his son on the spot was because it would prove more of a hassle than banishing him. Perhaps deep down he still had some kind of affectionate feeling towards his creation, maybe, but there’s a high chance it would never manifest itself again.
“W-What are you saying, Lord Cold?” Sorbet was dumbfounded at Cold’s actions. “Where are you going?” He asked. He could not understand his reasoning. Just a week ago, Cold said that nobody should know about Freeza’s condition, otherwise the empire would suffer. But Cold’s reasoning was simple: Freeza in that condition, and with that appearance, would humiliate him far more than his death would.
“Obviously, I’m going to pay a visit to this “Super” Saiyan. The Freeza- no, the Coola clan’s reputation must not collapse just because of some lousy monkey.”
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