Prologue: What if Appule had a motive to betray Frieza, and actually made a run for the dragon balls on Namek? This, is the retelling of the story, where Appule is far more important than in the original TV show. Appule is going against all odds in an all out war against Frieza! (I promise it won't be as boring and ridiculous as the idea sounds lol)

A/N:I know these scenes are short, and not that great, it's slow, i know i know. I promise that will improve as i get passed these small (but important) plotting events. Entering chapter 2, I'll make sure to make that a MUCH longer, and much more entertaining chapter. This chapter's sole purpose is to set up 2 things, Appule's loss on the grip of authority, and his motives to betray Frieza.

I stood there watching, as all of my family, friends, and former neighbors were put to rest. Every single person in my entire city, dead….all cause I made a fatal mistake on one of Frieza's stupid missions. His punishment for me? A small band of elites put my home in ruins. "You should be thankful, normally I would simply kill anyone who screwed it up this bad."What a bastard! I thought.

****Flashback****

"Lord Frieza, Appule is here to see you." Zarbon informed the Tyrant.

"Send him in." Frieza answered.

Zarbon gestured for me to enter the room. "Do you have anything to report?"

"Yes lord, we killed them all, no survivors, Planet Cordosa is yours" I replied with a faint smile.

"And the King?..." Frieza retorted impatiently. I hesitated to answer. Everyone knew what happened to people who failed Frieza on important tasks.

"I'm sorry Lord….he refused to talk, we tried everything, we tortured him, killed his whole family, slowly and painfully, blew up entire countries…even when he was the last surviving Cordosan left… he still preferred death over agreeing to your…"

The Tyrant cut me off. "Ignorant Fool! Your incompetence deserves a medal! What were my specific orders? Repeat them back to me!"

"Um...do not kill the king…"

"And what did you do?" The Tyrant demanded.

"I'm sorry Lord…I.." He cut me off again.

"You will be punished accordingly." He paused then said: "You should be thankful, normally I would simply kill anyone who screwed it up this bad."

"Please! Lord Frieza! I'm sure we…"

"Silence! Get out of my sight! Now!"

****End Flashback****

"You will be punished accordingly"So there goes anyone I ever knew…anyone I knew who doesn't serve as one of Frieza's foot soldiers. And of course, deep down, I despised every single one of Frieza's men. They're all merciless piles of trash who serve Frieza for two reasons. They enjoy slaughtering thousands, millions, and even billions of people, And to live. I thought. Of course, if myself, and several other abnormally strong fighters of my Planet, didn't serve him, we all knew he would blow it up along with our entire race, just as he has done to many other planets he saw as potential threats to his empire. I continued to play the conversation in my head, and over, and continued to get angrier and angrier, until I was completely enraged. "You should be thankful, normally I would simply kill anyone who screwed it up this bad."

I finally snapped out of my trance when I saw my father, being buried, I knelt beside him as another man kept shoveling up dirt. I vow, I will destroy Frieza and everything his empire has ever thrived off of. For you.I could no longer see him, although the man with the shovel was still dumping dirt upon him, leveling the ground out.

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I was heading straight to Frieza's personal quarters on the spaceship, orders from Zarbon were sent to me via scouter. When I approached the door, a knot emerged in my stomach, something didn't feel right. I shrugged and dismissed the thought, whatever it was, it was unimportant at the moment, I can't overthrow him now. I frowned, then muttered to myself: "Or in the near future." The door opened and Dodoria stared at me for a second. Then, he spouted off on a rant.

"what are you doing! Idiot! Zarbon sent for you an hour ago!"

I was completely puzzled. "What? It was only about five minutes…."

Before I could say anything else, Dodoria lunged at me. Quicker than you could blink, Dodoria punched me square in the face and sent me flying through the wall. I lay on the ground, and glance up Frieza and Zarbon were discussing something. "Lord…" I began. But as my voice croaked that out, Dodoria stomped right into my ribs. I screamed in horror, screamed louder than ever before at the brute force that was packed into it. Frieza and Zarbon were acting as if nothing was even happening. Dodoria stomped on my ribs again. At first I was screaming, then…my voice faded off, and nothing began to come out as Dodoria repeatedly stomped on me with all his might.

"It's not as fun when you don't scream." "But then again, you all ready know that, after all the people you've killed in Frieza's name. HAhaha!"

Every muscle in my body wanted to blast him to oblivion, and cast him straight to hell! But my body was failing me...it didn't want to budge, and if I forced it, I would feel even more pain than when he stomped on me. I glanced over to where Frieza and Zarbon continued to speak, as if they were oblivious to their surroundings, and what was becoming of me.

This is it, I thought.

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

I awoke…inside a space pod, hyperventilating faster than the pod itself. Realizing I wasn't in any mortal danger, I reached over and turned my scouter alarm off. I began to sort out what happened and what had not happened. The last thing I remembered was being given an assignment light years away from Frieza's presence. "Mess this up and you may as well not come back."Zarbon had told me. Cocky scum, I thought.

"Computer, what is the calculated ETA?" "Estimated time of arrival: two days, five hours, thirty-three minutes and seven-point-one seconds." "Do you need anything else?" The computer paused before saying "Appule" I never responded, I just set my scouter down again and decided there was no point in remaining awake. "Nightmares, or no nightmares, stay awake and I'll just be bored as hell. Great, now I'm talking to myself!" I said a little louder than necessary.

"Huh? You all right there, Appule?" Said a familiar but very high pitched, and annoying voice. I picked up the scouter and put it over my left eye.

"I'm fine, just go back to sleep!" I commanded.

"I cannot do that Appule, to do that I would have to shut off the engines, which would jeopardize your safety." The computer stated. My right eye started twitching in annoyance of the useless, idiotic piece of junk.

"I wasn't talking to you…" As soon as I started I wish I hadn't.

"There is no one else here, Appule." The 'Junker' retorted. I merely grunted and decided not to say another word.

I placed the scouter aside, and tried to fall asleep again.

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The remainder of my twenty-five man team emerged from their pods and hovered above the craters we formed. In another effort to make me miserable, Dodoria ordered us to use space pods, despite the size of our group. Normally you would never see a group larger than ten, travel by space pod.

"Stand at attention! You fools" I commanded. "Listen up, I want all of you to follow me, do not engage anything until I say, We're going to find the most powerful men on this Planet first…" I then got cut off by some purple man with a long spike down the middle of his head. He was an ugly one, he had slobber streaming down his face. I could only imagine what Zarbon would do to a man who had such little regard of his perception.

"Sir, you're not in charge of this OP, Dodoria mentioned that much specifically." I turned to look at the next person who dared defy me.

"Torgsh is in charge of this OP, read the files." I glared at Torgsh, annoyed to hear that Zarbon and Dodoria must have decided to infuriate me even more by giving the lead to a fighter with half my power level!

Curse you Frieza!

A/N

Considering this is the first chapter of my first story, I have to say I'm doing pretty well for a beginner.I will go into greater detail about Torgsh as well as a few other men among this squad. Within chapters 2 and 3, most of these men will be dead anyhow. Soon, I will bring this story to Namek, where Appule will make his own run for the dragon balls.