Shortly after Frieza was revived as a mechanized cyborg, King Cold decided to catch up with him over dinner at one of the many planets he had forcefully colonized over the years. With at least a few hundred worlds that were seized and put under his name, he often had the luxury of having these types of needs catered to.
As the immense tyrant sat in the quarters of his spaceship, gazing out into the depths of space, Frieza came barging in. "Why the hell are we headed to that blasted clod of dirt?!" He lashed his metallic tail against the floor.
"Ha, because my son, we have much to discuss." Cold chuckled in a sophisticated manner, as he stood up from his large throne-like seat. "Besides, is that any way to greet your father?" The corners of his lips curved up, partially exposing his teeth. His eyes twinkled. It was as though he found his son's tantrum endearing.
Frieza crinkled his nose, causing deep lines to form on the still-organic side of his face. "I have no time for any of this rubbish father. There's a Super Saiyan I need to exterminate."
"I assure you, vengeance will be served." Cold buried his cheerful demeanor with a dark grimace. "And our opposition will be crushed."
About an hour later, a minion rushed into Cold's quarters. "Your highness, we're within minutes of landing."
Cold nodded his head in acknowledgement.
After the ship firmly anchored onto the rough terrain of its destination, both father and son stepped out and examined their surroundings like any royalty would upon setting foot on a place of commoners. They were surrounded by a rugged stretch of land with very few plants or trees. The housing situation seemed quite poor as the majority of the buildings appeared dilapidated and run-down. The locals, who inhabited the planet were anthropomorphic wolves geared in the same generic armor worn by thousands of others who were employed by King Cold's galactic forces.
"I see father still has that nasty habit of collecting dirt balls." Frieza chuckled to himself. "Why did you drag us here anyway?"
"Right this way son." Cold gestured his right hand towards a distant palace.
"Hmph, whatever." Frieza took flight alongside his father.
Cold shook his head at the landscape as he studied it from above. "I thought I specifically ordered these bumbling idiots to take better care of the damn place."
When the tyrannical duo finally touched down at the palace, the door opened, and out came a tall, lanky, gray anthropomorphic wolf.
"Greetings sire." The wolf humbly bowed down on one knee. "Everything has been prepared as you had requested."
"Excellent," Cold said. "Direct us to the banquet hall at once."
"Yes, sire." The dog led them through the palace opening, and into a long and seemingly endless corridor.
At the tail end of the passageway was a wooden gate-like door. The wolf proceeded to unlock it before holding it open for his superiors. "Here we are sire, our banquet hall."
Unlike the rest of the planet, the banquet hall was glamorously decorated. Additionally, the diverse assortment of gourmet food was clearly a work of art crafted by the hands of a true culinary master.
A smirk crept up Frieza's face; he looked rather exuberant in comparison to his previous demeanor. "Quite the feast you had these fools prepare here eh father?"
"Heh, I knew you would be pleased." Cold smiled at his son with the same adoring smile he gave him back on the ship. "Now, what say you tell me all about this Super Saiyan you were mumbling about earlier." He picked up a glass of wine and swirled the palatable red drink around in its glass.
Immediately after hearing his father's request, Frieza contracted his face and gnashed his teeth. Within seconds, a purple aura enclosed his body, and the table began to tremble while plates fell and shattered. "S-sayian Monkey."
His aura brightened and the shaking intensified. He, the emperor of evil, had to humbly beg for mercy after being subjected to the beating of his life. It was absolutely mind-boggling and infuriating at the same time.
What made the whole ordeal more insufferable was the fact that a Saiyan was the root of all these burdens. An inferior creature spawned from the same race that had for decades, secretly instilled fear into him.
"Damn it all!" He shot up from his chair. His purple glow amplified while a shimmering light consumed the room.
"Settle down Frieza!" Cold gave his son a stern face that any father would give his ill-behaved child. "This is no time for a childish tantrum!"
Frieza's bitter outburst continued for another second or two before the dazzling effects of his stunt vanished and the burning rage that engulfed his face fizzled out. "Very well father, I shall fill you in." He sat back down knowing full well that spoiling his relationship with his father had a track record of yielding an unfavorable outcome.
After taking a moment to indulge in some of the luscious delicacies laid out before him, he began talking. All the way from his hunt for the Dragon Balls leading him to that miserable Planet Namek, to his encounter with that detestable Super Saiyan; he told his father everything.
Cold furrowed his brow and locked his eyes straight ahead. "Any fool who dare commits such heinous crimes against our clan will be punished with immeasurable torment." He let out a soft grunt before taking a sip of wine. "So how do you plan on proceeding from here?"
"It's simple, we head to that pitiful dump Earth that he calls home and slaughter him in cold blood."
"I presume you plan on blowing up the planet?" Cold asked.
"No, I intend on showing up personally and torturing his filthy allies." Frieza angled his glass towards his face. "He'll be burdened with the misery of finding their corpses lying around right before he meets his own fate."
Cold narrowed his eyes. "Without a day of training, you expect a different outcome." He set his glass down and sighed. "Those shards of scrap metal haven't granted you the power necessitated to exact your revenge against a creature who gains power with each battle."
"I refuse to invest my blood sweat and tears into fighting an ape." Frieza downed the last bit of wine left in his glass. "Why the hell should I, Frieza, have to go above and beyond to do something as simple as taking out the trash?"
"I would hardly consider a month's worth of training a chore," Cold said sarcastically, watching one of the wolves refill his son's empty glass with a generous amount of wine. "Have you forgotten how quickly our kind can advance?"
Frieza rested his chin on his hand and shifted his eyes away from his father; obviously trying to avoid eye contact along with the discussion itself.
"Think about it. It's the most logical route."
Frieza began tapping his finger on the table, his chin still resting on his other hand. After remaining silent for another minute, he assumed an upright posture. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to proceed with caution." He stuck his chest out a tad bit and tilted his head back. "Being the prodigy that I am, surpassing an ape should be an effortless endeavor anyway."
"It's settled then." Cold glanced at the trio of wolves that were guarding the entrance. "This barren wasteland will be an ideal location for you to reach your milestones." He snickered. "So how about it son? Why not warm up by exterminating these pests?"
"Haha, oh father, you're too much." Frieza barely held in his menacing laughter. He began ambling around the table, eying the wolves at the entrance with a malevolent grin smeared on his face. "Shall we get started?"
Within seconds, the tyrant appeared in front of one of the helpless creatures, and speared his hand right through his heart.
Angered, one of the other wolves threw a punch in retaliation. Without even a subtle hint of concern, the tyrant dodged and countered by wrapping his metallic tail around the canine's neck. He formed a wicked grin as he slowly suffocated his victim to death.
When he saw another grunt running towards him, he decided it was time to show these fools just who they were dealing with. He turned his head and allowed his foe to land a direct hit on his face. Unsurprisingly, the punch inflicted zero damage, and the attacker was crippled with a broken hand.
"Now what say we even them out?" Frieza swiftly grabbed the wolf's other hand and crushed every bone with a simple grasp.
Overwhelmed by unbearable pain, the canine fell to his knees and howled.
Frieza put his hand out an inch away from the crippled henchmen's face. "Die." Without thinking twice, he blasted the wolf's head off. "Ha, quite satisfying indeed." He tossed the decapitated corpse on the floor like a child who was finished playing with a large stuffed toy.
"Now then, shall we head out for the grand finale?" Cold asked. "You're going to need an ample amount of space to get the most out of your training."
"Yes," Frieza said. With a quick blink of his eye, he created a devastating explosion that reduced the entire palace into a pile of rubble.
The two tyrants stood around in what was once the planet's finest building, and watched the inhabitants of the doomed world rushing at them from afar.
Frieza cackled as both he and his father took off into the air. "Now, let the glorious onslaught of chaos commence!" He viciously bolted into the crowd of warriors with his blinding speed. Without even batting an eye, he slaughtered his way through the planet's last line of defense, until the entire race was driven to extinction.
"Phenomenal performance my son. Now on to business…"