Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z; I wish I did though…
"I can't take it anymore… I have to go. Not now, but soon."
My name is Cathleen Waylon and these are my last hours…
"I won't let it happen again…"
I don't belong here… I never did. I just hope, when I wake up, things will be simple again…
"… he was just some stupid monkey…"
After planet Namek exploded, the remains of Frieza drifted in space while his father goes searching for him.
"My own attack…"
It has been almost three days since Cathleen wrote her note. It is the night before her stepfather would come home. She detested the sick bastard cop. He took advantage of her while her mother and father were still going through their divorce. Cathleen was considering staying. Since the incident, she's been through the hospitals, the interrogation rooms, the courts being humiliated in front of her family and having her personal life peeled and exposed all over the media. She had nothing left to hope for, her fear had been eating at itself for a long time.
"It's time to bleed on the outside…" she held the knife in her hand and looked at it, took a deep breath and shut her eyes tight…
King Cold had found his son among the remains, if any, of Planet Namek. He was immediately brought to the medical wing…
"Shit! Hurry, were losing him…" Frieza flat- lined as he and several scientists entered the operating room. Some doctors attached him to a de-fibulator … boom… nothing… boom… still nothing.
"C'mon, just once more…" boom… "We have a pulse." The scientist continued to work on Frieza repairing and replacing his missing body parts with mechanical ones. Until they were finally finished…
"She's going to be fine Mrs. Waylon, it's a good thing she only cut one wrist…" the doctor reassured her.
"How soon 'till she wakes up?"
"She'll probably be up in a few hours, but let her rest for now. Um, we had to contact the police…"
"What for, why… you don't think that Rob is the cause of this…"
"No, but we did find this in her pant pocket."
"What is it?"
"It's a suicide note… it's addressed to you…"
Cathleen felt different now… the air was cool and smelt like blood, she wondered if she was still at home bleeding in bed or in the hospital. She opened her eyes, was greeted by a cruel light, and rested a hand on her head… an icy cold hand. Cathleen panicked and tried to sit up, but her body was so heavy.
"Take it easy my lord…" rushed one of the doctors.
"Lord? … my voice, what happened… where am I…? "
"My lord, please lay back down and rest." The doctor motioned the other, "Give him gas…" (A/N)
King Cold barged into the operating room, "What's the meaning of this! What has happened to my son?"
"My lord, it would seem Lord Frieza is in shock…"
"My son, in shock? Surely, you have a better explanation than that."
"Yes sire, however, it would be safe to consider-"
"Consider yourself expendable if you don't find out what's happening to my son!"
"Yes, sire…"
Frieza felt soft and warm around him and thought about his chambers and his harem… but there was a sickly smell in the air. He opened his eyes and sat up feeling incredibly light. Bunches of Earthlings rush towards him.
"Stop! I demand to know where I am!" This voice…
He rushed to the mirror across the room and saw something he'd like to add to his collection…
"Cathleen, now I'd like you to rest. You're mother will be here in a few minutes…" the doctor said trying to motion her to the bed.
Frieza thought he'd play along for a while to get some information…
Ha! With this new body, maybe I could find those brats from Namek and destroy them…
A/N: okey… about the gas thing, be serious and… I'll try to update as often as possible…