DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DBZ OR ANY OF IT'S CHARACTERS! (JUST REMEMBERED TO PUT THIS IN XD)

A/N - For those of you who just found this story and want to read the more 'letsnotmeet' stories, just go straight to chapter 7. There's gonna be more of those coming soon. Thank you!

Activity on the base of PF-79 was gradually dying down as the artificial cycle on dialled down into what would be seen as evening. The thousands of soldiers stationed there all moved from their stations, abandoning their duties for the day. Some headed immediately to their own-base abodes, lining the residential streets. Others took to the various restaurants for some dinner and others just milled around to pass the time.

There was one person who didn't care to move at any time soon. No, he quite enjoyed reclining in his throne, sipping on pink-red wine with a regal air. There was no need for him to hurry off anywhere, because everything that occurred in these domed areas were centred around him specifically. The universe was centred around him, actually; he was the one and only Lord Frieza, Emperor of the Universe. He sipped on his wine in reflection of the day; today had been one of the better days for him. He had successfully negotiated with another planet, thus annexing the race of people into his widespread army.

And, by 'negotiate', he meant he'd managed to get them to see the treaty his way, for fear of the entire genocide of their people. Aside from that, he'd managed to sell of two more planets to ludicrously high bidders, raking in a whopping 1.2 billion zeni in total. His planets weren't cheap, that's for sure, and stakes were at an all-time high for an accommodating, sustainable planet these days. And, to add to his marvellous business repertoire, today had gone by so smoothly that, for once, he was in a pleasant mood. And he didn't even have to kill anyone to achieve this.

He sighed, a contented sound that was as rare as his good moods. In the solitude of his lavish throne room, set apart from the Main Base, he found himself being more contemplative than usual. He was no stranger to thinking – no, he was always thinking, but it was in the pure silence that he found himself wondering on things he hadn't in years. Things like his home planet, Arcos, his family, his past conquests (okay those aren't strange), and he found himself relatively at peace. "So, this is what it's like to be relaxed," he mused, looking into his glass with a quirked brow. "Feels good, I must admit; however, knowing how history has a way of repeating itself, I daresay this peace would not last long."

And he was right, because just five minutes later, Dodoria came bursting into the room. He was breathing hard, sweating as though he ran a marathon, the spikes adorning his pink bulbous body glistening with sweat. The overlord grimaced at his second top henchman's appearance, and he couldn't help but wonder what had possessed him to just rush in here. "Lord Frieza, I'm here," he greeted with a low bow. The overlord pursed his lips, his blood red eyes looking over the thick warrior. "Yes Dodoria, I can see that," he drawled with a bored tone. "I'm sorry I took so long; I had some paper work I had to wrap up," the man apologized, approaching the throne where the small being sat.

Frieza paused as he was about to take another swig of his beverage, the glass barely touching his dark lips. He looked at his henchmen, tilting his head in confusion. "I'm sorry, what was that?" "I was apologizing for being late-" "Late for what?" he asked, not comprehending what the giant bubble gum swab was going on about. Now it was Dodoria's turn to appear bewildered. "Um, you told me to meet you here, sir." Lord Frieza just appeared even more perplexed. "What are you talking about? I never told you to come in here." Dodoria blinked, looking as though his lord had gone mad.

"Yes you did, when you came into my office earlier. You said it was important." "Dodoria I honestly have no clue what you speak of. I've been in here for a good part of the evening now. I never went to you." The pink magenta alien's face scrunched up in scrutiny; Frieza wasn't one to play jokes, and he had seemed quite serious about it when he came into his office just half an hour ago. How could he forget? Or, maybe somehow he was remembering it wrong? He didn't know anymore and saw that the tyrant was looking at him as though he were the crazy one. Embarrassed, he stuttered an apology and quickly exited the room.

Well that was most bizarre… He knew the big alien to confuse things all the time, but what would make him think he wanted to see him? And how did he possibly see him when he'd been in there the entire time? He did not know and, quite frankly he did not care either. Whatever mix-up it was that occurred it was hardly worth his attention.

The next day however, something strange happened. He was in his official office early that morning, skimming through the large work tablet where he stored information on prospective planets for sale, what assets they possessed as well as picture files of said planets. The morning had started off normal enough and he wasn't expecting anyone to come and see him, since both Zarbon and Dodoria were meant to oversee payment issues with the purge teams and to do updates on the logs and gross rates. So when he heard the large glass pane door swing open, he was annoyed. He looked up to see Captain Ginyu entering the room. Captain Ginyu was the leader of his greatest band of mercenaries, the Ginyu Force, and the two shared a form of camaraderie over the years.

However, when the horned purple warrior stepped in and saw him, he took on a look of surprise, as though he didn't expect him to be in his own office. He stared for a moment before quickly bowing. Then, still looking quite puzzled, the powerful mercenary glanced up at his boss. "Erm, Lord Frieza, did you change your mind or something?" Frieza watched him, perturbed by this question. "What?" he asked, placing his tablet down on his enormous desk. Standing straight, Ginyu went on to explain himself, but, what he was saying made no sense to him. Apparently, he had ran into Ginyu sometime before going to his office to work, and he had asked the warrior to retrieve his work tablet for him, the same tablet that he had just been using. Though that wasn't entirely strange, as sometimes he would do his work somewhere other than his office… he had not bumped into Ginyu at all that morning. In fact, aside from Zarbon, he had not seen anyone, and he had gone straight to his office.

Upon hearing that, the purple man seemed unsure. "Err, are you sure, sir?" "Of course I'm sure! I'd remember telling you something like that!" the diminutive being snapped impatiently. "Yea but… I'm sure it was you I saw, and I'm very sure you told me to get it…" He stopped when he saw the glare that was being sent his way. Catching himself, he appeased the situation by saying it may have been some weird misunderstanding, no disrespect intended, and he was soon gone.

Frieza was left with his own thoughts on this strange visit. First Dodoria, now Ginyu was talking nonsense? Why would he tell someone to fetch something for him if he was going to be in that particular area anyway? He sighed, rubbing a hand on his forehead to ease the growing headache that was making itself known, and decided to focus on his work. Whatever foolishness was going on he was sure it'd die down soon… but it didn't.

Over the next few weeks, the situation escalated. Soon, a lot of the men on the base began reporting seeing him in the most random places at times where he was nowhere near the alleged place of the sighting; others claimed that he gave them certain orders when he did no such thing. There even had to be a recall of a few squads who were dispatched for missions, missions that he DID NOT authorize or even know about. Even Zarbon began showing up at times when he wasn't called or sent for. He knew for certain that he was not as absentminded as to forget things like that. Now, he was actually concerned about these goings-on. Why were so many people claiming to see him in places when he was somewhere completely different at the same time? Why were there so many orders being sent out without him having any knowledge of it? And why in the universe were there so many defunct missions, when he never even gave the word? What was going on?

Initially he had actually thought that this may have some elaborate prank on behalf of the soldiers; maybe they were trying to mess with him. But, the looks of bafflement on everyone's faces, and the blaring fact that no one would dare try to play a joke on this level on him, (not if they wanted to live another day) made him doubt that theory almost immediately. And, it was unlikely that everyone would be in on the ruse and would actually be willing to work together to accomplish this. Something very weird was going on, and he did not know who or what was causing it and it was driving him mad. Then, about a month after all of this began something extremely unbelievably creepy and daunting happened, and this time he believed it, because it happened right before his eyes…

It was during the 'night' on base and he was alone in his quarters. He was just sipping on his wine as he did, laying on one L shaped couch. Today was the first in a while where no mysterious things happened; everyone went about their duties, doing what they were supposed to do and what he knew they were supposed to be doing. Once again he began to relax and had figured that the entire thing had been some awful communication skills at play. He could not think of any other explanation, and for now, he was pleased with that solution.

His private apartment was located in the Elite Quarters, which was a sectioned off area on the base where he, his top men, the Ginyus and those of high order resided while on-planet. The way how his place was set up, there were two floors, the entire second floor was his bedroom and bath area, and the downstairs was where he had his own kitchen, sitting/recline room and various pocket rooms where he kept different things. The couch he was currently utilizing was facing the door, which allowed him to see into the enclosed hallway outside. The door was opened and he was laying down in a way that he was looking right out the door.

Then, he heard a loud ding further down the hall, alerting him that someone had just entered the EQ. There was a monitor placed in everyone's personal quarters so they'd all know if someone was leaving or entering. Since only certain people were even able to get in, he didn't think much of it and continued to drink. After a few minutes, he heard the notifying ding go off again and, once more, he thought it was just someone from the Ginyu Force. But then, just seconds later, he heard it again. He groaned. "What are those fools doing, playing with the monitor like that?" Really, he had a bunch of children around him. He got up with a huff, sitting now and glanced down at the wine in his hand.

No need to rebuke the trouble makers on a dry throat. Just as he lifted the glass to his lips, he happened to glance at his door, and saw something that made him drop his glass, spilling the wine on the velvet carpet. There, standing right in the doorway, was him… another him. They looked exactly alike, from the shiny black horns to the three-talon toes. The only difference was that this other Frieza's eyes were now glowing, and had an evil smile on his face as he stared the real Frieza down. Words could not describe the shock he was feeling at seeing himself; he literally felt his breath get caught in his throat. Then, this other Frieza just zapped, literally zapped down the hall. The real Frieza was quick to jump to his feet and launched himself at the door to see where the impostor ran off too… but the second Frieza was nowhere to be seen. There weren't any doors in this hallway aside from the door he was now looking out of, so there was nowhere for him to hide.

He had vanished into thin air… Feeling as though his legs were reduced to Jell-O, he walked back over to where he'd been and grabbed up his scouter. He practically screamed into the thing when he ordered Zarbon and Dodoria to find themselves in his apartment immediately. They came and he frantically told them about his look-alike and how he had got away; the Ginyus were alerted and a thorough search was conducted of the entire EQ. It came up empty and, a full-scale search of the entire planet was launched. But no one ever saw the ghostly version of the emperor again, and nobody knows for sure who or what had been impersonating Lord Frieza for an entire month…

Hmm... dopplegangers anyone? Lol I'm really bored and this is giving me something to do; at the end of each chapter I'll disclose what the entity in each story is. Hope you guys enjoyed this first installment. :)