Frieza's Death…?
Frieza had been defeated. He couldn't believe that the Saiyan known as Kakarrot, a third class warrior, had beaten him. As Frieza's upper body slowly drifted off into the pitch blackness of the universe, he closed his eyes and wondered if this was the last time that he would ever be alive.
(FLASHBACK)
"I'll teach you…You stupid Saiyan…That I, the all powerful Frieza, shall NOT be destroyed by the likes of you…Because…I am mighty…And you…Are NOT…" Frieza stated as Goku was flying away. "DIE YOU SAIYAN!" And with that, Frieza gathered enough energy to form a blast strong enough to take out the third class. As Goku noticed the huge blast of energy coming towards him, he realized that Frieza would never change. "YOU FOOL!" Screamed Goku as he fired one of his Kamehameha Waves at the tyrant. Frieza noticed the wave of energy coming towards him and let out a blood curdling scream. 'How can this be…' Frieza thought, shocked.
(END OF FLASHBACK)
"That…..Monkey…..Will…Pay…" Frieza managed to groan as he flew through space.
A circular spaceship similar to Frieza's was heading toward Planet Namek, or rather, WHERE it had been. "Your Majesty…" A soldier nervously started. "There is nothing left of Planet Namek. It has been destroyed. And well…uhh…ahem…Well, there is no sign of Lord Frieza." King Cold turned to look down at the soldier. King Cold was Frieza's father and he could not believe that his son was gone. There was an obvious resemblance between King Cold and Frieza. Except that Cold was much, MUCH larger in size, possibly about 8 feet. With his light purple skin, dark colored lips, and oversized muscles, the soldier had a reason to be nervous. "I'm very disappointed in you, Captain. I sense that you have lost faith in my son. That he could not have survived a blast such as that one." King Cold said as he turned to face an oval-shaped window, his long cape flowing as he did. "I'll tell you, my son is the most powerful being in the Universe and I will not stand for this. So please…Do go and find him, won't you?" Cold said in a somewhat begging tone. "W-We are trying everything we can, Sire! But…It seems impossible…We might just have to-!"
The soldier was interrupted by a massive hand that grabbed his suit by the collar and hoisted him off of the ground. "To WHAT? Give up on my son?" King Cold brought the soldiers face only inches apart and spat in the soldiers face. "So you're telling me that my son is forever LOST?" "N-No sir! I-I-I'm just saying-!" The soldier never got to finish his sentence. Cold growled loudly and threw the soldier at the nearest wall. As the soldier hit the floor, the rest of the crew gaped in horror. The grounded soldier had not moved. And so, therefore, he was dead. Lifeless. King Cold glared darkly at the one who defied his son. He turned to face the rest of the terrified crew and shouted. "Is there anybody else…That denies my son's life?" The crew stood there, frozen with horror.
Until the beeping of the radar caught all of their attention.