Age 764, on Planet Frieza 89
The men were restless. The impossible had happened.
"Captain! I can no longer pick up a signal from Lord Frieza's ship! Long range sensors also cannot trace his lordship's energy anymore.", a green alien with a banana-shaped head working on the sensor console uttered.
"This has to be some kind of system malfunction. Trace King Cold!", the caped captain demanded.
The computer ran a search.
"Same thing sir. We can't locate him either.", the officer said with disbelief in his voice.
"Are you telling me that Lord Frieza and King Cold are dead?!"
"I'm not claiming anything, sir! But the system checks out, all sensors and instruments are in working order."
It didn't take long for the news to spread around the base. Slowly but surely panic started to erupt. The Frieza Force was without guidance and chaos took hold among the ranks.
"Sir, fighting is breaking out all over the planet! It's an insurrection!", the security chief said.
"They are rebelling.", the captain realized.
"What uh... what do we do sir?"
"This is a rare opportunity. Think about it! Frieza is gone! We could be free for the first time since enslavement!"
The soldiers and officers surrounding him seemed to weigh their options but eventually agreed to rise up and fight for freedom. At that moment, the communications officer received something.
"Captain. I have an urgent message here from Commander Sorbet! He wants all planets to report in immediately."
"Ha! Let him ramble on for as long as he wants. I'm not listening to him and neither will you. This is now a free world!"
Suddenly, two doctors entered the room, pushing what appeared to be a large rectangular storage container.
"Sir, what do you want us to do with this now?", one of them asked.
The captain knew what this was. He was the only one other than them on the base allowed to.
"Open it!", he ordered.
Once the reinforced metal container was forced open, it revealed a round cylinder inside, which in turn was also reinforced with metal.
"Let me handle this.", the captain said, walking up to the cylinder and putting in his security code. He was the only one with access for the lock.
With a beeping sound confirming his input, the metal receded, now showing what lay beneath. It was a large, clear pod, filled with a green liquid. Something had been kept inside.
"What... what is that thing?!", the second officer muttered.
"This? It's about to be dead.", the captain replied, beholding the thing inside.
"It looks just like Lord Frieza."
"They are of the same kind, that's for sure. That's why we are going to dispose of it!"
"Is it... alive?", one of the soldiers asked, peering into the tube.
"It most certainly is. Why do you think it was so well hidden and protected?"
"Can we even destroy it?", the security chief demanded to know.
"We have to try. We can't allow another one of these things to take control if it ever wakes up. Men, aim your weapons!"
Every single one of the dozen soldiers in the room brought their arm cannons to bear and charged them up after everyone had moved to a safe distance from their target.
"Fire!"
The pod was blasted to bits instantly, with explosions shaking the building. After several seconds of a constant barrage, they had ceased their fire again. When the smoke cleared, the floor was full of glass shards and puddles of the green liquid that once housed in the pod. Their target, however, remained entirely untouched and now laid on the floor in front of them.
"It... it looks just like Lord Frieza!", one of the men uttered in panic.
On the floor laid a creature with striking similarity to Frieza himself. It's overall shape and size matched almost exactly. It's dark blue skin was in places protected by a white armor of bone and red highlights dotted the shoulders and head which had horns on it. It was awake and unharmed apart from a few scuff marks. It's piercing green eyes now locked with those of the captain.
"Shoot it again!", he shouted in terror.
But before his men could follow the order, their target had gotten up and started defending itself. One by one, it flung its attackers into the walls and ceiling, doing so with frightening ease, its movements too fast for the captain to follow. Moments later, he was the only one left standing. He took a scouter reading, as his enemy underwent a horrifying transformation before his very eyes.
"That can't be?! 480,000 and rising?!", the captain realized in shock, the ground trembling below him.
Then, with a quick beam attack hitting him dead-on, he had also been disposed of, his scouter falling to the ground.