Frieza panted heavily as he did push ups at 500 times normal gravity. He was in his final form, doing his best to get stronger. He heard the door open and the gravity went down. He looked over to see Sorbet walking toward him, looking nervous. Frieza sighed angrily and rolled over, sitting on the ground.
"What is it now?" he growled.
"W-Well, Lord Frieza, we have a problem," said Sorbet, "The Southern Galaxy has declared war on us."
"What?! Again?!" Frieza shouted angrily.
"Y-Yes, sire."
Frieza sighed deeply and got up, glaring out the window. He turned and walked toward the door.
"Where are you-"
"I need a drink!" he barked.
He slammed the door shut and stormed toward his chambers, the soldiers moving out of his way and bowing. He got to the room and poured himself a glass of wine. He took a drink and closed his eyes, trying to relax.
The stress was getting to him. If something like this happened with Cooler, he'd be fine with it, knowing they were at equal power levels. But this?! Being defeated by a mere Saiyan?!
He took a deep breath and glared out the window, thinking about the fight. The power. The pain. The first feeling of true fear. It made him murderous!
"L-Lord Frieza," Sorbet said as he walked into the room, "Are you feeling well?"
"I'm fine." he growled as he took another drink.
"Well, we need orders on the war." he said sternly.
"Can you give me at least an hour?!" he shouted angrily.
"Y-Yes, sire!"
Frieza felt his headache spike and rubbed the bridge of his nose, growling. Sorbet whimpered nervously and took a step forward.
"W-Whis is taking disciples," he suggested, "And recent discoveries show that he is Lord Beerus' trainer!"
Frieza went wide eyed and turned his head toward Sorbet slightly, "Sorbet, if you are lying to me, it's your head."
"No, Lord, of course not," he exclaimed, "He is taking trainees and I was thinking, maybe you'd like to join him!"
"Hm... fine, schedule a meeting in an hour," Frieza said with a smirk, "Thank you for telling me this."
Sorbet bowed and walked out of the room. Frieza sat down on his throne and finished his wine, setting it on the arm of the chair. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, relaxing.
He sat there for an hour, then a strange zipping sound caught his attention. His eyes snapped open and he saw Whis waving at him.
"So, you wanted to see me?" he asked happily.
"Yes, as you know, many years ago, I was defeated by Son Goku," he said sternly, "I would like you to train me, so I can finally get my needed revenge."
Whis smiled mischievously and nodded, "Of course... but are you sure about this?"
Frieza nodded, "Yes, is there a problem?"
"No! Of course not," he said happily, "But you'd have to resign your throne."
Frieza went wide eyed and sat up quickly, "Why?!"
"I hear you are at war with the Southern Galaxy," he said, his smile fading, "We'd be training all week except for Sundays and you couldn't command an entire empire while training."
Frieza groaned and sighed angrily, "F... Fine."
"Alright! I shall see you tomorrow!" Whis said before disappearing.
Frieza's eyes narrowed as he thought about this. He had a strange feeling... as if Whis was up to something. He brushed it off and sighed.
"Sorbet! GET IN HERE!" he shouted.
Sorbet stumbled in and bowed.
"You're in charge again." Frieza hissed.
"W-What?" Sorbet stuttered.
Frieza sighed deeply and leaned his elbow on the arm of the chair, resting his chin in his hand.
"I'm resigning my throne." he growled.
"WHAT?!" Sorbet shouted in surprise.
"I have to train with Whis and I won't have time to manage an empire this big." he said firmly.
"B-But-"
"No further words, you are in charge until I return!" he barked.
Sorbet stared then glared at the ground, "Yes, sire."
Frieza took a deep breath and got up, "If my empire goes to ruin while I'm gone thanks to you, I'll make sure you and your entire family get into hell!"
