Restored Planet Vegeta
– King's Palace –
Bardock, for the life of him, could not understand what had just happened, and what had ultimately caused him and several others to suddenly appear in a cluster around King Vegeta's palace, him with both his wife and squadron as they looked around.
"What just happened?" Tora said. "We were in Hell just a few minutes ago."
"Unless they decided to change the décor, I'm pretty sure this is Planet Vegeta." Fasha said, purple eyes casting itself around herself as she felt her body.
"Wow, it really is." Gine said, looking to the palace and loosing a breath of surprise. "But how? It's been destroyed for over forty years now. How are we all alive?"
Their questions were hardly unique to them; all around them, the Saiyans murmured amongst themselves, curious, shocked, and confused about why the majority of them had suddenly been revived, when for so long they'd been perishing in Hell for their collective misdeeds, these sentiments shared by those who'd been virtuous enough to go to Heaven.
"Everyone." A man's voice called out, his voice reaching out far enough to reach their ears loud and clear. "I'm sure most of you are confused right now - please stay calm. I'm a Saiyan as well; or, rather, a hybrid. I've used mystical powers to go about reviving all of you. The reason being that Emperor Frieza too has been revived recently."
He looked to the Saiyans before him, seeing a sea of men, women, children and elderly alike looking up at him, many having raven black hair in spiky locks, tails wrapped around their waists like belts, not all of them wearing the armor indicative of the Frieza Force.
"For those of you who don't know, Frieza is the one responsible for your planet's original destruction. Since then, he's been defeated by my father, a Saiyan named Kakarot, my father."
Bardock's eyes widened, as did his friends and Gine, them all collectively looking at each other with surprise at this information, all wondering the same thing, if Bardock's call to send Kakarot off had yielded such fruit, though many others still seemed to be looking up to the hybrid with their undivided attention.
"Right now, Frieza is much more powerful than he was then, and he's gathering allies in his army with just as much power as he has, if not even more. My father, Prince Vegeta, and I are all individually very powerful, but if Frieza's gathering such powerful people for his army, it could turn out badly. You might be afraid of Frieza's power, of the tyranny he imposes, but through my father, I've learned how to bring out great powers that can make you stronger than you can even imagine... But I won't force any of you to join this fight, if you're not willing to trust me. I've done this for a universe without Frieza's tyranny plaguing it. If you wish to live your lives on this planet, I will not stop you. If you try to go about continuing your space pirate culture, however, then I will be forced to stop you - any means necessary."
His words were firm, and, for the most part, they seemed to be silent.
It wasn't long before someone spoke up, challenging him, "If you're so strong, why don't you prove it to us? How do we know we can trust you?"
There came a clamoring of other responses, some echoing this sentiment, others questioning how he thought they could take on an army with people far stronger than Frieza had been in the past, drowning out one another in comprehensibility, and Gohan watched as, among them, a group of Saiyans floated up to him, his eyes narrowing as they floated up in the air before him.
"Come on, fight me!"
"Fight all of us if you're so sure of yourself!"
Gohan closed his eyes, then nodded, floating up and moving closer to them.
"Are there any moons nearby?" Gohan asked them. "It might be useful to show you, if that's how you feel."
Frieza's Spaceship
Amidst the recesses of space, Frieza stood with his red eyes gazing out into the expanses laid out before him, the pair of sliding doors at the entrance to the room opening.
"Lord Frieza, we've located the planet you've been searching for." A scout spoke as he came inside, him turning to look to him, before smiling.
"I hope for your sake that you aren't mistaken." He said, sitting upon his floating throne.
"We've contacted the man that you described. He said that he's here to hear what you have to say." The scout replied, looking as he saw a tall, pale blue skinned man with a strange hairdo, a pompadour that reached over a foot high, him giving a smile.
"Hello Frieza. You sent for me?"
"Yes. You're the one attending to Beerus, correct?" Frieza said. "I have a query to ask of you."
"A query, you say? Whatever could it be?" Whis asked, his smile remaining through his curiosity.
"If possible, I would like to become the God of Destruction for Universe 7." Frieza informed him with a confident smile.
A/N: Sorry that this chapter's so short, I feel like I could've put this one with the first chapter, but at least I can get the ball rolling with this.