Frieza opened his eyes. The operating table… had it all been a dream?
"Success!" Kold's scientists beamed around him, their faces filled with joy. He sat up.
"Be careful, Sire." That warning again… Frieza looked cautiously at the alien man that had spoken to him.
"Where's…" Damn, what was her name…? "Bulma." He soon remembered. "Where's Bulma?"
"Bulma?" the man looked at him in confusion. "Forgive me, Sire… I don't know what that is."
Frieza closed his eyes, sighing in relief. Yes. It had been a dream. That horrible chain of events hadn't been real. This was reality.
"Oh." One of the other scientists piped up. He looked at his colleague. "That's the name of King Vegeta's wife." He turned his eyes to Frieza. "Don't worry Sire, she wasn't harmed. She was just unconscious for a few minutes, that's all. She's back on Planet Vegeta now – she sends her regards."
"What…" Frieza opened his eyes again, his heart stopping. What the hell…? "Explain!" he barked angrily, the confusion already plaguing his head again. "What do you mean by 'Planet Vegeta'?"
"Oh, she went there using the dimension traveller, it's so much quicker than using space pods." The scientist smiled. "She managed to fix it – you've been out for quite some time, Sire. Unfortunately we still haven't found the course of your memory loss but I can assure you –"
"Dimension traveller?" Frieza looked at him. Just what was one of those? His head began to hurt… he still needed sleep.
"Yes, Sire…" the scientist replied cautiously. "You know… it allows you and Queen Yasa to travel between dimensions… or to other parts of this universe. It works quicker if you're already in your universe's equivalent of your destination, but… either way, it's still a much easier way to travel."
"And…" Frieza mumbled, rubbing his aching head. "Planet Vegeta…?"
"Is the native plant of the saiyans, Sire. It's under the rule of King Vegeta II."
"Second…?" Vegeta. PrinceVegeta was a king? That meant his father must be dead… so at least something was right here.
Frieza stared into space for a moment, absorbing the information. This 'dimension traveller'… if it could take people out of this universe, could it bring them in? Bulma did say it had malfunctioned… Had he woken up in another dimension? One where Vegeta was king and living outside of Frieza's ship, and Planet Vegeta was still in existence… just what had his alternate self been doing over here? He looked at the scientist.
"And are the saiyans under my control?"
"Well…" the scientist shifted a little, uncomfortable at the question. "I suppose, My Lord… you are the strongest in the universe." He looked at Frieza. "But King Vegeta runs his own planet; you have quite an even working relationship."
"The saiyans are my allies…" Frieza mumbled to himself.
"Yes. Naturally." The scientist nodded. Frieza sighed. This was horseshit! He wanted to go home! Maybe if he went to Earth… what did that scientist say? The dimension traveller works quicker in the same location… if he went to Earth in this universe he could more easily go to Earth in his home dimension.
"Sire…" another minion piped up. "Would you like me to escort you to your wife? She arrived earlier today."
"How long was I out…?" Frieza replied, ignoring the question. The last person he wanted to see right now was his wife!
"Since yesterday afternoon, Sire." The man answered. "We kept you sedated to monitor you. Queen Bulma left yesterday evening, she was terribly worried about you."
"If she was that worried she would have stayed." Frieza retorted. He looked at the man. "I want to go to Earth." he stepped off the bed. "Change course immediately!"
"Uh…" Frieza frowned in annoyance as the scientists' faces fell.
"Well?" he hissed. "Is there a problem?"
"We…" one of them mumbled. "We have strict orders from your father… not to let you go anywhere until you get your memory back."
"What?"
Frieza watched them crumble in fear at his anger. They were such pathetic creatures… he had half a mind to kill every one of them in one blast! In fact, that was a good idea…
"Are you saying you are going to disobey me…?" Frieza's lips formed into a smirk as he approached the scientist. He could already smell the man's fear…
"N-no Sire…" the man whimpered, his body shaking. "But you must understand – we work for your father, we have to obey him over –"
"Ah, how loyal of you." Frieza watched as the man stepped backwards, trying to get away from him. He glanced at the man's name tag. Koba. What a ridiculous name!
Koba pressed his back against the wall, trapping himself before Frieza. He glanced around, and realising he had nowhere left to run looked mercifully into Frieza's eyes.
"Please Sire…"
"Mm?" Frieza's tail waved behind him; the other scientists watched in horror, terrified of what was to come.
"Your… your wife would like to see you." Koba stammered.
"Glaca?" Frieza spat. "I don't want to see that woman." God, he had only married her to produce an heir! If he never saw her again it would be too soon.
"N-no…" Koba shook his head. "Not her – Queen Yasa is here. She came as quickly as she could."
"Yasa?" Frieza growled. "I do not know any 'Yasa', what a ridiculous name!" he folded his arms. "Even if she is my wife I'm sure she is just as undesirable as Glaca. You can tell her I don't want to see her." another cold smirk formed across his lips. "But if you refuse to change course to Earth you won't get the chance to – none of you will!" he heard the other scientists gasp at his remark.
"Please, Sire!" they begged so pitifully.
"We're only following orders!"
"Hm…" Frieza fixed his eyes onto Koba. "Well, it's your last chance. Do what I say now or I guarantee you will experience a very painful death – and that goes for anyone who disobeys me." His eyes lit up at the sound of more quivering gasps from the group of scientists behind him. Ah, how he loved the sound of fear…
"S-Sire…" Koba closed his eyes tightly, holding his hands out in front of him. "Please – I'm begging you, don't –"
"Frieza."
Frieza looked up to see his father standing in the doorway. Kold did not look amused. He moved his eyes to Koba, glaring at him angrily.
"I told you to inform me when he wakes up!" he snapped. "Is there something wrong with your ears?"
"No!" Koba fell to his knees. "Forgive me, Kold-sama! He woke up so quickly we – and then he wanted to go to Earth and –"
"Oh, be quiet." Kold flung his tail out at Koba, cutting through his throat and into his voice box. Koba gagged and spluttered as the blood poured out of his throat before falling to his knees.
"Hm… Father, I wanted to do that." Frieza watched Koba in disappointment.
"Sorry." Kold shrugged, not sounding the least bit sincere. "How is your memory, Son?"
"Oh… it's still patchy." Frieza answered. "I'm struggling to remember certain people." Perhaps that was because they didn't exist in his universe! Still… he had to get to Earth. It was the fastest way home, and to that bastard monkey that had led him here! This was all Goku's fault!
"Don't worry about that for now." Kold soothed. "Come – let me take you to Yasa, she's waiting for you." Frieza sighed. Her again…
"I don't want to see Yasa!" he protested. "Father, I don't remember her! Just tell her to go home, would you?"
"But Son, she came all this way."
"I don't care!" Frieza snapped. "I don't know who she is; she can rot in hell as far as I'm concerned!"
"Hm." Kold uttered. "Well… if you want to tell her that you are welcome. I'm not going to."
"Why not?" Frieza looked at him in confusion.
"Frieza… Yasa has quite a temper. Don't you remember that?"
"No." Frieza gritted his teeth. Why would he ever marry a woman with a temper? The last thing he would ever want in a wife is someone that argued with him! Kold simply laughed.
"You're lucky." He chuckled. "Come on. Maybe she can jog your memory." He turned to leave the room, pulling Frieza after him with his tail. Frieza jumped out of the way of the limb, reluctantly following his father while the remaining scientists rushed around Koba in an attempt to save him.
Frieza remained silent as he followed Kold down the ship's corridors. Everything looked different somehow… newer. Great. Was he in the future too? How the hell did this happen…?
"Here." Kold stopped in front of a door. He looked down at Frieza, winking. "I'll let you two get reacquainted. Don't be too loud."
"What do you think we're going to do…?" Frieza mumbled as Kold turned to walk away. He didn't get a response. Kold already had his mind on whatever else was on the agenda. Typical… Frieza looked at the closed door, and sighed. Resentfully and begrudgingly he opened the door and entered the room.
It was a well decorated room – obviously reserved for Frieza and his family. A large four poster bed, wine cabinet, en-suite bathroom, beautifully decorated… and the back wall was simply a window allowing one to look out at the universe any time they pleased. It was a nice room, certainly… but wasn't holding Frieza's interests. He expected a room like this to be assigned to his family. What interested him the most was the figure that lay asleep in the bed. He slowly approached the figure, coming to a stop alongside it, standing just inches away from the bed. He looked down at her… A woman. That was to be expected. She was quite pretty – beautiful, in fact… well of course. He would never marry an ugly woman. There was one thing he didn't expect, however… she wasn't an Icejin. At least, she didn't look like one. Her skin was completely smooth, her head covered in thick black hair – it looked nice enough, but there were no signs of any horns. Frieza bent over her a little, closely studying her scalp. No. Definitely no horns. Her face had no markings; her skin was a colour he had never seen on any member of his race. A sort of darkish peace… not unlike Vegeta's, actually. How strange. She was certainly the strangest looking Icejin he had ever seen, why in the world would he marry a freak like this?
He pulled the covers back a little to further examine her body. She was wearing a tight black sports bra and a short tight black skirt. Presumably the rest of her clothes were around somewhere, she had only half undressed. Frieza looked over the shape of her figure – she was obviously a fighter. Her arms and stomach were muscular but not to such an extent that she no longer looked feminine – she obviously trained regularly, but was nicely toned. On any account, her breasts were big enough to make her look feminine no matter how much muscle she had! Her hips were quite wide too, further complimenting her figure, although she was certainly not an Icejin. Every inch of her skin was smooth – no scales, no markings, no change in colour… How strange. Why would he marry an alien? Furthermore, why would he marry an alien that can fight? That was the last thing he wanted in a wife!
He ran his eyes down her body again, enjoying the sight of her exposed flesh and the shape of her figure… then froze. His heart stopped. His blood turned to ice. She had a tail… a brown, furry tail, neatly tied around her waist. His lips turned dry. Oh… my… God!
"A monkey…?" he choked out, his stomach turning. God, he was going to be sick! "I… married a monkey?" he felt dizzy, his head began to spin… he knew what was coming. He closed his eyes and threw his tail behind his back to soften the blow.
Thud. He uttered a small sound as he fell backwards onto his tail, fainting gracefully.