Tygat was eventually delivered. It took all of Frieza's will not to give the Saiyan king a good tongue lashing. If he got carried away, he may let something slip. As far as King Vegeta knew, Frieza hadn't heard anything about his rebellion. Still, this Saiyan and his ideas of rebellion were getting on his last nerve. Something needed to be done. He couldn't let his control slip for an instant. Being defeated by a group of worthless maggots would be utterly humiliating. He had to win this battle.

The idea of a rebellion had always frightened Frieza. He wasn't naturally a very paranoid person. You don't need to be when you're one of the strongest beings in the galaxy. Ever since encountering the Saiyans, however, rebellion had been in the back of his mind. The Saiyans were an extremely proud people who prided themselves on their strength. While being mediocre compared to his own, there was a famous legend he had heard that unnerved him. The legend of the Super Saiyan.


"We have Planet Vegeta under our control now, sir," Zarbon said. He had a smug, satisfied grin on his face as he approached. Frieza breathed a sigh of relief. It had been ten days since their arrival, and the Saiyans weren't the easiest race to negotiate with.

"It's about time. You'd never think a group of worms would give us this much trouble," Frieza replied. Zarbon shifted his eyes away from Frieza's face cautiously, as though he knew something that would contradict what his commander had just said. Frieza sensed this. "What is it, Zarbon?"

"Nothing," he said, quickly shaking his head. "Just some of the locals have a legend. It was quite entertaining, but it was nothing but a legend."

"Perhaps I should hear this legend then," Frieza said, raising an eyebrow. "What's got you worried? Tell me." Frieza made his voice sound sharp. It wasn't a request, it was a command.

"The Saiyan legend says that every three thousand years, a Super Saiyan emerges. They say his power is so great that even he can't control it," Zarbon tried to make his voice sound bored and unimpressed, but he was doing a pitiful job.

"And the story of an all powerful monkey has you worried?" Frieza laughed. "Really, Zarbon, that shouldn't be anything to worry about." Frieza turned his attention from Zarbon. He was anything but calm on the inside. Perhaps trying to negotiate with the Saiyans was a mistake. If a Super Saiyan emerged, he could possibly be defeated. He knew he'd have to keep close watch on them if he intended to stay alive.


Naturally, it would be just his luck to end up fighting a Super Saiyan. He now had the confidence that he could easily overpower the worm, but he may have a difficult time doing so. He couldn't appear weak to any of his peoples, so fighting a Super Saiyan was out of the question. At first, Frieza had believed that the Saiyans were too stupid to attempt such a feat as becoming a Super Saiyan. As time wore on, however, he saw how foolish his assumption had been.

Now that his fears of rebellion had been confirmed, he had to act quickly and he had to act wisely. He hadn't known about the Saiyans' underground tunnel system. He hadn't known that the Saiyans would see him coming. He cursed at himself for not just blowing up the whole miserable planet. He had only attacked the surface because he wanted to continue to use Vegeta as a base. How his men had operated there without noticing the refugee Saiyans was beyond him. Sometimes he forgot how stupid his men were.

He knew that Planet Vegeta required his attentions soon, but he knew he couldn't risk letting King Vegeta know. Once Vegeta was out of the way, the miserable monkeys were going to suffer. He wasn't going to kill them all at once. No, this time he was going to let himself have a little fun. Maybe make sport out of it. He'd already begun to turn one Saiyan against her own kind. Maybe he'd let Verspa kill some of her own people. The fool Bardock was no doubt, still alive. Dodoria had failed to exterminate him when he had the chance. It boggled Frieza how the unintelligent worm was able to warn his people in time. It was even more baffling that they listened to him. This Bardock presented one of the greatest threats. He was ever increasing in strength, not that Bardock's power level was anywhere close to his. Still, the legend of the Super Saiyan crept back into his mind time and time again when he thought of the monkey. He had to be stopped.

He swished his wine around in his glass. Things would fall together. They always did. For a moment, he contemplated asking Cooler for help. He quickly shrugged off the idea, realizing that it would make him look weak. Besides, Cooler never really had a particularly close relationship with Frieza. Frieza had never really liked his brother, and he certainly wasn't going to share a triumph like this with Cooler. It wasn't like a group of monkeys was any problem for Frieza to handle on his own. They probably weren't even elites. He could squash them all under his foot.

He sighed. Time. He needed to take his time. Slow suffering is the worst suffering.

A small smile crept to his lips as he entertained these thoughts. He licked his black lips slowly, the taste of wine still heavy upon them. Watching the Saiyan race slowly die out would be quite an amusing spectacle, which was just what he needed. Life was becoming monotonous once again, and Frieza knew there was nothing quite like the thrill of slaughtering an entire race.