Author's Note: Its been a while, mostly due to the fact that my lovely laptop crashed and I had to finish finals for my summer courses. But I'm back with this chapter, although for the most part it is just descriptive. Again, review and I can do some more.
Chapter Three: Trying to Understand
"Ahhh! Goku, what did you do?" Bulma screamed from across the open field. Her manicured hands gripped Yamcha's biceps with enough force to draw blood.
"Ow, Bulma, that hurts! Leggo," Yamcha grunted as he tried to pull his arm away from the petrified woman.
"Would you two shut up! I'm trying to hear what's going on," Tien mumbled as Piccolo nodded in agreement.
"Bulma, I'm sure my dad knows what he is doing. Don't worry," Gohan said as he aided Yamcha in prying bright pink nails from his arm.
The group of transformed aliens stood looking at one another as if they had never seen each other, and, in a way, they had not. The two saiyans stood on the outer edges with looks of confusion stamped over their scowling brows and open mouths. Their tails unraveled form their waists and twitched nervously from side to side.
Next to Nappa stood what was once a tall blue-skinned lizard, who was now a tall blue-haired man. Berta clutched the sides of his armor in alarm. His muscles no longer strained the material, but fit quite comfortably. His glowing red eyes had been replaced with white edges and bright red iris, his vision no longer as clear as it had been. The blue tint of his skin had been replaced with a deep bronze while still retained small pocks and scars he'd received from years of battle.
Guldo sat on the ground next to him clutching the sides of his head. The loss of his extra eyes had left the short bald man disoriented. Jeice danced in panic as he stared at the paleness of his new skin. Red had been a striking color, enough to draw the attention of any number of females. But now it was only a shade or two pinker than his white hair. New green eyes shone with livid panic.
Zarbon and Dodoria flanked Freiza. Zarbon simply stood with his eyes focused straight ahead, but Dodoria insisted upon making large gasping sounds as he touched his new body. No more spikes, the skin had become soft rather than shell-like. The spikes on his head had become coarse pink hair while his pupils had generated gold irises. Freiza only looked upon Goku and Vegeta with pure hatred. His scalp was covered in a soft purple fuzz. His frame had become even slighter, since he no longer had the ki to expand his muscles.
"You filthy monkey! Look at what you've done," the skinny boy screeched, "Change me back." The former tyrant took a few wobbly steps before falling on his ass, which garnered sharp laughs from Vegeta.
"Frieza, flat on his ass! Nothing more than a boy," the saiyan prince jeered.
"Why you little…" Freiza hissed.
"Lord Frieza, allow me to help you sire," came Radditz's gruff voice from over the soft din of the others. The saiyan rushed to the slender boy's side with Nappa close behind, each grabbing an arm and lifting him up.
"Get off of me! I don't need your grubby fingers on me," Frieza snarled as he jerked from the two men, before falling onto his knees. Radditz stepped away before turning to his younger brother.
"Kakkarot, why have you wished us back? What was your purpose?"
Goku raised his eyes from Frieza's struggling from to look at his brother. "I wanted to give you a second chance. To show you that there is life outside of fighting, to show you how great life on Earth is. I had to put a lot of thought into it, and had to be sure that none of you could blow up the planet," A very Goku smile crossed his features, "Now, who wants dinner? I'm starving."
Members of both parties, those across the field and in front of him, looked at him in awe.