Akridah awoke with a long groan, feeling a twinge of pain in several of his muscles. Using Arcosian beds proved to be quite a pain. Traditionally they were designed to be used by a more stout body, but Akridah had to fold his body in so that he could fit into it fully. A pain, to say the least.

It was about 10 AM but there had been no word from Frieza's nurses. They had to cut the memoir short yesterday when it became too difficult for the tyrant to talk so he'd have to wait for the all-clear from either a nurse or one of his family members.

The Imeckian took his time washing and dressing himself that morning, making sure to thoroughly clean his body off before slipping into a fresh lilac tunic and baggy black trousers. At the very least the temperature was more bearable in the palace itself, not like the sub-zero crap he had to put up with when he first came to this planet.

A servant quietly delivered his breakfast that morning, some sort of sugary diamond-shaped fruit in addition to some sort of wheat-paste (Fairly bland on its own, until he realised the juice from the fruit was supposed to be added to it, then it became the single most spectacular breakfast he'd ever had before.)

Akridah was left to his own devices for a few hours, spending his time idly checking over what he'd already recorded from his past meeting with Frieza. Not the most pleasant man, and the fact that he was going to die peacefully in his bed after centuries of cruelty was perhaps the greatest injustice he could ever imagine.

Finally at around 12:15 there was a knock on his door. He turned to see it slide open, revealing an Arcosian even shorter then Frieza. He was clad in a dark red vest of battle armour along with dark shorts that clung tight to his legs just above the knee. He looked a lot like Frieza did in his youth, though his bio-gems were a ruby red colour, and the one atop his head had a strange point at the top of it.

Kuriza, Frieza's eldest. Originally he had been a bastard, born from one of the Arcosian lord's maid. His high power level at birth had proven quite impressive, and it was that that led to Frieza making him his legitimate heir. Calling him a bastard was the easiest way to get yourself flayed alive. "My father is ready for you now, writer."

"Oh ah, of course. Thank you for the notice, Lord Kuriza." Akridah said as he swiftly rose to attention, only to immediately bow to the dangerouly powerful half-pint. He let Kuriza lead the way through the winding web of hallways and rooms that comprised the grand palace of Arcos, up and up and drawing closer and closer to Frieza's bedroom.

"Has my father been particularly talkative? How much of his tale as he told so far?" Kuriza asked. He had his hands neatly folded behind his back, his tail curling up at his back and raising up off the ground "You must forgive him if it's difficult to work with him, his health is positively dreadful right now."

"Well ah...he hasn't told me much yet, your lordship." Akridah replied awkwardly. He had to be careful what he said around these royals, keep his opinion closely guarded to himself. They would look for any excuse to have his ass arrested, even over the most minor discretion...then again maybe he was fooling himself if he honestly thought they needed an excuse to kill him. He only had some guaranteed safety so long as Frieza needed him to write his memoirs. "He was telling me of his journey to earth."

Kuriza grinned with an eerie childlike glee "Ooooh that's a good one. My father told me that story years and years ago and it still excites me. Apparently it was a magnificent massacre, and...aha, where are my manners? I shouldn't be spoiling it for you. You'll hear the full thing soon enough."

Akridah nodded awkwardly, but he knew well enough that he wouldn't enjoy hearing the story half as much as Kuriza did. It would be vile, and he was likely to throw up if he was given the gory details from the aged overlord.

The door slid open before the two of them to reveal the bedridden Arcosian. Akridah entered slowly, followed after by Kuriza, both of them focusing on Frieza. "Aaaaah my writer returns to me. I apologize for the wait, it's just so difficult for me to get up these mornings. That's the problem when you get old, even the simple things are hard." He looked over to Kuriza and nodded approvingly "Good job my boy, now go about your business."

The short Arcosian gave a small bow in response, still smiling "Thank you father." he replied. And with that he headed on his way, and Akridah was once again left alone with the greatest mass murderer in the history of the universe.

Akridah took his seat, his gaze continuing to look over the frail monster. "Now then, where was I...?" Frieza asked aloud "Ah yes that's right. Earth. My father and I had moved our ship from the city into a vast stretch of wasteland, and then we got to waiting."


The wait had proved to be one of the most dull moments of Frieza's life. He was not a patient being, only to be expected when you were raised in a place that gave you whatever you wanted at a moments notice. The desert sun was beating down on them for the entirety of their wait, faint blowing winds sending tumbleweeds and clouds of dust sailing lazily by. In the time it took to wait Frieza had powered up until he had tapped into 60% of his power, just as a precaution. He was aware that these fools could have pulled something out of their asses to grow even stronger than before.

His father seemed even less patient than his youngest son. Cold did so loathe having to deal with matters with his bare hands, usually he preferred to nuke offending planets from outer space...but if his son had proved strong enough to kill a Super Saiyan...well he needed to know if his son had truly grown to such terrifying levels of strength. He needed to see his son in battle with his own eyes.

At the very least he could possibly find some use for this planet. His tech officers were busily scanning the atmosphere and the planet's crust, to see what valuable resources 'earth' had to offer. At the very least he could chip in a bit to the planet trade's economy.

"Hmph. I'm beginning to think they doubted how serious I was with my threat." Frieza remarked idly, in between stretches of his legs. He stood erect and then raised an index finger up to the sky "Perhaps it's about time I motivate them." Slowly but surely a blazing ball of orange energy formed an inch above his finger, growing and growing, looking almost like a miniature sun.

He was about to fling it into the planet when he heard the beeping of several scouters, his men standing to attention. Frieza cocked his head and let his energy ball vanish, looking onto the horizon to see several figures closing in on his ship. King Cold gave them a passing glance but seemed unconcerned. If what he had heard was true, then none of these earthlings were an actual threat to him or his son.

Gohan landed first, followed by the bald little human Frieza had killed at least twice, then the lanky Namekian who promptly tossed his cape and cap away. After those three came Vegeta, a mysterious three-eyed man, a white-skinned child and a long haired human with a long scar on his face. And then lastly came a figure that made Frieza's entire body tense up.

"That's...not possible..." he whispered, pure shock coming across his face. King Cold raised an eyebrow at his son, and then the horned monarch looked toward the spiky haired figure in the goofy orange gi that his son was so focused on.

"I should have known you wouldn't be able to stay away." Goku said, stepping to the front of his allies "But killing Bulma, wiping out all the other Namekians...that's it. I'm not going to give you a chance to live this time." Goku added. A golden, blinding flash of light took both Arcosian's by surprise, and a split second later a golden Super Saiyan was standing before them, his aura kicking up a whirlwind of dust around the area.

The shorter Arcosian raised an arm to his forehead to shield himself from the incoming dust storm "How the hell are you alive?! I killed you with my bare hands! Namek exploded with your remains floating around in the lava!"

Seeing his enemy so enraged managed to bring a small smirk to the Super Saiyan's face "The Dragon Balls gave me the means to come back to life. I wasn't just going to laze around the afterlife if you were serious about coming out here." Part of him hoped that Frieza wouldn't think to train, but he could see that the galactic conqueror had clearly grown significantly in strength. Still, Goku had taken the time to improve his own might and control over his Super Saiyan power. Hopefully that would prove to be enough.

Frieza himself was absolutely livid. He was supposed to come to this planet and steamroll the competition, smash every thing in his way until nothing could threaten him...No no, he won on Namek and he could win here. And at least he had been reminded that there were Dragon Balls on this little backwater too.

"So...that is a Super Saiyan?" King Cold said idly, folding his large arms over his armoured chest, stepping up beside his son. Goku blinked in surprise at the larger Arcosian, as did all others except Vegeta. He knew Cold quite well after all...and one of the only other beings in the galaxy feared more than Frieza. "My boy, would you mind if I test this Saiyan out for myself? See if he's up to snuff?" he said in his haughty accent.

Well...that would certainly make Frieza's life easier. His father was quite the powerhouse, even more powerful than Frieza himself, and he would likely beat some humility into the monkey "After you father. You might need to put on a 'nicer suit' in order to smash him. I'll be sure to take care of the rest of the trash." the Arcosian said, grinning.

Goku felt himself tense as he sensed King Cold's power level firsthand. Right now his power was more or less even with Frieza's current energy, and if he understood right then he was only in his second form. If he were to reach his fourth form, then it was highly likely that he could surpass even Goku in strength. He just had to make sure to take him out before he had the chance to-

There was a sudden explosion from King Cold's body, the explosive force smashing into Goku's body and sending him skidding back a few metres. A sphere of purple ki formed around Cold's towering body, swirling around rapidly and kicking up a whirlwind of its own. The ground quakes beneath his feet as his muscular body grew a few inches in height. His head began to elongate, pulling backward into a long sausage shape, several horns sprouting up at the back of his skull. His nose retracted inward and his lips became more plump.

"Mm...Goodness, I don't think I've used this form since before you were born." King Cold remarked as his wave of power died down, the intense winds along with it. All present watched him with fear plain on their faces, as if they had just been trapped with a lion. Cold removed his cape and tossed it away, leaving the rest of his battle armour on. His ki had practically doubled, making the gap in power between himself and Goku all the smaller.

"Well it certainly suits you father, power usually does. I don't think you'll even need to use your real form to discipline this ape." the smaller Arcosian said, curling his tail around his legs "By all means father, after you."

Cold slowly examined his fingers, clenching his fist while he felt the ruinous power flow through every muscle in his body. Yes it had been many many years since he let this much of his power flow, and perhaps it would prove to be overkill...but assuming his son had proven strong enough to kill a Super Saiyan, then Cold needed to display his might in order to remind Frieza who was in charge. After all, he had overthrown his own father after he was sure he was more powerful than his sire.

Cold pushed himself forward, the power behind his lung shattering the ground where he had stood mere moments ago. He raced toward the Super Saiyan and swung a punch, only narrowly blocked by Goku's forearm. The two exchanged a flurry of blows, the shockwaves behind their impossibly fast attacks forcing the other Z-warriors backward.

The monarch lashed his tail out,whipping Goku across the jaw with enough power to leave him dazed and forcing him to stumble backward. With his foe stunned he drove both of his feet into Goku's shoulderblades, knocking him clean off his feet and sending his golden body crashing face first into a nearby spire of rock that exploded apart on impact. Cold grinned and wasted no time in racing after the empowered Saiyan, already confident that he had his victory assured.

Once the two raced off, the other Z-warriors turned their attention to Frieza. Garnet eyes roamed over each one, estimating their threat. Vegeta, Frieza supposed, was the one he'd need to deal with first. Were he to become a Super Saiyan then the threat to his life would be even greater. Then the boy would have to go down. He might have been a hybrid, but Frieza didn't want to risk a mentally unstable Super Saiya being unleashed upon him.

"Well...let's get down to business, shall we?"

In a flash he was on them, moving so fast that none of them had any hope of reacting or dodging. A shockwave of energy burst from his limber body, the strength of the blast smashing the gathered Z-warriors away and scattering them across the desert area. Frieza dashed toward Vegeta, intercepting him and spiking his body up like a volleyball with a swift swing of his tail.

"Vegeta, long time no see!" Frieza said, feigning joy. He dashed up again with his purple aura swirling around him, once again intercepting Vegeta and grabbing him by the collar of his armour "Alive again I see? Such a shame, I'll be sure to rectify that little issue. Oh and by the way, I need to give you your severance package again." His fist slammed into the Saiyan prince's cheek, the mighty punch sending Vegeta hurtling downward until he crashed through one spire of stone, yowling all the way down.

Suddenly the tyrant was blindsided, his inability to sense energy leaving him blind to an incoming kick from Piccolo, the Namekian's foot driving into his side. A pained grunt escaped Frieza, and he swung around only to feel the back of Piccolo's knuckles crack him across the cheek.

"You arrogant little twerp! I should have known you'd come here out of spite!" His forehead crashed into Frieza's nose, a loud yell escaping him before he managed to halt himself. Piccolo had managed to grow stronger in the few months they had, but it was only by catching Frieza off guard that his strikes were doing any damage.

Frieza suddenly caught one of Piccolo's incoming fist, crushing down on the fingers until purple blood weas seeping out from cracked green skin. "Twerp? Oh you've gone and hurt my feelings." His knee crashed into Piccolo's groin, the tremendous impact making Piccolo's eyes bulge out slightly from his head. He swung the dazed Namekian around by his arm before flinging him clean up into the clouds.

A golden flash to his side caught Frieza's focus, and he swerved his body around to dodge Tien's incoming Dodonpa, getting a scratch on his left thigh for his troubles. "Hmph, a fingerbeam, how original." he remarked dryly, before taking aim and launching a Death Beam at the triclops. Tien's eyes widened and he shot down toward the ground, only narrowly avoiding getting speared. He was about to take aim again when suddenly he heard two more beings heading his way.

Krillin and Yamcha struck at Frieza from behind, the double strike to his spine making his body lunge forward slightly from the power behind it. His tail smashed backward, the ivory tip cracking Krillin across the jaw and making his body spiral backward through the blue sky "You again? What is this the third time I've tried to kill you? I'll be sure to be extra thorough this time around my boy."

Yamcha pressed his assault, throwing punches and swipes as fast as his superhuman arms would allow. Alas, even with the training he had received on King Kai's planet, his speed was insignificant to Frieza's own, the ivory alien dodging every attack with all the ease of swatting a fly. "You son of a bitch! You killed Bulma, I'll end you for that!"

His tail shot forward with such speed that it took Yamcha a few seconds to realise it had hit him, the pointed tip lodged neatly in his right elbow. A shaky gasp escaped Yamcha, a lengthy yell of white hot agony passed his lips, the sweet music bringing a smile to his face. "Now what the hell is a Bulma, and why are all of you so mad about it?" Frieza asked bluntly, whipping his white tail out and sending Yamcha soaring away with a trail of blood following after him.


Goku felt the entire upper half of his body jerk backward from the tremendous power behind Cold's knee, a fresh bruise forming on the Saiyan's jawline. "I must say I'm impressed monkey boy. Nobody has ever withstood a beating from my third form, and I am holding nothing back right now I can assure you."

He leapt up, a flurry of kicks flying from both feet and narrowly missing every time. "Well let me tell you something! I haven't even started trying yet!" Goku caught the tyrant by one ankle, holding him firmly with both hands, before violently swinging him downward like a makeshift flail and slamming his body into the earth with enough force to rend the rock under his back.

Cold grunted and quickly tried to free his leg, only for Goku to lift and swing him down again, this time the strike hitting hard enough to shatter off an upper portion of his armoured vest. Goku's boot swung forth then and clipped Cold in the ribs, launching his body across the sands until he crashed face first into a looming mesa that split apart at the point of impact.

Not satisfied with that alone Goku let out a lengthy yell and sent a spear of energy flying from his palm, hurtling toward the briefly downed Arcosian, The explosive bolt hit hard enough that the ground quaked from the power of it, the sky was set ablaze for a moment, and whatever was left of the mesa had been utterly vaporised from existence.

From the heart of the smoldering glassed crater Goku could see that Cold was alive, but decently injured. His armour had been blown off, a few scorches dotted his ivory skin and the ringed red portions of his arms legs and tail, and some oozing wounds had opened upon his body...but he was smiling. "Oh dear oh dear...I surely hope that wasn't your best shot, boy. Otherwise the myth of the Super Saiyan was greatly exaggerated."

Goku grit his teeth and was all but ready to launch another blast when a burst of heat shot out of King Cold's eyes. He only narrowly swerved around the attack but in the brief gap of time that Goku spent distracted, the horned king was able to launch himself at the Super Saiyan with his aura blazing around his body making him look like a furious purple meteor.

The onslaught of attacks was quickly forcing Goku onto the defensive, his chest and face being hammered with punches and kicks that opened fresh wounds and sent blood gushing from his nose and mouth. "Oh this is glorious! I forgot how fun it could be to just cut loose like this!" Cold said, cackling like a madman to express his sadistic glee. He stomped his foot onto Goku's face, launching the dazed Super Saiyan into the ground and leaving him pinned to the earth.

Goku grunted and struggled beneath the Arcosian's impressive weight, his fingers digging into cold's ankles in an attempt to pry him off. Cold threw his head back and let out a throaty chuckle in his newly deepened voice, deciding to just suffocate the simian bastard...until Goku aimed both of his arms upward and launched a bullet of white light from his palms, causing it to explode against Cold's smug face.

The blast was certainly a powerful one, knocking Cold clean off the panting sweating Saiyan. His bulk crashed onto the hard ground while plumes of smoke filtered from his scorched mouth. "Oh...you worthless...arrogant little...plebian!" King Cold sputtered in between coughing fits.

Goku stood fully, spitting a glob of blood and foot sweat from his mouth. His golden aura kicked up again and his muscles began to tense, his ki rising higher and higher as he reached the limits of his might. "I'm not going to make the same mistakes I did against Frieza. I'm going to hit you with everything I have until one of us isn't moving!"

A delirious smile crossed King Cold's bruised visage, all manner of grotesque thoughts filling his mind "Ohhh...I love the bravado. You know they all say things like that before I break them..."


Piccolo swung his lanky leg out, aiming to kick Frieza's legs out from under him. Unfortunately the Arcosian was quick to leap over the towering alien, striking him in the back of his head with his left heel as he leapt overhead, the powerful blow knocking Piccolo forward and smashing his face into the rock, grinding a crevice into the rock with his body.

Gohan suddenly smashed into Frieza's abdomen with such speed that he managed to catch even the tyrant off guard, knocking the wind out of him. Gohan kept his charge going strong, hitting his chest over and over again. The freakish strength in his stumpy arms meant that he could hit with incredible force, each consecutive strike knocking him back another step and forcing him across the wasteland landscape.

"You won't win!" Gohan yelled, another punch hitting Frieza square in the purple bio-gem in his torso. "My daddy's here! He'll take you down, even if we can't!" he added before his small fist clocked Frieza in the jaw hard enough to spin his head to the side at a 90 degree angle.

A pair of Ivory knuckles crashed into Gohan's face. The impact jolted Gohan out of his rampaging mindset, knocking him backward. Frieza quickly caught Gohan by the collar with his other hand, holding him firmly in place. "Your 'daddy' couldn't stop me in the past. And now my own father is about to skin him alive." he growled. before slamming his forehead against Gohan's own once, twice, and then thrice until a dark purple bruise had formed on the half-Saiyan's head. With that he tossed Gohan away, his body smashing down onto a large orange stone.

Suddenly Vegeta was lunging at him from behind, his aura crackling wildly around his body. "Ha! I hope you didn't forget about me you prissy fool!" Vegeta snapped. Frieza's tail lashed backward in an attempt to casually take him out, only for Vegeta to vault over it and drive his foot into the side of Frieza's neck with enough force to knock him off his feet.

Frieza's body flipped through the air, his heels then quickly grinding into the wasteland surface to stop his momentum. Vegeta pursued him and quickly hammered Frieza's face with a trio of right hooks, each one strong enough to knock Frieza back a step. Yes, Vegeta had trained vigorously...he could actually be a proper threat if he transformed.

Another kick to the face and a spray of blood passed Frieza's full ruby lips, a grunt of pain echoing out of his throat. He caught Vegeta abruptly by the ankle and swung his whole body down, using his superhuman body to cleave through a nearby boulder. He stomped down on his right arm, a loud scream of pain escaping the Saiyan as his left humerus cracked from the strike. Super or otherwise, fighting would certainly be harder with a broken arm.

His working hand shot up abruptly, spraying an arc of purple lightning from his palm that exploded off of Frieza's white chest, launching him up into the air. Frieza flipped upward through the sky until he halted himself in the sky. "Ha! Oh that brings back memories, doesn't it Vegeta? How many bones did I break the last time you defied me? Honestly I lost count."

The Arcosian overlord was about to blast Vegeta while he was down, only for the sound of rushing wind behind him. He spun to see a giant boulder hurtling his way, and with a flick of his hand he halted it entirely with the power of his mind. Frieza gave the child-sized being who tossed it his way a curious glance, before smiling "Ahhh, a fellow psychic. Goodness it's so rare to find another who appreciates the concept of mind over matter. Still, I'll have to discipline you for so rudely interrupting me."

Frieza was faster than Chiaotzu could ever dream to be. The kick that knocked him out of the sky was one he never saw coming, the incredible power of the attack almost knocking him out cold. His small body smashed into the earth, forming a miniature crater around his child-sized frame.

He tried to stand but felt the pain in his body was too great, as if every muscle in Chiaotzu's body was protesting against moving. Not that he was getting to stay down for long. Cold fingers gripped the top of his head, digging into the bones of his skull in a most painful fashion. Frieza raised Chiaotzu up by that hand, gripped his small ankles with his other hand. "N-no! Let me go!" Chiaotzu yelled, trying in vain to break free of the vice-like grip.

"Hm...I think not." Frieza added. In one swift motion he swung Chiaotzu's body down. In one swift motion he smashed the pinit-sized human's spine over his knee. In one swift motion Chiaotzu's life was snuffed out.


A/N: The last stand of humanity fully begins, with Chiaotzu as the newest casualty. Who will be the next to fall against the Cold Family? Will Goku be able to halt King Cold and aid his friends?

-Apope: He could have deflected it maybe? And they could use HTC matbe?

Nope, they didn't use the time chamber in this continuity. Similar to how they didn't use it at all in the three years they had to kill before the Androids appeared.

-Wingsofseyfert12: I'm really psyched about this turn of events and actually would enjoy reading a story about an all powerful Frieza. Both Cooler and Frieza are my favorite villains in DBZ. They were so needlessly cruel and horrible far more evil than Cell, Buu, Janemba, Shenron, etc. Yet everyone insists on writing them off as mere jokes and even in the anime we see Frieza reduced to nothing more than comic relief which is sad.

Aye it's a shame, as he never has a chance to grow stronger from his Namek-saga appearance. This fic will keep him as the same evel of threat he was in canon, the emperor of the universe who seemed to only be surpassed by his father who spent 90% of his screentime beating the ever-loving shit out of everyone who wasn't him.

- Mitch: Its very well written. I can't help but feel like you'll be getting a lot of flack for writing a story where all or most of the Z fighters get decimated and thats really a shame. Keep up the good work and don't let the trolls win by getting to you.

Well like I said in the first chapter, if people have a problem with the premise then they shouldn't read it. It's likely only going to appeal to a niche, but it's a fun niche to imagine.

- BillfromAccounting: Cool story so far! I hope King Cold doesn't turn into some... Non-existent entity and what not. Being too afraid of Frieza to do much.

Oh no, far from it. King Cold is a fairly powerful character so I'll be playing that aspect up, and it'll lead to some interesting story events.

- : Dang. So Frieza actually trained. The Z Fighters are so going to get their asses kicked.…and I remember in chapter one(I don't know if I'm correct) that Frieza supposedly beat 3 Super Saiyans. So does that mean Future Trunks still comes back in time to kill Frieza? And if he does come back does that mean he knows Frieza beat Goku in his time or does he still think he will fight Mech-Frieza?

But then if Future Trunks doesn't come back in time because there is no future for the Earth does that mean Vegeta and Gohan will run and go Super Saiyan eventually?

So many possibilities…O.o o.O

Alas, no Bulma means no Trunks and no time machine. Still I've always wondered how well Trunks would have done against Frieza at 100%, since Mecha Frieza was probably not even half that strong.

- Impstar: How on earth is this going to get to the Cell Saga when Frieza will just blow up the planet when he's done with the Super Saiyans? For that matter he should have just blown up the planet immediately anyways... though I suppose there was still the Dragon Balls at that point.

Just wait and see. Earth's fate isn't too clear-cut.