The way home was a bit more …. Distracting than usual. Goku had just brought Frieza back to his shelter, and left him for the night, although it didn't help that Frieza was constantly teasing him from catching him admiring his body. Goku flew through the sky and blushed with those intrusive thought of seeing Frieza's body like that… it did give him a deeper appreciation for his adversary but now his mind was simply flooded with curiosities. The navy skies and the misty clouds were making the Saiyan lost in his thoughts. Oddly thoughts of feeling Frieza at first when they fought, feeling his tough skin and strong hits, it was all so different now, now that he could see and feel how smooth …and soft his skin was…. His cool temperature….. His alluring eyes…. His atti-
Goku was so forgone in his thoughts that he slammed headfirst into a tree and split it in two.
Goku was startled as he found himself wedged well between the splits of the tree's trunk.

"Uh… oops…" he giggled and unsquished himself from the tree and dusted himself of leaves and sawdust.
He sat on the twine-split tree stump and decided to stay for a moment.
He tried to clear his head of those bothersome thoughts, thinking of perhaps training with Whis, or dinner at Mr. Satan's glimmering parties.
Dinner sounded great right now!
He jumped back into the skies and continued towards home and tantalized his brain and stomach with the delicious dinner that chichi made. He giggled and blushed happily.
A thought drilled deep into his head… and all started with a simple noise.
An imagined noise that sounded like Frieza, making a light moan and with that noise alone, it had the Saiyan practically glowing bright red in the night sky.

Goku was in a complete shock as images of Frieza appeared in his head, unexplained and not unwelcome, but quite UNEXPECTED.
Goku huffed and simply couldn't take this strange happening right now!
He needed help…. Perhaps….. Perhaps he could ask for help! Just keep the details vague, and get some help on his….situation.
He nodded in agreement with himself and placed his fingers on his forehead.
Who to go to in a situation like this…?
Piccolo is wise! He may know what to do in a situation like this! He's brooding and with mediation like his, he always pushes away all unnecessary thoughts to grow stronger mentally and physically.
He transmitted to the Namekian and appeared in front of him meditating no less!
His ears merely twitched with his arrival.
Goku smiled and was about to greet happily with a loud chime when-
"what is it Goku?" came the low voice of the Namek.
"He-….Okay, well in short; How do I get rid of thoughts that keep coming back into my head?" Goku asked.
"Don't think about them…" Piccolo replied blandly.
"Piccolo….Pleeeeaaaase?"
"Goku, the only reason that a thought will reoccur to you is because you either feel guilty, OR you WANT that thought to persist in your head."
Goku was about to retort with something till those words struck him.
"….so….."
"The thoughts that keep reoccurring in your head are likely because you enjoy those thoughts physically or mentally and receive a rush of delight through those thoughts and thus, naturally you want more, and will retain that sensation and thought to receive the same reaction."
Goku blushed and huffed. So his body WANTS those thoughts to stay in his head?
"KAY! THANKS PICCOLO!" Goku transmitted away.

Piccolo's ears twitched and he sighed, shaking his head, and closing his eyes once more.
"Goku, you're playing with the Devil… " he sighed.

A small smile then crossed over his lips.
"But then again….You've played with demons like me…who's to say…?"

Goku appeared in the bedside with chichi fast asleep. He smiled and lay down next to her. He continued to think about what Piccolo said, occasionally interrupted by those exact intrusive thoughts… A new way to think of his Foe…well maybe not a foe anymore! But he still needed that link! That Tie that would bind him to this world and bring them close!
It clicked!
Perhaps the tie Frieza needed was through him?
Although he had been quite eager to beat Goku nearly senseless…Anger is quite blind…and Frieza was sure full of reasons to have been angry.
But now, in a state of reliance, he can gain trust in the earth and find friends here! Just like how he did with his…..own…. men….
Goku was slightly saddened by those thoughts… Perhaps continuously brining up Frieza's men to him was a weight that kept him hammered hard in the past… so now, he should steer Frieza into that future, with earth friends!
Goku smiled at his own cleverness and giddily giggled.

As the night passed on, Frieza was laying slightly coiled in the bed of his temporary home. He lay there with his red eyes glimmering in the low light. He silently listened to the everything around him, the Rustling of emerald leaves and the whisper of the tall grasses. He listened to the night songs of the nocturnal and the humming of the weary. Even now, He stared at an animal sleeping. A bird that slept on the ground with her fallen child safely tucked under her wing. Frieza stared and pondered what that mother would sacrifice to protect that little fledgling.
The alien's deep and morbid thoughts crossed into memories of his own…. What he'd give to protect those who were under him.

His memories threw him far back, when Zarbon was still only starting out with Frieza…
As he and his men crossed the plains of Fecundale to trade with the native species.
As Frieza and his men marched across the valley, passing rivers and the occasional tall tree, Frieza was abruptly stopped by an odd noise.
He halted his men and scanned EVERTHING over, peering through the horizon like a predator.

Again, he heard the noise. He held a hand up for his men to search around.

The young Prince Zarbon jumped over besides Frieza and looked at him nervously.
"W-what is it Sir?"
"Whatever it is, it's not going to hurt you." Frieza looked at Zarbon.
Zarbon was about to say something when the General spoke up.
"Lord Frieza! Over here!"
Frieza turned to the General and looked at what he uncovered with his spear-staff in the tall grass.
An abandoned child, still in its clear pod looked at the strangers with curiosity. His skin was a magenta color and he giggled at the strange men.
Zarbon was staring in absolute disbelief and is mouth was agape. Frieza huffed.
"It's a child… shame… Just leave it lie, should someone find it, the child will have a home to receive…" Frieza turned away and motioned for his men to follow. The other soldiers began to follow, all except the general who looked at the child.
With his Spear, he rose it up.
Zarbon Was yanked out of his gawking by the action and reached out and cried. "NO!"
Frieza turned to Zarbon's Voice and saw the action of murder about to take place. The terrified plea of Zarbon was true... and Frieza knew that Zarbon didn't want to see the death of this newborn.
A swift movement by Frieza just as the blade of the spear touched the membrane of the pod, as the tyrant delivered a fraction of his full power against the General's face.
Zarbon couldn't even track that instantaneous movement of Frieza, and just as quickly as he appeared pummeling the man, the young prince was splattered with green blood. He shivered and stared, unable to comprehend that sheer power that Frieza appeared to demonstrate, and still, he seemed to only be using a mere itty bitty fraction of it..
The thing that brought him back was the distraught cries of the infant.
Zarbon inhaled and ran to the crying child. Crying and Crying and he didn't understand why. He was greeted by a chill feeling the hand of Frieza be placed on his back.

Frieza looked over the crying child and identified the problem. A small Piece of the pod had been cut by the now dead general... and since that pod was still attached to the nervous system of the child… it was like cutting open his limbs…
Frieza frowned.
"Damnit… his pod is injured…."
"w-what does that mean?" Zarbon looked at his boss in concern.

"He will likely die…or be handicapped in some way or form…. That pod is still part of them… almost like an egg… if you damage it, they can be killed."
"We need to save him!" Zarbon whimpered.
Frieza groaned …he really didn't want a child on board.
"Well, a child, especially a newborn is a lot of work…. "
"I'll do it!" Zarbon huffed.
"Oh?" Frieza smiled.
"Please…. Just let me save him…"
"Very well Zarbon… and I will help you…"
Zarbon looked at the weeping child and carefully pulled the pod into his lap and then into his arms, trying to comfort the child.
The child looked at the two, still teary-eyed.
"Zarbon, why don't you take the child to the medical bay, and because of your determination, and because I am no in lack of a new RELIABLE general, I'll name you my right hand man, and General of my armed forces."
Zarbon was shocked but nodded.
"Thank you sir!" he smiled and lifted the pod and ran back in the direction they came.
Frieza watched until he was out of sight then turned to all the other men.
"Now unless any of you pathetic whelps are willing to defy me like this poor SAP here, I'll gladly introduce you to the same fate as his!" he pointed to the bloody mess of the former general.
The soldiers all trembled fearfully and nodded.

The aliens made their way to the villages and made their trades for their bountiful foods and fruits, all through the day until the star dipped into the horizon, tinting the skies red.

Zarbon had been sitting right beside the incubation chamber the entire time since he arrived with the child, unaware that hours had fallen off the clock. He stared at the sleeping child and hoped beyond all reasons that the child wouldn't die or suffer from this injury.
Frieza entered the medical bay and found Zarbon staring at the child.
"Zarbon, I have the results of the determined condition this child will have."
"Lord Frieza? What….what's going to happen to him?"
"He'll survive without anything too terrible plaguing him… he does have a mutation now though…and although incurable, we can still help him… his body will not properly be able to burn away fats, but nonetheless he'll be healthy…just… larger than average." Frieza shrugged. "With the right training, he'll still be strong, agile and fit, he just won't get to try on your princely clothing~." Frieza smirked at Zarbon.
"Hey I …..I like my figure." The Beautreon blushed terribly.
Frieza chuckled and looked at the sleeping child.
"Well…I think this new member will just need a name…."
"Oh….uh….huh…?" Zarbon thought about what name he could give his new friend.
Frieza smiled and waited with his pink tail moving back and forth.
"What's the name of the race?" Zarbon asked.
"Durinian..."
"How about …..Dodoria?" He smiled.
"Heh, you like that?"
"Yeah….. Yeah I like that Lord Frieza….." He leaned and nuzzled the incubation chamber.
Frieza smiled and pat Zarbon's back as he looked to the child as well.
"It's nice to meet you Dodoria…." He cooed softly.

Frieza curled and gripped the sheets hard. He felt the tears drain from his eyes and the shivering pins run down his back.
He tried to hold himself …. But…why? No one was here…. No one he needed to be strong for, no one he needed to impress….
His breath caught on an inhale, hissing back out as he still stubbornly tried to hold it in.
No… it wasn't worth it…

He whimpered lightly and wept into his pillow and sheets. When on Namek and informed of their deaths, he was placed in a state of disbelief… two men he watched grow and become stronger through his teachings… that when told he was is denial… but with so many still around, how COULD he mourn? He needed to swallow his grief and play the strong for everyone else…
And for someone to kill them… he felt that his only option was to turn to an old friend… and even then…..They didn't survive.
Frieza's tail whipped back and forth with his anger and sadness. And he continued to whimper softly. He was choking on his weeping, and only those soft, useless pleas crawled their way from Frieza.

Miles and miles away, Bulma was touched by the sadness that Frieza expressed. It had obviously been building in him constantly and he could only release it when in solitude…but even then, he refused and would fight it off.
Although she had no idea what may have the alien in tears, she knew it must have been something that meant something to him.
Perhaps…Perhaps he needed something to take his mind far away from those toxic thoughts.