Chapter Theme : Alas, the Days of Training
We finally arrived to Yardrats Orbit. The rocky planet with mountainous landscapes and huge valleys all over its surface. It was beautiful, almost imitating a fantasy setting. But enough about the landscape, as my ship was currently under siege by their native warriors.
Yep, that's right. Not even a landing yet and we were already being attacked by the locals. Well, attacked may not be the right word, seeing as how all my soldiers suddenly had a Yardrat soldier standing behind them with a blade to their necks. They were basically all being held hostage, and I don't want to be negative, but I don't know how to fly this bird. If all my forces get assassinated, I'll be stranded before I even begin.
I was sitting in the throne pod room, which doubled as the bridge, with two soldiers next to me with blades hovering near my neck. I had to admit, this was a pretty clever use of their teleportation abilities. If the enemy doesn't have a chance to fight, you win every time.
One Yardrat walked towards me from my front, and he looked a lot more experienced just by the way he carried himself.
"We know who you are, Emperor Frieza. And we know our planet has nothing for you. You would only come here for one reason if not conquest. And we will not go down without a fight."
He sounded afraid, but his resolve was solid.
So, let me take a moment to process this all, seeing as how the teleportation ambush happened in all but a single second. My ship was being invaded and attacked simply because I am Frieza and I destroy whatever I don't own. And Frieza never had a reason to come here to the space boonies before, but now I made me come here. They assume the worst, and are now planning to kamakazi as their last act as a species. A last gasp. A final flash.
I honestly had no idea how to respond, as I was relying on my soldiers to read the script I wrote them when they met down on planet. I had nothing, and I knew If I didn't respond soon, my 'father' would kick off the slaughter well before I could prevent it.
"You, uh, misunderstand. I am not here to take over your planet or destroy it." I say, trying to make a friendly smile. Trying.
The general looking Yardrat looks doubtful. "Then what are you here for? We have no resources that would be of value to you. What could we possibly have that you want?"
I take a moment to think about how to respond. If I had an alien invader ask me to hand over my one trump card so they also have it, would I do it? My answer is a resounding 'Heck No!'. So it's fair to say that they won't be too on board with my suggestion for them to teach it to me. So instead, I'd just cut to the chase. King Cold doesn't nap for long.
"Look, I'm going to level with you, I need one of your soldiers to teach someone your teleportation technique. Not me, but just one person. And they are not in my army, so they won't teach it to us either." I say quickly. The two soldiers at my side seem to lose their composure.
"We'd sooner teleport into the sun than help a tyrant like you." The general says.
Why can't things ever be easy?
"How about I only take one of your soldiers to the planet and they judge for themselves if it's worth teaching the technique to them?" I ask, beginning my bargaining.
"W-Why are you so insistent on bargaining with us? I'd assumed by now you would have us by our throats!" One soldier says suddenly.
"Y-Yeah! I mean, these knives are sharp, but I doubt they'll cut through Frieza's armor!" Says the other soldier, testing their theory by slashing down on my shoulder. The blade, indeed, breaks.
The general sighs and waves them away, palming his face. "I'm … honestly surprised." He says, moving to lean against one of the room pillars. "Are you not Frieza? You definitely don't look like him, nor do you act the part. Cousin? Brother? You are definitely a lot more reasonable." He says, moving his arms to a crossed position. He was still clearly suspicious, but my brief stupidly honest request seemed to have put him at ease.
A dead Yardrat can't teach now, can it?
"I am… Call me Froze. And to answer your suspicions, I just want someone to come with me to Earth so I can fix a mistake I've made. Once your soldier teaches his technique, I will see your planet enters the protected status list. Complete independence." I say, trying to sound icy. It's not easy in the heat of the moment.
"Why would you want this selected person to know how to use our technique? What do you stand to gain?"
"I will gain that he knows the technique. That is all I can say." I reply, knowing better than to poke the cannon any further.
The general strokes his chin, eyes shut and deep In thought.
He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out what looks like a two-way radio.
"Attention all soldiers. Return to base. This is not Frieza, repeat, this is not Frieza."
With that, he returns the radio to his pocket.
"I hope you do good on your word, cause you got me hoping. And I'm not gonna throw away a free opportunity." He says to me, still looking serious. He would make a good piccolo impersonator. If he wasn't blue.
With that sorted out, I turn my attention to the monitors as he prepares to teleport to the planet. On the monitors, I see all my forces being let go, the soldiers moving to pop back down with their general.
On one monitor, I see my Banna Force, who knew better than to attack since they knew what my plans were. Non-aggression. Wouldn't surprise me if they tried to explain things too.
On another monitor, I see my forces busy cleaning up the various broken and spilled stuff that happened during the raid.
On the next monitor, I see King Cold outside the ship aiming his finger at the planet…
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FU-!
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