Sorbet was no fool. He had studied the Earthlings for years now, and he was familiar with their various techniques and methods. To prevent them from sensing his Lord's energy, leading to a premature battle that would almost certainly end in their defeat, he had hooked up a special device to his ship, to create a dummy energy signature, that would mask the power of his Lord until the time was right.

King Cold entered the training room, a long-neglected chamber full of weights, a Gravity Machine, and reinforced walls. He didn't bother inviting Sorbet, nor any of his other soldiers, as he was sure that the process of getting himself in shape would be extremely shameful, and he didn't want his underlings to witness him debase himself.

King Cold huffed, discarding his armor and gazing into the nearby mirror, to inspect the situation in regards to his physical shape. The muscles he was gifted with from birth were almost completely concealed by layers of flab and wrinkled skin. He transformed into the true form of his race, no longer restraining his power or changing his body in any way. Unfortunately, this did little to improve his figure.

"Well, I suppose this is what happens when you live a lifetime of luxury. But, it's never too late to turn things around."

King Cold paused, and looked around.

"Now...how does this 'training' thing work, exactly?" he said, to nobody in particular.

He dropped onto all fours and began doing a simple push-up. His form wasn't great, and he was sweating and panting far earlier than he'd hoped. After a handful of push-ups, he stopped, frustrated that he wasn't getting immediate results.

"This is...far more taxing than I'd anticipated," he whined, taking a seat, and chugging down a nearby bottle of water - the first drink he'd had in decades that was untainted by alcohol.

"If only there was some way to work this blasted body without that pesky 'will' getting in my way."

He gazed at himself in the mirror again, longing for his youthful form, before decades of neglect and indulgence reduced him to his current state.

"There is a herculean physique lying just underneath this useless flesh, and yet, I cannot access it! There must be some way to...ah, yes!"

King Cold reverted to his restrained form - the hulking one he typically used - before putting his armor back on and approaching Sorbet.

"Sorbet, didn't my son have some sort of squad of super-elite warriors?"

"The Ginyu Force, yes," Sorbet replied.

"And wasn't one of them able to switch bodies with anyone he wanted?"

"Yes, sire. He was almost certainly killed during the Battle of Namek, although we never received official confirmation of his death, unlike the other members of his force. Why do you ask?"

"Put out a search for him around the ruins of Namek, and all over Earth, in addition to all neighboring planets. I have a terrific idea."

"Um...of course, sire." Sorbet hesitated for a second and continued. "However, if I may give some advice, Lord Cold, don't you think that sending more soldiers to Earth would be a risk? I mean, we already went there twice. Surely, they would be suspicious, right?"

King Cold pondered this for a minute and said, "Those scientists have enough resources to make another one of those power level concealing devices, yes?"

"Resources have been dwindling since you and Prince Frieza died, but I'm sure we still have enough to make a few more. Why do you ask?"

The king looked at the Gravity Room, still pleased by his brilliant plan, and continued, "Simply make a few smaller versions of that device and put them on our soldiers. Let's say..." He put his hand on his chin, in consideration. "...five to ten of them. With them, a squadron will be sent to Earth. I'll allow them a month to try to find...Ginyu, was it?"

Sorbet nodded.

"Yes, the captain. Ensure they don't slack in their duties. Have them work day and night. Threaten them with death, if you must."

"Yes, sire." Sorbet turned, about to inform the scientists of the decree. However, he gave pause once again, turning back to face Cold. "Excuse me, my lord, but what if Ginyu betrays us?"

"Pardon?"

The muppet man struggled to find the words to explain his stance. "What I mean to say is, what's stopping him from taking your body for good?"

"Nonsense," Cold hastily replied. "The captain would be in our debt for rescuing him from whatever uncivilized planet he must have been stranded on. Additionally, his admirable loyalty to my late son, as I've heard, makes any sort of coup unlikely...nay, impossible."

Loyalty can easily be broken, Sorbet thought to himself. Daring to say such a thing to the king's face would certainly be considered treasonous; as such, the former commander allowed Cold's beliefs to go without contention. After all, the man they were searching for was dead. Once this month of self-indulgence went by, his emperor would be forced to train himself to perfection. "Of course, sire. Will that be all?"

Cold stared at the empty water bottle, still in his hand and crushed it. "Get someone to fetch me some wine, will you?"

"Happy anniversary, Froggy!" The big purple cat man was towering over his pet frog, who had on a little purple birthday hat and a gift by his side hastily wrapped up. The frog used his little feet to try to get the hat off of him to no avail. The cat man made a big dumb grin, ignoring his pet's distaste for him. "Can you believe it's been 15 years since I first found you, Froggy? Remember all of those good times we had? We sure played hide and seek a lot, didn't we?" He laughed. "A few times, I almost couldn't find you!"

The frog glared at his master with utter disdain, hopping towards the door of the apartment. The cat ran to his little buddy and picked him up. "Do you want to go for a walk, Froggy? You didn't even open your present yet."

The amphibian knew it was just another dog bone.

"Ah whatever! It's your anniversary, after all!"

The cat grabbed a little leash and wrapped it around his pet, who was desperately trying to break the restraint. It hadn't worked for these fifteen years but...maybe it would this time. Sadly, this effort was just as in vain as the others, forcing the frog to hop along on his leash.

After a few minutes of walking, the two arrived at the local park, more specifically, the pond nearby. "Alright now, Froggy. I'm going to get some food. You stay here, alright?" Just to be sure, he tied the leash onto a pole nearby. He then patted his pet's head and walked away.

There the frog stayed motionless, lying on the ground. The bright rays of the sun seared his skin. Nearly every day he had to face this unbearable heat. Hopeless. An utterly hopeless life of servitude.

Then suddenly, as if right on cue, something caught the frog's attention. Something he hadn't seen in years. Someone wearing the armor of his king. Ecstatic, the frog hopped and hopped, croaking to try to get the soldier's attention.

This soldier too, was a frog, though obviously much more advanced than primitive frogs such as the ones on Namek. He sat down on a bench, exhausted. "Huff...huff...twenty days...twenty days of non-stop work...of course I had to get selected for this job, of course! Searching for a guy that died decades ago in the middle of nowhere or else I die! Yeah, that's fair. Just my luck. I knew I should've applied for Pitaiya's squad..." The frog soldier took out a flask and dumped the water inside all over his body.

As he did this, he saw the little frog desperately trying to hop over to him, and croaking in his direction. Slowly, he got up and started walking over to the creature, making him even more excited.

"What are you doing, little guy?"

Quickly, the frog started shuffling his feet around, making eligible symbols (for those who knew Galactic Common) in the grass. By the end, a whole row of symbols was made out.

"...Change?"

After the soldier said that, yellow rays of light came out of both of the frog's mouths instantly. Just as suddenly, they were gone. The little frog suddenly became very shocked, barely being able to look up to see his old body lifting up its foot. The big frog stomped and stomped, laughing hysterically. This caught the attention of a few bystanders but he didn't care in the slightest.

The former pet was now a pile of purple blood and a bunch of organs. The big frog flexed his hands, stomped his legs, moving his head around, beaming at his newfound form. "17 years...after 17 years! I have finally returned!"

The soldier brought his heels together, knelt slightly, and outstretched his arms. "The leader of the Ginyu Force! Captain Ginyu!" The bystanders now had their full attention on the frogman, all of them staring blankly. Ginyu merely laughed, punching the air. "It feels so great to have arms again!" He took a closer examination of his body. "Though this body isn't in the best shape for posing...bah whatever! At least I finally can pose!"

"F-Froggy?"

The captain looked behind himself at the cat man, tears swelling up in his eyes. As the cat was mourning over his lost pet, Ginyu walked up and knocked the cat out with a karate chop. "You deserve far much more punishment for all of your disgusting actions than death alone!" Before any bystander could do anything, Ginyu flew up into the air, along with the knocked-out body.

Ginyu clicked Pogran's scouter, held in his new body's pocket since it didn't fit on his face. A voice spoke through the device. "Pogran? What are ya callin' me for? I got work to do..."

"Is that any way to talk to your superiors?!"

Immediately recognizing the voice, the soldier on the other line stuttered out, "Cap'in Ginyu? I'm sorry sir, I just wasn't expectin' you. Did that maggot Pogran put ya on the line?"

Ginyu patted his body, smirking to himself. "In a way, yes. I took his body, and now he's dead. God, I hated that old body...heh...I guess I just couldn't help myself!" Ginyu laughed once more but suddenly regained his composure. "Send me the coordinates for the ship Pogran came in."

"Alright, cap'in. If you didn't notice though, we was searchin' for ya. King Cold's been expectin' ya, so we're gonna be escorting you to 'im."

"Heh...better late than never. I never gave up hope on you guys, even after all these years!"

Being taken aboard King Cold's ship felt like returning home for Captain Ginyu. Sure, the Ginyu Force may have been long dead, and the Planet Trade Organization's forces were dwindling, but it felt good to simply be among his comrades again.

He was escorted directly to King Cold's chambers. He took a knee before the great tyrant, bowing his head. "I'm sorry that I failed you in the past, Lord Cold."

"Oh, it's no bother," Cold said, waving his hand. "We've all made mistakes. All that matters now is the present."

"Your wisdom knows no bounds, my lord!"

"Anyways, I have a proposition for you. I can see by your new body that you can still use the Body Change technique."

"Yes, Lord Cold."

"Do you think you could use that technique on me? I want to train my body to its maximum potential, but I have lordly duties to attend to, and I can't spend all of my time training. But, if you were to take over my body, temporarily, you'd be able to do that work for me, wouldn't you?"

Ginyu nodded his froggy head. "Of course, your excellence. It would be an honor to be inside of you."

Cold's cheeks flushed, and he was reminded why his son only called in the Ginyu Force in the direst of situations.

"Very well. Get it over with," King Cold said, hoisting himself up from his throne.

Ginyu rose from his bowed position and raised his arms into the air.

"Change, now!" he cried. His soul was ejected from his body, and transplanted into Cold's, while Cold's was placed into Pogran's froggy form.

"It seems to have worked," Cold announced, looking at his own diminutive body. He hated being this small, that was why he never used his first form, but this was only a temporary arrangement.

"What majesty!" Ginyu marveled, flexing and posing in Cold's body. "What a truly peerless form! And yet, there's still so much untapped potential!"

"Yes, thank you. How long do you think it'll take for you to train my body completely?"

"Well," Ginyu said, beginning to perform squat-thrusts. "It'll take me some time to get used to your body, and then quite a while after that to train it to perfection. It's hard to fully gauge your extravagance, but I'd estimate about...one year."

"Really? That long? I imagined it would only be a few months at the very most."

The captain shifted from a squat directly into once again taking a knee, bowing his head. "I profusely apologize for such a long wait, my lord. If you see me unfit to handle your extravagance, I'll switch us back immediately and you may punish me as you see fit."

Cold briefly imagined this scenario. "I respect your devotion, captain. However, I would prefer you to place that effort into the perfection of my physique."

"You mean-?"

"Yes; I will trust your judgment, captain. Merely ensure punctuality in your deadline, and you shall receive no penalty." The agonizing force he had to muster for a push-up would be utterly unbearable for him to attempt again. Yes, while not ideal, this would suffice.

"I won't let you down, my lord!" exclaimed Ginyu, skipping into the training chambers. King Cold sent an alert to Sorbet, telling him to make his soldiers aware that their great King would look like a frog for about a year, and not to disturb the training room for one moment. King Cold was left with, essentially, nothing to do for the next few months, as he was stranded in this pathetic, ugly body.

There was an upside, however. The only thing keeping Cold from descending into complete and utter self-destructive hedonism was the fact that he didn't want to damage his aging body. Since this wasn't his body, however, he was free to do whatever he wanted with it. Ginyu would have to take it back eventually, sure, but he couldn't do irreparable damage to it in a year, could he?

"So, ya big cat freak. Is it fun playing with your 'little froggy' now?" Ginyu was in the training room, the regal armor off and the gravity increased to 2X Earth's. Lying there on the ground was the purple cat, unable to even lift his head with the force pressed against him.

"What? Froggy? You aren't Fro-" He was cut off with Ginyu blasting a very weak Death Beam through his former owner, who gave out an ear-piercing screech.

"You mindless, disgusting cat! After all of those years, you didn't get the picture that I despised you?! That I wasn't like those other 'Froggies'?! That I wanted to get off that planet and away from you as soon as possible?! That you were disgracing the leader of the Ginyu Force with stupid costumes?! But, no, no, no, you were too ignorant: keeping me trapped in that blasted cage of an apartment! For all of those years, you didn't even notice!" He fired another beam into the man's leg, who let out another scream.

"W-Why...I just wanted a little...a-a little Froggy..." The man's mind was too fragile to stay conscious any longer, and so, he passed out.

The captain scowled. "Bah...it's no fun to make him pay when he isn't even awake for it." Ginyu turned off the gravity, with the unconscious body in hand, and walked out the door, seeing Tagoma passing by. "Hey, soldier!"

The Frieza minion quickly turned and saluted his superior. "Yes, King...I mean, Captain?"

Ginyu tossed the man into Tagoma's arms. "Put him in the healing chamber. When he wakes up, keep him in a closely monitored prison cell. I'll be taking ten-minute breaks every five hours before sleeping for another eight, so send a soldier down here during my break, bringing that horrific creature with them". Ginyu paused in consideration for a moment. "Lest they're still on the brink of death, of course. We will rinse and repeat for a year. Inform the other soldiers of this. Do you understand?"

"Y-Yes sir!"

Once the man left Ginyu's sight, he went back into the training room. He was about to turn on the gravity and start with push-ups, but paused. Something felt missing. Yes...what was it, though? After contemplating this for a few more moments, his face gleamed as he ran to Sorbet's room with childlike glee. The door flew open, breaking it off its hinges.

"You! Muppet Man!"

Sorbet fell off of his bed, startled. "Uh, actually it's Sorbe-"

"Do you still have the Ginyu Force Special Squadron Training Posetastic Theme Song of Epic Proportions recorded somewhere?!"

The blue commander blinked and pointed to his right. "D-Down the hall is the main computer with the datab-" Before he could finish his sentence, Ginyu was out of the room, leaving a gust of wind in Sorbet's room with his sheer speed and flinging the muppet into the air.

The captain shoved aside the soldier sitting in front of the many monitors, sending him flying into the hallway. He typed as fast as he could, clicking buttons left and right until he finally found what he was looking for. He plugged a nearby hard drive into the computer, putting the amazing song inside, dashed back to the training room, and plugged the hard drive into a port in the central station. Suddenly, music started blaring at full blast, echoing throughout the ship.

"Ahahahaha! Yes! Yes!" Ginyu started posing and singing and dancing beyond all belief, ecstatic to hear his favorite song once more. "Yes, we are!" After a few minutes of singing along, he started to train, now extremely motivated to not let such a great invention of the Ginyu Force go to waste.

The power of the music flowed through Ginyu's borrowed body. He dropped to the floor and began doing push-ups. Even with King Cold's sore, atrophied muscles, the undeniable rhythm of the Ginyu Force's fabulous theme song compelled him to move.

He had the song on loop, so every time his motivation began to dwindle, the iconic and manly chanting of "Tokusentai" would fill him with another burst of energy.

With the highest amount of motivation a man could have, Ginyu began his training.