Hello, boys! I'm baaaaaaaaaaack!

All humor aside, I think it's time we actually began and entered the Future Trunks Saga, where we meet the strange boy from the Future.

Now remember, there will be some things different from canon, so hang with me. Humans will be stronger, and a few more characters will be included. Also, don't expect everything you see in this fic to be completely accurate with the show and movies.

Got it? OK. Let's begin!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, Dragon Ball Z Kai, Dragon Ball Super, or Dragon Ball GT. That is the property of Funimation, Toei Animation, Fuji TV, Shueisha, and Akira Toriyama.

Chapter 3: A Terror Greater Than Hell


Light-years away from Earth, in a foreign Star Cluster...

Drifting aimlessly in space, between the orbit of three suns, was a mass of rocks that spanned about the width of a planet. In fact, this asteroid cluster used to be the planet of Namek, home to the Namekian race. It had been a peaceful planet, once. Then Frieza, the evil emperor of the universe, arrived on the planet to find the Dragon Balls the Namekians had created for themselves. Most of the Namekians were slain, and the planet was ultimately destroyed in a climactic battle. All that remained was this cloud in debris, drifting in space.

Floating in a circular path around the incoherent mass of space dust was a saucer-shaped vessel of massive scope, armed with twelve, folded identical "legs" of grey hue that seemed to serve as a kind of landing gear. Beside these "legs" were a number of goldenrod curves next to circular windows with blue-colored glass. Along the posterior of the ship was a number of bordered bands of tan-brown hue, reinforcing the grey top of the ship's hull where a black retractable opening lead into the belly of the vessel for occupants to exit and enter at their leisure. On the forward flank of the disc-shaped ship were placed three amethyst-tinted viewing screens, two smaller on either side of the larger, in a bulbous angle jutting from the upper half of the space craft. No doubt, the profile resembled that of a flagship created by the finest and brightest of the Planet Trade Organization.

These screens of purple hue formed as the clear shield between the cold vacuum of space and the numerous alien races that worked the ship's primary functions, all stationed at several control computers as they typed in commands. Some of the extraterrestrials manning the ship's functions were amphibians with elongated heads. Others were reptilians with small fangs protruding out of their snouts and little horns pointing out as crests. A few of these crewmen were possibly human as well, perhaps hailing from other planets either taken over by the empire that governed the Planet Trade Organization, or had willingly joined the super conglomerate.

Sitting in bored posture on a throne-like rotating chair in the center of the bridge was a formidable figure of considerable size, red eyes glaring with apparent annoyance outside the viewing screen and into the space beyond. The being had a large white cranium sporting a large, shiny, deep turquoise organ that resembled a gem in the center, with segmented horns protruding from either side of his head. His skin was a light shade of purple, with dark red, segmented scales running down the sides of his face. His lips were the the same color as these scales, giving him the most microscopically feminine appearance. His hands were human-like (minus being tipped with claws instead of nails), but his feet were tridactyl, with three long toes tipped with long claws. His forearms and shins were covered in a white cartilage that served as natural gauntlets and greaves with pink segmented pads. A long tail protruded from the top of his pelvis, pink and segmented, with a white, bony spike at the tip. This man, unmistakably a Frost Demon, wore a dark blue suit of armor with segmented pauldrons and abdomen plates of reddish-tan hue. A long, black cape with red interior was cinched onto the top of the breastplate.

This was King Cold, the father of Lord Frieza and the former Emperor of the Universe, before he allowed his son to take charge. Years ago, it was he who had commanded the galaxy with an iron fist, but he later allowed his prodigy of an offspring to take his place. And now, the son in question was missing. Of course, his son was the reason that he had ventured here. And King Cold was understandably annoyed. Annoyed at the fact his son was nowhere to be found.

It was almost as if he had simply disappeared... or if he had been slain.

The last transmission that Frieza sent back was about trying to get the situation on Namek under control, that someone had killed the entire Ginyu Force, and that he was headed to take care of the dilemma. King Cold had reason to believe that Frieza was responsible for Namek's obliteration, but given the way the planet exploded, it must have been delayed, as it didn't properly strike the core. But the explosion couldn't have killed Frieza. Of course, this led to a delusional theory.

That someone had killed Frieza.

But who? There were no races in the galaxy who could match the strength that the Frost Demons held. And that left the former king of the Frost Demons discontent. If something or someone had killed his offspring...

"Your Majesty, Cold..."

King Cold extricated himself from his thoughts to look at the one addressing him: Nabana, one of his lieutenants. Nabana was a cousin of Appule, one of the soldiers who accompanied Frieza. An octopus-like humanoid with an elongated cranium, he was distinctive through his pure red eyes and sea green complexion with speckles of darker green. His armor was much like King Cold's, as were the armor of the other men operating the ship. The difference was that Nabana's armor was colored dark-blue with grey pauldrons and abdomen plate. Also, he wore no cape, just like all the other soldiers.

"Report," said King Cold in a surly tone.

"My lord," said Nabana, bowing so low that his snout nearly touched the ground. "We've found him. Lord Frieza is alive. We have recovered his body... he has been severely mutilated, but we may be able to salvage him completely."

"After all that time?" King Cold pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed irritably. "And here I was beginning to believe he had been senselessly annihilated. What did you find of him, Lieutenant?"

"Body was torn apart, from the looks of it," explained Nabana. "Seemed by a energy blast. And from it's aura senses, it would appear it was from...a Saiyan."

King Cold snorted in amusement. "You mean the likes of Vegeta?" The Frost Demon chuckled. "Now, now, Nabana, not even an upstart royal fool such as him could do such a thing."

"I never said it was Vegeta..." Nabana ventured tremulously.

"Oh?" murmured King Cold, seemingly with a lack of interest.

"The power level signatures we found on Frieza's body were extraordinarily high," explained Nabana. "It's almost as if the person who did this were a Super Saiyan-"

That phrase struck the king's ire. Instantly, he rose to his feet, standing at a towering 7'3" that made Nabana shriek and jump backwards. Cold turned his cruel visage upon Nabana, with a dangerous snarl upon his face.

"Super Saiyan?" he snarled in a voice that suggested that he was quite offended at the theory. "There is no such thing as a Super Saiyan. It was dismissed as a legend long ago. Do not insinuate such rubbish."

"Your Majesty, please forgive me!" whimpered Nabana, cowering before his master. "Please have mercy on me for saying that, it was dumb to even think about it!"

"Just lead me to my son and cease this pathetic display of cowardice," grumbled King Cold.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" cried Nabana, running ahead of his master and out of the bridge while King Cold slowly followed him down the corridors.

Cape and tail swirling behind him, the king of the Frost Demons marched along, following the whimpering Nabana down the corridors of the ship. Numerous soldiers acknowledged the towering horned alien with a quick salute, but every one showed at least some shred of fear for the tyrant, as he was one who ruled through such doctrine. King Cold's mind was filled with annoyance at his lieutenant's nonsensical beliefs.

"Fool that Nabana is," grumbled King Cold under his breath. "How dare he try and insinuate that such an outlandish thing exists... he is rather lucky that he has such a prestigious position under my command, or I would have slain him just now for that asinine assumption."

Marching into the hangar bay of the ship, he was quick to notice the crew of Frieza Force Soldiers carting a floating bed supported by a small propulsion engine... and his son laying upon it. King Cold felt a tinge of horror upon seeing the body. While he was quite used to seeing the bodies of the mangled, having spent many centuries laying waste to countless planets, there was something quite different about seeing his offspring in such a condition. The body of Lord Frieza appeared to have been torn in half. All that remained of him was the left half of his head, most of his chest, some sagging entrails coming from where he seemed to have been cut in half through the waist, and part of his right arm. He was covered in bruises, cuts, and splotches of his own magenta blood, indicating that he had been in a fight. He was also in his true birth form, not one of the restricted forms that he usually adopted to contain his power in order to keep it under control. In addition, his muscles were strained and weary, a clear sign that he had actually used 100% of his power.

But what could have provoked Frieza into use the entirety of his strength?

Mysteries. Mysteries abound. And King Cold grew suddenly angry, causing those in his company to grow even more fearful. He hated being in the dark regarding such things...

...and as his anger rose, so did his aura.

It was barely visible, like an actual heat haze radiating from his body (ironic, given his name). It was hardly apparent, but Nabana and the other soldiers sensed it, and as well as becoming extremely apprehensive. Everyone in King Cold's presence was terrified, especially given the situation. All of them begged to whatever deity they paid reverence to - and whoever had no religious beliefs, simply hoped - that the Frost Demon monarch would not turn their wrath upon them.

Reaching the medical bay, several extraterrestrial doctors quickly rushed to the aid of the horrifically mutilated son of King Cold, rushing to plug him in with many medical devices as Cold himself watched from the sidelines. His arms crossed, his mind was in turmoil. An unfeeling being such as Cold hardly felt much sympathy for his son. He did feel it, but he preferred to keep it at a minimal. His kind were masters at being - or pretending to be - unfeeling. The concern for his son existed, but it was unnaturally suppressed. And his stone cold, un-moving expression probably terrified everyone in the room. Nabana himself had to gulp at the sight of the seemingly emotionless father of the universe's self-proclaimed ruler.

"Damage?"

Nabana yelped, but quickly straightened up as if to save face to his commanding officer.

"Sir!" Nabana spoke quickly. "Frieza has not sustained any mortal damage thanks to his anatomy, so we are planning to replace what he has lost with cybernetic implants. This process might take place over the course of several hours, but he should be able to recuperate."

"Just get it done," grumbled King Cold quietly, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I care not what means you use."

"Yes sir!" said Nabana, attempting to keep a straight face and not let his fear betray his composure.

Hours passed. Numerous technicians were brought in, and they began to work non-stop as they started to assemble mechanical limbs and body parts to replace what was lost. A sort of cranial structure for the side of Frieza's head. A plate of armor to cover a ghastly wound on the right side of Frieza's chest. A mechanical arm for the one he lost. And to make up for his lost legs and tail, a robotic set of those. The process was long and arduous, and King Cold was like a statue as he stood over the process, as moving and unfeeling as one. And everyone within close proximity of him were as wary as prey in the sight of their predators.

Time was lost to all in the room, but they felt as if it were a dreadful, terror-struck eternity. But eventually, they had managed to graft every metal part onto Frieza's body, cauterizing them to his frame.

I think we're finishing up, my Lord," Nabana said, relieved. "He should be waking up... right..."

Slowly, Frieza's left eye opened as slowly as possible. The one on his right side - which was actually a photo-receptor that replaced his original right eye - opened instantly. The Frost Demon moved feebly, shifting upon the operation table, before blinking unevenly. His robotic arm instinctively reached for his head as his organic parts strained to move. Frieza managed to force a quiet groan from his mouth. The same voice as before, but with a synthetic tinge to his vocal chords.

"Frieza," said King Cold silently.

Frieza, finally managing the strength for his non-robotic parts to move, sat up on the medical table to look at his father and several doctors backing up to show respect for his space. He absentmindedly stared at his mechanical limbs, then back at his patriarchal figure.

He had spent weeks floating in space, having silent nightmares about the first person to defeat him. That Saiyan from Earth.

He clenched his fist.

"Father," Frieza finally replied, his voice dull and emotionless.

"Are you well?" asked King Cold, with the air of someone commenting on the weather rather than one being concerned for his child's safety. "Our best doctors did our best to rehabilitate-"

"I know," Frieza snarled, shifting off the table with a great suddenness; nearly everyone in the room backed away out of pure, unbridled fear. One humanoid alien even jumped into Nabana's arms, much to the latter's chagrin; he dropped the soldier on the ground and chided him for acting so cowardly in Frieza's presence... though Nabana himself was just about as scared as all his fellow men were.

"Father," Frieza continued, with a cruel, seething stride in his voice. "I want a course plotted for the Sol System in the Local Cluster. To a planet called Earth."

King Cold quickly felt himself swarmed by annoying soldiers that were cowering and whimpering like frightened children almost instantly. Annoyed, he flared out his aura at about a quarter percent of its intensity. The soldiers crowding King Cold shrieked and backed away, then quickly tried to assume a less fear-stricken posture, so as to save face with their superiors.

"Fools..." King Cold said dismissively, before replying back to Frieza. "If I may inquire, what business do you have on this..." The Frost Demon monarch pronounced the next word like a human would pronounce the name of an alien word: "...'Earth'?"

Frieza's teeth were bared, anger overwhelming filling his being as his thoughts focused singlemindedly on the first person to defeat him...

"I wish to reduce this planet I speak of into space dust."


A week later, on Planet Earth...

Yamcha was back to what he considered his common training regimen, as he was taking a quick jog on the streets of West City. For the past week, he and Vegeta had been at each other's throats. The usual jabs and so on, and both parties managed to score the last word on each other... but he put that aside to train today, which was a welcome break from such things. And he still had his baseball season with the Taitans coming up.

It had also been a week since he saw Maron that one time, and that left him curious as to what she might be up to. Nobody knew about his one meeting with her, and perhaps this was for the best, for if Krillin or Bulma found out... but it wasn't that big a deal. Yamcha and Maron were nothing more than simple friends. But Yamcha was pretty sure that if those two saw her again, only God, Kami, King Kai or whatever other transcendent being in this universe could know what kind of hell would be raised.

Still, Yamcha somewhat wished that he knew what Maron did for work, and yet he chided himself for this since he was supposed to be loyal to Bulma. But he still remembered that grating feeling the moment that Vegeta showed up; the same one he always felt when Bulma felt infatuation for other men. It especially didn't help that, where most men that Bulma crushed on happened to be villains who were quickly dealt with, Vegeta was a villain who was possibly going to be staying with them for a while. And Bulma, though she denied it, obviously found him interesting.

Of course, Yamcha had rather expected it to happen. He already knew in his own heart. He had always feared and resented the fact that the day might come where another guy would really come between him and Bulma... but maybe Bulma's petty attractions wouldn't be permanent?

To shake himself from these annoying thoughts, Yamcha made a detour to a nearby store to claim some drink. Despite his amazing status as one of the strongest humans on the planet, even he experienced fatigue. And this tended to happen with such a person that had been jogging around town on his lonesome since early this morning (since around 6:00 AM, as a matter of fact), but training to stay in shape came with the territory.

After taking a tour of the store to collect some energy drinks for the continuation of his jog, he made his way to the cash register, hardly making any effort to notice the person at the register.

"OK," said the ex-bandit casually as he moved the four bottles onto the small conveyor belt at the register. "I'll take these energy drinks here, and be out your-"

"Yamcha!"

"Hey?!" Yamcha exclaimed unsteadily as he locked eyes with the woman at the register. Maron! Indeed, the blunette was clad in a red vest worn over a burgundy t-shirt and matching skirt. Unseen to him, she was wearing black high-heels, and a copper name tag was placed on her left breast. As usual, her clothing did very little good in trying to hide her... curves.

"Maron, you..." Yamcha had been thrown for a loop. How had their paths crossed that quickly? "You, uh... work here?"

"Yup!" Maron chirped. "Funny, I was just thinking about you..."

"Really?" said Yamcha, regaining his casual demeanor. "Well, guess we have the same thought process!"

Maron giggled. "So... keeping yourself fit? I can tell by the sweat."

Yamcha nodded and wiped his brow, which was pretty much saturated. "Yeah," he replied, his mouth feeling as dry as his skin was wet. "Also... I'm getting ready for Baseball season. It's a month away."

"Oh, that's right!" Maron said with dawning comprehension.

"What?"

"I hardly keep up with sports," Maron admitted. "I'm more a movie girl myself... but I do remember hearing you joined up with some sports team. I just didn't remember what. So you do baseball?"

"Uh, yeah!" said Yamcha. "Yeah, I started training for baseball around the same time the Saiyans arrived, but I never really got into it until about two years ago. I play for the West City Taitans."

"I knew I'd seen you somewhere else," said Maron pointedly. "I just didn't know where..." She looked past Yamcha for a second to see if there was a growing line at her register. Thankfully, there was no one. She then returned to the conversation. "So! How was your first time with your girlfriend? Did you finally do it?"

Yamcha's face faltered.

"Uh-oh..." said Maron worriedly. "Something happen?"

Yamcha felt an embarrassed blush creep upon his cheeks, feeling ashamed of what had happened a week ago. No matter what way he put it, the incident still sounded extremely humiliating.

"Well..." Yamcha let out a deep sigh. "We almost did it. We were just about to seal the deal, in fact. Bulma had taken her bra off, but... you remember me telling you about a certain guy named Vegeta?"

"That guy who got you killed?"

"Yeah. See," Yamcha continued, suddenly feeling himself sweat again despite the cool environment of the store. "Me and Bulma were just about to... you know. And then Vegeta came crashing out of the sky in a space pod! So... yeah. Basically, I was unintentionally cock-blocked."

"Oof..." Maron mumbled as Yamcha looked at the floor, looking somewhat ashamed. "That... that has to be the queen of all cock-blocks..."

"Tell me about it," Yamcha sighed, leaning against the cash register. "And I think it gets worse..."

"How so?"

"Well..." Yamcha suddenly noticed someone was coming up to Maron's register. "Hey, Maron? When do you get off?"

Maron looked at a small silver watch on her wrist. "My shift ends in about 5 minutes," she replied, looking back up. "Just give me a minute to wrap everything up and I'll be good to go."


The 5 minutes passed a lot like clockwork, as soon Yamcha was slowly jogging alongside Maron, still meaning to keep up his exercise. Maron herself was headed back to her house alongside West City Beach, as it was not far from her job.

As they walked, Maron took her time to glimpse over Yamcha's particularly well-defined features. She remembered her first flirtatious interaction with the man. How she had leaned flirtatiously over him and suggested that maybe they go out, despite her being in a relationship with Krillin at the time, and him being with Bulma. Yamcha's response had been a quiet, half-hearted agreement coupled with a retreat, as he had no intentions of doing Bulma like that. But even now, Maron couldn't deny how alluring the ex-bandit was. Perfectly chiseled features and muscles. A handsome face. Scars across his cheeks. Long, scraggly hair. He was undeniably handsome in many ways. Maron blushed and looked away, coming to the conclusion that she indeed found Yamcha attractive.

Yamcha himself didn't notice Maron eating the eye candy, so he didn't say anything until Maron decided to restart where they left off in the store.

"So... what's worse?"

"Huh?"

"Your relationship, I mean..." explained Maron.

"Oh, yeah..." Yamcha rubbed the back of his head and sighed. "Well... it's crazy to think of, but I guess I knew it would happen eventually. You see... Bulma's always been into 'bad boys,' so to speak. And..."

He gulped.

"I think Bulma is attracted to Vegeta."

Maron gasped, and rounded on Yamcha.

"Hush your damn mouth!" she snapped. "What kind of slut...?!"

"Whoa, whoa, hold on!" Yamcha laughed nervously, stopping his jogging pace to put his hands up. "I mean..." he continued, looking to the side as if to find a proper explanation to Bulma's unknown crush. "I never said she showed it openly, but... like I said, Bulma's type has always been bad boys. And I used to be that bad boy."

"But isn't that a little far?" asked Maron, one eyebrow raised over the other. "I mean, you're talking about your girlfriend falling for a mass murderer from space."

"You wouldn't be so surprised if you knew Bulma as well as I do," replied Yamcha. "Bulma pretty much stares at anyone with good looks, and that makes me wonder... whenever I touch her, or kiss her... does she see Vegeta instead of me?"

Maron shrugged. "I don't know," she answered back. "But when I was with Krillin, I thought of nothing but him, and him only."

'Besides that time I flirted with you,' she added to herself in her mind. 'I can't even remember if I was being serious back then...'

But she did find Yamcha cute...

"I don't know..." Yamcha sighed, taking a deep breath as he continued his jog. "I still love Bulma. And I'd fight for her to the bloody end, but..."

"...but the fact that your girlfriend tends to stare at other men gets to you," Maron concluded. "How many men has she gone after while you were together?"

"I really don't wanna know," admitted Yamcha. "But I'm pretty sure it's been at least half a dozen..."

"Ouch..." Maron decided to make another statement. "Well, you said you guys have been going out for about a decade? If that's the case, she always came back to you..."

"Yeah," muttered Yamcha sourly. "But it doesn't help matters. Every time she goes staring, her eyes always speak 'major upgrade.' I feel like she'd drop me like a sack of potatoes if she could..."

"Well... if it's that bad," Maron wondered aloud, "...have you ever felt like your relationship was getting nowhere? I mean, what are you gonna do if it doesn't, and it ends? You really have no idea what you'll do?"

"That's the gist of it..." sighed Yamcha. "All these years I've been with Bulma, and I just don't... I don't know. I just don't know."

"Hmm..." Maron pondered these things a few times over, leaving a small silence between her and her company. "Well... if worse comes to worse and it ends, you at least have friends."

"I guess so..." Yamcha said quietly...

'But I want more than that,' a dreary voice in his head spoke. 'I don't wanna spend my life alone in uncertainty.'

Hiding his discontent state of mind, he lent Maron a smile. "Hey, uh, thanks. I... really appreciate these talks we have."

"Don't mention it," replied Maron, nudging his shoulder. "Besides, it's nice getting to see people from the past every now and then. I'd kinda like to see the whole gang again someday, but..."

The reference to those Yamcha knew so well sparked up an idea that he instantly threw out: "Hey, maybe I can introduce you to everyone again!"

The suggestion came at Maron instantly, and she was not prepared for it at all. This was a proposition to meet people that she had not seen in the span of a whole year, but this was not what scared her. It was the fact that she would most likely have to see her ex-boyfriend. And given how she simply walked away from the break-up like it was no big whoop - and was picked up by another man shortly after - Krillin probably hated her and had told everyone what a horrible person she was. Surely they wouldn't welcome her back after her previous actions, even if she regretted them! And that wasn't even counting Chi-Chi and Bulma, whom she had insulted many times...

Instantly, she began to wave her hands defensively while protesting, which alerted Yamcha to having said something tactless.

"What?" she squeaked, high-pitched. "I... no! No no no no no! I mean... Yamcha, I can't... not after I..."

"Whoa, whoa, OK," Yamcha put his hands up as well. "Never mind, Maron, I... well, I didn't say you had to meet them all now... maybe later?"

"I'm sorry, Yamcha..." Maron groaned. "I mean..."

But before she could say what she meant, a phone rang. Yamcha whirled around to his pocket, and it was his phone going off. Giving Maron an index finger as an indication to wait, he accepted the call and placed the device to the side of his head.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Hey, Yamcha." It was Bulma, and she sounded somewhat harried. Before he could question her, Bulma continued, forcing Yamcha to swallow his words. "Look, it's important. Vegeta's freaking out. He says he sensed Frieza or something."

It took a second for Yamcha to register with the words, and he suddenly felt a great fear come over him. Frieza? Frieza was coming? The Emperor of the Universe he heard from King Kai about? The one who destroyed the Saiyan race?! The one Goku killed?!

Maron, noticing his expression, leaned over to lock eyes with him. Maron veering into Yamcha's line of sight snapped him out of his frozen state and he answered back.

"I'll be right over."

"Bring your Gi, too!"

After that quick call, Yamcha acknowledged Maron on what information he had received. "Yeah, Maron, I gotta go. Something big popped up, as in huge..."

"What?"

"I'm not entirely sure," said Yamcha seriously. "But it's something about Frieza..."

"Frieza..." Maron mouthed the word, taking the name out of her memory bank and reminding herself of who it was that bore this name. "Isn't that the name of that alien guy who blew up planets or..." It took the length of that whole sentence for her to suddenly realize the meaning of what Yamcha had said, and the enormity of the whole situation struck her. "Should I..." Maron continued slowly. "Should I start preparing for the destruction of Earth or...?"

"No, no," assured Yamcha. "We'll handle it." He began to run down the sidewalk before taking flight as fast as he could, bound for Capsule Corp. "Sorry, gotta go, see ya!"

"Uh, OK!" Maron called out after him, feeling a great deal nervous as she saw Yamcha fly out of sight.


Outside of Earth's atmosphere, past Mars...

The ominous shape of King Cold's saucer-like mothership hovered forth, on a beeline for the majestic planet called Earth. The ship itself was an irregularity in the Sol System, foreign to the planets that did not acknowledge its existence. Without shred of caution, it loomed slowly towards its intended target.

Within the bridge, the cybernetically enhanced Lord Frieza, Emperor of the Universe, the strongest in the cosmos, oversaw the view beyond the violet-tinted glass of his father's spaceship. Said parental figure sat within his command chair, casually seated with his hand placed on the side of his cheek. Both pairs of red eyes observed the beautiful planet within view of their ship.

"Curious," Frieza commented, his mechanical tail curling up. "That simian bastard originated on such a lovely planet. I only knew the name of it, but it is quite beautiful."

"Quite," agreed King Cold with a chuckle. "I would very much like to add it to our collection of planets under our rule. That is, after we find this Saiyan who humiliated you."

"I never grow weary of reducing thriving populations to lowly slaves," Frieza admitted, making a light snicker that was as chilling as his persona. Numerous crewmen around them shivered.

"I only find it surprising that we have never found this elegant place yet," King Cold mused, placing his hand on his chin. "We have not ventured near this star cluster very much."

"At least our journey her has proven fortuitous, Father," replied Frieza, his lips curled into a grin. "The Saiyan indeed discovered a very... eye-catching place to begin his life."

Frieza closed his remaining organic eye and his photo-receptor replacement closed to together as the Frost Demon fantasized his revenge against the Saiyan known as Son Goku.

"But it will end soon. And this planet will be property of our empire..."


And with that done, the Future Trunks Saga is very much underway. In all verity, I really hope more people read this fanfiction besides just 5 or 6 people. And I pray for more reviews. But please don't flame.

As you know, yes, I am incorporating the movies into this timeline, but only one movie in this timeline has taken place so far. And that is the Dead Zone movie with Garlic Junior. Doctor Wheelo, Turles, and Lord Slug do not exist, as their appearances would've taken place during the Namek Arc. So there is no mention of them in this universe. Moreso, the trilogy of Broly movies will not take place, since Canon Broly exists.

On an added note, I would also like to thank LastationLover5000, the amazing author of The Erased Chronicles, for some help on descriptions in this chapter.

I think that's all I need to write down. I will see you in the next chapter.

Sky-Kaiser out.