Chapter 7
(Impending Doom)
Demetrium strolled down the hall to the medical bay Frieza had been taken to. When he arrived, he found Frieza lying on a table. The robots appeared to have done their job and left, because there was no sign of them. Demetrium moved up to Frieza and shook him. "Wakey wakey, Frieza" he said with an angrily sarcastic note. Frieza regained consciousness. Once he had his senses back, his expression turned dark. He got up.
"I'll kill them all" he said. "Temper, temper, Frieza. Don't be a sore loser. Maybe I'll even let you try again" Demetrium answered almost tauntingly. "Shut up" Frieza responded. "I should kill you for trying such a stupid stunt. Did you think you could get away with it? I was standing at the door!" Demetrium shouted. "I...I'll kill you all..." Frieza uttered with infinite frustration and anger. "For god sake, Frieza! Get over your damn pride! You'll never get off this ship alive if you don't!"
Frieza clutched his head in endless frustration. He clenched his other hand and quivered it as if he were about to go insane. "I'll...try..." he said with teeth clenched. "Good. Now get back to your training." Demetrium commanded. "I'm not exactly in the mood to see that dirty saiya-jin right now. I'm afraid accidents might happen." he pointed out. "All right, how about I give you a music lesson?" Demetrium recommended. "...fine. Whatever" Frieza responded. "Ok, I'll meet you in the music room in a few minutes."
---And so, the gang continued to train. A year passed without much event---
Elsewhere, on some rock drifting through space, the Destroyers looked over the spoils of their latest victory. "We've almost done it" Flionk said triumphantly. "We've got 6 of the bliss stones. We just need the green one. Where is that one anyway?" he asked Razor. "The guys with the purple one said some guy named...Demetrium has it. They said he was in sector...uh...oh why didn't I write it down!" Razor shouted at himself. "Demetrium...I remember that name...what's his last name?" Flionk asked. "Uh...I forgot that too. Damn!" Razor shouted. "Well, go ask again." "Uh, there's a little problem with that sir." "What do you mean?" Flionk asked. "We kind of blew the planet to pieces after we got the stone." "You idiots! Now we have to search for him without any idea who he is. Flank!" he called. "Yeah boss?" he responded. "Go look in the phone book for anyone named Demetrium. How many can there be in the universe?" he asked himself.
"Hold on, I'll check." Flank said. He looked at his watch and started pressing buttons. A few seconds later, he responded "30,960,382." "Aw crap! Now we have to get him to come to us!...Anyone have any ideas?" Flionk asked. "No" "No" "No" "Yes" said Flank. "Really? Well what is it?" Flionk asked. "I say we find some place to eat. I'm starving." "Grrr...WE'RE NOT EATING UNTIL SOMEONE THINKS OF A REAL PLAN!!!" Flionk shouted. "Hmm...I've got it! Razor, where's the nearest T.V. station?"