Chapter 15
(Dreams to dream)
Frieza awakened exactly where he was. He still holds the golden bliss stone. Strangely, nothing had moved. And nothing was moving. Time was frozen.
The battlefield was bathed in a gray and yellow light. Beyond the battlefield was total blackness. Frieza walked away from the pedestal and toward the frozen figures. "What is this? What's going on? Wasn't I supposed to get some kind of power? I don't feel any stronger" he thought. "What if this is the power? The power to freeze time. Hmm...well if that's true, I should be able to unfreeze it."
Frieza concentrated for a while, trying to unfreeze time. Nothing happened. "Well that's not it. So am I trapped here now, frozen in time?" Frieza walked toward the frozen Goku. He looked at its body...lifeless. It reminded him of when Goku had finally died. Frieza had watched it from hell. He had been waiting a long time for it. But as Frieza had watched Goku pass away, surrounded by his family and friends, he looked so peaceful, and Frieza did not feel the satisfaction he thought he would. He had hoped Goku would suffer more. It made it even worse to know that Goku wouldn't be joining him in hell. But now, as he looked at the lifeless Goku, the burning hatred he felt seemed tired and pointless. "Perhaps if revenge is served too cold, it becomes stale and flavorless" he pondered. "Goku...I suppose we're...even now...as if it mattered anyway." He looked at the gold bliss stone in his hand. "Stupid legend" he said, and casts the stone into the ground as hard as he can. On impact, it erupted in a flash of light. The light was replaced by a figure. I looked exactly like Frieza.
"Who are you?" Frieza asked. "Don't you recognize me?" the figure replied. "What is this, some kind of dream?" Frieza demanded. "You might say that" the Frieza clone said. "Why am I here?" Frieza asked. "Because you touched the golden bliss stone." "The legend didn't say anything about this." "Well, that was a pretty stupid legend. It was started by a raving drunk in a bar, who had no idea what he was talking about. By complete coincidence, most of it was true." it explained. "...Why am I here?" Frieza asked again, slowly and frustrated. "Frieza, you must change your evil ways to-" "Dear God! Not this again. Look you, I don't know how many times I have to says this before you people realize I can't be changed. I was born this way, and I'll always be this way. If that's evil, so be it! Besides, I'm going to hell again anyway. I've killed more people than you can imagine" Frieza said. "But perhaps those 3000 years you spent in hell will serve as penance for your sins. It might even compensate for that gas station you robbed" it suggested. "And how would you know?" Frieza asked. "I know" is all it said. "Grrr...I tire of this dream. Be gone figment!" Frieza ordered. "Heh heh heh. Frieza, you've been around for so long, yet you've learned so little. Oh well. Perhaps in another few thousand years..." the creature said as it disappeared. Then the darkness engulfed all once again...