Chapter 67

Zarbon studied the child for no more than a moment, suddenly pushing his way past the other warriors and into the ship. He cast a glance at Vegeta as he moved, scowling at the glazed-over, stupefied look in the Saiyan's eyes. With a snort he barged into the ship, breaking into a run once he reached the smooth, metallic walls of the vessel. When he reached the bridge he quickly went over to Piccolo, who was lying in a pool of his own purplish blood, and checked his pulse. His ki was fluctuating rapidly, but his pulse, although weak, was steady. Zarbon nodded and rushed to the video console, rapidly typing in commands. Arlia, Arlia, do you read me? he said, sweat popping out on his brow. He knew there was nothing he could do from so far away, but he just couldn't stand not knowing. Was Bulma all right? Did the Empire still exist? Was there even an Arlia for them to go back to?

He held his breath and stared at the screen, his stomach twisting when only static answered him. From the look of the readout it seemed that Arlia's deep space communication was no longer online. Had something happened to the satellites? Damn it, he sighed, closing his eyes and planting his hands flat on the surface of the console as he hung his head.

Vegeta burst into the room, nearly stepping on Piccolo in his haste to get near the console. Well? What's going on? he snapped, but behind his dark, angry gaze Zarbon was fairly certain he could see fear.

Zarbon resisted the urge to give the diminuitive Prince a good shove. Communications are down. It's almost like the satellites were destroyed, Zarbon grumbled as Goku, Radditz, and the unconscious Bata joined them.

And Arlia? Radditz asked, face pale and body tense.

Zarbon sighed again and turned back to the console, quickly entering more commands. he said, pointing to a spot on the screen. The planet still exists, at the very least. I'm afraid that there's no way to know whether or not it still holds life.

It's not like Arlia is a resellable planet, Radditz growled. They'll destroy it for sure.

Suddenly Goku held up his palm, face dark with a scowl. Hey, guys, it's not over yet! Don't you have any faith in Bulma? I mean, she's there, and she's a genius. You don't think she'll be able to pull it off?

Zarbon pursed his lips and studied the younger man's face for a few moments. I don't doubt her abilities, Goku. What worries me is the sheer number of troops Freeza might have sent.

What can we do? Gohan interjected, voice breaking with sobs. This is my fault! If I was there, somebody would be able to protect Bulma!

You couldn't even protect your own mentor, Vegeta spat.

Oh, shut up, Zarbon growled at the smaller man. Vegeta snarled in return and looked as if he wanted to fight, but once again Goku's voice broke the tension.

Well, if Bulma's that outnumbered, shouldn't we do something quickly? I know we're far away, but it still feels like we should be able to help somehow.

Zarbon nodded resolutely. Yes, we should. If we can end this we can save everyone.

And the sooner the better. The troops attacking the Empire will dissipate if Freeza's killed, Radditz added.

I don't care about the good of the people, Vegeta grunted. All I require is my revenge.

We're wasting time, Zarbon hissed. Radditz, get Bata into one of the rooms and try to wake him up. Make certain he's in no condition to harm anyone. I'll be there shortly.

Right away, Radditz replied, taking the heavy, blue body from his brother and leaving the room.

Goku, fix Piccolo. Gohan, help your father.

Vegeta scowled, apparently at the fact that it was Zarbon, and not him, that was in charge. This is nonsense, he muttered, staring at the blank screen.

Zarbon watched the Saiyan for a few moments, narrowing his eyes at the angry veins that were beginning to stand out in Vegeta's forehead. Finally the slience was too much for him and he snapped, turning to Vegeta with a growl. Aren't you worried about Bulma at all? he shouted. What the hell is wrong with you?

I can do nothing for her. If she does not live through this it is because of her weakness, not mine, Vegeta said coldly.

Are you completely heartless? She's your wife, your lifemate, and you don't care one way or another if she's killed?

Vegeta closed his eyes and lowered his chin. It might be better that way. . .

Zarbon thought for sure he was having an aneurysm, he was so incredibly frustrated. You're really, truly stuck on this, aren't you? Not only do you not care whether or not your wife lives, but you're planning on committing suicide! You think that if Bulma is weak then she should die, and yet you don't have the strength to keep on living! You're not even going to try to live through this, are you?

There's no other way.

There has to be, Zarbon snapped. I am not going to let that woman be left behind. You have no idea what it's like to be left behind, to know that you have to live the rest of your days without ever seeing the face that lit up your life ever again.

You overestimate my relationship with the woman, Vegeta murmured.

Do I, Vegeta? Maybe so. However, I think she's the best thing that will ever happen to you, and you're just throwing it all away. Trust me, you won't know what you had until it's gone.

When Vegeta finally moved his eyes seemed very, very tired. It's worth it. This is worth it. Bulma's strong; I know she'll live, and I know she'll live on without me. The pain of the severed bond will be hard, at first, but since she's only human she should be able to deal with it.

That's it, then? You're just going to leave her behind?

I have to.

Zarbon looked at Vegeta long and hard, his insides feeling as if all the moisture was sucked from them. What did he do to you? What did he do that was so awful that you're willing to give up everything else to get your revenge?

Vegeta stared him straight in the eyes, surprising him. He took me from myself, he answered, tones flat and cheeks pale. He robbed me of control of my body, my mind, and my life. Do you know the horror of being unable to master your own body, of being humiliated in front of everyone and not able to do a single thing about it but let tears slide down your cheeks?

Zarbon was silent for several moments, the picture of what had happened slowly becoming clearer. I never blamed you for hating him, Vegeta. He's a monster and deserves your hatred. What I don't think is right is for you to punish Bulma with your death. Regardless of how you feel about her, she loves you. Losing you will hurt her, and do you really want to think of those big, blue eyes harboring such pain?

I wouldn't be around to see it. Besides, what do you know?

Zarbon shook his head, surprised at the lack of heat in Vegeta's words. My wife died, was killed. It was over forty years ago, and I haven't loved since. If I was able to go back and save her, I would. I love her so much that I would give my life for her, even now.

Vegeta leveled a solemn gaze at Zarbon. I didn't know.

You never listened.

The Saiyan turned his head to the side, lips pursed. But, that being said, you should understand.

Understand what?

Dying to protect someone, he said, and was gone from the room.

You do love her, Zarbon whispered to himself, moisture rising in his eyes. He took a moment to master himself, then trotted away. It was time to see what they could get out of Bata.

It took him only a moment to see that Radditz had understood Zarbon's unspoken command, for Bata was barely able to sit up, even tied upright as he was to the chair. Dark bruises mottled his blue skin, and one eye was completely swollen shut. Radditz saluted Zarbon as he came into the room. I see you got rid of Goku, Zarbon said.

Radditz glanced at Bata just as a long stream of blood-laden saliva snaked from the captive's mouth. I didn't think he needed to see it. Besides, Gohan needs him now.

Zarbon mumbled, walking around their captive. After a few rotations he stopped in front of Bata and crossed his arms over his chest.

he said loudly, face hard and cold. Can you hear me?

Rot in hell, Bata wheezed.

Zarbon nodded at Radditz, who struck Bata. The Ginyu member screamed and twitched to the side, breathing hard. Now do you understand the situation? he said icily. I ask the questions and you answer them. Remember, Saiyans are known for their brutality.

Pain is nothing to a Ginyu, Bata hissed.

Zarbon nodded again, the large Saiyan striking Bata hard on an already-bleeding wound. I think you'll also find that I did not rise so high in Freeza's ranks because of my mercy, he said smoothly. I might not have a higher power level than any of you in the Ginyu Force, but I am far more clever. You would do well to answer the questions.

You're going to kill me anyway.

Zarbon put a finger to his cheek, tilting his head as if thinking. he said after a moment. There is that distinct possibility. However, there is also a chance that we will let you go. After all, just one warrior isn't a threat to us.

Information for my life?

More or less. He turned to Radditz and gave a signal, the Saiyan calling up various star maps on the small screen in the room. Honestly, Bata, what do you owe to Freeza? Your rank? Your pay? What did he ever do for you?

We have honor, the blue man spat.

Zarbon shrugged. I don't disagree. However, your loyalty was to the Captain, was it not, and he is dead.

He would have killed Jeice, Radditz added. He was going to swap Jeice into his own dying body.

Zarbon nodded. Is that sort of behavior worth honoring?

Bata was silent for several minutes, his bumpy, blue brow wrinkled. What do you want to know? he murmured.

I'm pleased to see that you still possess some sense, Zarbon replied. We want to know where Freeza is.

I don't know.

Radditz. . .

Bata cried out as he was struck again. No, really! he protested. Freeza could be anywhere!

Then tell us where he might be.

But I-

Radditz hit Bata again, this time squarely on his broken shoulder. Are you sure? the big Saiyan growled.

Give us a guess, Zarbon said smoothly, examining his fingernails. Drat, they were chipped. He hated what battle always did to his nails, and he didn't know if he'd have time to repair them before they met Freeza.

And soon, Radditz joined in, his voice so low it almost sounded like a purr.

He wouldn't be with the main fleet, Bata said quickly. He's probably camped out somewhere on a planet, watching the action. He doesn't even issue most of the battle commands.

I know, Zarbon said. That was one of my functions.

Then you know as much as I do! Bata protested.

Shall I? Radditz asked, and Zarbon nodded.

Bata moaned, head lolling about.

I was Freeza's right hand for decades. I need something from you that I wouldn't know. That means I don't give a shit about Freeza's habits, ships, et cetera. I already know all that. What I want from you is his current position. Where can we find Freeza?

There are too many places. . .

Would you like Radditz to show you his fist again? Zarbon replied calmly. I'm sure he's more than happy to do so.

I'd say the Urien system or Huyar. They were cleared recently for sale.

How recently?

Four months ago.

Not good enough, Zarbon muttered, giving Radditz the signal. Once Bata stopped screaming, he tried again. You had to have received your orders to meet us from Freeza himself. Tell me, what was his position when he sent you out.

A wheezing moan escaped Bata. He was near Breehis, he panted.

Zarbon turned to Radditz and gestured at the charts. Find it, he ordered. A few seconds later Radditz tapped at one of the many spots on the chart.

he said. Next to the Sanlov system.

That's an unusual system, Zarbon said, tapping the side of his chin with a thumb. Only one planet in the system is inhabitable, and ecosystem was destroyed when we cleared it. We had to leave it fallow so that it could right itself and eventually be suitable for sale.

Radditz agreed. And he's there now, do you think?

Zarbon looked over his shoulder at the slumping alien.

I guess there's a pretty good chance, since we weren't directly dispatched too long ago. He was in his flagship, without even an honor guard. Wherever he was headed, it wasn't crowded or dangerous.

As if anyplace was dangerous for Freeza, Radditz growled.

You've told us the absolute truth? Zarbon said, scowling at the captive.

As much as I know, Bata replied.

Zarbon faced the prisoner, studying him for quite some time. I believe you, he said. Breehis isn't far from here.

Do we just let him go? Radditz asked, looking slightly uneasy for the first time.

another voice interjected, and Zarbon clenched his jaw as Vegeta barged into the room.

If it isn't the puppet, Bata said with a chuckle.

Vegeta snarled, backhanding Bata.

My lord, Radditz said, looking even more uncomfortable than before. We already got the information from him.

We're going to release him, Vegeta, Zarbon said sternly.

A feral snarl seized Vegeta's face and he took Bata by the armor, pulling him up off of the chair slightly. You bastards, Vegeta hissed, eyes ablaze. You hounded me year after year, gloating as I was humiliated, enslaved, and now you want mercy?

Zarbon snapped. Put him down!

Why should I grant you your freedom when you took mine away?

You're insane, Bata wheezed.

Because that bastard made me this way! Vegeta gurgled, voice so thick with emotion that his words were nearly undecipherable. You watched the whole thing and merely laughed!

That was years ago, Bata replied tensely, sweat rolling down his blue, bumpy skin.

It was yesterday for me! Vegeta howled. I still wake up screaming! And that wasn't enough for you, was it? It wasn't enough that my people were destroyed. No, you had to break me. Then, after I was released, you still shunned me, put me down, the strongest of all Saiyans! You treated me, royalty, like rubbish!

Calm down! Zarbon shouted, body tense. He didn't like where this was going, but if he tried to fight Vegeta he would lose.

Bata hissed, fear written all over his face.

You tracked me down! You tracked me to the far reaches of the galaxy. You tried to destroy my Empire, my birthright. But no, not even that fulfilled you. You had to hunt down my wife and threaten her! You would have destroyed my family!

Stop this now! Zarbon bellowed, bringing Goku running into the room.

What's happening? I heard shouting, Goku explained, blocked by his brother's arm.

We would have enjoyed it, too, you filthy little monkey, Bata spat. You dirty Saiyans were always in the way. Sure, you were strong, but never strong enough to make a difference and just dumb enough to make things difficult. Oh yes, we would have destroyed your Empire, but not your wife, if rumors are to be believed. Word has it that she's quite a beauty, and if that's true, I'm sure we would have found other uses for her, if not for ourselves, for our men.

Vegeta screamed in inarticulate rage and closed his gloved hands around Bata's neck. Zarbon and Goku cried out simultaneously, Goku breaking past his brother's grip. Vegeta howled again and twisted with all his might, Zarbon's stomach falling into his knees as he heard the sickening crunch of bones being pulverized. Bata didn't even have time to gurgle, his head flopping to the side like a bag of sand.

Goku roared, dashing over to Bata and feeling his pulse, gently touching the blue-skinned face. He turned a furious face to Vegeta, his dark gaze burning with rage and pain as tears formed in the corners of his eyes. How could you? How could you kill a defenseless person?

He deserved it, Vegeta mumbled, spitting on the floor.

Even so, Zarbon said with a scowl. It was uncalled for.

Dammit, I call the shots! Vegeta bellowed. I am the Prince! I am the Emperor! You will do as I say!

Those might be your titles, but we're not your slaves, Zarbon snarled.

Radditz stepped in between them, his massive body completely blocking Vegeta from Zarbon's sight. I don't agree with what was done, but it's too late now. Bata's dead. It's not like an innocent was killed. What we need to do now is find Freeza and defeat him.

Zarbon shot Radditz a cold, hard stare, but soon relented. You're right. We have bigger things to accomplish right now, he mumbled.

I'm sorry, there's nothing we can do for him now, Radditz said, putting a large hand on his brother's shoulder.

I know, I know, Goku said, wiping away his angry tears with a forearm. It just wasn't fair.

Few things in this life are fair, Zarbon muttered. Radditz, throw him out the airlock.

Yes, sir, Radditz said, and Zarbon closed the door on all of them and left the room.

Zarbon couldn't tell if it had been hours, days, weeks, months, or years when they finally pulled close to the Breehis system. All of them were assembled on the bridge, Piccolo having made a nice recovery, although Gohan's eyes were shadowed and haunted. It'll be over soon, he said to the child as he passed, gently patting the boy's head.

Yes, sir, Gohan muttered.

Zarbon watched as Piccolo put a hand on Gohan's shoulder, the action almost immediately echoed by Goku on the boy's other side. Sympathy flooded through Zarbon. He remembered how difficult his first kill had been. In fact, the subsquent kills were just as difficult, until life became so cheap it was hard to remember if his own was worth anything at all. He wondered what it would have been like to have children, what it would have felt like to see his blood mingled forever with Bethsena's in the faces of their children. Well, that was long past and there was nothing to be done about it. He couldn't help but think, however, that the reason his past seemed to have caught up with him was because his tuture was growing ever shorter.

He wished he could have reassured Gohan that their enemy's life would be over soon, but he feared it was the opposite. There was precious little hope that they would survive the fight with Freeza, although he would most certainly die trying. Living through the fight would be even better. Still, he would not run, not even to save his own life. The more Zarbon thought about it, the worse he realized Freeza was, and it astounded him that he could have turned such a blind eye to it for the majority of his existence. No, he was worse than blind; he was an accomplice. Zarbon had been instrumental in Freeza's plans, always telling the tyrant where to strike the people where it hurt most. He had the blood of innocents on his hands, and even the blood of people he thought should be killed stained him. Doling out death should never have been his area of expertise, and yet it had been. If he did die in the battle there was no hope for him. He would never see his Bethsena in Hell, and hoped that she wasn't able to see what he had become.

We're getting close, Radditz said from where he sat at the helm. It won't be long before our sensors will be able to detect something the size of Freeza's flagship.

Vegeta said from the captain's chair, lying across it sideways.

Zarbon felt eyes upon him and glanced up to meet Goku's gaze. The usually-open expression was gone, replaced by a hardness Zarbon would have never suspected in the young man. The dark stare was resigned and courageous, but also a little sad. Don't give yourself up, Goku said softly.


Even if it gets hard, we're all still worth something. We can't throw our lives away, Goku elaborated.

Zarbon narrowed his eyes, searching for any trace of the idiot he knew. He found nothing but steel. I'll do my best, he murmured in reply. I can do no more.

That'll be all it will take, Goku replied with a nod, suddenly breaking out into a beaming smile.

Zarbon sighed and searched the Saiyan's face again, giving up only when he realized the moron card was being played once again. He took a moment to wonder once more about the Earth-Saiyan, then accepted that he would never truly know. Goku was trustworthy, Radditz loved him, and that was enough.

Signal confirmed, Radditz said from the helm. Freeza's here, but there are no other ships.

Bata was right, Zarbon breathed with a shake of his head.

At least he was good for something, Vegeta hissed.

You shouldn't have killed him, Goku said angrily. It wasn't right.

Vegeta turned slowly in his chair and fixed Goku with a cold stare, the expression on his face somehow odd, as if burdened. Do you honestly think that with all the bloodstains on my hands I have any reason to be concerned with right and wrong? he said slowly, then turned away again.

We're screwed, Piccolo growled.

I tend to agree, Zarbon whispered in reply, knowing that only the Namek's sharp hearing would be able to pick up his hushed tones. Land away from the ship. It's almost certain that he knows we're here, but we don't have to touch down right on his vessel, he said more loudly.

Yes, sir, Radditz said, the tones of his voice slightly unstable. Zarbon sighed inwardly. Everyone was scared, even himself. Well, Goku and Piccolo weren't afraid, but that was because they didn't know what they were up against.

Hey, we're gonna win this, Goku said to his brother, then leaned against the wall and shut his eyes, as if meditating.

We don't have a choice, Zarbon added. Think what will happen if we don't win. Even if we set aside our personal vendettas, Freeza has done more than enough harm for us to need to deal out justice. Some of us have done evil things, and perhaps by killing once more we can set things right.

Vegeta growled. We have to win to punish that bastard.

Same thing, Piccolo snorted.

Zarbon nodded and took a deep breath. Okay, Radditz, land this thing.

Radditz replied, and they began their descent.

Vegeta stood by the hatch, staring at his distorted reflection in the shiny metal as he waited for it to open. Soon, soon he would have his revenge. He might end up dead, but it would be worth it.

Don't make any moves until we know exactly what's going on, Zarbon was cautioning those behind him, and the hatch began to open.

Vegeta was the first to step outside, discarding his surprise at the untouched beauty of the planet. He never would have guessed that it was so beautiful. Long grasses waved in the breeze, trees everywhere. Large cliffs loomed in the distance and the smell of fresh water greeted his nostrils. Glancing up, he drank in the sight of the daytime sky, the color so alive and refreshing after the endless darkness of space. In fact, the color of the sky was a vibrant color of blue, the hue almost heartbreakingly serene, not a cloud to be seen. The color was the exact same blue as her eyes, he realized, and something inside him felt like it was being pulled. He turned his attention back to the ground and took a deep breath, memorizing the scenery of the place he was going to die.

Stick together, Zarbon said, his tone one used to commanding soldiers. Well, he would not let himself be commanded. The last person who had commanded the Saiyan Prince was about to meet his maker. Breaking into a run with a feral snarl, he launched himself into the air, training his senses on the awesome ki of Freeza. He had several dozen soldiers with him, but that wouldn't be enough. No, Vegeta was hell-bent on killing Freeza, and the soldiers would only serve as a warm-up.

he heard someone shout, unable to tell who it was. Vegeta merely clenched his jaw and sped up his flight, determined that no one would stand in his way now that he was so close. It took him only minutes to reach his destination, and even from the height he flew at he could hear the sounds of the scouters going haywire as they registered his power level.

Say goodbye! Vegeta screamed, plunging into the thick of the soldiers. He felt a sadistic exhilaration as he let loose ki blast after ki blast, cackling madly as bodies either vaporized completely or exploded in showers of blood around him. Shouting arose from the mass of troops, and soon beams were leveled at him. Throwing up a ki shield immediately, he chuckled as the weaklings tried to land a hit. He was tiring quickly of the game, though, and wanted the master to appear. Show yourself, Freeza! he roared, starting to direct his energy toward the ship, when suddenly someone else joined the fray.

These guys aren't very good at all, Kakarott said beside him, nonchalantly breaking skulls. Are you sure they belong to this Freeza guy?

Vegeta spat. Freeza doesn't need guards. These soldiers are only used as decoys.

Kakarott scowled. Freeza sounds like a real winner, he grumbled.

You have no idea. No one else is capable of the abominable deeds that Freeza has done, Vegeta replied, casually severing a soldier's head from its neck.

There you are! Kakarott said with a grin, taking time out from the fighting to give a quick wave.

Didn't I tell you not to run off? Zarbon's irritated voice said, and Vegeta could feel that everyone else had arrived as well. Within moments the battle was over, Radditz going through the soldiers and methocially killing any that were merely unconscious.

That's not very nice, Radditz, Kakrott said.

He's doing his job, Vegeta snapped. We don't one of the peons distracting us in the middle of the battle.

And rightfully so, a smooth, cold voice said, and Vegeta's stomach turned to stone in his abdomen. It had been a long time since he had heard that voice. After all, you're going to need all your energy for me.

Zarbon hissed before Vegeta got the chance. He stole a glance at the tall, green-haired man, unable to read the tension in his body that he heard in his voice. Zarbon's stance remained relaxed, but his eyes betrayed him. Zarbon didn't seem frightened, but he had to be. He, of all people, knew how strong Freeza was.

That's Freeza? Kakarott exclaimed, pointing a finger at the diminuitive alien staning on the ramp of the ship in front of them.

In the flesh, the alien said with a short bow, his tail lashing out behind him and his black horns glinting in the sunlight.

But he reminds me of a little girl!

Vegeta heard Piccolo groan and turned to see Radditz rubbing his temple. Goku, shut up, Radditz groaned.

Freeza sashayed down the ramp, his splayed toes coming to rest in the grass. It seems that the gang's all here, he said smoothly, his full lips stretching into a mocking smile. You've assembled quite the little posse to get rid of me, haven't you, little Veggie?

Vegeta felt rage rip through him and he started forward, his tail tightening around his waist. Kakrott whispered, the sound stopping Vegeta in his tracks.

Let's see, Freeza said, putting a petite hand to his pointed chin and stroking his skin. We have the Farolian, two Saiyans, a boy that looks sort of like a Saiyan, and is that a Namekian? My goodness, you've been busy.

There's three Saiyans, Kakarott said, stepping forward. I'm a Saiyan from Earth, and I'm here to help end your evil.

Evil is all relative, my boy, Freeza replied with a chuckle. Although I must admit I'm disappointed to find out that there was a Saiyan out there that escaped my attention. I simply cannot account for my carelessness.

Just as well, Zarbon said tartly. We're not interested in hearing it, anyway.

Those guys talk a lot, Kakarott said into Vegeta's ear.

Vegeta simply nodded and did his best to school the panic that kept trying to drown him. He stood in front of his worst enemy, his most private nightmare, and yet he still seemed so far away from his goal. Whatever was he going to do? Was Freeza truly invincible?

Freeza's face wrinkled with displeasure as he laid eyes upon Zarbon. Freeza said, mouth twisting as he said the word, as if it was poisonous. You're still alive, despite my best efforts to kill you.

You haven't tried hard enough, Zarbon replied.

Freeza shook his head. Of all my soldiers, I never expected you'd be the one to betray me, beautiful Zarbon. You were one of my best ornaments.

What choice did you give me? Zarbon cried. You told me that if I failed in my mission you would kill me yourself! I decided to take my chances with Vegeta, and I have learned a lot about him. If his soul is in the right place he will have no problem beating you to a bloody pulp.

Confident in the little monkey, aren't you? Freeza chuckled. No matter, it will be over soon. He stretched out his arms and popped his knuckles, black nails standing out sharply in contrast to his pale skin. Now, do you all want to die quickly or slowly?

Shut up, Piccolo growled, launching himself at the alien without warning.

Don't fight him one-on-one! Zarbon cried. Our chances will improve if we gang up on him!

That doesn't seem very fair, Kakarott grumbled.

Fairness doesn't exist here, Vegeta said as he rushed to join the Namekian. Oh, how he wanted to hurt Freeza. He wanted to torture him in an unspeakable manner, wanted to pay him back for every beating, every ache, every night of gut-wrenching hoplessness and isolation. With a cry Vegeta hurled himself toward Freeza, only to be knocked backward by the airborne body of the Namekian. They grunted as they hit the ground, and soon after he heard the others fall as well, Freeza's cold chuckle sailing through the air above them.

Fairness never existed anywhere, the pale alien snickered, his cruel eyes smiling down at Vegeta as his three-toed foot pressed Vegeta's arm into the earth. Now die.