The flames of Hell were intense. With each eruption of a tongue of fire, charred rock was thrown every which way, littering the dense air with flying debris. Still, the warriors remained unwavering. There were three of them, chosen by Buu to be resurrected into the physical realm using Doale's T3 technology. They stood with their undivided attention on Buu and Emperor Doale who stood before all of them.
The first in line was a short but powerfully build lizard like creature, chosen by the Firebird himself. His body was mostly white, but on his shoulders, head and chest were purple plated armor. They called him Frieza, an Emperor responsible for the destruction of the Saiyan planet. If he was capable of destroying an entire planet of Saiyans, there was no doubt he could handle a handful of them.
The second in line was an android who strongly resembled a regular human. He had jet black shoulder length hair and an orange bandana tied around his neck, contrasting the black T-shirt that hung loosely around his torso. Jeans ripped at the knees and body piercing added to his rough attitude. In life, he had been the team mate of the of the Z Soldier's wives. Together, they worked as a team destroying cities and murdering innocents. But ever since Juuhachi Gou decided to settle with Kuririn, the ridiculous bald monk who fought them at the time, he'd labeled her as a traitor and severed their alliance. Now, forming a new alliance with the Firebird and Buu, Juunana Gou was about to get another chance at destroying at Z Soldiers.
The third was non other than Cell, once again banished to Hell after being murdered by Doale. He glared angrily now at the Firebird standing before, knowing it's presence meant Doale had been forgotten. The Firebird smirked back at Cell, mocking his state. Cell's solid insect like casing was cracked in various places. His pale skin was charred in various areas deeply cut in others.
"You have been called together for a mission," Buu spoke loudly to the three of them. "Using Emperor Doale's T3 technology, we have been able to resurrect you fallen warriors to exact our revenge on the Z Soldiers who have condemned us to this place."
"We already have a main base of operation on the surface of earth," the Firebird continued, "with an army at our disposal. I doubt we will need the army, however. But in case we should choose to employ them, I, being their Emperor, will be in charge of overseeing their missions."
"We will be opening the gate to Earth shortly," Buu began, "and once we get there, we'll rest for the night. But tomorrow morning, we wreak havoc on the Earth. City after city will fall at our feet, the people will beg for their lives, and most importantly, the Z Soldiers will try and confront us."
"They've fought and defeated us before, but not all at once. It will be interesting to see how tomorrow's events will unfold."
***
At the Brief's residence, the morning light shone through the windows in brilliant rays. Birds could be heard outside, shattering the silence with their shrill chirps. Gohan wasn't in the mood. He threw the white sheets over his head, hoping to drown out the light and the sound. It didn't work, and he didn't feel like doing anything about it either.
The past few days had been too quiet. Ever since Doale left to reclaim his kingdom, they hadn't heard a word from him. Well why should they? After all, you were the one who chased him away, Gohan thought bitterly to himself. Doale could be planning anything now, and there was no way of telling what. Except. Kamisama might know the answer. No, it was impossible for the God's powers to penetrate the dark energy barrier that naturally surrounded the Dark Empire, especially when they had the power to tap into the underworld itself. And if they resurrected Buu and Cell, that means they could do the same for whoever they wanted. Gohan hit himself mentally for being such a fool. It was more dangerous to have Doale opposing you than having him on your side. There was a reason why he was the Emperor of such a powerful Empire.
"Stop scolding yourself for what's already been done," a voice said in his head.
"Dad, get outta here," Gohan replied out loud. The door to his temporary room opened and a spiky-haired Goku entered.
"Sorry about that, son," he said. Gohan sighed. It was good to have his father back after so long. After all the man was always disappearing on his family. "I got some bad news for you." Gohan sat up in bed almost immediately and stared at his father with a shocked expression. "About what?" "It's about Doale. He's changed for the worse. He's aware of the Firebird's power inside him and . it's hard to explain, but the Firebird's back. Doale's identity is a thing of the past."
***
"And along with that, he's also resurrected Juunana Gou and Freiza, along with Cell and Buu," Goku continued, now standing in front of an audience consisted of the other Z Soldiers.
"And how is it you know all this, Kakarot?" Vegeta, a shorter Saiyan spoke up with a bitter tone in his voice. "If Kamisama can't penetrate the barrier of Doale's empire, what makes you think you can?"
"Because I'm a part of the Eternal Dragon," Goku explained. "Kamisama is the God of all things good. But being the Eternal Dragon, I am not biased to either good or evil. That's why I know what's going on behind the Dark Empire."
"Juunana Gou is back?" Juuhachi Gou asked, alarmed by Goku's statement. Suddenly the blonde android's usually cool exterior vanished, only to be replaced by a very concerned look. She knew what he was capable of doing. Perhaps she could change him for the better? That could never happen.
"Most of the evils we have faced are teaming up," Goku continued, "and therefore we have to join forces too. We can't let them destroy this planet along with our families and friends."
***
Frieza sat on a cold wooden stool in his quarters, staring out the window towards a city just a few miles away. It's bright lights shone brightly in the night, like jewels waiting to be plucked. Doale's - or should we say, the Firebird's palace was amazing. Dark and gloomy as it was, it had all the luxurious necessities an Emperor should have. Lush, expensive carpets, rare pottery and paintings depicting the ancestors that preceded him.
Frieza took a deep breath and let it out, savoring the fresh air he was able to breathe when he was alive, so long ago. It was so much better than the putrid smell in the underworld, the smell of burning flesh, sulfur gas, sweat and blood. He cursed the Saiyans who killed him and had sent him there. No, he cursed Goku. He was the only one responsible for his death. Goku was the Saiyan who sliced him cleanly into two pieces, a sickening death for the Emperor of the Saiyan planet.
Frieza also remembered Vegeta, the so-called Prince of the Saiyans. That hierarchy was crushed the moment Frieza and his forces set foot on the Saiyan planet. Why he still called himself a prince, Frieza never understood. He wondered if he was a changed man by now after all these years. Frieza's thoughts drifted away into the darkness of slumber. He began salivating like a child without even knowing it, looking forward to the excitement the next morning would bring. Revenge.