"How did the operation go? I thought you said it was a success."

"Huh…?" Voices all around.

"It was, sir. It was a total success, your son is fine."
"Well then if he's fine then why isn't he waking up?"

"That voice… I know it…"

"Sir although the operation was successful, he may still need time to recover, time for his artificial body parts to adjust to his old muscles and tissue. His body needs time to sort itself out."
"Well how much time?!"
"I really couldn't say… it could take days, weeks, or even just a few hours."
"Surely you can guess."
"Based on your son's abilities and strength, he'll probably come round in a day or two."

"Son…?"

"That long?!"

"Well, he needs to be ready."

"Are they talking about me…?"

"…Alright then fine. Get out of here, I'll stay and wait for a while."
"Hai, Kold-sama."

"Kold…?"

Where am I…? I want... to get out. Everything is black. I can't see!
Where am I?! Let me out!
"LET ME OUT!"
I heard a smash. Like smashing glass. I feel with a thud into a sitting position. I felt different. Not so… "peaceful" anymore. My eyes... Open them… I want to open them.

So I did. I saw a room. It was white mostly, except for the furniture. I looked down. There was blue liquid everywhere. Had I just been in it? Yes… that was it. The liquid was what had given me the peaceful feeling. It had healed me…
Healed me from what?
"Son, you never cease to amaze me." The voice I recognized said. I looked, and I saw a giant purple man in front of me. I recognized him, as well…
"Here I am thinking I'll be waiting days for your recovery, and then not only do you recover, you even smash up the regeneration tank in the process." The man smiled.
"Was that what it was?" I asked.
"Well of course." The man replied. "Where else would you be?"
"…"
"How do you like your new body?"
"New body…?" I started to feel confused.

"Yes." The man nodded. "I found you in pieces floating through space. I'm sorry I didn't manage to save more of your original body. The doctors had to give you a lot of new metallic parts." He explained. I looked at my hands as he did so. One was metal, and the other was white skin.
"Look at yourself in the mirror." He nodded his head and I followed its directions. There was a large piece of glass there, and a weird-looking creature inside it. My reflection. I was almost completely metal, except for the left side of my face and torso, and my right arm. My eyes weren't artificial, though… they scared me.
"What do you think?" the man asked.
"About what?" I replied, still staring at the creature in the mirror.
"What do you mean? You look completely different!"
"What's different about me?" I asked.
"Huh?" he looked at me as I turned my head to look at him. "Frieza… Are you alright?"
"Am I Frieza…?" I said. Yeah. Must be. "So that's my name..."
"Eh?" he gave me a funny look. "Is this a joke?"
"I'm not laughing." I replied. "Who are you?"
"Why, you - - I'm your FATHER!" he snapped. "How can you forget about me? What on earth has happened to you?!"
"I don't know…." I looked at the ground. "Where am I?"
"You're on my ship. Frieza, you've been here a hundred times before!"
my father insisted. He looked at me. "What happened to you on Namek?"
"I... Don't know." I said. "I don't even know what Namek is…"
"This is ridiculous –" my father growled. "Wait here!" he stormed out.

I looked back at my reflection. That thing... I couldn't believe it was me. It didn't feel like me… I moved closer to the mirror. I stared into the creature's eyes. I'm afraid. Afraid of the thing looking back at me... Why? It's me. I can't hurt myself.
But it's not me. That's the problem. That man isn't my father. I'm not on board my father's ship. Who… Am I?

I heard that man shouting. I listened to what he was saying. He was angry. It terrified me.

"Successful?! You call that SUCCESSFUL?! My son has lost his MOMORY!"

"My memory…?" Yes… that was right. It's all gone. But… it feels like… my memory wasn't all there in the first place. It feels like… there are thing I'd forgotten before now. Important things…

"Sir, I assure you, these effects will only be temporary. We did not expect this to happen therefore it must be a –"
"What do you mean?! You mean you didn't check for side effects before performing the operation?!"
"Sir, I have done this many times before, and not once have I come across memory loss in the patient. In fact, this operation has been in performance for years now. Hundreds of people have undergone it, and not one has lost their memo –"
"If my son is not recovered within a WEEK, I will personally dispose of you!"
"Y-Yes sir…"

I'm trembling. The parts of me that can tremble, at least. I'm afraid…
what's going on? I want to know who I am. I want to know what I'm afraid of.
Please… Help me…

"Frieza," My father walked back into the room.
"What is your name?" I asked him.
"Kold." He replied. "King Kold. You are Prince Frieza, prince of changelings."
"Changelings…?"
"Our race." Kold told me.
"Is there… anyone else?" I know there's someone in those lost memories.
"Yes. You have an older brother, Coola."
"No… that's not it." I mumbled. "Aren't there any others?"
"No. It's just us three." Kold answered. "As well as the rest of our race, but you mean family, don't you?"
"Are there any friends?" I asked.
"No. Nobody you'd know." Kold said.
"I see…"
"Come on. You need to rest. I'll show you to your bedroom." He walked out.
"…" I followed him.