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Chapter 39

Somewhere in space

Bulma, once stripped of her glove, was shackled by a soldier in Frieza's uniform. Thick steel bands cut into her wrists and ankles. Heavy chains were both in behind her and in front of her, connecting each binding to the other three. A ring was used both in front and behind her, where the four chains intersected. In front, a fifth chain was connected, its other end held by Frieza.

Once Lord Frieza and King Cold had finished their conversation with her previous warden, Sirf, she was led like an animal to Frieza's ship. She kept her head low, not bothering to map their route, not bothering to note special features.

When her lead began to go slack she looked up. Frieza had slowed his pace, and came to rest in front of a large round window. When Frieza stopped, so did she. He rose into the air until her leash was tight, and rose higher, forcing her to stumble several steps forward.

Frieza sneered down at his new toy. "You are beneath me."

"I am beneath you." Bulma repeated.

Frieza grinned at the quick reply. "You work for me now."

"I work for you now." Bulma bowed her head.

Frieza let out a sigh. "My brother already, broke, you, didn't he?"

Bulma nodded.

"He gets to have all the fun." Frieza crossed his arms, tightening the chain further, causing Bulma to take another step forward.

"My apologies, my lord." Bulma bowed her head deeper.

Frieza dropped the chain from his grip, still hovering over the woman. "Know this, girl, while I am not as cruel as my brother, I am not nearly as forgiving either."

Bulma took the opportunity to sink to her hands and knees. "Thank you, Lord."

"Up." Frieza rotated his wrist and pointed one finger towards the ceiling. Bulma immediately got to her feet, silently. With precise control of his energy Frieza sent several eye beams towards Bulma's extremities, cutting her shackles to pieces.

Her wrist cuffs were cut first, and hit the ground at the same time as her ankle cuffs. She lifted her hands, looking at her indented flesh, before returning her gaze to Frieza. "Thank you, Lord."

Frieza crossed his legs in the air, and lowered himself to be at an equal level to his new subordinate. "I will not keep you in chains. I will not hurt you. I will tell you what I want, and you will make it happen. If you betray me, if you disregard me, or if you do anything but give any task I assign you your full effort, I will not torture you as Cooler surely has, instead, I will simply put you down and forget you ever existed. Do I make myself clear?"

Bulma snapped her arm to her waist and bowed over it. "Yes, my lord. Thank you."

Frieza cracked a smile. "Good good, glad to hear it. Now, on to your first task."

Bulma patted her butt, nothing. She patted her hips, nothing. She patted her breast, still empty.

Frieza tilted his head. "What, are you doing?"

"My apologies, Lord Frieza." Bulma double checked her body. "I was searching for my notepad and a pen. I, I think Sirf still has it.""

Frieza palmed his head and shook it before pointing at a computer. "Take notes there." He sighed and followed Bulma to the console, still not touching the ground. When Bulma was ready she moved the keyboard to her lap and turned to face her lord.

"My soldier, Jeice, has told me about several inventions of yours, and I would like you to expand on one of them." Frieza lowered his feet to the ground, not adjusting his height at all, and Bulma felt an ache of loss in her core. "Robotic limbs." Frieza continued. "I want to carry that design further. I want you to create an entire being, robotic or cyborg, for me to train with."

Bulma typed on her keyboard as she spoke. "Would you like me to base the design on the same concept as that arm, or start from scratch?"

"I need a training partner." Frieza shook his head. "I do not care how you build it, but if I can not fight it at my full power, it will be a failure. Is this possible?"

Bulma went to chew on the cap of her pen, but remembered she didn't have one. "Your power level is?"

"150,000,000." Frieza grinned.

"The arm I previously created was not even a percent as strong as that, however the potential is there in the technology. I could create something that feeds off of the power of whoever is using it, to fight at an even footing?" She glanced at her display, went back three words, corrected spelling, and returned to the end of her notes. "Would that work for you?"

Frieza hid his smile. "Would I need to provide it with half of my power, and then fight at that level, or would it fight at my full level?"

"It would have whatever power is given to it." Bulma closed her eyes for a moment, touching a pair of fingers to her forehead. "I might be able to create a battery system? So you can charge it one day, and train the next?"

"I will not give all of my power to a device." Frieza let his tail swish out behind him. "I will give a percentage of my energy each day, until it is at my level." He chewed his lip for a moment. "Could we push it further?"

Bulma thought for a moment. "Hypothetically, yes. I don't know what kind of battery technology is already available, but that should be the only limit to the power level."

"We have no batteries that could hold that much energy, not in a compact enough form to be a mobile fighter anyway."

"Hm..." Bulma stroked her chin. "We could, if we have enough space, build on a larger scale, and equip the training device with a micro band, and shrink it down to our size? If two meters is a suitable height, we could build it as large as, forty two meters, give or take a little. Would that be enough room to equip it with existing battery technology?"

"Possibly, yes." Frieza looked around the room, seeing through the walls, the totality of the ship. "You do not have that kind of space on my ship. Would it be possible to build it in pieces, and shrink each part as it's constructed, and assemble it on the smaller scale?"

Bulma made a mental note as she clicked away at her keyboard. "I would need to redesign the micro band, but yes, hypothetically, that could be possible." She stopped typing halfway through a word. "Or..."

"Or?" Frieza read her notes, only understanding individual words, but not the context.

"Could your ship tow a workspace for myself, and possibly a helper?" She cleared her throat. "Someone who could assist in moving the larger pieces, and possibly test the final product?"

Frieza continued to look through the ship, picking out a so called helper for his latest asset. "Yes, I believe that could be arranged. What kind of timeline will this project have?"

Bulma took a deep breath and slowly let it out. "This is entirely new science."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"Six months for a prototype." Bulma said. "But a month of that would be rebuilding the micro band glove. If you could..."

"I will get it back to you." Frieza said. "Five months? And if I told you to have it completed, not just a prototype, in four?"

Bulma stopped typing. "I would do everything in my ability to complete it in four, but I would expect to be killed for not meeting your expectation."

"Very well." Frieza turned to face out the large window. "What kind of compensation do you value?"

"Compensation?" Bulma blinked twice. "I, I'm going to get paid?"

"I want this completed in four months. If there is something I could do to encourage you to work harder, and faster, I am not opposed to it." He crossed his arms. "Of course, if you fail me you will die, but if a reward will make you work better, I would rather offer that than death."

"I, I don't know anything of the economy in your empire, Lord Frieza. I do not know what would have value."

"What has value to you, girl?" Frieza uncrossed his arms and placed his hands behind his back.

Bulma didn't know what would be asking too much, or out of line. Nor did she know what would be considered to be too small to bother offering. So, she went with the basics. "A well stocked lab, a comfortable bed, and toiletries."

"Granted." He tapped his scouter. "Enter." A moment later the door to their room opened and a familiar face stepped in. "Jeice, you have one day to source a fifty meter diameter barge, and equip it with comfortable living quarters for our scientist friend here, as well as whatever equipment she requires. Also, kill Sirf, make it look like an accident, and bring me the glove the woman created."

"Sir, yes, sir!" Jeice saluted Frieza's back before flashing a smile at Bulma. He spun on his heal and began walking out.

"Also, once this task is complete, you will report to her directly. She requires your assistance on a project." Frieza reached a hand out towards the wall, and a wall panel flipped down revealing an ornate bar. A glass of wine was already poured, and flew to his hand. "Take her to general quarters until the barge is prepared. Dismissed."

Later...

Bulma propped herself up on her elbows over her desk. She had been up for eighteen hours, and the numbers were starting to swim in her head. Turning around she stood and rubbed her eyes. She was on the equator of a spherical, non-propelled, space pod. She didn't consider it a ship, or a craft, just a room, with a catwalk spiraling from the base to the top, rooms assorted into a ring around the widest area effected by gravity, and a zero gravity chamber in the middle.

She leaned on the safety railing and watched Jeice for a few moments. He reminded her so much of Goku. Kicking and punching invisible foes. He may have worked for an evil space emperor, but, so did Goku when he was a boy, right?

He noticed the peanut gallery, and the next time Bulma blinked he appeared in front of her. Perched on the rail, squatting low, trying to be at her level, but still well over her. "Hi." He grinned as she flinched.

She yelped as she flinched, and he caught her hand before her slap connected. Playfully he turned her hand over, and kissed the back of it.

"DON'T DO THAT!" Bulma snapped.

Jeice released her hand and stood on the rail. "Don't kiss you?"

"Don't startle me." She crossed her arms and turned her side to him. A heartbeat later she stuck her chest out a little, and her rear as well.

Jeice chuckled and planted his hands on his hips. Leaning forward, looking directly down at Bulma, he let his hair frame them both. "But it's so fun."

She looked up at him for a moment, before averting her gaze back to the empty chamber. Seeing his lower half there, she instead looked toward her desk. "I'm, I'm not in the mood."

Jeice rotated freely in space over her head, twisted, and came to sit in her chair. "Why not? What's wrong?"

She looked down at his chest, not wanting to look in his eyes. "I'm nervous. The body, the body is one thing. The brain? I've never made an AI like this before, and, I'm not a fighter. I can make what I think is a good combat AI, but, but I don't know enough to make what I'd feel confident in calling a good training droid. I mean, I, I know nothing about technique."

"You know." Jeice crossed his legs. 'I'm more than just a pretty face. I may not have been as strong as the Captain, but I am still one of the most skilled fighters out there."

"But you're nowhere near Lord Frieza, no offense."

"You said you only needed the mind? Well, I'm not even as close to as powerful as Lord Frieza, no, but I am still one of his most highly trained soldiers. Could you use me as an example, and just copy my techniques and styles into the device?" He glanced at the computer she was working on. A humanoid body was displayed.

When Jeice returned his eyes to Bulma, she met them. "That, could work. I would need to figure out how to extract the knowledge from you. Or ..."

A chill ran down Jeice's spine as he asked the next question. "Or, what?"

"Or, instead of extracting the knowledge and experience." She stepped closer to him, running her hands down his face. "I, I could use you, directly, in the construction process? Make the shell, the body, and, and install you as the pilot?"

"Uh..." He stood up and stepped away from her. "You mean, put my brain in a robot body?"

"That would be the least difficult way to do this. I'd need to create a biological interface for the computer anyway, but this way, instead of just giving the system data to work with." Bulma took her seat back, enjoying the warmth, and began typing away. "It would already know what to do, you, you would be perfect."

"And, and what would happen to me?" Jeice leaned against the rail behind her, watching as the displayed figure zoomed around the screen, with chunks being split apart and reassembled in new ways.

She kept her eyes on her new idea. "You'd still be alive, just, different. Vision and hearing would still be in tact. Touch? Not so much, but we could always figure that out down the road."

"And, why can't we just use a random soldier?"

"You said it yourself, you're one of the top troops. If we were to give, say, Kado, this much energy, well, he just wouldn't know what to do with it."

Jeice scowled. "Bulma, if that's the route we're going, you're going to need to find another test subject. I am not going to surrender my body anymore than I already have."

Bulma turned to face Jeice. She stayed seated, and slapped her hands onto her knees. She locked eyes with her only friend. "If Lord Frieza requires it, then yes, you will."

He crossed his arms and leaned down to her level. "What the hell has gotten into you? What happened to all the talk of freedom, of humanity, of civility? Now that you have some pull, you're going to threaten me?"

Bulma gulped. "I." She broke her eye contact. "That's." Tears began to fill her eyes.

"You what?" He stepped closer to her, touching foreheads.

She recoiled at the forced eye contact, but he cupped her head gently, forcing her to maintain it. "I, I'm lonely." She let the tears fall freely. "I'm sorry." She reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist. "I, I wouldn't force you to, and, and, I won't mention it to Lord Frieza."

Jeice shook his head and knelt in front of Bulma, her arms moving to be around his shoulders. "Thank you." He cupped the back of her head once more, forcing eye contact. "You're not alone though. We're in this together. It, it may have taken a while for us to find each other again, and, I'm your friend."

Bulma pushed herself free of the chair and further into Jeice's arms, knocking him onto the ground. "I needed this." She lowered herself slightly, resting her head between his exposed arm and armored chest. She closed her eyes, and an indeterminate amount of time later, after taking a deep breath, she shot up. "You need a shower!"

Jeice sat up as well. "I took one last week! You rude woman!"

"Last, last week?" She grabbed the bottom of his chest plate, pulling it out and up. "Come on, we're showering, now!"

Later...

Jeice, dressed in nothing more than is black body suit and white boots, took the last panel from Bulma. Flying into the center of the construction room, to the top of her invention, he slid it into place. Bulma had put her manufacturing experience to good use, it slid into place nearly seamlessly. With this kind of precision at base scale, when shrunken it would be as if it were just one piece.

Bulma called up to him from her fabrication table. "Did it fit?"

"Who do you think made it?" Jeice called back. "Of course it fit, perfectly. Last chance, are you sure you're ready for me to secure it?"

"Do it!" Bulma cheered. "If we end up regretting that, well, we'll be regretting a lot more, too."

"HERE WE GO!" Jeice called back, summoning a small ki blast to the tip of his pointer finger. Slowly running it down the nearly invisible crack between the panels, he melted them together. His work wasn't perfect, especially compared to what Bulma had done, but a centimeter deep crease where he fused the panels together wouldn't even be noticeable once shrunken down. Completing his weld he hovered back from the machine.

While his techniques, experience, and abilities, were the source of its combat style, it didn't resemble him at all. The robot was fairly bulky, almost built like a brick. Bulma had said it was based on an old friend of hers, a robot himself, and Jeice thought he looked more like a monster than a robot, but who was he to judge human culture?

The robot stood a hair over fifty six meters tall, and was half that in width. Under his massive blue shirt, brown jacket, and black pants, he had a well shaped body. Bulma had based his synthetic body on standard biology. Muscles were hand crafted, bones were sculpted, and organs were replaced by components. Several dozen of the galaxies largest batteries were networked throughout his entire body, wires replacing veins, and a power adapter where his heart should have been.

"Ready for shrinking?" Bulma asked. "By all means, this should work, but, hey, if it fails, at least we'll die together?"

Jeice floated back down to Bulma's side. "Hit the button, and let's not worry about that." He put his arm around her waist, looking up from near the knees of their joint creation. Her project, his labor.

Bulma grabbed a small remote out of the air. She had sat it in the zero gravity field, so as not to lose it. Flipping a switch she powered the remote, and the robots eyes began to glow. "Here we go." She hooked her finger around a loop like leaver, and slowly pulled it down. As she did, the robot slowly began to react. In front of their eyes it shrank down from over fifteen stories tall, to just about seven feet or so.

"IT WORKED!" They exclaimed at the same time, turning to face each other.

"Make it do something!" Jeice cheered. "Let's test this bot out!"

"Go charge the primary batteries, first!" Bulma pointed at their project, hovering in roughly the middle of their lab.

Jeice hopped over the rail and slowly approached the construct. "It, it's not going to explode again, is it?"

"HEY!" Bulma barked. "That only happened once. A fire is completely different than an explosion. Also, yes, the power recycler should be stabilized"

"Yeah, but it's just as dangerous on a ship." Jeice chuckled back, coming to a stop in front of the far taller being. "We, we should name it. What did you say your friends name was? 8?"

"We're not naming him 8." Bulma scoffed. "He's based on someone else, but he's still original." She still didn't feel right taking credit for another scientist's ideas, but Jeice, nor the Frieza empire, needed to know, or cared, about a dead scientist from Earth. "We'll call him, Kaper, the Copper Tone Construct." She smiled. "Now grab his bolts and fill him up!"

"Kaper it is." Jeice grabbed a pair of metal rods sticking out of Kaper's neck and began channeling his energy. "Half enough?"

"Well, even if you gave him all your energy, every day, for several years, it wouldn't come close to filling his batteries, so, yeah, that'll be fine. Enough to test him out anyway. Lord Frieza, well, we'll need him personally to test him at higher levels."

"Rub it in, girly." Jeice shook his head and closed his eyes. before long his aura flared, and a few moments later it faded again. "There we go." Jeice hovered backwards. "Half my energy, should be about 45,000 or so?"

Bulma checked the remote, eyes widening. "You've improved, Jeice." She grinned up at him. "Half your power, 125,000. I'm sorry I underestimated you, At that rate it would only take twenty months or so of complete dedication to get it to Lord Frieza's level.

"Yikes, just keep rubbing it in." Jeice turned his side to Kaper, assuming his basic fighting stance.

"Oh, come off it." Bulma studied the remote. "Bringing him out of sleep mode." Sliding another leaver down, Kaper's eyes dulled slightly, and he blinked.

Later …

Bulma walked behind Jeice, and Kaper walked behind her. After fine tuning the built in energy sensors, installing the pain processing software, and rewiring four of the energy batteries, they had spent the last five of their allotted days charging their invention to the highest level they could, and draining him to nearly empty. Only once, yesterday, did Bulma activate the power recycling system, and that was without letting Jeice know what she had done.

Entering Frieza's observation room, Bulma could tell he wasn't in a good mood. The holographic projector was on, but not displaying anything. Bad news, she guessed. Jeice knelt to Frieza's right, Bulma to his left, and Kaper stood in their middle.

"Our apologies." Bulma bowed her head. "His programming is basic, he does not know to kneel."

"Forget it." Frieza waved his hand dismissively. "Tell me, have you built what I instructed you to?"

"Yes, sir." Bulma and Jeice spoke in unison. "We have not been able to test the limits of his power." Bulma continued. "But it appears as if no storage capacity was lost when we miniaturized him. He should be able to be powered up to your level."

"How does it work? Demonstrate." Frieza stepped back and folded his arms.

"Yes, sir." Jeice bowed his head and stood. Kaper turned to face him and Jeice grabbed the power suppliers. Forcing his energy into them, he didn't hold back. "I've charged him to half of my power every day this week, and drained him to zero. It doesn't take much time."

"Full power, please and thank you." Frieza tapped his foot once, before stopping.

Jeice nodded and focused more of his ki, all of his ki, into Kaper. Dropping his hands from the creatures neck, he fell to his knees. "My apologies, Lord, I'm not used to, draining myself, this, much." Jeice huffed and puffed as he forced himself back to his feet, using his knees as braces.

"Incredible." Frieza droned sarcastically. "It can store energy." He looked to Bulma expectantly.

Bulma pulled the remote from her pocket. "My lord." She handed the remote to Frieza. Quickly she gave him a tour of the device. Reviewing the mode selector, the locked size adjuster, and the power display.

Frieza smiled at his underlings. "420,000? Jeice, I had no idea you had grown so strong."

"Neither, did, I." Jeice puffed. "Thank you, my lord."

Frieza adjusted Kaper from passive mode to battle mode, and he sank into a well formed defensive stance. "Who shall he fight?" Frieza was shorter than Bulma, yet still managed to look down at her.

"During testing he fought Jeice, which is why Jeice has only been able to give him half his power. I'm sorry, but we did not source a fighter of equal power..."

Frieza held a hand up to Bulma and turned his head to the only work station in the room. "Send in Captain Tamago." He turned to Bulma. "Am I able to limit the amount of power the device has access to?"

Bulma bit her lip. "That's, that's not something we thought to build in. Assuming anything holding back against you would be immediately destroyed. My apologies. We can likely add the function fairly quickly."

Frieza gave a quick nod, Bulma understanding that she had her next task. A few moments later a tall, skinny, gray skinned warrior entered the room. He wore brown leggings, a brown battle jacket, and black boots and gloves.

He knelt in front of Frieza, bowing his head. "How can I be of assistance, my lord?"

"Bulma?" Frieza pealed one of his eyes towards the woman.

"Yes." Bulma clapped her hands. "This, is Kaper." She nodded at the large robot. "He is to be a training partner for Lord Frieza, and he would like a demonstration of his abilities. What is your power level?"

"300,000." Tamago stood and faced the bot. "So, I am to fight this, thing?" He tapped his scouter. "No power level?"

"He is charged to 420,000." Frieza put a hand on the far taller man's shoulder. "If you can beat him, you will be rewarded. If you are defeated, then you are not worthy of the title Captain, as Jeice provided the energy. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Lord Frieza." Tamago turned and bowed his head to the emperor before adopting his own fighting stance.

"Sir." Jeice addressed his superior. "In addition to changing the mode, you can twist that leaver to adjust how aggressive Kaper is. We set his default to passive."

Frieza lifted the remote, twisted the leaver fully, and a moment later Tamago's head was on the floor, his blood staining the carpet. Smiling, Frieza handed Bulma the remote, and caught Kaper's fist in his open palm. "That was both anticlimactic, and impressive."

Kaper kicked between Frieza's legs, and the frost demon snapped his tail up to catch that limb as well.

Bulma beamed. "Thank you, my lord. Shall I turn him off?" Receiving a nod, Bulma returned Kaper to passive mode, and awaited further instructions.

Frieza stepped back from the towering tool. "How much energy did that use?"

Bulma checked the display. "420,000 still. No energy wasted."

Frieza walked around the room, inspecting his new toy. Bulma and Jeice stayed stationary. "If I were to give it half of my energy today, bring it to 75,000,000, how long do you theorize that energy would last? How long could we fight?"

"That depends." Bulma chewed her lip. "It uses energy for motion, of course, but it also recharges while doing so. The only real way to drain its energy is to either damage it, at which point energy would be used to repair it, while not being regenerated, or if it launches an energy attack, energy is expelled that way as well."

"So..." Frieza stopped behind Bulma. "If it only does physical attacks, and is not damaged, it could keep going, for?"

"No upper bound has been established, but we've only been able to test the miniaturized batteries for a few days." She thought to the network of wires, to the recycling system. "My assumption is that he can hold a charge for at least a week."

"So, Bulma." Frieza picked up Tamago's head and quickly vaporized it. Bulma tried not to think about what she was now breathing in. "I give it half my power today, half my power tomorrow, and half my power the day after. On the fourth day, what would happen?"

"Uh..."

"Answer quickly now, please and thank you." Frieza began energizing a Death Ball over Tamago's body, slowly burning him away.

Bulma straightened her back. "225,000,000 on the fourth day, unless the battery drains quicker than anticipated.."

Frieza finished the clean up and crossed his arms once more, hovering to the point of being as tall as Kaper. "Very good, leave him here." He held out his hand and Bulma placed the remote in it. "Your next assignment, design and retrofit a power restriction system. After that? I have some ideas."

Later...

Bulma and Jeice walked together, side by side, through the dark interior halls of Frieza's latest palace. Their path took them near the primary throne room, and the air was thickly palpable with tension. Half an hour after they began their walk, they arrived at the former king's quarters. Large red doors set into black stone walls. Jeice knocked on the door, and they both knelt.

The doors opened inward, sliding effortlessly over plush red carpeting. The doors were two meters wide, each, and at the end of their arc the red floor turned white. At the opposite end of this first room Frieza sat on a crystal throne. Frieza waved one finger and the two entered, coming to kneel again, this time at his feet. The door closed behind them, and with another wave of his hand several guards, previously unnoticed by Bulma, exited the room as well.

"My father broke Kaper." He lifted his chin and both Jeice and Bulma stood. "You are to make me one."

Bulma frowned slightly, before wiping her face clear. "May I ask what the practical limit was? Theoretically he should have been able to take up to 1,500,000,000."

Frieza stood and approached the scientist. "My father charged him to 2,000,000,000, and he, Kaper, was not strong enough to hold himself together."

Jeice's eyes bulged and he struggled to regain composure. Thankfully, Frieza wasn't looking towards him.

Bulma was careful not to show pride. She had always overbuilt her technology, but knowing it had performed at that high of a level was beyond her expectations. "We can construct another Kaper. Furthermore, I never foresaw needing to process that much power, but just as we built it to hold ten times your power, we can do the same for your father..." She took a deep breath before continuing. "Would 20,000,000,000 be sufficient?"

"Two things. First of all, listen very carefully, Bulma. You are to make, ME, one." He paused, letting Bulma process the request. "Furthermore, 50,000,000,000 is your target."

Bulma took a deep breath, followed by another, followed by palming her chin, casting her gaze down, and taking a third. "You, you want us to, integrate the technology, into your biology?"

Frieza smiled and patted her head. "Yes, I assume that is possible?"

Jeice's eyes bugged out again, and when Frieza began to turn his direction, he fixed his gaze on the crystal throne.

"In theory, yes, however there are a few issues I foresee."

Frieza, following Jeice's gaze, returned to his seat. "And what might those be?"

"The primary is size. The reason Kaper was so large was due to the batteries. While we could create something with the kind of storage you're requesting, the smallest we could likely shrink him down to would be the size of King Cold himself. I don't think we could store the energy densely enough to give you that amount of capacity."

Frieza rested his head on his closed fist. "What is a reasonable expectation?"

Bulma knelt and whetted her finger in her mouth. Quickly she began scribbling numbers on the carpet, looking up to Frieza, changing variables, and making assumptions. "I, I would need more time, exact measurements, and maps of your biology, but, we can almost certainly make you stronger than Kaper. But, 50,000,000,000 is not going to be possible with current energy storage systems."

Frieza crossed one leg over his other and leaned back. "And how much time will you need to prepare?"

She looked to Jeice, Jeice did not look back. He just stood their, nearly a statue, looking at Frieza's feet. "We'll only have one chance at this. Three months, to be safe."

Frieza snapped his fingers. "Begin."

Author's note: Chapter 40 may take more time than usual. Hoping for next weekend, but it may not happen.