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Sorry it took so many weeks to upload. Sanya6694, congratulations for being my 100th follower! Hit 10,000 views a few days ago, and I've reached around 11,400. I just want to thank you guys for staying tuned to the story even when it's taken me a few weeks to update. I really appreciate the support. Anyway, enjoy the return of Saitama & Lord Frieza!

"Well Genos, your repairs are all finished."

Geno's internal hard drive sparked back to life, and Geno's eyes fluttered open. He lifted his head and saw his master standing cross-armed right beside Dr. Kuseno, still finishing the final upload into the young cyborg's internal processors.

"Good. Master, did you enjoy yourself?"

Saitama shrugged his shoulders. "The lab looks pretty cool, and I got to eat a few leftover fortune cookies from the doctor's Chinese takeout."

"Very good to hear master."

"You really need to be more careful Genos." Dr. Kuseno barged into the conversation, rather dismayed. "I've often let you off the hook for your injuries, but today was the worst I've ever seen. Your energy core was already consuming your reserved power, barely operational, with several cracks breaking the outer frame. Had you arrived a few minutes later, the damage to your core could have been irreversible!"

Genos bowed his head in shame. "I am sorry doctor. I will attempt to be more careful in battle." The doctor stared at Genos, then ran his hands through his hair. "What am I going to do with you?"

"So are we all good here?" asked Saitama, more than ready to leave.

"Yes master. We can head to the supermarket and prepare for dinner."

"Actually, I think I have a better idea." The doctor walked over to his desk, which was a disarray of papers and unfinished project plans. After about 20 seconds of searching through the horde of mess, he finally found a small piece of paper and what appeared to be a menu to which he gave to Saitama. "There's the address to the Chinese restaurant I always order takeout from. I'll place in a phone call and order whatever you heart desires."

Saitama stared with wide eyes at the doctor, then at the piece of paper, then back at the doctor. "I recognize the address. This is my favorite restaurant. I've only been there twice, once on my 16th birthday, and the other 4 years ago. They've been the best dinners of my life. Are you… Are you sure about this?"

Dr. Kuseno waved his hands in dismissal. "It's fine. Enjoy yourself with a nice restaurant dinner. Order anything you would like."

Both the doctor and Genos were taken aback when Saitama began to jump in the air and pumped his fist with energy Genos rarely saw from him. Dr. Kuseno was even more surprised when Saitama grabbed his hand and clasped it with both of his hands. "OH THANK YOU SO MUCH DOCTOR! IT'S BEEN YEARS SINCE I COULD GO GET FOOD LIKE THIS, MUCH LESS WITHOUT ME HAVING TO PAY! I REALLY APPRECIATE THIS!"

An anime-style sweat drop fell down Dr. Kuseno's face. "Uhhh… You're very welcome." Unsure of how to respond, he simply returned the handshake.

Saitama then opened the menu and began to search through the appetizers, entrees, and beverages, anything that looked appealing to him. "I think some chow main would be nice. But those spring rolls do look pretty tasty. Oh, but that Kung Pao chicken is making my mouth water just thinking about it!" As Saitama continued to voraciously take in all the options he could, Dr. Kuseno slowly trudged over to Genos. "Is he often like this?"

Genos shook his head. "He has a rather low income, so delicacies such as this are a rare treat that he takes with open arms."

"I see..." Dr. Kuseno nodded. "This man is truly a rare hero."

Genos craned his head to Dr. Kuseno. "Yes indeed."

"Man this is such bullcrap!" Metal Bat and Child Emperor had just been called by the Hero Association to rescue the 3 A class heroes that had just been sent to deal with some new dragon level threat, and literally RIGHT before he could show his cat the new toy he'd bought him at a pet store.

"Relax Metal Bat," said Child Emperor.

"Hey you relax! I thought that when I was comin here, I'd at least get the courtesy of getting a good fight out of it, but all I find are 3 A-class bums, some ninjutsu weirdo, and a bald guy passed out cold! FUCK!" Metal Bat slammed the ground with his indestructible bat, shaking the terrain below him and creating a tiny crater in the process.

Child Emperor pinched the bridge of his nose. "Just… Try and entertain yourself." Metal Bat stared at Child Emperor with cold eyes, then trudged off with a huff.

"There doesn't appear to be any remaining threats. Although…" The 10-year-old hero walked over to the passed out bald man with his mechanical tentacle arms. Could this man have been the mysterious being that caused all this damage? But that didn't make any sense. He'd fought several mysterious beings since he'd quit being Metal Knight's assistant, but he'd never seen a mysterious being so human in appearance yet was able to take out 3 A-Class heroes. Just what the hell was he?

Miles away, from the original crash site of the saiyan pods, another strange vessel shot out of the sky and landed on the ground with a thud. The unknown craft suddenly shot open, revealing one of Metal Knight's reconnaissance drones. He had working in his lab, still attempting to replicate the structural material from the extraterrestrial spacecraft to incorporate in his missiles, when his monitors suddenly blared to life. He was shocked when it revealed 2 small objects approaching Earth's surface. From what his data processors told him, the objects were much too small to be meteors like the dragon-level meteorite, yet they were going at nearly 5 times the speed of said meteorite, possibly even faster.

But the sole factor that confirmed it's alien origin was that the unidentified objects began to slow down once it reached the troposphere. It was then he knew he had to go to the crash site. The knowledge that some sort of object could go at this unparalleled speed and it could possibly be a space pod of some sorts made him ecstatic.

But as if it couldn't get any more surprising, the Hero Association announced that City C had been utterly decimated by some unknown Mysterious Beings. It was the exact location where his data processors had calculated the unknown objects would land.

Once he arrived at the scene, he was in awe at the sheer magnitude of the destruction. It was rather uncommon to see beings capable of such devastation.

"Had I been in charge of creating the city, the damage would have been nonexistent. A shame, really…" Bofoi surveyed the area to see if he could find anything in this barren crater. "No apparent signs of life…"

All of a sudden, his sensors picked up a small object at the center of this wide abyss. Bofoi commanded the sentry to sprint to the bottom of the crevice. He gasped.

At the bottom of this gargantuan hole was a white spherical space pod, appearing no more than 5 feet in diameter. It had a very sleek design, with a small, circular red window being the only other noticeable exterior feature. He found it hard to believe that such a small and unimpressive looking spacecraft could be capable of such flight.

He peered through the red window. On the inside of this spacecraft was a single seat outfitted with a rectangular control pad hinged to the pod's hatch. Surrounding it's interior was a sort of white cushioning.

This was a rare specimen indeed. While yes, the alien shipwreck certainly was a valuable and intrinsic specimen; this was the first piece of alien technology left completely unscathed. If he could somehow replicate the technology that made this craft go at such high velocity, he could incorporate that technology into his own, and he would create the most powerful weapons mankind had ever seen.

Bofoi smiled. "Alright. I must make sure no soul interferes with this research."

The grey haired scientist picked up his telephone. "Randall!"

Randall Valentine, a young 20 year old man with jet black hair and small peach fuzz, was drinking his morning coffee and reading his weekly playboy in his office, when his telephone suddenly blared at him, nearly knocking him out of his chair.

He scrambled from his chair and rapidly picked up the phone. "Yes sir!"

"Call the Hero Association! Explicitly tell them to make sure the media stay away from my laboratory! I can't stand any more news reporters crowding at the door of my laboratory!"

"Of course sir!"

"Get to it!" Randall hung up the phone. He ran his hands through his hair. When he signed up to be the secretary of the world famous scientific hero Metal Knight, he'd expected to see awesome robots, chicks swarming him knowing he was connected to an S-class hero, and all the respect he could ever want. He wished he could go back in time and slap himself in the face for thinking it would be a good idea.

Just before he was about to call the Hero Association, his mind turned back to the playboy he was reading. A perverse thought crossed his mind. "Wonder if Blizzard of Hell could pose in one of these…" That would really make a night to remember.

"That was… delicious." Saitama and Genos had just finished dining on their gourmet Chinese cuisine. Saitama would have to remember to thank Dr. Kuseno again for buying dinner for him. The bill had been almost 15,000 yen. Not only that, but he had enough leftovers to last for the entire week. It was like a dream come true.

"Was it to your liking master?"

"It was awesome. That Kung Pao Chicken set my mouth on fire, but in a better way then I thought." Saitama grabbed his cup and took a sip of his Fanta. "And if it couldn't get any better, that restaurant was chained with Coca Cola, so I got me a nice cold Fanta. I mean, Pepsi products aren't terrible, but I've always been a Coke kinda guy."

Genos smiled. "I'm glad to see you enjoyed your night."

"Yo Genos, can you hand me some of that soy sauce?" Genos nodded and handed him a soy sauce packet. The hero ripped open the packet, and then poured all of the soy sauce straight into his mouth. "WOAH! That's a rush! Took me a few years to do that without gagging. I once threw up after eating 5 packets in a row! Those were the days…"

Saitama reclined in his seat, staring at the ceiling with a smile on his face. This had been a good day indeed. "Totally worth getting up in the morning."

The Attack Ball soared through the void of space. The stars were simply lit in the cold reach of space, and inside the Attac Ball, it was only more bleak and lifeless. One week had passed since Vegeta had left Earth, and he was still having trouble finding out how he wouldn't sound like an idiot. He'd had to deal with the reek of sweat and his own blood inside his capsule for hours on end. He would have gone into hyper sleep, but he found that the face of that baldheaded bastard plagued his dreams every day. The worst part was that he didn't even get a power boost from his defeat. A saiyan only became stronger when put in a near death state, but all he'd done is got punched in the face, which wasn't nearly enough physical damage to receive a power boost. Even better, he hadn't washed himself, so dried blood was smeared all over his face.

"Shit…" Vegeta had set the coordinates of his ship to find Frieza's ship, and his control board began go off the fritz. He looked up, and realized he was only a few thousand kilometers away from Frieza Planet 419. Frieza must have stopped to refuel his ship, and the memory of Boro's defeat brought him back to this backwater planet.

Vegeta stiffed up. He knew from the violent turbulence that he was already entering the planet's atmosphere. He almost wretched, but doing so in such a confined space would make this even worse than it already was, if that was even possible.

"500 meters until Frieza's ship," voiced his control board. The attack ball began to nominally slow down as it reached the boarding deck. He crouched up from his slumped position to look down, and he grimaced. Appule and Cui were waiting at the boarding deck. Both of them had stupid smirks on their faces and their arms were crossed. They must have already figured out that something went wrong on the mission from there being only one pod.

"Fuck… FUCK!" Vegeta slammed his armrests. Those slimy bastards were going to eat this up. The space pod hurtled toward the the port and bounced safely on the cushioned landing sights designed to absorb the shock from the pod's impact. The attack ball's hatch door sprung open, revealing to Appule and Cui a Saiyan Prince with a bloody face and a space pod that smelled like it had been drenched in sweat.

"Oh Vegeta! You smell like your mother after taking 10 guys at the same time! Sounds like your last Saturday night!"

"Uh-oh Cui! You don't want to upset the big bad saiyan prince! He might transform and start flinging his shit at you!" Both soldiers laughed their heads off.

Vegeta smirked. "At least my mother and I got some. The only chance you two'd ever get laid is if you crawl up a chicken's ass and waited."

The two alien soldiers bared their teeth. "Why you little-"

"That's enough out of you three!" All three of their eyes widened. Appule and Cui swiftly turned around, and shuddered when they saw Frieza perched on his hover chair, with his two lackeys standing by his side, smiling at the palpable terror in their eyes.

All three immediately bent to their knees and placed their fist over their heart. "Our apologies Lord Frieza!"

"Save that energy for when I'm bored. Some of your derogatory comments were mildly entertaining." Frieza began to move his eyes around, as if looking for the piece missing in the picture. "Vegeta, where is that nefarious oaf Nappa? I pray that he wasn't delayed in his return. I should hope your mission went along swimmingly."

Vegeta hunched his shoulders at Frieza's question. As much as Vegeta wanted to rip Frieza's vocal cords so he could permanently silence his condescending voice, Vegeta knew he couldn't lay so much as a finger on him. He took a deep breath, and prepared for the worst. "The mission did not go as planned…"

Dodoria snickered. "Judging by the blood on his face, I'd say the "not as planned" part means the whole thing went south." The Saiyan Prince shot a look of pure contempt at Dodoria, but continued to keep his mouth shut.

Frieza raised his eyebrow. "Is what Dodoria says possibly correct?"

"Uhhhh…" Vegeta cleared his throat. "Nappa was… defeated and detained by one of the warriors on Planet Earth-"

"Nappa defeated?!" said Frieza, rather surprised and nominally concerned that Nappa was beaten. Not that he cared about him. Personally, he would have preferred Raditz over Nappa any day, but Nappa was still a rather powerful member of the Frieza Force in comparison to his foot soldiers, and without powerful generals or soldiers at his disposal, conquering planets would become much more arduous. "How was he disposed of and who disposed him?!"

"A fighter on planet Earth… A being that wore ludicrous clothing and had a bald head, even though he couldn't have been more than 30 years old… The scouter read he had a power level of…"

"Of what?!" Frieza jumped out of his hover chair and grabbed Vegeta's collar. "Stop muttering vague nonsense and use your brain, however small it may be. ANSWER THE QUESTION!"

Vegeta gulped. "It was… It was -"

Everyone gasped.

"There's no way!"

"That's impossible! Nobody could be that powerful!"

"Your scouter must have been malfunctioning!" Attaining such a power was unfeasible, unthinkable, and impossible. At least that's what Frieza's henchmen were thinking. All of them stared at Frieza, praying he take this news calmly.

Frieza froze. It took him a moment to absorb what he'd just been told. A being of such power other than him? It couldn't be true. Yet what reason did Prince Vegeta have to lie? He thought he was finished with warriors of legend threatening his empire. He truthfully believed he could take a refreshing sigh of relief and relax. Now suddenly, a random warrior shows up on a miserable looking mud ball, kills Boros, thrashes the last remaining saiyans to a pulp, and has a power level of -?

The Space Emperor snarled, and released a purple energy wave that just narrowly missed Vegeta neck and singed the top of his hair. Vegeta clenched his teeth when he saw the top of his hair fall on the ground.

Zarbon was the first to speak. "Lord Frieza, you can't seriously believe the tall tales of a simian fool like this?!"

"Yes my Lord! This can't possibly be true!"

Frieza took Zarbon and Dodoria's words into consideration. He took a deep breath, and exhaled through his nose. "Whether or not this reading was correct, the evidence is standing before us: Whoever this fighter was, he was powerful to defeat Prince Vegeta and Nappa. Vegeta, did you undergo your filthy ape transformation in battle?"

Vegeta craned his head up to Lord Frieza. Through gritted teeth, he spoke the words he loathed hearing. "Yes. Both Nappa and I transformed into Great Apes, and both of us were defeated in an instant."

"Mm hmm…" Frieza began stroking his imaginary beard. "I know firsthand of the significant power increase that occurs when saiyans undergo this transformation. Whoever this fighter is, I was clearly wrong for sending two dirt-covered lackeys alone to combat him. I must take more drastic measures…"

Both Zarbon and Dodoria looked at each other, unsure of what Frieza was talking about. "What exactly do you mean, my Lord?"

Frieza walked to the edge of the platform, staring out into the empty void of space. "My empire has no boundaries. My destiny is to reign supreme over every dominion in the universe and even beyond, and no planet will escape my grasp. I cannot let this warrior get away with this scotch-free. No one humiliates the name of the Galactic Frieza Army without my say in it. Everyone knows and will know my name and tremble in terror when they see even a glimpse of my power. And that means everyone.

"I will confront this warrior myself. If he's smart enough, he will come to realize the futility of resistance and bow to my whim, granting me another extremely useful warrior to add to my arsenal of fighters."

Frieza twisted his lips. "But if he is foolish, then he will have to grasp the consequences of his shortsighted decision and tomfoolery, and I will disillusion him of his feeling of superiority. His bold, courageous façade will crumble away, replaced by the trepidation and realization of how helpless he truly is. At that moment, he will truly come to terms with the concept of fear, all the while beginning his slow journey to the pits of hell!" Frieza let out his malignant laugh, which rang out through the entire compound.

"Vegeta, I must inquire: besides the fighter who you were defeated by, were there any other substantially adequate warriors you encountered?"

"Many of the planet's "heroes" as they called themselves, could barely hold their own against the saibamen. The only exceptions were a sneaky ninja who used toys to try and defeat us, and a blonde young man with the bearings of a cybernetic robot who was able to match Nappa's ultimate attack."

"I see…" Frieza dwelled on this. More acceptable candidates to pledge into his army? A treat he always embraced happily. "Very well. Zarbon, Dodoria."

Both henchmen straightened themselves. "Yes My Lord!

"Prepare my ship for departure. I will meet this warrior myself."

"Of course."

"Oh, and Cui!"

"Yes Sir!"

"Contact Frieza Planet 245. Tell them to send me the most advanced scouter their scientists have created and to have them sent to my ship at once. Have the delivery be handled by the Ginyu Force themselves."

Everyone gasped. "The Ginyu Force?!"

"Uhh… My lord. Surely the situation has not become so dire that we require their assistance," said Zarbon. "The testimony of a battered Saiyan Prince who lost his comrade and has a face filled with blood, babbling on about a warrior with a power level of -, surely isn't the kind of conundrum that would require their attention!"

The Space Emperor leaned back and looked up to the sky. "Call it personal intuition, but I believe their services would be most useful to us at the moment. It's been quite some time since they've had an entertaining field mission. Surely this planet's inhabitants will make sporting game. And besides, I'm feeling in a rather jovial mood, even with this unfortunate news. Dodoria, Zarbon, and Vegeta will come to Earth as well, along with 200 henchmen."

Both men bowed and scurried off to obey their master's orders. "And as for you!"

Frieza pointed his finger at Vegeta, and for a second, Vegeta thought his life might end at that moment. "Be fortunate that I do not cut off your tail right now for your contemptible results on your mission! Now go to the healing chamber before your scent makes me vomit. We leave in 5 hours."

Vegeta bowed, and quickly begin to pace away. Dodoria smirked as Vegeta walked away. "Nice one, your majesty." Vegeta paused in his place and growled at him. But he knew he was in no position to start a fight, and walked out without saying another word.

Frieza walked back to his hover chair and resumed staring out into the cosmos, and smiled maliciously once again. "The game is set, the die is cast, and my besiege will begin."

And here is the beginning of Frieza's raid on Planet Earth. Hope you like this chapter. And to answer the question regarding if his henchmen know of Frieza's true power, I don't believe they do because on Planet Namek, Vegeta challenged Frieza, believing his power level to be sufficient enough to defeat him, meaning nobody really know the numerical power level of Frieza's further forms. I believe they know of his ability to transform, but they just don't know how powerful he becomes when he transforms. Until next time! And to all the TFS fans who reviewed, glad you noticed my references :D