Chapter 3: Freaky Alien Genotype (Part 2)Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball, DBZ, GT, Super or anything else under the title. All rights are reserved to FUNimation, Toei Animation, Fuji TV and Akira Toriyama.

Gohan's P.O.V. (A.N: Didn't expect that did ya?! What's that? You did expect it? ...oh.)

Bulma, Krillin and I had just landed on Planet Namek, and the hunt for the Dragon Balls had yet to start. I stepped outside of the ship, my short hair slightly shuffled in the breeze. It made me grateful to my mother for cutting my hair; now it no longer blew in my face at every waking moment.

"I still think he looks like a nerd."

"I think it make's him look smart, plus isn't that Chi-Chi's choice?"

"Yeah, but look at the poor kid."

"Hey, you can do whatever you want when you have your own kids."

"As if that'll happen."

I looked over my shoulder as Bulma and Krillin bickered back and forth. They started unloading the luggage from the ship. I run over to help.

"Krillin, Bulma, do you need any help?"

"Aw, thank you Gohan. Yes, I think I could use the muscle." Bulma smiled, giving me a small wink,

"Hey! Then what does that make me?!" Krillin called in,

"You?" Bulma looked up at the sky, placing a slender finger under her chin, taking a thinking pose. "You're more head, then muscle."

"Hey!"

"Wait, Krillin! I think she just meant you're smart!" I added in before they could start a fight. I knew that's not what she really meant, but what Krillin didn't know wouldn't hurt him, right? (A.N: Wrong.)

"Oh, okay." He beamed happily, pulling a large trunk down the ramp and to the soft blue grass below.

"You know that's not what I meant, right?"

"I know."

Time-skip to Frieza's ship

Clarin's P.O.V.

I awoke to the sound of light beeping. The floor beneath me was no longer the warm soft grass, but a cold, hard, metallic ground. It was freezing to the touch, and the pain of laying on it made my skin burn.

I quickly sat up, though because I had just woken up my head started spinning dangerously. There was an annoying buzzing in my ear and as I reach up to ease the pain from my forehead, my hand brushes against my temple.

"Ow!" I hiss, and the dizziness is replaced with a sharp pain in my left temple. The pain felt like my skull was being bashed over and over with an ice pick! "I need some water."

Finally looking around the room, I realize that I have no idea where I am. I try to stand, but it's difficult with this nagging head injury. Somehow I manage by holding onto the side of the walls for support; having to resort to crawling every other step.

I make it to a large window; the glass thick, and strong. I can see smoke in the sky and craters littering the ground. My home was being destroyed and whoever was leading these men, was also holding me captive.

I let out a sigh and slowly sink back into a sitting position on the floor. The pain in my head was only slightly throbbing now.

'If I had some water, this pain would be gone by now.'

Shhh

I looked towards the sound. The door was open now, but it wasn't like the doors here on Namek. The door slid completely into the wall! It was fascinating; though I should worry more about the men entering the room than the inner mechanisms of a door.

"Lord Frieza, this is the child we told you about!" I wince at the sheer volume.

"Dodoria! Inside voices." A shrill voice followed, and it reminded me off a nail on a blackboard. (A.N: For the sake of plot, we pretend Namek has blackboards. Or maybe they do, I don't know.)

"Forgive me, Lord Frieza." Dodoria apologized, bowing slightly. It didn't look right to me.

"Whatever." Frieza dismissed him without a care. The white, pink and purple creature flew into the room in a complex hovercraft of some sort. "Hello young child."

"H-hello," I looked at Dodoria and Zarbon, who had been quiet since he entered the room. They shook their hands and made head motions toward Frieza as if I had forgotten something. "Lord Frieza?" I guessed

The two faced-palmed behind their leader, Lord Frieza. I winced at their reaction, fearing that I might have dipped my toes into somehot water. There was a soft chuckle emanating from Frieza, eyes closed and a saucy smile on his purple lips. I didn't understand his body language at all.

"It seems you have learned some form of manners from these two." Frieza leaned forward, chin resting on the back of his folded hands. "They said that you had no clue who I was."

"I'm sorry, Lord Frieza." I compelled myself to hold an even tone. "I have not heard anything about you, before your arrival here on Namek."

"I see."

"Please, do not take this in any offense. My people live fairly simple lives and we mean no harm." I tried reasoning with this tyrant that my way of thinking was justified.

"Well then," a nefarious glint in his eyes told me exactly what he was planning. "I guess I'll just have to keep you until you understand."

'Aw, crap baskets!'

A.N: Yep there's part 2! Holy shit it's Lord Freezer! So cold, but not cooler than his brother, am I right? No? Leave? Okay.