Mr. Freeza Chapter Three
Coola's Betrayal, Freeza's Loss!
"Wake up brat, welcome to your new life." Vegeta sneered.
Coola stirred, and as he woke up, vision blurry, a strong sense of fear overtook him. He looked around seeing only red sky and smelling a musky odor that he felt had striking similarities to blood. He recalled the voice as the one of the Saiya-jin king, and leapt to his feet, flying as far as he could. He knew it was a fruitless attempt, but in any case, he had to try! Like he had expected, the Saiya-jin king teleported in front of him, grabbing him and throwing him to the ruddy soil. What he didn't expect was a blast reopening his back wounds. Screaming in agony, he soon fell unconscious.
"Pathetic, get him to a Medical Machine" Vegeta scoffed, some soldiers who were off to the side watching to the commotion hurriedly complied.
Meanwhile, on Planet Earth…
A space pod shot through the atmosphere, seemingly burning through the heavens, to one bustling city, West City, to be precise. Bystanders were "ooohing" and "aaahing" at the apparent meteor that would crash on the outskirts of town. BAAAANG! The meteor had collided, and some spectators cheered at the grand finale. But at one building labeled "Capsule Corporation" a certain Dr. Brief was looking through a telescope, growing alarmed when the meteor was really a space pod. He quickly kissed his wife goodbye if the alien inside was hostile, and sped off in a prototype air car he had been developing. He got to the outskirts of town within ten minutes, and upon further inspection, it looked as if the pod had burned away in the atmosphere with the charred pieces of technology littering the ground, and the alien inside was breathing unevenly. Not knowing what to do, Brief put the alien in his air car gently, and sped off for Capsule Corp.'s Healing Ward.
Back on Planet Vegeta…
Coola was waking up with a green tint around him, the Medical Machine opened up sensing he was healed of all injuries, and he looked around his surroundings, noting a pair of armor the Saiya-jin had developed after his father's original design. Along with that was a black any-size-fits-all spandex suit with red gloves and boots, Coola felt outrage, but quickly calmed.
Not on your life Vegeta, he thought. Then, Vegeta strolled in through the door of his room.
"So brat, you will work for me now. Wear your armor, and train with my son who's currently training in his personal Gravity Room, it's the door furthest to the right."
"No, I refuse to wear this armor!" Coola stubbornly persisted.
"You dare defy me, I would beat you, but my son can do that and more!" Vegeta snarled at Coola, baring his teeth viciously.
You absolute scumbag, fine, but that's just more material for the vengeance I shall exact upon you. One day, I shall avenge father and make my brother Freeza live in peace. Those were Coola's thoughts as he walked down the hallway to Prince Vegeta, where he was suddenly tackled by a small blur.
"FIGHT ME! YOU METSU-JIN DIRT, I'LL KILL YOU!" The tiny prince screamed out to Coola, it would have been comical if the intense gravity had not suddenly knocked the wind out of him. Enraged, Coola fired some eye beams into Prince Vegeta's forehead, stunning him long enough for Coola to start pounding at him relentlessly.
Back at Earth…
Luckily, this alien Brief had found reacted well to his treatments, but he still hadn't woken up yet. Trying to piece together the alien technology of the space pod, combined with the video footage of the pod, was a hard job with little to no information, when a groan startled him. After diagnosing his condition as severe amnesia due to a concussion, he was eager to see what the alien remembered, if he remembered anything.
"Freeza… that is my name. I have a brother, Coola. My father is Cold, why can't I remember more? Ah yes, looking back, there was the Death Beam, and the new attack I was developing while trying to control my psychokinetic powers. Wait… I also remember being thrown in a space pod by a very worried Coola… WHERE AM I?!!?" Freeza yelled at the top of his lungs.
Having seen many more odder things than Freeza and his outburst, such as that odd couple at that, what did you call it? Tenkaichi Budokai, that was it! Anyway, there was that Roshi and Lan-Fan couple… not to mention that Gohan fellow with that Kamehameha technique of his. Or Gyu-Mao… nonetheless, he had a screaming alien to attend to.
"Calm down M'boy! You're here at Capsule Corp., a science facility. Nothing to be worried about unless you hate science! But I do have news, you are an alien who crash landed here on Earth, and you seem incredibly strong." Dr. Brief had laughed with a jovial smile on his face at first, but at the last sentence, his face suddenly turned stern.
While Freeza was processing this information, a loud feminine shriek rebounded across the whole complex.
"FINALLY! THE RADAR IS COMPLETE!"
"Ah, that's my daughter Bulma, ever since she's had that break from class and found the Dragon Ball in the attic, she's been working at a radar to find all seven, sounds like she's successful, and the legend's not a myth." Brief's face lightened up at the news, then the door crashed open as Bulma ran inside to present her work.
"FATHER FATH- who is that?" Bulma questioned with a puzzled look on her face.
The situation was explained to Bulma, who began grinning cheek to cheek.
"That's great! I wanted to search for them all, but who knows what's out there? So I wanted to hire a bodyguard of sorts, but an alien who probably has no evil intentions, and at least has amnesia? Everything's adding up!" She began making arrangements for the duos' round trip across the world.
Dr. Brief sighed and muttered "That's Bulma for you, if an idea stays in her head for more than a day, she's determined to follow through with it. She gets the stubbornness from be, but I swear I was never like this."
Planet Vegeta…
King Vegeta mused as the match ended in Coola's second draw, and Vegeta's first. Just as I thought, the Metsu-jin has the strategy needed to fight my son's pure, inexperienced power. I suppose I should send them to the Medical Machines and then assign them on their first purge, yes that should be good.
Vegeta let out some of his thoughts out loud though, "That metsu-jin is strong enough to be admired among us saiya-jin…"
Those were Coola's last words he heard before he fell unconscious, and while the fire of vengeance still burned deep in his soul, still unquenchable, but a seed of doubt had been planted in his head. Should he really kill the first man to ever respect him, more than his younger brother? With that thought lingering, he let unconsciousness overtake him for the umpteenth time.
Yo, it's me, Genericperson555! Well, I have a few things to say, one is that, if anyone was wondering, I derived the title of this story from a GameFAQS user named Findkenshi. He makes some fanfics which are posted on his website that I've forgotten, but he made a fanfic called "Mr. Cell" where if Cell turned good at the Cell Games. It's kind of like the pure good Majin Buu that they label "Mr. Buu" over there. He even created a topic wondering what it would be like if Freeza really was some planet trader and his gentleman façade was actually his true personality. Anyway, onto some chapter notes, a Medical Machine is a Regeneration Tank, I'll label King Vegeta as K. Vegeta and Prince Vegeta as P. Vegeta. Roshi and Lan-Fan were mentioned in the anime as some famous fighters in the Budokai, Gohan is the one that's the grandpa of Goku, Gyu-Mao is Ox King. So this was one of my longer chapters, I count this as a success. I'll also respond to any relevant reviewer comments or questions. Take for example Kiyza's review, the Saiya-jin were elites in the first chapter, and they knew how to suppress their powers. I wouldn't believe someone with a battle in the hundreds managed to kill someone with a battle-power in the 100,000 range. Also thank you for correcting me with my name error, and I'm really glad using as many words as I possibly could made. I didn't want to be redundant, and it helped capture the mood? Sounds pretty awesome, anyway, near-death experiences (zenkais if you want to use the fan term) will play a part here. Finally, I only chose my penname because I'm not bothered to think of anything else, also, anything I think of sounds cheesy. So… uh… later!