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Frieza's footsteps echoed hollowly through the halls of his flagship. A few of his lackeys had somehow managed to survive the Saiyan Vegeta's inspection of the ship, and were now creeping out to serve their lord. They all stopped short at his appearance – tail gone, skin bruised, blood streaming from various wounds. Without thinking much, he regressed through his forms, hunching over slightly as his second form made him grow a bit too tall for the ceiling. He settled, finally, on his first form. His tail grew back, snaking out behind him. His body was healed, his scars gone. His fatigue, though, was still present, causing him to stagger.
His doctor approached him, shaking slightly. His master was almost always in a bad mood when things didn't go his way, and things most definitely had not gone his way, by the looks of things. "L-Lord Frieza? A-Are you in need of medical attention?" The broken tyrant looked at him, no trace of antagonism in his eyes. Rather, they were blank, and fluttered closed as the fatigue from his fourth form caught up with him, multiplied by the fact that his power in his first form was so drastically less than his fourth. He collapsed into the doctor's arms, to the surprise of all.
He woke in his room, staring at the ceiling. The short reptilian doctor was leaning over him, inspecting his body. "Lord Frieza! You're awake! A-Are you alright?" His mind still awhirl, his body responded to the familiarity that the doctor was expressing, a hand already rising with a finger extended. He noticed at the last second, and pushed his hand away from the doctor before the Death Beam released. The doctor almost didn't notice the action, until the dresser behind him disappeared in a flash of smoke. "L-Lord Frieza? What is going on? What happened to the Saiyan monkey?" The doctor and his fellow crewmates had been trained to hate the Saiyans as much as Frieza – or at least appear to. "…I am fine now, Doctor Fenyra. As for the Saiyan…I do not know. He should be in one of the attack pods, halfway to his home by now." The doctor looked surprised, but kept his mouth closed for questions. "You are probably wondering why he's still alive…He is a Super Saiyan… and he reminded me of who I am…and pointed out what I have done wrong. I never thought I'd say this, but… I owe him."
FLUMP.
Frieza sat up in surprise, leaning out of bed. The doctor had fainted. Frieza's mouth curled upwards in something approaching a smile, though there was little humor behind it. "He he… the doctor needs a doctor." He hopped out of bed and picked the doctor up, walking towards the sick bay
Halfway there, Fenyra woke up to find himself being carried by Frieza. He promptly passed out again.
Somewhere in space….
A lone attack ball sped through the darkness, a blazing trail of white marking the area it passed through. Inside, the Saiyan Goku was nestled, his hair still golden. He wanted to try to maintain the transformation as long as possible, just in case he had to defend himself against an attack by an enraged Frieza. It was just a precaution he took if the tyrant recovered his old mindset. He didn't want to let it go and not be able to recover it later on. He needn't have worried – the tyrant had no desire anymore to exact revenge, at least not on Goku. What he didn't realize – what neither of them realized – was that this particular timeline's events were to be irreversibly changed by Frieza's survival.
Ahead of the pod's window, a planet swirling in green mist came into view, skewed and warped by the window. Curious, Goku tapped a few buttons, then yelped as the pod's door stared coming open. Luckily, the pod he was in was the same model as Vegeta's and Nappa's, and created an air bubble around the opening. Goku hurriedly jabbed stiff fingers at promising buttons, and the door closed. Unknown to him, a small LED sign had popped up on the back of the pod, saying something equating to Earth's saying of "What happens in Vegas...etc." It switched open and closed, open again, then two more signs saying similar things opened on the opposite sides. A depiction of what was apparently an alien reproductive organ appeared on the bottom, a rude hand gesture on top with insults and threats in some language. And the Saiyan remained oblivious.
Finally, the pod told him what he wanted to know. "Destination…Planet:…Yardrat. Native…Species…Danger…Level:…Mininal. Annoyance…Level:…High." Goku tapped some more buttons, and an information display flashed up, telling him all he wanted to know on the Yardrattis. "Huh…high instance of interesting natural abilities." The Saiyan grinned. "I hope I don't scare them…"
Back on Namek…
Frieza walked, jumped, and flew around the devastated planet, surveying the damage he and his minions had wrought. The Namekians that had survived cowered from his form when he approached them with his hands outstretched in what was meant to be a gesture of help, but came across as a gesture of aggression. Seeing that they weren't about to change their minds so fast, he backed away slowly, exiting the cave system. He decided to try to show them he was not going to hurt them anymore. He used his superior telekinetic abilities to start reconstructing the houses that he could. He also brought the slain Namekians to the center of the village, laying their bodies out respectfully in such a way that it almost looked like they were sleeping. The survivors watched his motions, cautiously at first, then with growing curiosity as they saw massive bowls of stone floating through the air.
What they saw after emerging from the caves astounded them.
Their houses all stood rebuilt. The ones beyond repair had been replaced by raw stone domes, with doorways and windows currently being carefully cut out by a powerful short finger beam by none other than their tormentor, Frieza. He turned to them after finishing the last one, and smiled mildly. Their faces, still frozen halfway between fear and shock, all turned and followed him as he took off into the air, arcing back towards his ship.
Back on the ship, Frieza checked up on the condition of his doctor – still out cold – and paused by the door opening to the middle of the ship. He turned and, after a short hesitation, stepped in. Making a right, he navigated his way through a series of hallways until he came to a door, plain in appearance. He opened it and waved his hand to turn on the lights. His "battle plans," the notes and lists he had drawn up in his takeover of worlds, lay on a long rectangular table. "What do I do now?" he wondered aloud. "I have been driven by anger and hate for so long…now that that's gone, what do I use to propel myself forward?" Unbidden, scenes from the many planets he had stripped almost totally bare of life played in his mind. On every planet, there were those who attempted to stop him, to save their people. All were unsuccessful, powerless against his extreme might. A few had actually managed to force him into his other forms, but none to his final, true form. He had seen the hope in the people's eyes when their heroes managed to hurt him in his first form, watched them recoil in fright at his second and third forms, and had relished – actually relished – the pain and pure fear that they expressed when their mighty heroes fell beaten, bloody, and broken at the feet of the tyrant.
It had never even occurred to him that what he did was almost exactly what happened on his own homeworld, just with different peoples. The Saiyans had brutally murdered his family, his people, then had, without a care in existence, just taken off with their dead benefactors' ships, to find a new planet to wreck, to steal and a new race to kill. Frieza had watched as the hulking Saiyans wrested their way into the royal palace of Arcos…vaporized the guards left and right, none in even their second form…They had overlooked the small alcove where the child had been hiding from his brother Cooler. But his brother was not so lucky.
They blasted their way to the throne room, half of them almost seeming drunk, and immediately tossed Cooler's limp and torn body, unconscious, at the feet of King Cold's throne. Cold, in his second form, was far more than a match for them all, even if they had been in their Oozaru forms. Bodies had been rent from groin to shoulder, sent flying through the walls. The child was happy – Father was going to win! – and had been on the verge of yelling out in joy, when the slim blade had erupted from his father's chest.
These memories whirled together, mixing in his mind. He saw his father die a hundred different ways, a thousand different times. He saw himself kill thousands, millions, and heard himself laughing. And then he saw himself holding the blade, stabbing it into the king's back. "I..I was no better than those I hated for so long," Frieza murmured, tears falling from his eyes in guilt, inking the dark-tinted maps with wet black dots. "Father…Cooler…All those I've killed…Forgive me…" He abandoned himself to his sorrow, collapsing into a chair and slumping over the table.
Yardrat
"Aw, come on! I didn't know that those things were there! Come to think of it, when I left, they weren't there…oh well!" Goku wore a cheesy grin that contrasted completely with the Yardratti's conceptualization of the golden-haired fighter – influenced in large part not only by the pod that he arrived in (such crafts almost always sparked fear in those who saw them) but by the signs on it. Unfortunately for Goku, the Yardrattis happened to be able to speak the languages on the pod, and were highly offended – several Yardrattis dressed in flowing robes had run out throwing what appeared to be religious objects at him and the pod. Goku ducked another throw. "Hey, was that a chamber pot? Ewww…." Goku pinched his nose. "I'm telling you, I'm not here to conquer your planet! I just want to figure out how to get – eeeeeewwwww! That wasn't nice! Hey, wait – how'd you get up there so fast without me seeing you?" A Yardratti had appeared above Goku and dumped the contents of a barrel onto him. It wasn't a chamber pot, but it did stink. "Oh come on! I come in peace! Take me to your leader! Do you guys even understand me? Anyone? My name is Goku, I come in peace!" He grinned lightheartedly, even though his nose was still pinched.
A shorter Yardratti came forward, motioning for the projectiles to stop flying, which they did. "Mr.…Goku, correct? I am the leader here of this village. If you are not here to conquer us, then why come in that pod? It seems that perhaps you do not know why those offensive signs are there, so we shall forget about that. And yes, we do understand you." He spoke in a fast, somewhat high-pitched tone, almost too fast to understand. Goku grinned again. "Yeah…about the pod – I got it from Frieza's ship –" A collective gasp of fear was sent up from all those present, and for a moment the missiles looked like they were going to start flying again. The short Yardratti held up a hand, though, and those about to throw stuff dropped their arms, though they did not drop the things that they were holding. "Eh heh heh heh…yeah, I beat him up a bit. He's acting better now, though. Found out that the race I'm from – the Saiyans – killed off his people and blew up his planet, so…Guess that's why he blew up Planet Vegeta. I'm guessing he went off the deep end for a while there." More gasping, though this time out of surprise. "Yeah, and now I'm apparently a Super Saiyan! That's the golden hair. I'm holding on to the transformation now because I'll probably fall over if I let it go – he beat me up pretty bad before I transformed." Again with the gasping. Goku frowned. "Are you guys alright? You sound like you can't breathe."
Far away, in Otherworld, a small, portly blue deity heard what Goku said and froze, then doubled over laughing at Goku's obliviousness.
The lead Yardratti smiled faintly. "Yes, Mr. Goku, we are alright. Merely…surprised that the legend has been fulfilled after so long and that you were able to…'beat him up,' as you put it." Goku grinned again. "Well, now you know I didn't come to conquer you guys." Urgle rurgle floop. "Heh heh…Do you have any food? If you've heard of the Super Saiyan, you've probably heard of the Super Appetite of any Saiyan." The short Yardratti smiled, this time a bit more broadly, reassured that the powerful Goku was not here to harm their people. "Yes we have, Mr. Goku. Come, let us make up for our less-than-hospitable greeting."
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