Prologue
The young man ran through the destroyed city, pulling his younger sister by her hand, sweat glistening on his orange skin.
"We have to hurry, Kurim!" he shouted as his pace quickened, "He's gaining on us!" He looked back with fear in his red eyes to see their pursuer, a fat alien with powerful arms, pink skin, and a head covered in small horns. The alien wore a blue and yellow chest piece with yellow shoulder pads over a blue body suit cut off at his shoulders. He was a few meters away and closing in fast!
"HA! Stupid little runts," he said with a gruff voice, "no one can escape from Dodoria, especially not a couple of kids!" The alien, Dodoria, charged up to the young Sabakan , punching him into the air and firing a ball of energy from his hand, destroying his prey.
"No! Koreto!" yelled the girl as the powerful brute destroyed her brother.
"It's nothing personal, kid," said Dodoria as he approached her from behind, "It's just good business." He reveled in the fear on her face for a moment as she slowly backed away, as if that would somehow save her from him, and then grabbed her head, quickly snapping her neck.
"Hey, Zarbon," said the fat alien as he pushed a button on the device he wore on his right ear, small display screen suspended in front of his eye, "I'm not picking up anymore power levels, I must've wiped out all the targets in my area. Did you get all yours?"
"Yes," said a voice into his ear transmitted by the device, "I killed off the last one just a minute ago. Have you checked with him yet?"
"I thought you did," said Dodoria, "I'll contact him now."
Meanwhile on the other side of the planet, a smaller alien was sitting near a pile of corpses, eating something he had picked off of a tree.
"Sir?" said a voice in his ear.
"Ah, Dodoria," he said in higher voice, "What kept you? I've been waiting for half an hour."
"So, I guess you took out all of your targets too, huh?" said Dodoria.
"Ah, splendid, then I take it Zarbon's finished up as well?" he said.
"Yes," he said, "There's not a single native left."
"Alright, you two go back to the ship and hail for a demolition team," said the alien as he stood up, "I want to take in the scenery a bit more before we go home."
"Understood," said Dodoria, "Lord Frieza."
Frieza chuckled as his three-toed, reptilian feet stomped on the body of one of his victims, his purple skull and black horns gleaming in the sun. He crossed his pink and white arms as he surveyed the landscape with his red eyes.
"Yes," he said, "This should fetch a good prophet. Green fields, clean air, mild climate," he looked down at one of the planet's ex-inhabitants, "I can see why you'd be unwilling to part with it, but I'm glad we could come to an agreement. Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha!"
This story was inspired by a poll I saw on the Dragon Ball wiki asking if fans wanted to see a prequel to the anime following the lives of Frieza, Dodoria, and Zarbon in the Planet Trade Organization. This is for those of you who voted 'yes'.