Minutes...hours...days...weeks...
By now he had lost count of how much time had actually passed since (for the second time!) his soul had been forever trapped in the body of that weak and defenseless frog against any threat whatsoever.
It wasn't right! He was the great Captain Ginew! How could mockingly Destiny have played that bad joke on him?
He let out a sad sigh, which came out of his throat like a long and wrenching croooaaak, which irritated him further; everything he did seemed to keep reminding him of his sad condition. It was like having an evil shadow constantly over… his head…?
The frog let out a loud startled croak when he realized that there was indeed a shadow above him! However, he was not fast enough to dodge before a hand, emerging from that dark shadow, could grab him and pull him up.
It's over! The great Captain Ginyu has been captured! Goodbye Cruel World!
"Stay calm Captain, I'm not going to hurt you", a male voice attracted his attention with those words, making him re-open his eyes that he had instantly and instinctively closed so as not to have to face what he thought would be his imminent end.
He found himself in front of the face of a young man with tanned skin, blue eyes and short-cut blond hair shot upwards to form a sort of corolla all around his head, like a sort of strange sunflower; he was smiling at him, holding him very gently in his hands, but tightly enough not to allow him to escape.
For a strange moment Ginew thought he had seen that face before, long ago…
"It's you, isn't it Captain Ginew? Please answer me," the smile faded from his face for a moment as he scanned his froglike body from side to side with an uncertain gaze; if he found out he had caught the wrong frog again he didn't know what he would do to justify his delay again.
Luckily for him the frog began to nod conspicuously, emitting a few frantic croaks, reassuring him of his choice. "Thank goodness! You have no idea how much time I spent looking for you Captain!".
Frog-Ginew looked at him questioningly; the feeling before him had now completely vanished, in reality it was almost as if he had never had it, but the perplexity in discovering that that unknown boy knew him and had recognized him despite that form had remained.
Almost as if to read his mind, the boy hurried to give him the answers he was looking for: "My name is Newone and I am a Soul Collector from the Underworld of King Kaio of the North. My job is to make sure that once your time has come, the soul reaches that realm without further problems or... involuntary displacements in other people's bodies or whatsoever", the grip of one of his hands moved from the frog's abdomen to its neck, so quickly that Frog-Ginew didn't even have the time to realize it.
"This will hurt a little, but believe me, it's for your own good."
And still with that reassuring smile, the young man broke his neck.