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When Frieza first awoke on this strange rock of ice, his first thought had been that he was, somehow, back on his home planet.
Only, that wasn't possible. His home planet had been destroyed a long, long time ago. And even if it had, miraculously, reappeared, why would he be here? He held no attachment to the place. His home was at the seat of his Planet Trade Organization--any ancestral ties he may have to a single planet were completely worthless.
But, no. Wherever he was, the air was different--harder to breathe, but within his limits. And, sure, it had been a while, but he definitely didn't remember his home planet's sky containing a large purple gas giant unlike any planet he'd ever seen before. Which only raised further questions of where the hell he was, and how he'd ended up here. He'd just gone to sleep after a normal day of work, and woken up... here. Wherever "here" was. What's more, he couldn't even fly.
Still, he wasn't going to sit around doing nothing but throwing a fit over this nonsensical turn of events. Like hell he was just going to lie down and die in a place like this. If he couldn't fly, he could walk. This was an ice planet. Ice meant water. Water meant life. Life meant food. And even if this bizarre planet seemed to be limiting his powers to some capacity, he could still fire ki blasts, which meant hunting would be no problem. The only concern was whether he'd find anything edible before running out of energy--but for now, he had plenty. He just had to survive until he figured out what the hell was going on, and from there he could figure out what to do next.
He kept walking. There wasn't much as far as plantlife was concerned, aside from patches of alien moss that clung to the edges of a foul-smelling geothermal vent, and as he continued through the trail of jagged rocks the air grew thinner and thinner. Perhaps he was climbing a hill or mountain--the visibility was too poor to tell. His legs were starting to ache, and for what was far from the first time, he cursed this damned planet for not even having the decency to let him fly. Frieza was a lot of things, but patient was not one of them. Fatigue was starting to set in, but that only angered him further. He pushed past it through stubborn will alone.
For a while, anyway.
Stubborn as he was, even he had limits. Eventually, his body gave out, and he collapsed against a large boulder, shoulders heaving and breath coming in shallow gasps. How long had he been walking? Hours, surely, but he had no way of knowing how many. The sky didn't seem to change at all, and even if it had, he didn't know how long this planet's day/night cycle actually was. Exhaustion flooded his body, and his limbs felt like solid iron. He exhaled, and shut his eyes. No point in not resting. Perhaps this was all some twisted dream anyhow. Not even bothering to clear a comfortable patch of dirt or start a fire, he curled up and fell fast asleep.
A loud roar jolted him from his slumber. Frieza scrambled to his feet. A large silhouette loomed over him, easily as large as his powered up forms and twice as wide. Whatever sort of beast it was, it was clearly not happy an alien interloper had found himself in its territory.
And in that moment, all the stress, exhaustion, and sheer, cold anger that had been accumulating since Frieza found himself stranded on this godforsaken rock, exploded.
"YOU DARE CHALLENGE LORD FRIEZA, EMPEROR OF THE UNIVERSE?!" he screamed, face contorted in rage. "FOR SUCH INSOLENCE, PREPARE TO PAY THE ULTIMATE PRICE!!!"
He fired a volley of death beams until the creature collapsed, and then he fired about fifty more until it was little more than a sizzling, hole-ridden pile of burnt meat. He gritted his teeth together and exhaled shakily, and took a moment to compose himself. In all likelihood it had just been some wild animal, so yelling at it seemed kind of pointless now that the heat of the moment had passed. Whatever. It was dead now, and for the first time since getting here, he became acutely aware of how hungry he was. Well. Meat was meat.
Now re-energized, and much more mentally lucid, Frieza set up a proper camp. Well, it still wasn't much. Just a pile of rocks and a small fire. But it was better than nothing, and he wasn't going to put raw meat in his body if he could help it. It was probably a pretty pathetic sight, but after his earlier outburst, he was too exhausted--and hungry--to care. And it wasn't as if anyone was around to see him like this.
"It went this way!"
Speak of the devil.
A small group--probably a scouting party--of bizarre, tiny aliens broke through the blizzard. They were clad head to toe in thick coats, and wore cartoonishly oversized goggles. He stared at them in bewilderment, skewered yeti arm half-raised to his mouth, and for a moment they stared back, not moving. Then they chattered amongst each other for a moment, and the largest turned back to him.
"You... did you slay that beast?"
The alien gestured to the ravaged beast carcass by his campsite. For a moment, Frieza was still struggling to process this turn of events, but eventually found his voice. "Uh... yes?"
The chattering resumed. Then, finally, they hobbled up to his campsite, and threw themselves at his feet. It was only then that his mind really caught up to what was happening.
"You've saved our village!" the largest spoke. "Please, you must come back with us, so we can bestow you with the proper honors."
Well. This was far from the most unwelcome turn of events. Finally, this weird planet was treating him with the respect he deserved. A smug grin split across his lips. When life gives you space lemons...
Only, that wasn't possible. His home planet had been destroyed a long, long time ago. And even if it had, miraculously, reappeared, why would he be here? He held no attachment to the place. His home was at the seat of his Planet Trade Organization--any ancestral ties he may have to a single planet were completely worthless.
But, no. Wherever he was, the air was different--harder to breathe, but within his limits. And, sure, it had been a while, but he definitely didn't remember his home planet's sky containing a large purple gas giant unlike any planet he'd ever seen before. Which only raised further questions of where the hell he was, and how he'd ended up here. He'd just gone to sleep after a normal day of work, and woken up... here. Wherever "here" was. What's more, he couldn't even fly.
Still, he wasn't going to sit around doing nothing but throwing a fit over this nonsensical turn of events. Like hell he was just going to lie down and die in a place like this. If he couldn't fly, he could walk. This was an ice planet. Ice meant water. Water meant life. Life meant food. And even if this bizarre planet seemed to be limiting his powers to some capacity, he could still fire ki blasts, which meant hunting would be no problem. The only concern was whether he'd find anything edible before running out of energy--but for now, he had plenty. He just had to survive until he figured out what the hell was going on, and from there he could figure out what to do next.
He kept walking. There wasn't much as far as plantlife was concerned, aside from patches of alien moss that clung to the edges of a foul-smelling geothermal vent, and as he continued through the trail of jagged rocks the air grew thinner and thinner. Perhaps he was climbing a hill or mountain--the visibility was too poor to tell. His legs were starting to ache, and for what was far from the first time, he cursed this damned planet for not even having the decency to let him fly. Frieza was a lot of things, but patient was not one of them. Fatigue was starting to set in, but that only angered him further. He pushed past it through stubborn will alone.
For a while, anyway.
Stubborn as he was, even he had limits. Eventually, his body gave out, and he collapsed against a large boulder, shoulders heaving and breath coming in shallow gasps. How long had he been walking? Hours, surely, but he had no way of knowing how many. The sky didn't seem to change at all, and even if it had, he didn't know how long this planet's day/night cycle actually was. Exhaustion flooded his body, and his limbs felt like solid iron. He exhaled, and shut his eyes. No point in not resting. Perhaps this was all some twisted dream anyhow. Not even bothering to clear a comfortable patch of dirt or start a fire, he curled up and fell fast asleep.
A loud roar jolted him from his slumber. Frieza scrambled to his feet. A large silhouette loomed over him, easily as large as his powered up forms and twice as wide. Whatever sort of beast it was, it was clearly not happy an alien interloper had found himself in its territory.
And in that moment, all the stress, exhaustion, and sheer, cold anger that had been accumulating since Frieza found himself stranded on this godforsaken rock, exploded.
"YOU DARE CHALLENGE LORD FRIEZA, EMPEROR OF THE UNIVERSE?!" he screamed, face contorted in rage. "FOR SUCH INSOLENCE, PREPARE TO PAY THE ULTIMATE PRICE!!!"
He fired a volley of death beams until the creature collapsed, and then he fired about fifty more until it was little more than a sizzling, hole-ridden pile of burnt meat. He gritted his teeth together and exhaled shakily, and took a moment to compose himself. In all likelihood it had just been some wild animal, so yelling at it seemed kind of pointless now that the heat of the moment had passed. Whatever. It was dead now, and for the first time since getting here, he became acutely aware of how hungry he was. Well. Meat was meat.
Now re-energized, and much more mentally lucid, Frieza set up a proper camp. Well, it still wasn't much. Just a pile of rocks and a small fire. But it was better than nothing, and he wasn't going to put raw meat in his body if he could help it. It was probably a pretty pathetic sight, but after his earlier outburst, he was too exhausted--and hungry--to care. And it wasn't as if anyone was around to see him like this.
"It went this way!"
Speak of the devil.
A small group--probably a scouting party--of bizarre, tiny aliens broke through the blizzard. They were clad head to toe in thick coats, and wore cartoonishly oversized goggles. He stared at them in bewilderment, skewered yeti arm half-raised to his mouth, and for a moment they stared back, not moving. Then they chattered amongst each other for a moment, and the largest turned back to him.
"You... did you slay that beast?"
The alien gestured to the ravaged beast carcass by his campsite. For a moment, Frieza was still struggling to process this turn of events, but eventually found his voice. "Uh... yes?"
The chattering resumed. Then, finally, they hobbled up to his campsite, and threw themselves at his feet. It was only then that his mind really caught up to what was happening.
"You've saved our village!" the largest spoke. "Please, you must come back with us, so we can bestow you with the proper honors."
Well. This was far from the most unwelcome turn of events. Finally, this weird planet was treating him with the respect he deserved. A smug grin split across his lips. When life gives you space lemons...