Synopsis
How? How did it come to this?
Not just once... but twice? The great Emperor of the galaxy, yet defeated by a mere monkey? No! This is not how my story will end! I refuse to return that hell!
Until I have reclaimed my birthright as the ruler of all things I will not rest!
Frieza had been killed... twice.
Yet as he was destined to be sentenced once more to the same agonizing hell from whence he had crawled out of, his fate had changed. This time around was different. It was not hell that he had been returned to but he was given a 'second chance' as he was reincarnated into a different world altogether. This was no longer the world in which he had ruled, but a world rife with vermin that did not know who he was. They had not bowed their heads in fear and awe of his presence and wielded strange powers known as 'magic'. Even for the galactic emperor, this world housed many odd species that he had not seen before, but this was perfect as he could soon teach them what it mean to be 'conquered'.
He was the galactic overlord; Frieza refused to follow the same path as these vermins and he would assert hs dominance the way he knew how. 'Magic?' he would not lower himself to the standard of insects but overwhelm them with the techniques that had earnt him his title in the first place.
"I do not know what this world holds in store for me... No, I do. I see an aureate throne with the bodies of vermin piling at my doorsteps. This world will be like all the others in my wake: conquered by me, Lord Frieza!"