I AM LORD FRIEZA! (A Revival Story)
Chapter 1 – Overlord’s Awakening
“Hah?!” suddenly awoken in the midst of an unknown forest. Greeted by the ear piercing chirps of countless birds and the roar of queer beasts he couldn’t even imagine, ‘Frieza’ gazed around in panic. A canopy of thick green darkened the mood as he struggled and stumbled around the floor of dead leaves and insects. His breathing accentuated to an irregular frequency and cold sweat slid down his face as he tried to grasp some bearing of where he was. “What… what is this? Where am I?”
As he struggled around, the first thing he had noticed was the change to his eye-level. He had never been a tall figure, but it was certainly higher than this. They had decreased, or perhaps it was more apt to say it was his entire body that had shrunken down. He glanced down to the body of a child from the neck down but such a situation was beyond comprehension to him; it was too alien for him to accept. For now, in order to preserve what little semblance of sanity he had, it was better to forget about that issue and find out the exact specifics of his situation.
After a few minutes of aimless searching the imagery of the dreaded forest was burnt into his mind. He fell to his knees as he slammed down to the leafy floor with great destructive power that a portion of the mud-stained floor burst apart with a tremendous quake. “Where in blazes am I?!” he shouted to himself knowing an answer wouldn’t miraculously echo back to him. ‘This is a forest… but which one? What planet is this?’ he shook his head as he had lost count. After some four hundred different conquered planets it had become exceedingly difficult to differentiate between them, worse was that he was never the one who did it personally. “This is what I have henchmen for!” he shouted as he once again slammed against the floor to cause another tremor.
As much as he wanted to stay and lament on his situation even he knew that it wouldn’t have been a productive use of time. After having decided that he needed to do something in order to change the situation, he continued to stumble aimlessly through the forest and finally came across a small pond. It glittered gently as a stream of sunlight pierced through the thick canopy and reflected onto the water as if it had been blessed by god. Of course the only kinds of gods that Frieza knew were those that destroyed recklessly and ones that just watched uselessly.
When he had reached the pond, he froze at the reflect that stared back. “What…?” he let out subconsciously in disbelief at what he had saw. A pale face, for sure, but it was cream colored rather than the elegantly haunting white of his original form, he had hair although they were brown instead of the original purple chrome he had. The only thing that remained true was his ghastly red eyes. “What… am I? No…” he shook his head as he backed away from his own reflection. He fell to the floor and was forced to see the predicament of his own body… “I’m… a mon… key…” he frantically shook his head once more because that wasn’t it either.
“No… I’m,” he felt his behind and there wasn’t a tail. He wasn’t a ‘Saiyan’, what he had been was “a human…?” His hands trembled at the revelation as he fell to his knees once more. A striking migraine suddenly invaded his head as all sorts of images entered. They were memories of a time and place he had never experienced but for some reason they seemed too vivid to be just a random act of hallucination caused by his pain.
He held his own mouth closed in order not to scream as he forced the pain back down. It was at that moment Frieza had been going through an existential crisis that a fearsome roar resounded from the depths of the forest. Something that had been long asleep had been awoken due to the sounds of the earlier tremors he had caused. However Frieza was not in the mood to entertain brainless beasts.
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Yet the situation no longer made it a possibility for him to ignore as ground beneath his foot shook. The sound of hurried stomps of a beast was gaining onto his current location at a relatively fast speed. With a great explosive entrance and the annihilation of several trees in the area, what emerged from the heart of the forest was a great monster. A bear-like beast armored with steel plating from head to toe, [Armored Bear].
The bear’s roar echoed mightily through the dreaded forest to create an even more unpleasant mood of the situation. It carefully approached Frieza and stood up on its hind legs to let out a most feral roar that reverberated against even the heavens above. It stared down the small prey with its one vicious black eye and one closed by a scar that detailed its violent history. Yet Frieza was not amused; he wasn’t scared, he hadn’t cowered, he didn’t run… Frieza only stared back with a knife sharp glare. For a moment the bear retreated its ground as it felt a formidable presence from within such a small body.
Content with the temporary silence, Frieza turned his back on the wild beast to continue pondering about his current situation. “How did I get here?"
The bear was not pleased at its treatment. To be ignored by such an irrelevant prey, it had all been a great dishonor to it. It raised its steel plated claws up to the sky to prepare a guillotine like swipe that would end the existence of such an affront. With its weapon up high the bear took a deep breath to let out once a more vicious roar. It swung down its massive arms with great speed and destructive force towards the small prey.
Frieza halted his movements to return the reply, “I am trying to think here, so will you… shut up for one measly second, you miserable cur?!” He sent a powerful death glare straight towards the monster. This time it had actually been a ‘death glare’ as a beam of purple light flash forth from his eyes with deadly accuracy and seared through the Armored Bear’s steel plated chest. Within the matter of only a second the bear’s life had been stolen, its armor shattered and it was flung back like a rag doll through a good portion of the forest as it up heaved a trail of dirt in its wake.
Frieza felt a quaint sense of satisfaction from the kill. The insufferable migraine had also dissipated at some point and now he was given some freedom to think with a straight head. Even his predicament over his changed body seemed like such a small thing when he thought about it afterwards. “Hmm, yes, there is a certain sense of satisfaction to doing the killing yourself.” With a sneer he placed his hands to his back to straighten his posture. “Now then… that still doesn’t change my current situation.”
Frieza glanced around some more but only trees and the charred remains of an annoying fly was all he could see. “Perhaps I should gain more altitude…” as he prepared to take off from the ground another shout interrupted him. This time it wasn’t the distressing squeal of a beast but the soft but intelligible calls of a sentient life form.
“Friedel!” it was the voice of a young girl; a child had come running to him. She looked no older than six, with bright fiery red hair and skin that reminded him of snow, yet her dress was something left to be a little desired as it was repulsively primitive. She embraced him with all the strength her tiny body could muster, “Friedel! Are you okay?! We were looking all over for you!”
Stunned, Frieza couldn’t really reply. It was too comical of a scene to even comprehend, the great overlord of the galaxy, ‘Frieza’, hugged by an insolent child? What in the world? There were only so many times he had lost composure but this was the first time that had happened without the catalyst being a god forsaken monkey. “Who…” as he was about to ask the girl another set of voices came rushing over to his location.
“Friedel!” this time it was a much more mature voice. A group of men adorned with what seemed to be a set of unbelievably quaint armor rushed over. In their hands they lauded archaic and brutish weapons that not even the janitors on his ship would be expected to hold, yet here these men were embarrassing themselves in such queer get up. ‘Just what is going on?’ Frieza thought to himself but the one thing he wanted to ask more than that. Just to be sure if he was correct was…
“Who in blazes is ‘Friedel’?”