In the flowery plains of a special area in Hell, Appule stood, his heart pounding with anxiety. His recent absorption of Super Saiyan Vegeta's energy had granted him incredible power, but staring his past in the face also stirred up dormant fears. Decades of servitude under Lord Frieza resurfaced, and Appule's demeanor shifted. He was now in the presence of the very beings he still feared most—the Frieza Family.
Appule approached the demons who previously controlled the universe with an iron fist. The angels of Hell played their music and sang their angelic songs. This area of Hell seemed more like Heaven than Hell, but Appule supposed it made sense that something so peaceful and serene would be considered Hell for Lord Frieza and his family. His instincts took control as he greeted the previous Emperor of the Universe with a 90-degree bow and introduced himself.
“Commander Appule of the Planet Trade Organization has come to bring you back to the world of the living!” Appule stated his identity and his purpose.
The three frost demons turned their cocoons to face him directly. They were strung up to a beautiful tree with falling pink petals all around them. All three members recognized him in some capacity. Frieza recognized his armor. Cooler recognized his name. King Cold knew that Turles’s followers referred to their organization as the Planet Trade Organization instead of calling it the Frieza Force.
“What sort of scheme is this?” Frieza narrowed his eyes.
“I thought it was hellish enough that I have to spend the rest of eternity next to my brother on this god-forsaken tree, but I now, too, have to deal with fake plots of freedom?” Cooler groaned.
“Now, now boys, why don’t we let the nice young man explain himself? Trickery or not, it would be far more pleasant than what we have to deal with on a daily basis, is it not?” King Cold corralled his sons.
“My mission was to build a Base of Operations in Hell for Captain Turles. He seeks to expand the Planet Trade Organization to even Hell itself… He also sent me here to see if you all would be amiable to come back to serve the Planet Trade Organization with him at the helm…” Appule muttered the last part.
“The monkey responsible for killing me is trying to get me to serve under him? Never! Never ever! Never in a million years!” Frieza screeched.
“I accept.” Cooler took a moment to think before replying.
“Anything to get out of this dreadful place, I suppose.” King Cold also replied.
“Have you two gone insane?! That filthy monkey is the one responsible for putting us in this Hell! You’re willing to serve under him?!” Frieza shouted at his family.
“Don’t be an idiot, brother. Would you rather suffer here till the end of time or go back to being alive?” Cooler dismissively glanced at Frieza.
Frieza couldn’t help but let out a scream of frustration before regaining control over his emotions. He seemingly calmed himself as he looked down at Appule. “Fine. I accept…” He forced himself to say.
Appule severed the part of the cocoons attached to the tree, freeing the Frieza Clan from their imprisonment. The Lineage of Evil, once imprisoned in Hell, now stood in front of Appule. Their expressions looked like they were sizing him up. Just how useful was a Commander in Turles’s rule? Was he a force on par with the Ginyu Force? Cooler knew of his place in the Crusher Force, while Frieza only thought he was vaguely familiar. All weakling soldiers looked practically the same to Frieza.
Appule's internal turmoil remained hidden beneath his cordial demeanor as he politely asked the Frieza Family to make physical contact with him. They gave him looks of disgust before he could explain himself. “It would be far faster to get to where we need to if we do this. Please believe me.” Appule kindly requested.
Cooler and Frieza touched him with their tails. King Cold felt comfortable enough with this potential ploy to place his palm on his shoulder. If Appule weren’t as strong as he was, he’d probably have a few crushed bones right now because of King Cold's grip. Appule placed his index and middle finger on his forehead before they teleported to the part of Hell where the rest of the soldiers were waiting.
When they arrived next to all of the soldiers, there was an immediate response. Everyone fell to their knees as they bowed toward the Frost Demons. Shivers of fear, shaking of past memories, and the physical reaction to being in the presence of royalty. There was no soldier who forgot their place, even though they were all dead. The Frieza Clan smiled at the sight of this.
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King Cold, now more believing that this wasn’t just a joke, turned his gaze to Appule. His voice, regal and deep, carried an air of command that sent shivers down Appule's spine. "Appule, was it? I’d like to know more about Turles’s plan for us." Before he died, he had pleasant feelings for the monkey. It was just unfortunate his son didn’t, and led them both to their deaths. Appule hesitated for a moment, struggling to find the right words. "King Cold, Captain Turles, has a vision."
Cooler's analytical gaze pierced Appule, and his voice was as sharp as his judgment. "Explain this vision, Appule, and be mindful of every word." Appule cleared his throat, his composure gradually returning. "Captain Turles seeks to take control of the entire universe and shape it under the Planet Trade Organization."
King Cold regarded Appule with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. "And we’re to serve as his faithful pawns?" Appule decided to be honest in his response. "That is something I’m not clear on. I was just ordered to ask if you three wanted a chance to come back to the organization. I will be taking you to Captain Turles in just a moment. He will be more than happy to answer any and all questions regarding your revival!" Appule happily passed the stick to his boss.
"Oh, I can’t wait." Frieza grinned.
With the Frieza Family and dead members of the Planet Trade Organization now standing all around him, Appule couldn't help but wonder if Captain Turles was making a mistake by recruiting Lord Frieza and his kin. He believed in Captain Turles’s vision and his strength, but was this necessary? Recruiting dead souls just for the sake of bolstering their armies? Appule had no choice but to wait and see. Captain Turles always had a plan…
Appule began teleporting the dead souls out of Hell to Captain Turles. The Instant Transmission technique was really amazing in that even the boundaries between life and death weren’t an obstacle to it. It was a lengthy process as there were many, many, many members of the Frieza Force that had died. Appule’s version of the Instant Transmission wasn’t as developed as Mepple’s, which could teleport people without even touching them.
The Frieza Family watched silently as the sea of souls returned to the world of the living. Each one disappeared with a silent pop before Appule returned to teleport another group. “Saving the best for last? Understandable.” King Cold figured.
It took several days before Appule could teleport the Frieza Clan. "Shall we leave?" Frieza, Cooler, and King Cold exchanged knowing glances. They didn’t hesitate to grab hold of Appule and feel themselves being taken directly out of Hell.
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And there, seated upon a throne, was Turles himself. His black eyes gleamed with satisfaction at the sight of the aliens, and his presence exuded an aura of power that sent shivers down the spines of the soldiers. He wore a black cloak over his battle armor. Around him were his offspring, his first concubine, Bonyu, the two namekian children, and some other members of the Crusher Force.
Frieza, Cooler, and King Cold stepped forward, their faces a mask of composure. Frieza struggled to hold his composure as he looked into those dark, disgusting, filthy monkey eyes, but he didn’t lose control and attack like his heart was screaming at him to do. Turles was believed to be a mutant of a Saiyan that had transcended the limits of their kind. Even if he publicly denied this rumor, no one believed him on account of how powerful he and his children were.
"Turles," Frieza's voice was measured, his metallic form gleaming in the dim light, "Why have you brought us back?" He questioned.
Turles inclined his head, acknowledging their presence. "I’ll speak to you three in a moment in a private setting. Sai, please lead Frieza, Cooler, and Cold to the Command Center. I have to deal with the newly revived soldiers' accommodations first." He told them.
Sai, the muscular giant saibamen unlike any of his kind, led the frost demons away, ignoring their looks of interest, disgust, and amusement. Turles used this opportunity to introduce the soldiers to Turles’s Planet Trade Organization. Things were run differently from how they were under Frieza’s rule. They needed to understand this to avoid messing things up.
Turles, standing up from his throne at the forefront of his assembled forces, began to address them. His voice, once soft and measured in the presence of Hedo, now reverberated with the power and authority befitting the leader of the Planet Trade Organization.
"Employees of the Planet Trade Organization," Turles began, his gaze sweeping over the diverse assembly of his troops. "I stand before you today, not just as your leader, but as the ruler of a new era. An era where we transcend the limitations of our past, an era where we harness the full potential of our latent potential as an organization." He paused, letting the weight of his words settle among his soldiers. "As I explored the far corners of our universe, I witnessed the birth of a new empire. A vision where the Planet Trade Organization is not merely an organization but the embodiment of progress and prosperity throughout the universe!"
Turles's eyes gleamed with utter satisfaction. "The Vigilance Force, armed with the ability to see parts of the future, shall aid us in our endeavors.” Turles's voice remained unwavering. "Our expansion does not stop at conquest. It extends to specialization, research, and development. Employees like Rasin, Lakasei, and Kikono will lead us to scientific advancements, making our technology even further unrivaled across the universe."
He continued, "But our greatest strength lies in you, our employees. Without you, there is no Planet Trade Organization. What we’ve accomplished wouldn’t be possible without the help of all of you men, women, and others. And for that, I thank you. I thank all of you from the bottom of my heart." Turles's voice crescendoed, carrying the weight of his vision. "People, we are on the cusp of a grand transformation. Together, we shall rise above our past, forging a new destiny for the Planet Trade Organization. We will not merely conquer; we will shape the universe itself to fit our view of reality!"
A resounding cheer erupted from the soldiers, both living and dead, their enthusiasm and commitment visibly ignited by Turles's words. This was going to be their new start. A new start to a prosperous life! A life without struggle and hardship just to survive! All hail Lord Turles!