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Frieza's Journey	By : nejihater5000 Category: Dragon Ball Z > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1130 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not make any money off of this fiction. All rights to Dragon Ball Z go to Akira Toriyama. I do own this story though.

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UPDATE!!! At long last!!! I am sorry about the long wait, but I was struggling for a long time with the technical details of how I was going to get this story to go where I wanted it to go. I hope, after months of work, that I've got it figured out.

With that, enjoy.

Frieza's P.O.V:

Sleep is such a beautiful thing. It is one of the few moments I have some peace. Here I stand, in the darkness of my mind... nothing is here but an empty room....

I walk to the center of the room and bask in the darkness, enjoying one of the few times I have a peaceful moment. The last I remember I was floating in space on the brink of death, but I don't know for sure if I survived or if I did indeed die. I don't care right now, however. This place is too peaceful for me to care.

I start to notice a shadow on the other side of the room forming. I pay it no mind and turn away from it, but then I hear it. The bane of my existence. That voice and those words that enrage me to the point of insanity; those words that cut so deeply they do far greater damage than any blast or blow could ever do.

"I quit.”

I cringe as I slowly turn around; my stomach in knots and throat tightening up. My fear is confirmed; he is standing there, with that same condescending smirk on his face. My mind is engulfed with rage as I charge him wildly, only to hit nothing but smoke. I look around frantically, but I can't see him. Blast that monkey!

"You're not even a challenge to me anymore.”

I hear his voice again from behind. I turn around, and there he is... staring at me with those green, piercing eyes. I fire an energy blast at him; it makes contact, but the figure blows up into smoke. I'm panting from mental exhaustion at this point. I hope that is the end of it.

But it isn't, as I hear that voice again.

"If you really want to decide a winner, go back and heal up, and maybe learn some more techniques.”

I am paralyzed by the sound of his voice and the sight of those eyes piercing into my mind and soul. I fall to my hands and knees before him, and then something happens that breaks me completely; he laughs at me. I stare at him in astonishment, unable to move or do anything; paralyzed by fear. Then he suddenly multiplies all around me, laughing at me condescendingly... the same laugh I had laughed when I slaughtered those far weaker than myself.

I managed to choke out one syllable;

"N-o.”

The laughing got louder and they proceeded to draw themselves closer to me. Suddenly my rage started to get the better of my fear. I felt my energy returning.

"No!”

They continued to come closer, laughing even louder. Finally my rage completely overshadowed my fear;

"NOOOO!!!”

And in one burst of anger and hatred, my energy destroyed them all. I collapse in exhaustion; sweating and panting as I feel myself slipping into darkness, but then I feel my strength renewed again. I struggle to stand up, still panting... and then he appears before me again... I get ready to destroy him yet again, but then he says something as he's turning around to leave that stuns me yet again.

"There. I've given you some of my power... enough to get you off planet. From here on out, you're on your own. Maybe now you'll start to learn just how precious life is.”

He disappears into thin air, and I am left in a pool of my hatred for that monkey. The world around me goes completely black again, and I feel the darkness take me yet again.

I awoke to find myself in a rejuvenation chamber; I see a couple of scientists gazing at me, alongside my father. The chamber drains and I find myself completely healed; my body shows no traces of the battle I lost to that saiyan filth.

"Thank goodness you're ok, son.” I hear my father say in a cold, indifferent voice. “Who knows what I would've done had you died.” I do, you would've simply made another one to replace me.

"Father, I'm quite alright now. How did you manage to restore my body this way?” I ask in astonishment. I was aware of the cyborg transplant system that my father's scientists had developed long ago, but I never knew that they could literally restore entire limbs and body parts as though they were never damaged or removed.

"Our technology has advanced considerably since your absence. Thanks to new cutting-edge genetic technology, we are able to create a 'map' of a person's entire genetic structure using only a small sample of DNA, and then using the restorative elements of the healing chambers, we can direct the chamber to restore the subject in accordance to the map. In other words, the 'map' performs the same function for you and I as a back-up drive performs for a computer. However, there is some injury that even the 'map' can't restore. You were extremely fortunate; had your heart or brain been damaged too severely, the 'map' would've been ineffective in restoring you.”

I listened with great interest. Such technology would be very useful to me later. I'll have to convince father to share some of it at a later day.

"So, son, please enlighten me as to how you managed to end up in such a terrible state.” I cringe at the question... not wanting to tell the story; not wanting to relive the memory of my humiliation, or that dream....

I relate the story to my father, who to his credit, listened unbelievably well. I've never seen my father listen to so much of what I (or anyone else for that matter) had to say. When my story was finished, I was shaking in rage and humiliation, but he appeared deep in thought. Suddenly, he walked away. I called to him, but he didn't listen. The next day, he called me into the training chambers. When I arrived, he met me there with a sharp blow to my solar-plexus. That monkey was strong, but no where near as strong as my father. I could do nothing but curl in a ball; gasping for air.

"Do you know why you lost, son?” He asks sarcastically. “N-o.” I managed to gasp out.

“Because you're a disappointment!” He begins kicking me in the ribs. I could do nothing but groan in pain.

“You're the foulest type of useless garbage that I've ever seen!! Even Appule is more useful than you!!” He kicks me sharply enough to send me flying across the room. He walks towards me, snarling....

"I created you, raised you, trained you, handed you an empire on a silver platter, and how do you repay me!?” He picks me up and throws me against the wall.

"You get yourself beaten to the brink of death by a saiyan monkey!!” He delivers several sharp blows to my sternum. I try to protect, but his powerful blows easily break through my defense. After the barrage, he delivers one kick that contained so much force, it made me cough up blood on the spot. I collapse, gasping for air.

"You're going to stay here, and you will train! You will get stronger, and you will challenge this saiyan filth again! You have one year exactly to train. When that year has passed, you will go to that monkey's home planet, and you will NOT come back until you've killed him and destroyed that planet! Are we clear!?” I managed barely to gasp out a yes. He walked away in a fury, as I lay there practically choking on my own blood.

Wow! Dark! What's going to happen to Frieza from here on out? Stay tuned to find out! I'll see about posting more often too!
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