'Goku, please tell me that this is some sort of sick joke.'
I wish I could say that and mean it. I wish I could tell him that I killed the bad guy, avenged everyone who I swore I would. That I wasn't carrying the same tyrant who threatened to end all life casually back to my home planet to save his.
But I can't.
'King Kai, please. Not right now.'
'Not right now?! Are you crazy?! Lost your mind?! Did that fight knock the already few screws you have in your head completely out? Goku, this is dangerous.'
'Trust me, I'm well aware.'
'It certainly doesn't look like it.'
'Please trust me.' Silence. Oh, now he's pissed too. Great, add him to the list. I massage my temples, what did I really expect? I don't want to imagine how the others will react, specifically Vegeta and Krillin when I wish them back to life.
And Gohan... My stomach drops. Gohan and Piccolo are going to flip. Everyone is going to flip. But I have already made the conscious decision to bring him along for the ride. No going back now...
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The five day journey back to Earth is woefully lengthy, maybe it is the fear prolonging it. But I dread the moments ticking to our arrival as the spacecraft rumbles down to a landing. Frieza is in a fitful, uncomfortable sleep with a thin cover engulfing him, yelping when his body inches in any way.
I'd have to carry him off the ship and it's a lot different than being on a planet where no one is around. Whew... okay, here goes nothing.
Carefully picking up his nimble body, I cradle him close. He's still sleeping. I programmed the ship to land right in the front yard of Bulma's house. No doubt she has some type of healing machine.
My nerves are beyond rattled right now as I step off the ship, Frieza's limp body swinging left to right. He grunts somewhat so I opt to carry him on my back, his arms barely able to clasp themselves around my neck. Just as suspected, a large group has gathered outside. I think I'm about to pass out.
Shock is not a strong enough word to convey how the others react when they see I brought home a tyrant for dinner.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!" Bulma roars. "You brought him HERE?! Goku, he tried to kill all of us! Doesn't that mean anything to you?!" It is followed by multiples cries of outrage and my mouth is zipped shut, at least until it dies down a little. I don't have a reply. There is nothing I can say to appease their rightful vexation.
"I'll explain everything but first, I want to get him healed."
"Healed? Here? No."
"Bulma, please. Trust me, would ya?" A clenched jaw Bulma listens to my pleading for a while longer before ultimately giving in much to the dismay of those around her. Gohan's face is puzzled, livid and dissapointed all in one. I can't bear to look at him.
"You are a piece of work, you know that? Dammit, I hope you know what you're doing."
I don't.
"Well, don't look so shocked! Come in before I change my mind."
Capsule Corpation medicine is better than a lot of its traditional predecessors. I'm not startled when Bulma comes out of her lab holding a syringe that is full of orange liquid. Took her less than an hour.
"Are you mad at me?" I ask, already aware of the answer. She gives me fierce eye contact, her hands ready to apply the bone mending magic to Frieza's neck.
"If he starts a killing spree on Earth, it will be your fault. Your son would never forgive you if that happened. Just keep that in mind." With that, she injects him and steps behind me, it slowly but surely doing its job.
Here we go...
