Dragonball: Rewritten

Chapter 30: Cell Saga

Out in the far reaches of space, a large elliptical-shaped spaceship sped in the direction of a spiral galaxy. Blue light spat out from its engines, burning fuel at the absolute highest speed the ship could handle. Inside stood a large white-and-purple skinned alien creature with two thick black horns, holding a chalice full of red wine in one of his black clawed hands. He gazed out of the ship's large front window at that spiral galaxy with a bored expression, as if that galaxy held nothing valuable or interesting for him or their empire.

Truly, to King Cold, this galaxy was beneath him. The planet moreso. It provided no vital resources to exploit or worthy challenges to conquer. But this wasn't his call, and really, there was no way he would tell his beloved son no. Not after what that monkey did to him.

From behind him, his son asked, "How much longer now, Captain?"

At the helm adjacent to King Cold, Captain Ginyu replied, "Less than an hour, Lord Frieza."

"Excellent." The ugly sound of creaking metal clunked its way towards him. "Prepare your men. Destroy every single being on the planet. Leave nothing behind." King Cold glanced down at Frieza when he finally stood beside him, his body held together by wires and metal more than flesh. Their dual hardened gazes met as his son growled, "But leave that wretched Saiyan to me."

King Cold smirked. " And me. No one attacks the Frieza Force and lives to tell about it." He offered him his chalice. "The final blow will be yours, of course."

Frieza returned that same smirk. He took the chalice with his metal hand, his attention returning to the spiral galaxy coming rapidly closer to their spaceship's front window.

"Soon..." Frieza chuckled, bringing the chalice to his purple lips. "Soon I will have my revenge."

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Meanwhile, deep in the Paozu Mountains of Planet Earth...

"HAAAAA!"

Nine-year-old Son Gohan stood in front of a row of trees in purple gi and a red sash, his straight arms slicing in a diagonal direction. Blue ki shot from his hands, slicing all the trees down in one go, right at the trunk. He hopped back a good distance away as they collapsed one after the other like dominos until the last one fell with a puff of grass and dirt pillowing into the air like smoke.

Once he double-checked nothing else was going to fall, he hovered over each tree one at a time, cutting up piles of logs until nothing remained but piles of wood. When he finished, he wiped a hand across his brow, a small smile rising on his dirty face.

"There." He put his hands onto his hips. "That should be enough for the next couple of weeks."

In the far distance, a voice called out: "Hey Gohan! Gohaaaan!"

Gohan turned in the direction of that voice, glancing up. He watched his uncle Raditz's form come closer and closer towards his direction, the man wearing blue gi with a red sash, similar to Vegeta's in the past. He waved to him above. "Hey! I got all the firewood!"

"I can tell!" He landed before him, grinning in a way similar to his father. "Lady ChiChi ordered me to come help you out."

"You mean she kicked you out of the kitchen."

"Nooo..."

Gohan raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest.

Raditz shuddered. "Ugh, stop that, you look—"

"—like Vegeta, I know."

"You even do that scary growl of his!"

"Yeah, yeah." He turned away, walking towards the first pile of logs. "Now hurry up, we don't wanna miss lunch or mom will be mad."