Female Goku x Vegeta

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a/n- So we are continuing! This is gonna be a shorter chapter, I hope you enjoy it! 

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In the deep vast darkness of space, an ovular spaceship silently orbited just south of the North Galaxy. The colossal vessel, dark and foreboding against the cosmic canvas, seemed to cast an ominous shadow across the celestial expanse. In its main room, where the air was heavy with anticipation, a large screen flickered to life.

The screen displayed the latest events of the tournament, showcasing the intense battle between Goka and Piccolo Jr. The visuals played out in a surreal dance of energy and power, the destructive clash between the two fighters echoing through the void of space. On the ship, a figure stood, observing the unfolding events with a sinister interest.

A guttural grunt, accompanied by the distinct whip of a lizard tail, resounded through the room. The source of the sound, Frieza, the tyrannical emperor of the universe, loomed over the display. His eyes, narrowed with a mixture of disdain and intrigue, fixated on the screen.

In his high-pitched voice, Frieza's icy words cut through the silence, "Daddy, I want her dead! The mockery that monkey made of me! I shall have her head on a stick."

King Cold, Frieza's imposing father, stood beside him, his imposing figure radiating a cold, calculated demeanor. "Calm down, Princess," he responded, his voice smooth and measured. "Your justice will come in due time."

"I want to deal with it now," Frieza lashed out, the intensity of his desire evident in every word.

King Cold, unyielding, maintained his composure. "I've sent your brother to deal with it. If he succeeds, he'll bring her back, and you can have her head for your wall."

Frieza grunted in frustration, the vision of Goka's decapitated head flashing in his mind. The prospect seemed to bring a sinister satisfaction to the tyrant. "Hmm, I guess I can't wait for that idiot."

The silence that followed the exchange between Frieza and King Cold resonated like a distant omen. It was as if the cosmos itself held its breath, anticipating the unfolding of a malevolent plan.

As the spaceship continued its silent orbit in the vastness of space, a shiver of unease pervaded the atmosphere. The air within the room seemed to thicken with an impending sense of doom. Frieza, however, remained fixated on the screen, his eyes ablaze with a desire for vengeance.

Almost within a second, he shut his eyes unable to watch any further.

He spun around and stalked out of the room. Headed through the spaceship's darkened corridors, the echoes of Frieza's steps reverberated. He moved with a predatory grace, his mind consumed by thoughts of revenge. The ominous aura surrounding him seemed to seep into every corner of the vessel, creating an unsettling ambiance.

As Frieza navigated through the ship, his mind wandered into a twisted realm of imagination. He envisioned Goka's defeat, her pleas for mercy, and the triumphant moment when her head would adorn his collection. The cruel satisfaction in his heart painted a cruel smile on his lavender face.

The spaceship, with its cargo of malevolence, moved onward, its destination unknown, its purpose shrouded in darkness. And within it, Frieza's thirst for revenge burned like a malevolent flame, casting a long, eerie shadow across the cosmic tapestry.

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Meanwhile, in another corner of the cosmos, a different spaceship cut through the void of space. This vessel, sleek and adorned with the signature aesthetic of the Cold family, was under the command of Cooler, Frieza's older brother. Accompanying Cooler on this journey were his three formidable henchmen – Salza, Neiz, and Doore.

Cooler, with his signature calm demeanor, stood at the helm of the ship, his eyes fixed on the destination: Earth. The atmosphere inside the ship was heavy with purpose as the screen displayed the events of the tournament.

The silhouette of Cooler, outlined against the backdrop of swirling galaxies, radiated an air of calculated determination. He, too, had his reasons for seeking Goka – a desire to uphold the family's reputation and, perhaps, a chance to outshine his younger brother, Frieza.

As the ship sailed into the North Galaxy, heading towards Earth, Salza, Neiz, and Doore, the loyal henchmen, waited at attention. Cooler's deep, resonant voice echoed through the chamber. "Prepare for arrival. Goka will pay for her insolence, and she will return with us."

Salza, a tall and elegant fighter with blinding speed, nodded in agreement. "Of course, Lord Cooler. We are ready to enforce your will."

Neiz, with his unique yellow eyes and pointy ears, chimed in, "Goka won't stand a chance against us."

Doore, the tall brute of the trio, flexed his green muscles, a menacing grin on his face. "She's going down hard, Lord Cooler."

Cooler, his gaze unwavering, contemplated the impending confrontation. "Frieza has his own business with Goka, but I will not let the family name be tarnished. We will retrieve her, and she will face the consequences of her actions."

As the spaceship continued its journey towards Earth, the trio of henchmen prepared for the inevitable showdown. The screen displayed glimpses of Goka's battles against Piccolo Jr. and the aftermath of the explosive clash that had transformed the tournament grounds.

Cooler, watching the events unfold, couldn't help but acknowledge Goka's strength. "She has grown stronger," he mused, a flicker of intrigue in his eyes. "But strength alone will not save her from the Cold family."