Age 764, the Northern Wastelands...
At the Northern Wastelands, Frieza and King Cold are now stepping outside of the ship, investigating their surroundings. A large contingent of Frieza Force Soldiers, led by Namole, follow their monarchs out. Frieza is barking orders towards his troops. Frieza inspects the place in which they landed, seeming annoyed with how this seems to be very different from the beautiful planet they viewed from space.
King Cold: Well, my son... is this what you were expecting?
Frieza: Hmph. Such a barren place... I had expected an engaging paradise, not an uninteresting wasteland. Yet it was possibly mere chance that we landed in such a dull place?
King Cold: ...
Frieza is much angrier than usual. He's always been hot-headed, but this is different.
King Cold: Perhaps you are in inner turmoil, son? Perhaps you require a moment to collect your thoughts before blindly raging at the first thing you lay your eyes upon...?
Frieza: No, no... no, I am most certainly well, Father... in fact, I am borderline ecstatic about this entire scenario. Our Saiyan quarry has no grasp on what he unleashed when he chose to oppose me. As of today, he will witness the enslavement - and should it be brought to it, genocide - of the planet he so sickeningly felt affection for as his home.
He turns to his troops and begins to bark orders at them... unaware of the Z Fighters sitting on the cliff above and out of sight. Gohan, Krillin, Yamcha, Tien, Chiaotzu, Piccolo, Vegeta, and Bulma are looking on with apprehension.
Vegeta: Damn it...
Piccolo: So that's Frieza's father, huh?
Vegeta: Yes. King Cold is a much more powerful adversary. He and Frieza basically used us and our planet as a means to an end. Of course, Frieza saw the potential and he got scared of us. Now that he's here, however, and since no Kakarot, I can finally owe him his due.
Krillin: Eh, yeah. We all know how that turned out when we were on Namek.
Vegeta glares at Krillin, feeling insulted by the monk's words.
Vegeta: You weren't any better weakling.
Krillin: Says the guy who thought he could go Super Saiyan. And who did that happen to again?
Yamcha: Well, that doesn't matter now. Goku not being here isn't right. But, we're the only ones this planet has. Time to make it worth it.
Vegeta: Hmph. And what can "you" do. Fool.
Yamcha: Says the arrogant fool. But no time for a squabble. Are we doing this shit or what?
While the Z Fighters argue amongst each other, Bulma seems less fearful and argumentative while looking down at the congregation of soldiers. She thinks it would be really cool to me the Emperor of the Universe. And by extent... maybe convince them to leave? Bulma is looking stunning today, by the way. While her afro is quite a unique look for her, her red, striped dress and matching lipstick makes her look ready for a night on the town as a single woman. Of course, she's by no means single because of Yamcha, but she looks like that lifestyle would fit her better, given her reputation. Bulma's curves are not hidden by her dress, of course. And her legs are in full view. Not to mention she's only wearing sneakers, which is a surprisingly good look for her.
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Bulma's Retribution.
FanfictionThe Z-Fighters have caught on to Frieza's arrival to Earth, and with him, his very own father, King Cold. They look to stop them, but what happens when Cold and Frieza get their hands on a certain blue-haired genius? One-Shot requested by my good fr...