𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 | Dragon Ball Uncover - No. 2

Chapter 1: Interception

Namek, Age 782.
Two years after the death of Son Goku and Piccolo.

Namek, with the help of the Galactic Patrol, was now a bustling kingdom, many civilisations and societies rising and political forces emerging. The swamps non existent, replaced with port cities for transporting goods via boat between islands. The Galactic Patrol even had an embassy there, as after Lemocras entered Universe 7 purely through an advanced spaceship, they upped the Galactic Patrol in manpower and intergalactic strength.

Jaco, a now Captain in the Galactic Patrol, entered a port city of Namek to oversee transport of goods, as these were extremely valuable in the universe. Native to Namek. The seven Namekian Dragon Balls were hidden amongst many Namekian supplies. Food, water, Namekian wood and ores, things that would sell for a lot. This was going to be transported from the port city into the capitol.

"Alrightio!" Jaco exclaimed as a ship began to dock at the ports, looking at his fellow Galactic Patrolmen and ship crew coming out and moving crates to land, "That's another shipment ready to head to the capitol! Let's get this loaded and quickly guys, we need to get this bad boy out by mid-day."

Though, a force of power did have other plans for this cargo. Three spaceships landed in the port, one massive one; 10 times the size of Frieza's and two medium ones, with soldiers branding 'ARF' on their armor flooding out of the ships and taking rifles out and aiming at Jaco and the Galactic Patrol, including the ship crew carrying cargo. Though, they weren't there to take hostage and take things and go. Half of the soldiers turned and unleashed hell on the citizens surrounding the area, and the other half shot the Galactic Patrol and ship.

Jaco was shot in the shoulder and fell over, laying beside the dead body of his fellow officer, "Rako..." He breathed out, staring at the body. He then activated a telecommunication device and began to contact the Namekian Embassy of the Galactic Patrol, "Back-up! This is Captain Jaco, I'm requesting urgent help! I've been shot... There's too many deceased to count..."

As Jaco spoke, a ship door began to open as he kept begging for help. He was weak, and what was his little pistol gonna do against a hundred soldiers? This was such a quick attack... he didn't even know what to do but sit and stare and just plead for someone to come over and help him assess the situation.

A tall man, seemingly one of Frieza's race, walked among the soldiers as they all stepped aside, he too had ARF branded on his armor, but his was more advanced and knight-like compared to the other soldiers, a cape flowing behind the armor to top it all off. His natural armor was matte black, the gem-like stones that Arcosians carry in their body was an ocean blue, and his skin an icy white. He wasn't a normal soldier. He had to be leading these guys...

"You're one of perseverance," The tall arcosian spoke as he kneeled down to meet the laid down Jaco, "Still surviving and going through what your cowardly Galactic Patrol told you to do; scram in fear and beg for support. It's truly funny how in the face of imminent death, you beg rather than fight,"

"Please, I don't..." Jaco spoke, his breath shaking as he did so, sending multiple distress signals all across the universe as he fumbled on a device he pulled out of his belt buckle.

The arcosian smiled, "You don't what? Want to die? Who does? But this is a high honour, you will die by the hands of King Subzre, the overlord of the Arcosia Republican Force, and King of the NEW Arcosia," Subzre spoke, stepping on Jaco's chest, "and one thing that we don't have is witnesses," He then proceeded to tear Jaco's head off, tossing it aside.

"Poor thing didn't stand a chance," He spoke calmly as he stood slowly and looked toward his men, "Unload the cargo into Alpha's ship. Tell me when you're ready to depart and I'll give the order," Subzre turned to the dead Galactic Patrolmen, "Don't get in our way, let this be a warning to you all." He then walked into his ship, the door closing behind him.

Subzre walked in his ship's corridors, everyone showing their allegiance through a salute as he walked. His henchman, a tall purple man, just shorter than Subzre himself, with many freckles, and a bodybuilder physique caught up to him from behind and walked alongside him. His name was Valberry

"Truly brutal, kapitan," Valberry spoke with a grin on his face, "That was great display of power, yes? Really struck fear in them boss."

Subzre turned his head slightly to Valberry, "You could say so. But we don't leave witnesses in this operation, Valberry. That's why we disabled air defenses before landing in, and killed all surrounding lives. The new Arcosia can't be left as a criminalistic landscape," Subzre dreamed on as he spoke on his way to his throne room, "It must be a paradise, to show what that damned tyrant could have had if he hadn't tried to exterminate every other ounce of my kind. He died whilst doing it, thankfully. That Freyzion... Thought he was a hero."

Valberry let that sink in for a moment, "Yes indeed! Your Arcosia will be a massive force that will be unstoppable. That is why we took the Namekian Dragon Balls to make them Arcosian, yes?"

"Correct. That way, we can revive King Cold, Lord Cooler, and recruit Frieza into Arcosia to make one force to be reckoned with," Subzre confided in Valberry as he finally reached his throne room, "It's been quite the chat, Valberry. Leave to your duties at once, I must speak with our Mercenary forces."

"Aye aye, kapitan!" Valberry exclaimed as he saluted, and then exited the area.

Subzre sighed and closed his door. As he did, lights turned on and he walked up to his throne. He sat down and looked at the arms on his throne. Multiple buttons, and one table in front of him, capable of displaying anything he so wished. And so, he pressed one singular button that opened a network of holographic communication. Two people stood before him. Turles the Unforgiving, and Lord Slug the Almighty. Two faces you wouldn't likely see in a situation like this.

You see, Turles and Slug had their own deal going on. Slug had been revived by cultists who worshipped his work, who he then killed. Turles was on a solo mission and used said mission to break every trace he could to the Frieza Force and Planet Vegeta. He wanted to be his own man, and Raditz spared Kakarot of the knowledge of his older brother, who was presumed dead.

"Turles, the search for Lord Frieza, how is it fairing?" Subzre asked the slightly tanned skin Turles, with the hair of Son Goku and a charming voice, with dark toned armor,

"If I can be brutally honest and perfectly candid, it's not lookin' too well," Turles said with his hand on his hip, "I'm in Frieza-259, his recently conquered planet. I've taken out every single soldier and Frieza still hasn't come out. He's likely in an entirely different part of the universe than us, building his army. Starting to doubt the worth of him in your pet project here, Subzie."

"That's King Subzre to you, Turles. And I'd like to think that the Lord Frieza, the man who wiped out Planet Vegeta with ease, would have a massive impact on Arcosia," Subzre said and rubbed his forehead. If they couldn't locate Frieza, this would be a lot harder. He gulped down his worries and looked toward Slug, "Slug? What about you, you're in the other half of the Universe, correct?"

"Yea. Thing is, ain't nothing here. I've heard sumthin' of Frieza Force chatter surroundin' Earth from the planet I'm on, sumthin' about him invadin' again," Lord Slug spoke with his somewhat readable accent, "'Pparently, he's invaded three times before. Once he was taken out by a guy with purple hair. Second by some guy called Son Goku, and the third time he left when a guy named Broly showed up and started beatin' down on 'im. That one was two years ago."

Subzre sighed, obviously frustrated with these answers. He needed Frieza to be apart of his plans. The Arcosian Forces were slowly rising to the public's attention, and they were slowly building their utopia, but Frieza could speed this up, boost their army and make sure that no one could stop them, "Fine. Thanks to you both. Turles and Slug, get back to work. Both of you unite and investigate that Earth that Slug has mentioned. Me and my army will revive Lord Cooler and King Cold, out," Subzre spoke in a demanding tone before swiping them both away and getting a call-in.

"We're ready for departure. The Namekian Dragon Balls are secure and the extra supplies needed to continue progress on Arcosia are secure." A soldier called in.

"Good work. Chart a course for Arcosia. Let's get to work, my friends. The time is nigh."