INTERLUDE 2: FREIZA

Now when the entities were one with the Great Creator that is before the incident with Za’ani  and Arivea  there was a feeling of great prosperity and happiness amongst the galaxies. Beings of every type and race lived together in peaceful harmony. Each entity with its unique power and strength was given a choice of places to rule over or create.

One of these entities however was not content with its lot. They were regarded as the Da’ni na a’ru ,  the cold ones. The Great Creator was not responsible for every single entity he had created and so the Da’ni’s  were left to their devices. These entities created a world for themselves far removed from the comfort and warmth of the others. It was believed that any one who dared approach that side of the galaxy was sure to become a memory.

The Da’ni  were reptilian like entities. Lizards, as you would call them. Changelings with the ability to morph into beings of incredible horror, all the while increasing their enormous strength. Word of their increased powers got to the ears of the Great Creator and being the benevolent One that he was, he gave them a chance to return to the warm folds of the others. Needless to say, the Da’ni  refused, insisting that they be allowed to occupy more planets and to gather more strength.

This angered the Great Creator to no end and in a fit of great anger; he locked away the Da’ni  in the desolate place, called the Wastelands. N’ehi , it was not as bad as the Great Void, but it was close.

 Patience, my friend, I see you want to know what happened to them, ne? Well, unbeknownst to the Great Creator, the leader of the entities that controlled the Da’ni , the malicious King Cold, had stolen from the Great Palace, the Golden Rod. Ahi , this Rod was the key to controlling all the other entities and their planets.

So whilst the others were plotting and destroying the beautiful planet of Vegetasei, King Cold and his troops were busy getting ready for the most gruesome purgings ever witnessed in history. As Vegetasei crumbled, King Cold and his offsprings, Cooler and Frieza (who is our main concern, by the way), set about raiding and purging the weaker planets. The Great Creator heard of the news and of course he could do nothing about it. His Golden Rod had been stolen and without it, He was completely powerless.

They were ruthless, merciless and without fear. They destroyed, conquered and ruled over planets that they had no right having. They became the most feared creatures in all of the galaxies and planets trembled at their names. Alas, the powerful King Cold was yet to conquer the one planet he longed for. Vegetasei. Perhaps it was because Za’ani  was still alive (although in the hands of death, for at this time he was locked away in his castle), or that there was something about the Saiyans that worried him, he couldn’t be sure. But he was determined to control that beautiful planet for himself and so he sent his younger son, Frieza to complete the job.

Unlike his father, Frieza was shrewd and quick on his heels. Small as he was, the changeling had the power of an entire Saiyan army or more. He had no time to waste and he made his intentions well known. Frieza prided himself in being able to know every secret of every planet that he planned to possess and destroy. His passion for destroying Vegetasei had now become an obsession in the lizard’s mind. He loathed and yet longed for this fiery race and by the entities of Da’ni, he was determined to defeat the ‘monkeys’ at all costs.

But for now, the changeling will bide his time, for he knows of the great unrest in that powerful planet. He will watch as they self-destructed. He would wait, as they became shadows of their former selves, for it was all a matter of time really, before he finally claimed the dying planet for himself