Universe 7

-----Had some computer troubles, chapters may be slowed if it keeps happening, I'll try to write a few in sequence and set days for them to be released...-----

I faded into Universe 7

It was strange just changing from one place to another. The ticket had taken me to the exact same planet I was on except that the planet It was now on was completely destroyed. With the coordinates of earth saved I located it on my map. The relative shape of the universe stayed the same but places scattered around were changed. Most of the planets I had passed previously on my map were now either inhabited by frieza force or destroyed. I was a little pissed about the result of needing to go through Frieza force space. I could definitely fight Frieza's soldiers and maybe hold my own against some of the Elites, but I didn't really want to be slowed down. After all even with a decent power level of 34k I wouldn't be able to face off against Frieza or any of the GInyu Force. Even Vegeta would be tough to fight since he had far more combat experience. Hell I honestly thought I would have gotten stronger than I currently have, but it seemed the various machine changes I made to myself along side with my Tuffle genetics made my potential in gravity training stunted. I activated the ships stealth and started my travel to earth. I would have to stop on a decent solar system for refueling. I hadn't refueled in a long time and after running the ship's training facilities for so long the engines were pretty low. I set a stop on a planet that was under frieza's control, but had no military outpost. A decent place to refuel quietly.

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The planet I stop one was relatively small, will people who were relatively small. The classic grey aliens could be a cousin to these short grey people, they were much cuter though. Like small stuffed animals you would win at a county fair. They were incredible welcoming despite my ships menacing entrance. The answer for this was found relatively quick as they called me Friezan.

"Welcome Fr-Freizan, please, please what have you visited us for!"

Many of them spoke at once some bowing and some kneeling in a motion similar to praying. At first I thought they were scared with some shook or stuttered words. Until I saw the various t-shirt and imitated Frieza gear like little cosplayers. They seemed to worship Frieza... No wonder there was no military why police a planet that worships your leaders every fiber. I decided to play along and investigate the planet a bit while I con them into some free labor.

"Hello, I am Officer Zeta. I require you to fill up the ships fuel so we can head off to Frieza's Main fleet."

They basically all began to jump with glee, the sound of free labor was beautiful. I let them calm down a bit before telling them how to do it. Once that was done and the ship locked up I began walking around. The shops were all filled with various equipment or merchandise relating to Frieza. I laughed Frieza fans could eat their hearts out. I tried to buy some of the armor they had, but they gave it to me for free since it was a while since the Frieza force graced them. The fabric was incredible stretchy and Tuffles surprisingly didn't have it. I assumed it was due to convenience the Tuffle body type doesn't change much but when dealing with a galactic empire your people will be pretty diverse. Many of the little grey aliens, named Nemlins apparently were following me around. Outside the small crowd following me a small cloaked group of them wander behind the buildings following me within the shadows. The group was clearly a bunch of Nemlins who did not like the Frieza force. I would let them come to me in time, and hopefully learn more information.

While I walked I scanned the various Nemlins. Many had illnesses, almost a large majority of them had illnesses in fact some were completely starved too. I originally wanted to scan them for a mutant or a genetic diamond among them, to store their DNA and study it. Except with how many of them were basically sick, I just felt bad. However... I did not worry, the more problems they had that I could fix, meant only negotiation power. After all as I begin to leave town more of the group that followed broke away. Until the last ones who followed me were the ones that followed at distance.