Summary: This story is a totally original Alternate Storyline which completely disregards anything which happened in canon after the battle between Goku and Frieza on Planet Namek. Frieza, who is suffering from complete amnesia, is recovered by a kind-hearted Cyber Technician and lives an entirely different life than the one he knew as a Tyrant of worlds. Meanwhile, back on Earth, King Furry summons the Human Z Fighters and with the aid of Doctor Gero, enlists them as his personal lieutenants in the Earth Defense Corps, an organization whose focus is to defend the Earth against alien and domestic threats, as well as claim the Dragon Balls as property of the Crown. This puts the Human Z Fighters and the Androids at odds with the Saiyans and the Nameks, causing a Civil War between the Z Warriors. But that is not all, as new enemies and players join this Game of Worlds, and quickly the entire Earth shall become a battlefield of untold proportions. And on the back of everybody's mind, lays a shadow ... a presence which is sleeping ... waiting ...for the right time to pounce. This is the River of Fate.
Earth Date: 766, March 17th
Location: Planet Guspar, Xandag City, in the Medical Bay of a Laboratory
Frieza, the once-upon-a-time vice president of the Planet Trade Corporation (run by his father, King Cold), which was founded on planet Pagos, slowly opened his eyes, only to close them again because of the intense light that was coming from above. He slowly re-opened them, gave his vision a few moments to adjust, then opened them wide.
''Easy, easy there, you've had quite a shocking experience, no doubt'', an elderly voice calmly assured him.
Frieza turned to the direction the voice was heard and saw a tiny creature, roughly half as tall as he was in his fourth form. Purple skin, wrinkles all over his body, narrow eyes - almost as if they were closed - and a gentle, disarming smile. He had long whiskers, almost reaching his chest and he wore some kind of scientific garb that seemed to change color at irregular intervals, creating a soothing, almost hypnotic effect.
''Where ... where am I?'' asked the Tyrant, unsure of what was transpiring. He felt calm but aware. That calmness however was quickly being replaced by uncertainty, then into stress. Into fear.
''This is the Med-Bay you were occupying for the last few weeks. I had to use strong painkillers, sedatives and tranquilizers in order to keep you asleep ... in order to ... partly undo whatever was done to your body,'' the creature explained in a comforting tone.
''My body?'' remarked the Pagosian while turning his attention away from the creature and focused on his own two hands. One was snow white with a few burns and bruises that seemed to be receding, and the other one was made of metal and wires, with dozens of blinking lights popping up now and then as if to validate their existence.
He looked puzzled as he realized he did not acknowledge either hand.
The albino alien slowly removed the sheet to expose more of his body. His lower half was completely mechanical, as was also his whip-like tail.
The tiny alien, for his part, quietly observed the Pagosian, expecting him to freak out any minute now as the majority of his body was changed into a mechanized shell and all. When he saw the Tyrant attempting to stand up, he quickly volunteered to help. Frieza instinctively motioned him to stay still; he wasn't sure why, but he felt that he didn't want to be touched. He slowly stood up, lost in his thoughts.
''There is a mirror to your left,'' the scientist offered.
The amnesiac overlord turned to his left and faced the full-body mirror. He saw a creature he did not recognize, part living, part machine. Lights blinking, machines humming ... then it suddenly hit him.
''I do not know who I am,'' he said as if faced with a riddle. ''My name, my home ... my everything''.
The scientist sighed and looked at his shoes. ''I see. I am sorry my boy, apparently this is my fault. I had to make my machines fuse with your skull, some of it was fractured, and ... well, your brain may have formatted and re-booted itself, so to speak, in order to function again''.
Frieza said nothing. He was staring at his reflection as if he was waiting for it to tell his tale, to make him remember. After a few seconds he looked down, then turned to the scientist.
''How did you find me?'' he questioned his savior, resorting to another source of information about his identity.
''Does the name Namek mean anything to you?'' the scientist inquired.
''No,'' Frieza replied without making any movement, his gaze fixed on the small creature.
''Well, Namek is ... was, the planet where I found you hovering nearby. Your body was cut in half, your left hand as well. Your head was also heavily burned on the left side. I cannot even begin to imagine how you survived. Your tail was also severed to three bits.''
''I see,'' muttered the Pagosian, now beginning to realize just how much work the creature must have put into his body in order to save him. ''Why do you refer to that ... Namek planet in the past tense?''
The scientist hesitated to answer, not sure if the Tyrant was a native or not. ''Well ... Namek, the planet, basically exploded. It was an amazing sight to behold. Terrifying, certainly ... but amazing as well. It's not every day you see a planet explode like a dying star just a few solar winds away from you. I changed the course of my ship trying to find survivors. I only found you, thanks to the small life readings you were giving out and took you inside the ship to see what I could do to save you.''
The Pagosian felt something towards the creature but he was unsure what. He gently rubbed his chin with his organic hand. ''I see,'' he commented, unable to figure out if he was supposed to say anything else. ''What is your name?'' he inquired, not sure if he was genuinely curious about his savior or if he was just making conversation.
''Hulpit,'' responded the purple runt, making two tiny steps forward and giving a small bow out of politeness. The Tyrant noticed the bow. It seemed to spark something ... a memory?
''Was it difficult?'' he finally asked the runt.
''Yes ... in a way.'' Hulpit looked at him for a few seconds, then took some kind of tobacco out of his pocket and begun making some kind of cigarette. While looking at his fingers rolling the substance, he continued, ''Surgery is my life. I ve been making cyborgs and androids for more years than I can count. I started easily enough, a few transplants here, some slight skin modifications there, but the more I worked, the more I found the need to expand my knowledge and expertise. Eventually cybergenetics was the ultimate field in creating artificial body parts for people who needed them.'' He finished making his cigarette and put it in his small mouth. He then took a small jet black egg-shaped orb out of his other pocket. He placed it near his cigarette and the side of the orb which was facing the cigarette started glowing red like ember. A faint browning noise was heard and the cigarette started giving out smoke.
''I take it your work gives you a lot of praise and success,'' Frieza hypothesized as he took a small glimpse at the mirror behind his shoulder.
Hulpit looked at Frieza for a second, then at the mirror, but didn't answer. He just blew a huff of smoke. ''You walk alright with those?'' he asked and pointed at the Pagosian's mechanical legs.
''I can feel them,'' the Pagosian replied. ''They respond to my mind perfectly but it feels ... a little different than my actual hand. As if there is a subtle jolt anytime I start to make a motion. Can't quite place it. But how can I feel them if all they are is metal?''
The tiny alien took a deep breath, slightly bit his lips, then began speaking like a professor giving a lecture in college. ''The mechanical parts are fused with your nervous system, exchanging and processing data. Most creatures' brains give out electrical signals not totally unlike data a machine receives and processes. It's all a bit technical but in the end, the facts are these: Your artificial body parts give out processing data that your brain can interpret as touch or pain, accordingly.'' Hulpit stood silent, giving time to the Tyrant to process the information. He never worked on a creature like him before, so he was unsure of how successful the operation was.
''So what now?'' the Pagosian wondered. ''What am I supposed to do? I have no memory of my home planet, whether it was Namek, or someplace else. I know not who I am, or what my life was," he bitterly concluded as he looked at the floor. ''I feel lost. I am lost.''
''My friend,'' assured him the runt while gently patting him on the back of his left mechanical knee, ''you can take all the time you need in order to find yourself. Feel free to look around our city, Xandag. Anything you see could sparkle a memory, anyone you meet could provide a clue to who you are. Namek is not a long way from here, so you might actually find individuals who will recognize you. But, for all intents and purposes, welcome to planet Guspar!''
Frieza looked at Hulpit then looked at the door. He felt like he had a huge amount of work to do and didn't know how or where to start. As if on cue, the cyber technician came a little closer to him and calmly advised him, ''Take your time,'' the Pagosian looked at the Gusparian again and gave a tiny, honest smile.
The tiny alien clapped once and rubbed his hands together. ''Well, first of all, you need a name. What would you like me to call you?'' The Tyrant gave himself pause. What *would* he name himself? He searched his mind for any memory, anything that he could remember, anything at all. Finally after a small jolt, his mind, undoubtedly using his organic brain cells, helped him conjure a figure made of shadow, his hair moving like fire, a bright sun behind him turning him into a black silhouette. The Pagosian's lips slightly parted and his voice, almost a whisper was heard.
''So ... Son ... Gok ...''
Hulpit yelled ''Songok! Perfect! It means 'Fist of the Ice' in my native language! Could it be that you grew here, in planet Guspar?''
The Overlord's train of thoughts was broken at the elder alien's voice. He looked at the scientist, then looked at the mirror again. ''Songok,'' he repeated clumsily. He walked closer to the mirror, his eyes narrowed and his voice became more confident. ''Songok,'' he smiled.
''I am Songok. Fist of the Ice. Songok.'' Suddenly a hissing sound behind the Pagosian made him turn and gazed upon an even smaller creature than Hulpit which closely resembled the Gusparian. Purple skin but with almost no wrinkles and its eyes were far more open. It was wearing some kind of hat and judging by its attire, it must have been a younger specimen.
''Granpa!'' joyfully exclaimed the tiny creature while running clumsily towards the scientist. Hulpit laughed and spread his arms to embrace the child, taking it into his arms while it literally threw itself at him.
''Ha ha ha! And how is my little pixie today?'' the elder laughed while gently rubbing the grandchild's head. The Tyrant looked at the scene while regaining his composure since the newly arrived creature was no threat. But while he saw the two aliens displaying their love for each other, he couldn't help but spare a thought about his own family. Were they alive? Dead? Searching for him? Were they good people? Bad people? His train of thought was broken when the Gusparian touched his leg and looked towards his grandchild.
''Farla,'' announced the scientist, ''this is Songok. Be nice to him, he's been through a lot.'' Farla eyed the cyborg alien from head to toe. ''Whoooa ... you are awesome! You look like Doghar the Cyber Hero of the Galaxy!'' The Pagosian raised an eyebrow and looked at Hulpit.
''Don't dwell on it too much,'' he advised the amnesiac overlord after releasing a small chuckle, ''it's a holo-movie the kids these days like to watch. You know what holo-movies are?'' Farla looked at Hulpit the second he finished his question.
''Of course he would know him, Granpa! Doghar is the best!'' the girl shouted happily, denying the Tyrant the chance to answer. Soon after Songok started to hear another sound. Metal clanging footsteps. Whatever was coming, it was no grandchild ... he wasn't sure what to make out of the new unknown creature that was approaching, but the happy look on Farla's face as well as the Cyber Technician calm demeanor made him feel less tense. Suddenly, the door opened with the same hissing sound and a towering robot entered the room. It was quite different from the Pagosian, possessing thin arms, circular joints, thick legs and a black glass cylinder for a head with a light moving inside it.
''Doctor Hulpit,'' the robot announced in a monotone voice as if straight out of a synthesizer, ''I have finished relocating the vibranium crates. Shall I prepare oganic materials for your consumption?''
''Yes, my boy,'' replied the old alien, ''that would be mighty nice of you''. The machine made a small bow, turned away and left. The Gusparian then turned to the Tyrant. ''That was Jok, my personal droid assistant. He is a bit quirky, but he is good company when my grandaughter is at school.'' Songok hesitantly nodded, then Hulpit asked him, ''You hungry?''
About an hour later, the three aliens were at a dining room with Jok circling around the table, accommodating their dining wishes. Farla was telling Hulpit about her day in school, while the Pagosian was half-listening, half-dreaming. He couldn't shake a feeling of discomfort during this whole scene.
Something about this loving family felt weird to him, alien, and not just because of race. He was feeling out of place, like he didn't belong. He was feeling alone. Suddenly, the girl addressed him. ''Hey Songok, want some fried jeer?''she chirped.
''Might as well,'' he answered and instinctively reached out his hand and motioned the plate of fried jeer to come to him. The plate gently levitated towards him and landed next to his own plate. The albino cyborg took a sharp object next to him and started slicing the jeer, when he suddenly stopped once he realized what he just did. He raised his head in surprise and looked at Hulpit and Farla who were looking at him equally shocked.
''Wait ... what did ... what did just I ... ?'' he muttered as he put down the knife. The rinkled Gusparian blinked and tried to make sense of it while the child shouted ''AWE-SOME! DO IT AGAIN, DO IT AGAIN!''
Songok looked at Hulpit. The scientist regained his composure, observed the Tyrant's hand and stood silent for a few seconds. The Pagosian kept his eyes on the old runt, awaiting for his counsel. The Gusparian finally looked at the cyborg alien and calmly asked ''Can you?''
The amnesiac overlord looked at the jeer plate again, motioned his hand for the plate to go up, but nothing happened. Hulpit's expression didn't change but Farla's grin started to frown. Songok tried to remember what he was thinking when he motioned for the plate, the instinctive urge to force the object to move against the laws of gravity. He narrowed his eyes and made the gesture again, albeit slower. The plate stood still. The child's lips parted and a sad disappointment appeared in her eyes. The Pagosian started to get angry at the plate's defiance while Farla finally broke the silence. ''C'mon, can't you do it ag-''
''I'M NOT A DAMN FREAKSHOW!'' he screamed at the child while standing up, then quickly stormed out of the diner and went into the medical bay where he sat on the bed, staring at his mechanical feet. Anger began to swell inside him. His frustration at his inability to know his past, his newfound powers ... it was too much, even if he was like this only for a few hours. He felt powerless in his ignorance and he hated ... that feeling of powerlessness.
After a few minutes Hulpit walked into the medical bay as well. He stood opposite of the Tyrant, looking at him without saying anything. The Pagosian, still looking down, thought that this little outburst of his may have been uncalled for and it might have made him outstay his welcome.
''Could you please come with me for a moment, SonGok?'' the runt calmly asked him. The albino cyborg raised his head and saw the Gusparian turning away and leaving the room. Songok got up and followed him.
The two of them walked down a corridor, bypassing the diner. The frail tiny alien stopped when they reached another room's entrance. The scientist gently put his right palm on a handprint recognition device, immediately followed by an electronic voice coming from the door. ''Wel-come. Doc-tor. Hul-Pit''. The door hissed open and both aliens walked into the room. The Tyrant was a bit overwhelmed at the amount of machinery littered about. Some parts were on tables as if they were a work in progress, while others were in a more finished state, complete exoskeletons or droids inside glass tubes, as if ready to be activated, and scores of books, open, closed, in piles or on their own were in some benches at the far end of the room.
''This is my room," the pinkish alien commented, "Anytime you wish to find me, I'll be here working. Better to try this room first before searching the whole house,'' he joked. ''Now come,'' he gently prompted the Pagosian. The Tyrant obliged, but not before noticing a large picture on the left wall. It depicted a Hulpit, a female Gusparian hugging him - his wife probably- and a taller Gusparian with a cybernetic torso. Farla was in the tall one's arms, just a baby at the time.
They walked past a few doors with the cyber technician giving a short description for each one. The kitchen, the restroom, Farla's room when she would have a sleepover in the house ... finally they reached another door, near the end of the corridor.
''Place your hand in the recognition scanner,'' the runt prompted him. The Tyrant complied and placed his fleshy palm over the scanner. ''Now say your name,'' Hulpit added, his voice this time almost a whisper.
''Songok,'' the Pagosian declared with his voice having a tone of authority. Three seconds afterwards, the machine responded.
"Son-gok. Signa-ture. Imprin-ted. En-try. Autho-rized." The door hissed open and the half-cyborg walked in, with the scientist standing in the entrance. He spent a few seconds looking around. The room was large, white and empty, save for a circular table and a bed which resembled a levitating sphere sliced in half. It was hollow inside, save for a mattress and sheets. Songok looked at the Gusparian.
''This is your room,'' the cyber technician explained matter-of-factly.
''Figures,'' the Tyrant replied cynically, ''it's the only room which doesn't say anything about the owner. It fits me perfectly''.
''You think that a room reflects the owner's history and personality?'' Hulpit inquired, as if to provoke an answer out of the Pagosian.
''Doesn't it?'' the amnesiac overlord snapped back annoyed.
''Of course it does,'' agreed the Gusparian, ''and it is your duty to start filling it. Anything that makes you happy should be brought here. Anything that you deem useful, fulfiling. Anything that pleases your mind, your body, your soul. And little by little your room will tell you who you are.''
Songok sighed and looked at the empty table.
''Well, I'll leave you to your thoughts and we'll talk later,'' Hulpit commented as he turned around to walk away.
''Why?'' the Pagosian wondered out loud, turning his gaze on the scientist. ''You save me from the brink of death, you bring me into your home, you give me my own room ... You don't know me, you don't know anything about me, and yet you ... '' the albino alien stopped once he noticed that the Gusparian was smiling.
''We'll talk later, Songok,'' the runt assured him and left the room, leaving the Tyrant to his thoughts.
The half-cyborg sat on his levitating bed, trying to make sense of his situation. ''Sooner or later, I'll remember,'' he thought to himself. ''All my past and all my memories are locked inside my head, all I have to do is concentrate and I'll find them. I don't know how long it will take but I WILL remember.''
He raised his head and saw Farla looking at him. The Pagosian didn't speak, waiting for the alien teen to announce its intentions. ''I'm going to watch holo-movies in my room. Wanna come?'' she asked a little cautiously. Songok stood motionless then looked to his right, letting a sigh.
''... All right,'' said the Gusparian teen and turned around to walk away.
''Child,'' the Tyrant remarked while still looking at the wall to his right. Farla turned around at once, waiting for him to finish his sentence. He turned his head, making eye contact with her. ''I'm not your friend,'' he coldly stated with his gaze being just as intimidating.
The girl stood still for a few seconds then lowered her gaze and left the room. Frieza kept watching the spot where the child was standing a few moments ago. A tiny part of him felt discomfort but he quickly brushed the feeling aside.
The Pagosian saw a book sitting on the table. He was about to get up and take it but he immediately repositioned himself. He reached out his fleshy hand, opened his palm and targeted the book. He concentrated, imagining the book coming to him but the book did not move. He maintained his concentration, narrowed his eyes, imagined the whole damn table moving. Nothing. Seconds became minutes.
He sighed and closed his eyes. He laid to his bed, placed his hands behind his head and looked at the ceiling.
''I will remember,'' he claimed to himself.
END OF CHAPTER 1
Well, my first chapter of my first fanfic. I hope you enjoyed reading it half as much as I enjoyed making it. Feel free to comment on the story and give me your impressions. The first chapters are going to be focused on 'the lay of the land,' but afterwards things are going to proceed quite faster.
Some things I d like to note:
1) Frieza's cybernetic implants he got from Dr Hulpit are a LOT weaker than those Frieza got from Cold in the canon. That is because Hulpit does not create artificial limbs for anything other than regular body functions and simple labor. Frieza's fleshy parts are strong, but his mechanical ones are totally able to be destroyed by a relatively strong individual (although ''relatively strong'' is kinda moot when talking Dragon Ball Z. Let's just say that they are as good as Tao Pai Pai's in the 23rd Budokai)
2) I need to stress out the fact that I do not, repeat, do NOT follow the canon closely in terms of power levels. In my universe, a Frieza Saga Yamcha would lose to a 100% Frieza, but not without inflicting some hurt on the alien. In the canon, Frieza Saga Yamcha wouldn't be able to even survive a heartbeat from the monster.
POWER LEVELS? SCREW THAT, MEET THE POWER TIERS!
While I detest power levels, that doesn't mean I have no rules, concerning the characters' strength. So I use the rule of Power Tiers, which is basically strength groups to divide the characters in terms of strength and threat level. The power tiers are the following:
In order to imagine the power difference, consider this: A Top Tier character will 99.9% defeat a Middle Tier character unless specific factors are involved (i.e. the Top Tier is heavily injured, taken by complete surprise, is incapable to defend himself, etc.), but not without the Middle Tier putting up a good show. A good example of how a Top Tier vs Middle Tier fight would go is the Tien vs Yamcha match on the 22nd Martial Arts Tournament.
Two Middle Tier characters working together will give a Top Tier a REALLY hard time, but they will most likely lose in the battle. Three Middle Tier characters may actually defeat the Top Tier character. Four Middle Tier chars and above will beat the Top Tier.
A Top Tier cannot be defeated by a Low Tier character, but he may be distracted enough by an attack so that a more powerful character can do real damage. At full strength, a Top Tier's attack can incapacitate, or even kill a Low Tier if he's unlucky enough. (Recoom vs Krillin on Namek)
A Top Tier character will mow through Weak Tier or Weakest Tier characters without any difficulty. Even if he's swarmed by them, they will most likely be blasted aside by a ki burst or something. (Vegeta vs Frieza's soldiers on Namek)
Weakest Tier is basically a character with a minimum power level in comparison to the others, yet still far more powerful than normal civilians and non combatants.
Now, two more things. First, Power Tiers are relative to each other. They work as 'ladder levels' in a way. A fight between a Top Tier character vs a Middle Tier character will likely be the same with a Low Tier character fighting a Weak Tier character, since the difference in Tier Levels for each fight is one ladder level.
Second, the Power Tiers are organized based on the majority of same-powered characters being "Middle Tier". For example, let's assume the only combatants of my story are Piccolo, Vegeta, Trunks, Goku and Frieza. All except Piccolo have all more or less the same power, thus, become the "Middle Tiers". Piccolo is a lot stronger than them, so he is labeled as "Top Tier". All of the gang, except Piccolo and Goku, decide to train. Vegeta, Trunks and Frieza reach Piccolo's power, and since they are the majority, Piccolo becomes "Middle Tier", along with the rest of them. And Goku, for not increasing his strength in relation with the others, becomes "Low Tier". Hope that explains my reasoning. Feel free to PM or include a question about this in your review!
Oh, one last thing. On the Tier table below (which will expand as the story goes), the first character in a Tier is the strongest, while the last is the weakest, by a small margin. Say, if the Top Tier was like this:
Top Tier: Vegeta, Piccolo, Goku, Gohan, Frieza, Cooler, Zarbon,
that means that Vegeta is 100% Top Tier, while Zarbon is say, 92% Top Tier. A Vegeta vs Zarbon match can still end up good for Zarbon, depending on luck, environmental advantage, good quick thinking while fighting, and excellent use of strategy.
God Tier: -
Top Tier: -
Middle Tier: -
Low Tier: -
Weak Tier: -
Weakest Tier: Songok / Frieza (4th Form, amnesiac, untrained, unskilled)
Anyway, stay tuned for ''Chapter 2 - Royalty No More''!