š„ With their course set, the ship ascendedāleaving Sadala behind. š„
Raziel.
Caulifla.
And Frieza.
A new chapter had begun.
But what awaited them next?
Only time would tell.
Inside Frieza's Throne Room ā A Sinister Curiosity
The three stood together, watching as Sadala faded into the distance.
Caulifla pressed her hand against the cold glass, eyes narrowed.
Her home.
Her people.
They were getting farther and farther away.
Thenā
š¹ Raziel:"Come on, girlā¦ Don't worryā¦ I'm sure Lord Frieza will bring us back soon."
Caulifla sighed, then nodded.
She turned and stood beside Raziel.
But thenā
š„ HO HO HO HO~! š„
A sinister laugh echoed through the chamber.
Chills ran down their spines.
Their instincts screamed.
And thenā
š¹ Frieza:"Ho ho hoā¦ Dear Razielā¦ What else do you have hidden?~"
His golden gaze gleamed with amusement.
š¹ Frieza:"You are a real box of surprises, you know?~"
Raziel hesitated.
š¹ Raziel:"Iā¦ I guess?"
Frieza leaned forward.
š¹ Frieza:"Tell meā¦ How do you enter that void of yours? Show me."
A tense pause.
Raziel hesitated again.
Thenā
He nodded.
š„ WHOOSH! š„
His left hand roseā
A glitching portal spiraled open before them.
And thenā
He stepped inside.
Frieza followed.
Caulifla followed.
And thenā
Darkness.
Pure.
Unfiltered.
Darkness.
The Void Realm ā Raziel's Home
At firstā
Nothing.
But thenā
Shapes.
Colors.
A place took form.
A house.
They stood in a wide dining room.
A large wooden table sat at the center, surrounded by chairs.
Across from themā
A wide open frame leading into a kitchen.
To the leftā
A living room, complete with a sofa, a tiny table, and a television resting atop a small stand.
Above themā
An open view of the second floorāa hallway stretching across, leading to a single closed door.
To the rightā
A mysterious door.
š¹ Raziel:"Wellā¦ This is my house. Cozyā¦ simpleā¦ and nostalgic."
Frieza's tail swayed slowly.
š¹ Frieza:"Ho ho hoā¦ So delightful~ā¦ And what is behind this door, dear Raziel?"
Raziel glanced at it.
š¹ Raziel:"That leads to the lab, the spa, and the sauna."
š„ WHOOSH! š„
Frieza stepped forward and opened the door.
His eyes widened.
A path stretched before himā
Leading into a massive high-tech laboratory.
Gamma-energy screens.
Advanced machinery.
A towering supercomputer with over twenty glowing monitors.
It was beyond modern.
It was beyond comprehension.
And for the first time in a long timeā¦
Frieza was at a loss for words.
š¹ Raziel:"Wellā¦ Lord Friezaā¦ I know you may want to stay, butā¦ I think you are needed back on the spaceship."
Frieza blinked.
His thoughts snapped back into place.
And thenā
š„ HO HO HO HO~! š„
A chilling laugh.
He turned.
And with a smirkā
š„ WHOOSH! š„
He stepped back through the portal.
Raziel's Gym ā A Saiyan's Playground
As Frieza vanished back to realityā¦
A teasing voice spoke.
š¹ Caulifla:"Alright, faker! Show me your gym!"
Raziel sighed, smirking.
š¹ Raziel:"Alright, alright. Follow me."
š„ WHOOSH! š„
He led her through another doorā
And thenā
The massive training room unfolded before them.
Every machine imaginable.
Weights.
Battle dummies.
Advanced tech.
And along the wallsā
Posters.
Depressing ones.
Dark messages.
A constant reminder of suffering.
A way to train both body and soul.
š¹ Raziel:"The gym is personally equipped for me, butā¦ I can adjust it for you if you want."
His eyes flicked to the posters.
š¹ Raziel:"Andā¦ don't mind those. They're just there to break me down. So I can train my soul and my determination while training my body. Butā¦ I was too lazy most of the time."
š„ THWACK! š„
A punch to his right shoulder.
š¹ Caulifla:"Tchāfaker! You got some real guts building all this!"
She grinned wickedly.
š¹ Caulifla:"But now I ain't leaving! And I'm forcing you to train with me in even more ways now! Training and fighting together!"
Raziel chuckled, shaking his head.
š¹ Raziel:"Hehā¦ I guess I have no excuses now."
š„ A new training ground was being built. š„
A Saiyan warrior, shaping her battlefield.
A mysterious entity, learning the way of power.
And in the shadowsā
A tyrant, plotting the future.
What will come from this alliance?
Only time will tell.
Caulifla's Disappointment ā The Gym Was Too Easy
Caulifla grinned, stepping up to the first machine.
It looked advancedāheavy-duty, meant to push warriors to their limit.
But thenā
š„ WHOOSH! š„
She grabbed the handles.
Pushed.
Andā
Nothing.
No resistance.
No strain.
She raised a brow, confused.
Thenā
š„ WHOOSH! š„
She lifted the entire machineāone-handed.
š¹ Caulifla:"What the hell, faker? This is WAY too easy!"
She turned to Raziel, completely unimpressed.
š¹ Raziel:"Ohā¦ right."
His expression darkened slightly.
š¹ Raziel:"I forgot to mentionā¦ It was personally prepared for meā¦ but when I used to not be a Saiyan."
Caulifla sighed, rubbing her temple.
š¹ Caulifla:"Figures. Alright, listen up, faker. We're gonna fix this."
š„ WHOOSH! š„
Raziel raised both hands, preparing to create.
š¹ Raziel:"Alright. You tell me, and I'll make it happen."
Designing the Ultimate Saiyan Gym ā Caulifla Takes Control
Caulifla cracked her knuckles.
Her Saiyan blood burned with excitement.
š¹ Caulifla:"First things firstāthese weights? They're a joke. Make 'em WAY heavier!"
š„ WHOOSH! š„
Raziel swiped his handsā
The old weights flickered out of existence.
Thenā
š„ BZZZT! š„
New ones materialized.
She grabbed them.
Lifted.
Andā
Still too light.
š¹ Caulifla:"Tch! More! A LOT more!"
š„ WHOOSH! š„
Raziel erased them again.
š„ BZZZT! š„
New weights appearedāmassively increased.
Caulifla grinned.
She tested them.
And finallyā
š„ WHAM! š„
The strain hit.
She felt the burn.
š¹ Caulifla:"Now we're talking!"
Fine-Tuning the Gym ā Saiyan Style
š¹ Caulifla:"Alright, now the machinesāthey need to push to MAX. No half-assed resistance!"
š„ WHOOSH! š„
Raziel erased the old ones.
š„ BZZZT! š„
New ones materializedādesigned for extreme endurance.
She tested them.
Andā
š„ WHIRRR! š„
They fought back.
Perfect.
š¹ Caulifla:"Nextāthe gravity! Can you crank it up in here?"
Raziel hesitated.
š¹ Raziel:"ā¦I think so."
š„ WHOOSH! š„
A pulse of energy rippled through the gym.
š„ BZZZT! š„
The air felt heavier.
Caulifla grinned, stretching.
š¹ Caulifla:"Oh yeahā¦ NOW we're getting somewhere."
š¹ Caulifla:"Last thingāthe sparring area. We need a space that WON'T break after every punch!"
š„ WHOOSH! š„
The floor shiftedātransforming into an indestructible battle arena.
Caulifla crossed her arms, smirking.
š¹ Caulifla:"Hell yeah! Now THIS is a real Saiyan training ground!"
Raziel lowered his hands, exhaling.
š¹ Raziel:"I thinkā¦ we're done?"
Caulifla grinned, slapping his shoulder.
š¹ Caulifla:"Damn right, faker! Now we TRAIN!"
š„ WHOOSH! š„
She charged toward the nearest machine.
Meanwhileā¦ In Frieza's Throne Room ā A Tyrant's Mind at Work
Far from the gymā
Frieza sat on his throne.
The ship moved silently through the void of space.
And yetā
His mind was racing.
Frieza's Thoughts ā A Universe of Opportunities
So much.
So many possibilities.
So many cards now in play.
Raziel.
Caulifla.
Sadala.
The Namekian Dragon Balls.
A wealth of opportunitiesāeach one feeding into the next.
Raziel ā A Living Weapon
Raziel was beyond expectations.
He wasn't just powerful.
He was unpredictable.
A being who had no limits.
And nowā
He was learning.
Training.
Becoming more.
Frieza's golden eyes glowed.
š¹ Frieza (thinking):"Ho ho hoā¦ My dear Razielā¦ You are becoming quite the masterpiece~."
But there was still one issue.
Raziel's loyalty.
Yesā
He was obedient.
Yesā
He trusted Frieza.
Butā
That could change.
He needed to be controlled.
Not by forceā
But by influence.
Frieza smirked.
š¹ Frieza (thinking):"You already call me 'Lord Frieza'ā¦ now I just need to make sure you never question it~."
Caulifla ā A Wild Card
Caulifla was unexpected.
A prideful, rebellious Saiyan.
One that Frieza would normally despise.
And yetā
She was useful.
She was driving Raziel's growth.
Pushing him.
Challenging him.
She could be a tool.
Butā
She could also be a problem.
Her Saiyan pride was dangerous.
Frieza tapped his fingers against his throne.
š¹ Frieza (thinking):"If she becomes troublesomeā¦ I may need to remove her~."
The Namekian Dragon Balls ā The Ultimate Goal
And thenā
There was Namek.
The Dragon Balls.
Frieza's ultimate prize.
He had three wishes.
Three opportunities to shape reality.
But what to wish for?
Power?
Immortality?
Control?
He smirked.
There was only one choice.
š¹ Frieza (thinking):"I will become the TRUE Emperor of the Multiverse~."
A Tyrant's Vision ā The Ultimate Plan
Frieza's mind raced, connecting every thread.
š¹ Step One: Strengthen Razielāpush his power beyond limits.
š¹ Step Two: Control himānot by force, but by loyalty and manipulation.
š¹ Step Three: Use Cauliflaāshe is useful now, but can be discarded later.
š¹ Step Four: Reach Namekāsecure the Dragon Balls before anyone else.
š¹ Step Five: Ascendābecome a being above all.
He grinned, tail flicking.
š¹ Frieza (thinking):"Everything is falling into place~."