![]() Presuming to be able to speak to Lord Frieza, the emperor of the entirety of space was extremely dangerous. "Well… It is just that… Lord Frieza… You don't look too happy about landing in Planet Vegeta, Sir." Zarbon scratched the back of his head due to the itch that this discomfort caused him. "What is it, Zarbon?" Lord Frieza wondered, his face turned strict and intolerant as if this previous gleam of excitement was all just a ploy he had pulled from his box of toys. It was evident from his face that something uncomfortable was on his mind. "Very well, I will make sure to relay that to the pilots." Zarbon bowed the upper half of his body after pressing his right hand to his chest. His tale smacked around thin air like a whip of an overzealous animal tamer, delighted to be whipping the King of the jungle as if that granted this exalted status all to himself. When dipping their toes into the water, both freezing and boiling, one makes sure to do so slowly, one toe at a time." A despicable grin covered Lord Frieza's face. "Excellent… Don't be in too much of a rush to land. All is ready for your arrival same with the inspection you have requested." The elegant, green man reported. "Lord Frieza, I have come to inform you that we have received a signal from King Vegeta. A soft noise of the opening mechanical doors made the red irises of the tiny terror move more towards the right, where the reflection of the entering right-hand man of his could have been seen. ![]() His gaze was the sum of both the ire that the presence of this solitary space rock brought up from inside his tiny yet cold and hardened core and the soothing solace that his own ethereal reflection from the illuminator provided. The eyes of a tyrant glared upon a marble floating in space, a ruby covered with tendrils of white shrouds.
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