Revived Frieza

"Whoever has gathered all seven Dragon Balls, state your wishes. You may have only three!" After the burly Shenron Porunga appeared, its enormous head looked down at the people below. Its resounding voice echoed through the sky, so thunderous it hurt their eardrums and nearly deafened them.

Three wishes?

Sorbet froze for a moment, then said in delight, "First wish: please revive Lord Frieza!" As soon as Sorbet finished speaking, his words were quickly translated by a computer into the Namekian language and transmitted.

The enhanced Namekian Dragon Balls could directly revive someone who had been dead for many years without first restoring their body. Thus, after Sorbet made his wish, scattered chunks of flesh fell from the sky. They fused together, quickly forming a small, slender figure with a snow-white body.

The figure stood to one side, moving its limbs in disbelief. A cold, evil aura radiated from its entire body.

"I... I've actually been revived..."

Frieza opened and closed his hands in disbelief. One second ago, he had still been in that revolting Hell; the next, he had been resurrected. This feeling of being filled with power was completely unlike the emptiness of Hell.

"Hahaha, I've actually been revived!!"

Frieza laughed wildly, then twisted his neck. His bones immediately let out a series of crisp crack-crack sounds.

"Lord Frieza, I was the one who revived you." Sorbet hurried forward.

"You are?" Frieza's crimson eyes looked at Sorbet. His cold gaze held not the slightest trace of emotion; its bleak chill seemed capable of freezing even one's soul with a single extra glance.

Sorbet hurriedly explained, "I am Sorbet, one of the members of the Frieza Force back then. After the Force fell apart, I led a small number of men to guard Your Majesty's territory. However, due to