Deep Down, There Are Feelings

"Lord Frieza, your wish has been granted. Is there anything else I may do for you?"

The Grand Elder bowed his head toward Frieza, his tone filled with reverence.

Frieza realized that he still had to crane his neck to speak with this Namekian Grand Elder!

It was incredibly annoying!

Tapping his feet against the ground, Frieza floated into the air, positioning himself to look down at the Grand Elder.

Yes, that was much more comfortable!

"Your Namekian race seems to possess many magical arts. Can these spells be learned by others?"

Frieza was thinking of Dende's Healing Technique.

As for creating Dragon Balls, he had no interest; the creator of the Dragon Balls could not make wishes, and since they were not Super Dragon Balls, they were of little use to him.

"The magic of our Namekian race arises only after awakening our bloodline. Whether it can be learned by an outsider is something we have truly never attempted!"

Seeing the anger brewing in Frieza's triangular eyes, the Grand Elder hurriedly added more.

"Please calm your anger, Lord Frieza. You may certainly attempt to learn them. I believe that with your unparalleled aptitude, mastering these spells will not be difficult at all!"

Beads of sweat the size of beans hung from the Grand Elder's forehead; he feared that if Frieza grew angry and decided to turn their planet into fireworks, his entire race would be wiped out.

"Oh, ho ho ho! Tell me about your magic so I may choose!"

Hearing Frieza's words, the Grand Elder dared not delay and quickly listed several types of magic.

"Scouter Technique, Healing Technique, Body Extension Technique, Potential Unleash, Egg Laying Technique, Spatial Storage..."

When Frieza heard "Egg Laying Technique," he imagined an egg being pushed out of a narrow throat, covered in slime, and felt disgusted to the core.

"The Healing Technique and Spatial Storage. Just those two."

Frieza thought for a moment; although the Body Extension Technique was also quite gross, it seemed useful, so he added it to the list.

There was also the Scouter Technique, which could actually check combat power—that was quite practical.

"Blue, Cassis, Aruk, Bichi, you are responsible for teaching these four skills to Lord Frieza!"

"Lord Frieza, these four are the individuals who utilize these four skills the best!"

Looking at the four identical-looking individuals, Frieza wondered how they even distinguished one another. Were the lines on their bodies different?

One day later!

Blue and the other three lay in four large craters. If not for the fact that they were still breathing, no one would have thought they were alive.

It was not that Frieza had failed to learn the skills; on the contrary, he had mastered them all, and was far more proficient and powerful than the Namekians themselves!

What angered Frieza was that the Healing Technique could only be used on others and was useless on himself!

The range of his Spatial Storage was only two cubic meters!

He hadn't bothered to test the Body Extension Technique; he had no hobby of self-mutilation!

But he imagined it wouldn't be much better.

He had wasted an entire day learning useless skills.

Then again, that wasn't entirely true—at least he now had a place to store the clone created by the Dragon Balls, and the Scouter Technique was indeed useful.

It was worth mentioning that this clone only possessed Frieza's appearance; it had none of the Frost Demon race's natural talents, nor did it have a shred of combat power!

At this, Frieza was so angry he nearly shattered his own teeth!

Even the Namekian Dragon was this unreliable; one could only imagine what the Dragon on Earth was like.

Frieza truly wanted to go find the Super Dragon Balls, but the difficulty seemed a bit high, as he would have to travel all the way to Universe 6.

And despite Frieza having a combat power of 120 million, in reality, he was still a piece of trash. At the very least, there was a long line of people in the Grand Kai Planet who could abuse him!

Don't let the Supreme Kai Shin's mediocre record fool you; he still had a combat power of 800 million!

As for Dragon Ball Super, the power levels were measured in trillions—enough to scare Dodoria to death!

If one were to ask what Frieza wanted to wish for from the Super Shenron now?

Was he supposed to tell others that he simply needed a gender?

His requirements weren't high; either male or female would do!

Inside the Grand Elder's room!

"Grand Elder, are you certain Frieza won't kill us?"

A person who looked almost exactly like Piccolo questioned the Grand Elder.

The Grand Elder's eyes became very profound, his gaze seemingly seeing into the distant past and future.

"I do not think so. Lord Frieza did not destroy Planet Yardrat; he seems to have become different from before."

"From the depths of his heart, I can feel human emotions!"

As if to verify the Grand Elder's words, Frieza used Instant Transmission to return to the Ice Planet.

He had locked onto a machine capable of emitting a special energy—a device he had placed on the Ice Planet back then to test the Instant Transmission skill.

BANG!

With a single punch that blasted a massive hole into the ground, Frieza jumped inside without a moment's hesitation.

This time, he was not here to train himself, but to deposit that clone.

Utilizing the principles of asexual reproduction, Frieza placed one of his cells into the clone, allowing it to absorb the cell with the help of the extreme, frigid environment.

Whether or not this would ultimately result in a puppet clone that obeyed his every command, he wasn't entirely certain, but at the very least, it was an attempt.

"Ohohoho, do not let me down, Frieza II!"

Once those words were spoken, Frieza's figure vanished from the space, leaving behind only the frozen Frieza II.

Dodoria had been quite distressed lately; he felt as though he had been abandoned by King Frieza!

As the number one lackey, his combat power was nowhere near sufficient to control the Frieza Force, so he had been forced to stay obediently at Frieza's Main Base recently.

SWISH!

Frieza suddenly appeared beside Dodoria, which nearly brought the sullen Dodoria to tears of joy.

"King Frieza!"

"Ohohoho, Mr. Dodoria, you seem quite pleasantly surprised!"

After saying this casually, Frieza sat down upon his throne.

"Set course for Planet Metamor!"

"Yes, King Frieza!"

In that moment, Dodoria felt his entire being come back to life; he could finally act like a dog relying on his master's power again!

No, that's not right—he was a fox borrowing the tiger's might!

It seemed there wasn't a single good phrase for it!

"Where is Vegeta right now?"

Frieza held a glass of red wine, taking a blissful sip.

The taste was actually not bad.

Dodoria immediately tapped a few keys on the console, and an image instantly appeared on the screen.

It was none other than Vegeta sitting inside his spherical space pod, remaining in sleep mode.

It appeared that Vegeta was still flying through space.

Well, that made sense; only a few days had passed, and in the original story, Vegeta had flown for an entire year!

Frieza had no intention of finishing off Vegeta or Son Goku just yet; if he were to lose those two, what would be the point of him transmigrating into the Dragon Ball World?

"Ohohoho! I am very much looking forward to your growth, Vegeta!"

Dodoria: This is the key point, must circle it—it will be on the test!

As the undisputed Emperor of the Universe, Frieza's ship was naturally the fastest and most comfortable one available, and it took only three months to arrive at Planet Metamor.

If he hadn't been unsure which ki belonged to Planet Metamor, Frieza wouldn't have needed to spend so much time on a ship at all!

"Return to headquarters and stand by!"

Hearing those words once again, Dodoria's heart immediately sank halfway to his feet.

However, he dared not raise the slightest objection, and he respectfully departed in the ship.

As for why Frieza no longer needed the space ship, he wouldn't dream of asking—unless he had no desire to keep living!