Son Gohan walked into a spaceship repair shop by the street.
The storefront was small, with several half-disassembled engines piled by the entrance.
Behind the counter stood a strange-looking alien. His head resembled a flattened pumpkin, with three eyes positioned at different spots across it.
"Boss, how much to refuel a spaceship?"
Son Gohan got straight to the point.
The shop owner's three eyes turned toward him at once, and he answered.
"100 Bol universal credits."
Son Gohan could not be bothered to haggle.
"Fill it up first."
The owner called for an assistant to drag out the fuel hose. The thick, flexible tube connected to the spaceship's port, and liquid fuel gurgled through the pipe.
Before long, the fuel gauge rose from the red zone back into the green, its needle steadily stopping at full.
Looking at the fully fueled spaceship, Son Gohan thought for a moment before speaking.
"I'm with the Frieza Force. There should be some kind of discount, right?"
Before he had even finished speaking, he pulled out a handful of gold coins and gold bars and piled them on the counter.
The heavy gold bars weighed down the countertop. They were worth at least several hundred Bol credits.
The owner's eyes all widened at once, and his face went pale with fright.
He frantically waved both hands, shaking his head like a rattle drum as he stammered.
"F-Frieza Force? No, no payment! I can't accept this..."
Frieza's name still carried weight in this part of the universe.
Son Gohan did not stand on ceremony. He forcibly stuffed the gold coins and bars into the owner's hands, then turned and walked out of the repair shop.
Behind him, the owner stood at a loss, unsure whether he was giving thanks or praying.
He stored the spaceship