❝ Never thought I’d meet a saiyan who appears to have no lust for battle or ever surmounting strength. But then you’re not a full blooded monkey are you ? You must have inherited more earthling. I’m not sure whether or not I’d consider that a blessing. ❞
On one hand Saiyans were, in Frieza’s warped & callous opinion, a barbarian race that their parent had to tame & even then they still retained their more bestial instincts. Like a stubborn dog that was never fully house broken. On the other hand earthlings were… Disappointing to say the least. How they ever survived as a species for this long was a mystery. The truth had to be that their power levels were so unremarkable no one had ever noticed this “Earth” had existed.
Nevertheless, they remembered the smell of that disgusting planet where they would first meet King Vegeta & his “subjects”. They weren’t sure they had ever been happier to depart a planet than on that day, to cleanse that particular stench from their delicate nostrils in the sterile of space.
To be fair, Earth was considerably nicer. The Tyrant could glance around at this planet & despite its utterly underwhelming inhabitantace, feel a sense of accomplishment in the fact that they had prevented Sayians from overrunning the place with their stink in leaving so few alive. Two measly sayians would have no hope of populating this place, no matter how often they might breed. Yes, every cloud came with a silver lining as they say.
Gohan stared at the monster that had twisted and turned so much of his childhood into what it had been. This one had been the reason for the Saiyan's coming to Earth, for all of the death that ensued, and what he was forced to endure, thereafter. Without this tyrant, perhaps nothing that transpired would have happened, but those were thoughts he would rather not entertain. There was only the here and now of this situation, and that was to assess whatever it was that this creature wanted.
Could it be that Earth was in trouble, again? Most likely. Gohan wasn't sure if he was prepared to face this, but as were the usual there would be no other choice. So, he mentally prepared himself for the worst situation to play out, and braced for anything.
His gaze was hardened, as he needed to be solely focused on the enemy before him. It had been quite a while since he's last seen the likes of the tyrant, and every time felt just as stressful as the last. The half-Saiyan didn't really feel the need to respond to his comments, and hoped that his threat was clear enough in his own words.
"Frieza... You should have just stayed away from here."