The Resurrected Frieza’s Return Sparks a Father’s Plea and a Future Warrior’s Fury

The Dog King's palace trembled faintly as a massive shadow loomed overhead the Kurdish King's spaceship descending through Earth's atmosphere. In the throne room, the canine monarch leapt from his seat, floppy ears twitching in dismay. "What?! More Universe invaders?!" His voice cracked, a mix of exasperation and dread. "Are there no other planets to pillage? Why do they keep shearing this one sheep?!" His treasury was a hollow shell, drained by repeated pleas to Renkai's Shenron might. Tears welled, but none fell kings didn't weep, even desperate ones. "An IOU, maybe?" he muttered, clutching the phone, debating if his royal dignity could sway the dragon.

A report crackled through: the ship signaled negotiation, not war. Relief washed over the Dog King's face salvation without a bill. Renkai, however, felt a pang of disappointment in Western Capital. "No fight, no profit," he grumbled, picturing the Dog King's coffers spared. Still, duty called. With a flicker, he teleported to the landing site, Siru at his side a green skinned juggernaut with black spots, exuding quiet menace.

The Kurdish King stood before his craft, horned and imposing, flanked by Frieza's jittery legion remnants. Their detectors beeped wildly at Renkai's arrival, soldiers tensing as if facing a storm. The king's eyelids twitched, betraying unease. "Kurdish King," Renkai said, voice sharp and direct, "what's there to discuss?"

The king whispered into his communicator, ordering a scan from the ship's advanced detector Kikono's latest, capped at 50 million. Moments later, a deafening boom echoed, black smoke billowing from the vessel. A panicked voice squawked through: "Kurdish King, the detector exploded! Casualties everywhere!" The king's face darkened, dread seeping into his stern facade.

Renkai smirked, glancing at the smoldering ship. "Detector trouble? No need just ask. I'm at 60 million. Siru here? 500 million, normal state. Your turn my readings peg you at 100 million. Can you transform like Frieza and spike higher?"

The Kurdish King's breath caught, shock rippling through him. A standard issue detector piercing his power? Unheard of. And Siru 500 million, yet a mere subordinate? His mind raced, recalibrating. He bowed low, horns nearly scraping the dirt. "Your Excellency, forgive my rudeness," he said, voice tight with newfound respect.

Renkai waved it off, casual as ever. "Accepted. Now, why're you here?"

The king straightened, his tone measured. "My combat power's 100 million fixed. Frieza, my son, was the prodigy, surpassing me young. I'm here for him." His eyes flicked to Renkai, a father's plea beneath the steel.

"Easy enough," Renkai replied, grinning. Dead men were still cash cows. After a brisk haggle, the Kurdish King forked over a fortune in Universe currency gleaming metal rods like Granola's haul buying Frieza's resurrection. Renkai's Shenron power flared, and Frieza materialized, sleek and furious, nodding curtly to his father. A chime rang in Renkai's mind: Ding! Acquired Frieza's bloodline (inactive). Another perk of wish granting.

"That little dwarf's dead!" Frieza snarled, glaring at Renkai. "I'll be back!" His death Chiaotzu's telekinetic grip and piercing beam still burned, compounded by hell's torment: strung up, serenaded by cheerful sprites and critters. The memory of helplessness gnawed at him.

"Frieza!" the Kurdish King snapped, mortified. "Mind your tongue!" Frieza ignored him, defiance blazing. The king offered Renkai an apologetic smile. "He's young barely grown by your years. A smooth life, then a hard fall resentment's natural."

Renkai shrugged, unbothered. "Youth's fire I get it. Smooth rides breed big grudges when they crash." He'd learned Frieza's age in their chat practically a teenager, prickly and proud, his childish wish for five extra centimeters in the old tale now making sense.

"Here," Renkai said, tossing Frieza a small jar. The tyrant caught it, suspicion narrowing his eyes as he popped the lid. Senzu beans gleamed inside. "Fairy beans?!" he gasped, disbelief softening his scowl. "You're handing me these?"

The Kurdish King blinked, clueless. "Fairy beans? Valuable?"

Frieza shot him a withering look. "Heard of them in hell Earth's rarest treasure. One bean, instant recovery short of death, you're whole. Priceless!" His greed flared, clutching the jar tighter.

The king inhaled sharply, eyeing the prize. "Frieza, that's a lot share some with your old man?"

Frieza pocketed it, ignoring him. "Oh ho ho!" he laughed, turning to Renkai. "Think this'll soothe me? That dwarf's fate is sealed!"

"Not about Chiaotzu," Renkai said, grinning wider. "The universe lacks masters. I see potential, I nurture it grow fast, Frieza."

"Stupid notion!" Frieza sneered, spinning toward the ship. The Kurdish King trailed, chastened by his son's dismissal. At the hatch, Frieza paused, glancing back. "Tell Vegeta and his cronies they're fired ditched their posts. Good luck job hunting, oh ho ho!" He stepped inside, the king following, the ramp hissing shut.

Renkai chuckled, amused by the theatrics. A jar of beans for a shot at Golden or Black Gold Frieza? Worth it. Maybe he'd grant that five centimeter wish next time.

The ship's engines rumbled, preparing to lift off. Then, a flash golden hair, green eyes, a sword gleaming as Trunks erupted from nowhere. He'd tracked the auras, piecing together Frieza's return, and now charged, blade arcing toward the tyrant and his father. "You're done!" he roared, Super Saiyan aura blazing, a storm of vengeance unleashed.

Frieza whirled, tail flicking, a death beam sparking at his fingertip. The Kurdish King lunged, horns lowered, both caught off guard. Renkai watched, arms crossed, as the plain erupted sword clashing with energy, dust swirling. A future warrior, a resurrected tyrant, and a desperate father collided, Earth's fate teetering once more.

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