Paragus Meets King Frieza—Renkai’s Android Ambitions Collide with Frieza’s Cosmic Ascendancy

Deep within Dr. Gero's secret lab, shadows danced across humming machinery as Renkai's Trunks clone sharp jawed and poised stepped into view. "Renkai, a new clone?" Dr. Gero rasped, a grin splitting his wrinkled face. "Handsome lad Trunks, isn't it?"

"Spot on," Renkai replied through the clone, voice smooth. "You remember the magic creations we talked about?"

Gero's eyes gleamed, gears turning. "Finally bringing me those samples?" Disappointment flickered as Renkai shook his head, producing an aqua blue carrot instead. "Forgot 'til you mentioned it. Here's BoJack a cosmic brute, packed with power."

Gero took it, twirling the carrot with mild disinterest. "Another Cell project? Been there." His tone sagged Cell's evolution was old news.

"No," Renkai said, leaning in. "Turn BoJack into a cyborg absorption type, not eternal energy." His grin widened, a spark of whimsy belying the order's weight.

Gero blinked, curious. "You've scoffed at cyborgs before why the shift?"

Renkai laughed, a low rumble. "Sudden itch. Look at him big, brawny, a waste not to suck up some juice, right?" Gero smirked, signaling Android 19. The chubby bot waddled over, hoisting BoJack restored via rabbit cell reversal, now comatose under Renkai's control into a gleaming pod.

"Why not eternal energy, like 16?" Gero pressed, adjusting dials. "Absorption's outdated."

Android 19 huffed, round face scrunching. "Doc, absorption models hold their own! Renkai's got taste!" Gero's cheek twitched 19's sass a rare thorn in his side.

Renkai nodded to 19, amused. "BoJack's raw power tops your latest furnace absorption's the fit." Gero grunted, unconvinced but outmatched. His Android 16 peaked below a billion; BoJack's 4 billion demanded more.

"The furnace can improve," Gero muttered, pride stung.

"Sure it can," Renkai said, patronizing grin intact. Task assigned months of work ahead for Gero he recalled the clone, leaving the lab to its whirring silence.

Days blurred into routine at Capsule Corp until a chime pierced Renkai's reverie: "Ding! Parallel spacetime seven Dragon Ball projections gathered, summoning master." Tangled in sheets with Bulma, he groaned, pulling on pants. "Wife, I'm off again. Hold the fort."

Bulma nestled deeper into the quilt, sated and soft. "Got it, husband be safe." Golden light flared, and he vanished.

A frigid world materialized Frieza's ancestral planet, ice crusted and desolate. After crushing Cooler, Frieza had retreated here, training in subzero hell for over a year. Now, perched on his throne, he cackled, tail flicking. "Oh ho ho! Invincible at last the true emperor!" His new form surged, power dwarfing the Super Saiyan mimicry Renkai once gifted him via Goku's clone. Frieza: 5 billion (enhanced). The universe quaked at his whims.

Ginyu knelt before him, purple skin gleaming. "Congratulations, King Frieza your might is unmatched!" Once a Namek savior, he'd risen to command Frieza's legion, loyalty unyielding.

"Rise, Commander," Frieza purred, sipping red wine from a crystal goblet. "Cooler's territory how's the takeover?"

Ginyu straightened, chest puffed. "King Cooler's defeat left his forces rudderless. We've crushed them soon, all their domains will bow to Frieza's Legion!" Confidence rang in his voice, a conqueror's pride.

"Well done," Frieza said, approval glinting in his crimson eyes. "You've managed splendidly while I honed my edge."

Ginyu hesitated, then bowed deeper. "King Frieza, I'm unfit for commander in chief. Let me step down rejoin Likum and the others, rebuild the Ginyu Force! I've got a new dance to celebrate your triumph over Cooler!" His eyes sparkled, nostalgia clashing with duty.

Frieza choked mid sip, wine splattering. Memories of the Ginyu Force's garish routines flashed shudders masked as a cough. "Nonsense, Ginyu you're perfect where you are! Likum and the rest bled for me on Namek; they'll get their due. I'll rebuild the Force with fresh blood leave it to me!" His laugh rang hollow, desperate to dodge another performance.

Ginyu's face fell. "Then… thanks on their behalf, King." Disappointment lingered, but he obeyed.

Years unfurled Frieza's Legion swept through Cooler's remnants, a juggernaut claiming stars. Invincible, they edged toward universal dominion until a battered spaceship pierced the icy atmosphere, landing at headquarters. An old Saiyan stepped out, gray hair wild, armor scarred. "I am Paragus," he declared, eyes locking on Frieza's throne. "I seek the Emperor."

Tension rippled through the chamber Saiyan and Frieza, ancient foes meeting anew.

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