"What do you mean she isn't well!?" The Priest of the Order of the Goddess Cassandra looked aghast as he gathered up the hem of his robes so he could hurry to keep up with Yog's long strides.  "I don't get it, you all came back  after she went off on a venture, and then suddenly she seems as if she just went toe to toe with the Great Lord Grendel! Just what did you all see in that forest that was enough to drive our beautiful lady goddess to tears!?"

"She's a goddess, when gods meet things that are above them, it drives them a little stir crazy at the least, they aren't used to not being all powerful." said Yog. "Please understand Father, she'll needs to recover her self esteem."

"Who is it that you met? Who was the thing that did this to her!?" The Priest exclaimed. "Please, I need to pick up the pieces as fast as possible, otherwise those who follow our faith are liable to falter, especially the donations to the Church! We need to know what exactly happened so I can put out the proper damage mitigating measures before word gets out!"

Yog sighed as he scratched the bandages under his armor plates irritably. "Turns out the Archdemon was more of a Demon God. " said Yog.  "Cassandra was beaten to near death, in her Transformed State no less, turns out Frieza also possessed his own transformation, something he called Golden Frieza."

"Golden Frieza?" said the Priest with astonishment. "No wait, the only gods that have Elder Formulas are the Elders.. y-you can't seriously mean-?"

"I wish it wasn't true, but I saw his power for myself. Right after he defeated our lady goddess, he gave us all one horrifying look, smiled at us, mockingly, and said that we had but minutes to vacate his territory. Suffice it to say, everyone ran out of their so fast, we literally left a great deal of our supplies, tents, and portable barracks behind."

"You left it behind!?" roared the Priest. "That's enough supplies to equip and feed several hundred villagers!!"

"When an Elder God demands that you pack up in mere minutes, you don't tend to argue." said Yog. "The men valued their lives above anything, they got out of there, and I don't blame em. Plenty of them have families to think about. Nobody's going through hell for a bunch of apples. Though the worst part is, I think Frieza had the moral high ground, as terrifying as he was. He was just protecting those brownie kids, I can't blame him for being ruthless, though he was absolutely scary as hell."

"Scary you say?" said the Priest, his ears perking up. "Whatever do you mean?"

"His whole demeanor, his appearance, the way he could terrify and irk with a glance, it was masterful." said Yog. "And his Golden Form, you should've seen it. It had the stature of a god that much could be said, just being around it made you feel you were being crushed from the inside out."

"So you say he had the appearance of an evil monster?"

"Well when you put it that way, he certainly could seem evil. He's not exactly pleasant to look at, you can't even tell if he's male or female to be honest." said Yog. "Wait, what are you planning on doing!? You can't honestly be thinking of-?"

"It must happen Yog, if we are to get ahead of this before the unsavory rumors get out, then it must be done." said the Priest. "Every religion has it's own great evil, and our faith in Cassandra shall be no different. The monster who is the enemy of us all has been found, and his name, is Frieza, the Devil Himself!"

And so later that week, notices were posted, as the deacons all over Velmarth ushered people into their churches for urgent sermons, where before the marble statues of Cassandra's benevolent form with her wings spread against the church walls, they preached of the great evil known as Frieza, whom was the monster in the closet, and the evil that Cassandra would one day triumph over.

And as this happened, in the Capital City of Cors, a lone man with light violet hair and a rather familiar face, wearing a a cloak and hood, with a broadsword sheathed to his back, stepped into one of the Adventurer's guild's headquarters. 

"Oh hey! Trunks! Long time no see!" said the Guild Manager, a young woman wearing an apron who was in the process of cleaning the counter. "We've actually got some fresh jobs that were posted a while ago-."

"What's with all the trouble I'm hearing about in the town, seems like everyone's in an uproar, the man said as he lay down a large sack. "Oh right, here's the previous job's request of Fire Drake Horns."

"Oh it's just horrible, apparently the goddess was recently blasphemed by a terrible demon god calling itself Frieza. A pure force of evil. But no doubt the goddess will one day triumph over-."

"Tell me right now.." The man growled. "Where is this Frieza.."

"Wh-what? But Mr. Trunks! The next quest is lined up to be."

"Just tell me!" Trunks exclaimed. "This is not a negotiation!"

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"I see." I took a look at the blueprint that had been drawn up by Ginyu as looked up and down the makeshift grassy streets of the village. 

We had managed to secure a large wall made of cedar wood, dig a moat, and create ultimately a nice gathering of log cabins. Large carts filled with Golden Apples were parked next to the gap in the top of the wall that was attached to the pulley system for our zipline delivery. 

We had the product, and we had the means to harvest it. However, there still remained issues.

"Ginyu, it seems that this blueprint merely shows.. more log cabins." I said. "Granted quite impressive for log cabins, however.."

"Yes, I see a problem." said Caulifla with a grunt. "When are we gonna get actual plumbing around here? I mean I like ta rough it, but a girl's gotta shower now and then."

"I'm afraid I lack the actual technical know-how for that." said Ginyu. "Part of training in the Frieza Force involved plenty of wilderness survival, so I can build a good house in under 4 minutes, but eh.."

"I see, it's not like you trained in making permanent housing." I said. "We need a blacksmith or architect of some sort. A chief craftsman who can direct us."

"Eh don't look at me, Saiyans are more into wrecking things than building." Caulifla grumbled, folding her arms."

"Jeice can do model boats, but I'm afraid other than that, the Ginyu Force is tapped on this!" said Ginyu.  "Apologies my lord."

I settled back on my wooden throne, thoughtfully. There was also the issue of creating the necessary funds to begin upgrading the village, and we hadn't started looking for buyers yet, as the battle had happened literally yesterday.  And while the Army of Cassandra had left behind tons of useful things, namely an assortment of armor and weapons, we had yet to find a good way to transport the bulk of goods. I mean I could've levitated all with telekineses, but we also needed somebody who knew what kind of stuff we were handling so we could use it properly, not to mention it was dangerous for me to just levitate it out of there, as some of the gear was enchanted, and we didn't know how recklessly handling those objects would effect us or the environment. 

Mido was currently guarding the equipment along with Phalanx, but we couldn't count on thieves never turning up for the loot, or the army trying to return for their gear. 

There was a soft knock on the door. 

"Come in." I said, emerging from my thoughts.

"My Lord!" Horace had just come in. "I have come with a proposal, if you would hear me."

"Oho?" My tail twitched curiously. Horace usually stuck to Phalanx like glue, seeing him here on his own was new.

"I heard that we are desperately in need of an expert craftsman." said Horace. "One who can help us build up the village as well as deal with our sudden windfall of equipment! Well I'm here to say that I know the perfect man for the job!"

"Really!?" said Caulifla. 

"Aye!" Horace grinned, holding up a thumb. "He's my brother, Rob! The best in the business. He's as steady as a rock, but true to a fault. He's been fed up with Cassandra's policies for years. Used to be her chief blacksmith. Though his outspoken nature against her policies has landed him in a heap of trouble and now he's out of work so to speak. And as it so happens, the city he currently resides in is one that's rife with restaurants and master chefs."

"A culinary economy?" I said, my tail twitched with delight. "Ohohoho! I see, apples like ours would be in high demand."

"I'd say many would pay a limb or too for such an ingredient like the Golden Apples." said Horace. "If we travel there and meet Rob, we could convince him to work with us, as well as secure a few of our first trade partners."

"Horace, your information has pleased me greatly, rest assured I shall think of a way to reward you." I said, bowing my head slightly. 

"That's just it my lord. My apologies for posing such a bold request, but if possible I would like to accompany you." said Horace. 

"Hmmm?" I looked up, folding my arms. "I take it you have some personal reason for coming along?"

"Truth be told, I haven't seen my brother in years, and we didn't leave each other on a pleasant note. I erm, have some regrets I wish to address." said Horace. "I understand that this might have some bias influence but-."

"Very well, come along." I said. "I must say there are some things in regards to family that shouldn't remain unsaid."

"Well of course you would know that My Lord! After all you also have a brother!" said Ginyu brightly.

The Frieza in me felt a twinge of annoyance at the subject Ginyu had brought up.

"Brother?" said Horace. "My Lord. You have a brother!?"

"Yes, his name is Cooler, however I doubt he is any bit as nice as I am." I muttered. "Now, travel arrangements, shall I go in person or send representatives in my stead?"

"If anything, I think you should go in purpose honestly." said Caulifla. "I mean, I'd want to meet the guy I'm workin' for at least. Plus if ya go yerself, it makes the guy feel important, really helps with the convincing."

"Ohoho! Caulifla, did they perhaps have employee office training on planet Sadala?" 

Caulifla went slightly pink. "My.. brother was a soldier.. had some books on working with other low ranking officials.. I was curious, but the book was totes boring."

"In any case, I shall proceed in disguise, I fear that after our battle with the goddess, I might've drawn a bit too much attention to myself." I murmured. "It needn't be too extravagant, and I doubt I'll be gone too long with our flight shortening the journey."

"I would recommend against flight." Old Man Rov held up a wizened hand. "We want the traders at our destination to trade in good faith. Magic and flight might put them under the impression that we are more trouble than we are worth if they were to be aware of those traits before we showed them how profitable our product is."

"Again, I receive measured good advice from rather surprising sources." I nodded. "Very well. I suppose we will need to go about it the normal way. Ginyu, prepare two carts. We are making a journey to the city so it seems."

It took us half a day to prepare our supplies. After some thought, it was determined that alongside me and Horace, we would bring Caulifla , Burtur and Jeice. Ginyu needed to stay behind to oversee military training.

After the incident with Cassandra, I wasn't all too comfortable leaving my villagers with no means to defend themselves.  In the end, after some insistence from Ginyu, it was decided we would begin training the youths of the village in basic Martial Arts to ready themselves.

Overall, we had no idea how to use any of the swords or other weapons that was left behind in the previous battles, and Phalanx wasn't really good at training others, so this was the path left to us. 

However, I wasn't sure how effective this venture would be, as I didn't know if ki was only exclusive to Dragon Ball characters, or if it truly existed as an actual force.  In fact I had at some points began to theorize that some sort of magic had brought fictional characters to life and Ki was in fact just magic mimicking its properties.

But of course there was also another theory that was just as likely:

Dragon Ball's world was in fact real, and thanks to Multiverse Theory indicating limitless dimensions and worlds made out of limitless possibilities, somewhere in the vast multiverse existed a world that precisely matched Akira Toriyama's vision for his franchise. 

Either way, learning a bit of kung fu couldn't hurt, so I entrusted the training of the so called "New Frieza Force" with the condition that Ginyu didn't train them as tough as he did with new Frieza Force Recruits of the "Past Evil Frieza" lifetime. Namely working them to the bone till they collapsed and requiring worship-like devotion to me. 

So they were given a newly formed training regiment that required scheduled meal breaks as well as book studies to hone their abilities to form strategies. As it turned out, Frieza's mind had a rather surprising amount of military experience for a lazy hyper powered being that never needed to train much to be combat ready. 

The next day, I donned a large cloak and hood and donned a knight's helmet over my face to better conceal myself. While it seemed heavy when I watched one of the village children attempt to hand it to me, I was able to heft it effortlessly, prompting some of the village children seeing us off to 'ooo' and 'aaahh' with wonder. 

Horace nodded as he stood next to one of our apple laden carts, while Caulifla attempted to calm one of our large oxen, feeding it carrots. Apparently Burtur's appearance felt a little disturbing to the massive horned bull. 

"Aye, seems like we're ready. Quite the disguise My Lord! You'd pass as an adventurer quite easily. As would you two, in spite of your outlandish appearances!"

Jeice and Burtur were also dressed in armor and cloaks from the gear we had recovered from Cassandra's army, and though they didn't bring swords, I had to admit, the silver chestplates and red cloaks didn't look bad at all. 

"Tsk, this bulky stuff hinders my speed a bit more than I like." Burtur grumbled. 

"You'll get over it! Not like we need to fight much." said Jeice. "Though if we can fly there in an instant, this slow method of travel's really gonna bite if you ask me mate."

"Now now, bear with it, flight would easily reveal us to many in the vicinity, including Cassandra's spies." I said. "They were well aware of my identity before Avalanche returned to the Capital to notify the Guild of his service to us.  If we wish for these proceedings to bear fruit, we must saddle some compromises after all.."

"An Adventurer's guild though, I think Beardy's onto something there!" said Caulifla. 

"It's Horace." grunted Horace.

"Whatever ya say Beardy!" said Caulifla cheerily. "Like, we could totally pretend to be an adventurer's guild ourselves!!  Can we!? Like just as a disguise for this trip!"

Caulifla's eyes sparkled as she looked at me, and at that moment I realized something. While she was definitely a tomboyish type with a stubborn streak and the most saiyan-like attitude of any girl her age, she had a little something that not even years of watching Dragon Ball anime could ever preinform me of: 'This girl was a closet nerd'. 

"Well if you think you can also pull off a disguise, then I'm sure that can be arranged." I said. 

Caulifla grinned and threw her cloak back to reveal her clothing underneath. A chain mail breast band, and a set of red monk's martial arts pants, not as baggy as her previous pants, and sporting plate mail on the sides. "Whaddya think!? I found this in my size back at the battlefield!"

"Gotta admit, it looks great!" said Jeice. "You've got more fashion sense than Vegeta that's for sure. The guy's way too into blue!"

"So what do we call ourselves?" said Horace. "Can't be giving away yer real names after all."

I stroked the surface of my helmet. "Hmm, I shall call myself Rime then when I am in this guise."

"Butter!" said Burtur. "I mean I'm slippery and fast like Butter right?"

"I can't think of one for me really.." Jeice muttered.

"Hugh Jackman." I said before I could stop myself."

"Wha-? Hey that's brilliant!" Jeice exclaimed as I cursed myself inside for being swayed by Jeice's accent into accidentally giving him a joke name. 

"J-Just call yourself Hugh please." I said, trying to keep the irritation with myself out of my speech.  "Very well, let us be off."

"Yes Lord Frie- I mean Rime!" said Jeice quickly. 

And so our 3 day journey to Gormet City that was farther from the southern border. Though the journey was intended to only be 3 days however, it ended up being longer than that for a few unforeseen circumstances.

On one rainy day, around Fopesth Day, which was Friday back in my world, a heavy rain took hold of the forest path, turning much of the normally robust dirt path into a sludgeway of mud, catching a great deal on our cart's wheels. 

While we were tempted just to fly through the storm carrying the carts in our hands, our better senses did not succumb to this, and instead we ended up walking as Caulifla effortlessly shouldered both carts, and Jeice carried both bewildered and confused oxen.  

It was slow, wet, and agonizing work, as even displaying our superhuman speed at running levels was seen as a risk of attracting spies, and we ended up trudging through the mud for hours before we began to see distant light through the downpour of rain that drenched even me down to the bone through my cloak. 

"You see that!?" Caulifla called out as booming lightning almost drowned out her voice, and I barely heard her through the pattering of water against my metal helmet.

"That's one of the Guild Rest Stops!!" called out Horace. "It's a place for Adventurer's on the road to stop for food and sleep if need be! We're lucky the storm caught us when we were already close by!! Jeice! You holding up there laddie!?"

"This is nothing!" Jeice called back, attempting to blink rainwater out of his eyes. "It's this slippery mud and damn water that's got me annoyed in all honesty! And this cow's kicking me in the groin!"

"MooooO!!" One of the oxen protested as it wriggled against Jeice's grip. 

"How far!?" I asked.

"From the looks of it, we're a few feet from the front ga-!" Horace called, right before Jeice walked straight into a fence which was now only recently visible thanks to the massive downpour. 

"Oops." Burtur muttered as Jeice's boots smashed straight through the wood with no resistance. 

"Eh, monsters attack around these parts all the time, no doubt this won't be the first time repairing that fence!" Horace called out. "Let's get inside quick! I think my feet are nearly drowning in my shoes!!"

We managed to get close enough to make out a huge inn-like house which appeared quite fancy, with green painted pillars, and a large sign displaying a butterfly perched on top of a flagon of beer, the symbol of the Adventurer's Guild. 

We put the carts down in what appeared to be a parking area protected from the rain by a tarp roof tent, and after checking on the apples inside to make sure they hadn't been drenched, we proceeded through the large oaken door entrance.

Inside was bustling with activity and warmth. A large fireplace roared in back, with hundreds of guests laughing,