Jesus Christ, man… the whole government is Fucking falling apart. How are we supposed to live like this?"
Viktor wondered if he'd been born in the wrong timeline. First COVID-19, then the Australia fires, then Los Angeles burning like someone had dropped a match on the map. And somewhere between all that ruin, his sister slipped away to cancer.
Life had turned into a long, unfunny joke.
He walked on autopilot toward his house, thoughts drifting, body moving without asking permission. One moment he was crossing the street, and the next a truck tore through the world like an eraser dragging across a sketch.
He didn't even get a dramatic last stand. Just headlights, metal, and the bitter thought:
You gotta be kidding me.
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He floated in nothingness afterward. No body, no breath, just a quiet place where regret echoed louder than sound. He tried to tally where he'd gone wrong in life, but the list felt too long to finish.
Then, suddenly, he was sitting.
A chair. A white room stretching without corners. And across from him, a young man who looked too perfect to belong to any species with taxes. Blonde hair, green eyes, a face that would've gotten him worshipped in ancient times.
The man smiled with practiced warmth.
"So, Viktor. How's everything going?"
Viktor stared at him. Surely this was a joke.
"Well, I'm fantastic. Completely overjoyed, actually, because I just died to a truck."
The pretty stranger didn't blink.
"Let's cut to the chase. I'm going to reincarnate you into Dragon Ball as Frieza. Any objections?"
Viktor let the silence sit between them for a long moment, then exhaled.
"Does it matter whether I object or not?"
The man's lips stretched into a smile that went a little too far, a little too wide, like something wearing humanity as an accessory.
"No."
The word echoed through the white room, soft but absolute. It settled over Viktor like a hand pressed against his throat, not choking, just reminding him of the difference between the two of them.
Viktor leaned back in the chair, feeling its shape shift subtly to fit him. "Figures," he muttered. "Consent really is optional for gods, huh?"
The being tilted his head, studying Viktor the way a biologist might study an ant trying to negotiate with the microscope. "I'm not a god," he said lightly. "Just… adjacent."
His eyes glowed a shade greener, the color of deep ocean water waiting to pull someone under. "You died. You were inconveniently free from that timeline. And I found your personality structure interesting."
"Interesting," Viktor repeated. "Like a lab rat with quirks."
"More like a knife with a cracked handle," the being corrected. "A little unpredictable. Not too Broken. Just what a chaotic universe needs in the right place."
"In the body of Frieza," Viktor said flatly.
"Yes," the being replied, smiling again. It stretched too wide. "A perfect fit."
Viktor scrubbed a hand down his face, even though he didn't technically have one anymore. "Why Frieza? Why not someone… I don't know, less purple and Dildo looking?"
"Oh, don't pretend you weren't fascinated by him," the being said, waving one hand. "You humans have this charming habit of fixating on monsters. Frieza is efficient. Focused. And frankly? Amusing...or at least l find him"
Viktor opened his mouth, paused, and shook his head. "This is a cosmic setup. I'm getting tossed into a blender with Saiyans."
The being's voice softened without losing its unsettling edge.
"You are getting a chance. What you do with that chance… is why I chose you."
"A chance," Viktor echoed quietly. "A chance to what? Conquer? Fix things? Die again?"
The being's eyes gleamed with something ancient and hungry. "A chance to be something new. Something you want. Something Uncontrolled"
Viktor stared at him. At that smile. At the emptiness behind it.
"Let me guess," he said. "I don't get to choose the timeline either."
"No," the being said, almost cheerfully. "But I did choose one where your arrival will be… dramatic."
"What does that even mean?"
"You'll see."
The chair dissolved. The room stretched like elastic. Light bent, folding him inward, and the being's voice followed him into the collapsing world:
"Frieza is waking up. Try not to embarrass yourself."
Then everything went black.
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