In the vast sea of stars, near Xandar.
Dark Aster.
"Tsk..."
Frieza sat in his pod, looking through the transparent shield. He scrutinized the giant ship he had just acquired with a look of disdain.
"Ronan made his spaceship so gloomy. This unaesthetic black paint job is simply a blasphemy to the Emperor of the universe's taste."
He pressed the communication button on the side of the cockpit, and his elegant voice was transmitted via quantum signal to Planet Frieza 002.
"Erik."
"I am here! Lord Frieza!" Erik's excited voice immediately responded.
Frieza said, "This fleet is entrusted to you. Although that hammer-wielding fellow was a good-for-nothing and couldn't take a punch, the ships he left behind are still decent. Take them back and scrape off all that ugly black paint. Paint them all white and add purple stripes."
"As you command, Lord Frieza." Erik's voice was filled with fanaticism.
"I will surely transform it into the coolest flagship in the entire Universe. I guarantee that if Ronan knew, he would be so angry he'd come back to life."
"Hmph, if he dares to come back to life, I wouldn't mind killing him again."
Frieza yawned boredly and casually cut off the communication.
After completing the transfer procedures for this batch of used vehicles, Frieza controlled his pod to open a portal and flew towards the blue planet beyond the gate.
"So, next..."
"It's time to go back home."
—
Planet Frieza 001.
The pod pierced through the clouds and descended into the airspace that once belonged to New York.
The appearance of this city was enough to shock any psychologist.
So happy.
There were no quarrels on the streets, no honking, not even a trace of negative emotions being vented.
Everyone, whether it was a wall street elite in a suit or a street sweeper on the roadside, all wore a uniform, brilliant smile.
When Frieza's vehicle swept over at low altitude—
Whoosh!
As if rehearsed a million times, thousands of pedestrians on the street simultaneously stopped. They all looked up at the same time and bowed at the same time.
"Welcome home, Lord Frieza! Long live Lord Frieza!"
The sound converged into a tsunami, echoing above the city.
"Oh-ho-ho-ho..."
Frieza hovered in mid-air, looking at the utopian scene below, and let out a joyful laugh.
He turned his head to look at Maria, who had just followed him and was now sitting in a Quinjet. "Maria, it seems you've been working very hard lately. These heartfelt smiles look much more pleasing than those gloomy expressions from before."
Charles, inside the fighter jet, bowed slightly. "It is my honor to serve you, Lord Frieza."
Maria calmly said, "Professor has already rewritten the emotional code for the humans on this planet. Now, happiness is working for you, and joy is praising your name."
"Any other emotions have been defined as viruses and deleted from their brains."
"Well done."
Frieza snapped his fingers. "This is how the Emperor's backyard should look."
Since his home was already well-managed, Frieza's gaze turned towards the African continent. There was a so-called technologically advanced nation in that place.
"Let's go, to Wakanda."
...
Wakanda, inside the Grand Hall.
T'Chaka, the once arrogant King of Wakanda, who claimed his technology was fifty years ahead of the world, was now humbly kneeling on the cold Vibranium floor.
Because at this moment, the emperor of the universe Frieza was before him.
"Esteemed... Lord Frieza."
T'Chaka bowed deeply, his voice trembling. "Wakanda... surrenders to you."
"We are willing to offer all our Vibranium, all our technology. We only ask that you leave Wakanda a way to survive."
"Oh?"
Frieza controlled his hovering pod to land and elegantly stepped out.
"Don't be so nervous, old King."
Frieza extended a finger and gently lifted T'Chaka's chin. "I am not some demon. As long as you are obedient, why would I casually kill people?"
"I came this time mainly because I heard your textile technology here is quite unique."
Frieza recalled Loki, Juggernaut, Sebastian...
Their white and purple battle suits were somewhat damaged from the previous battles, and even covered in a lot of dust.
Frieza shook his head with a look of disdain. "As the ace squad under my command, dressed so shabbily, like beggars, where would I put my face?"
"So..."
Frieza looked at T'Chaka again and stated his demand, "I want you, Wakanda, to use your proud Vibranium, to custom-make a set of Vibranium Combat Suit for each member of my Ginyu Force."
"This..."
T'Chaka was stunned.
That's all?
He personally came to Wakanda just for a few sets of clothes?
"What? Is there a problem?" Frieza's eyes turned cold.
"No! No!" T'Chaka quickly shook his head.
"Wakanda's craftsmanship can absolutely meet your requirements!"
"Very good."
Frieza extended three fingers and began to emphasize his aesthetic standards.
"Listen carefully, my demands are high."
"First, the defense must be strong, at least able to withstand a nuclear bomb shower."
"Second, it must be highly elastic, after all, they still have to do those... um... the unique entrance poses of the squad. We can't have their crotches bursting open."
"Third, and most importantly!"
Frieza's eyes gleamed with an undeniable light:
"It must retain the classic white and purple color scheme. It must have those pointed shoulder pads extending outwards."
"Since it's the strongest squad in the Universe, a walking deterrent, they naturally have to dress a bit flashy."
"Even if it's made of Vibranium, it must have the texture of a leotard."
"Do you understand, my old tailor?"
T'Chaka looked at the cosmic overlord in front of him, who had a perverse obsession with leotards.
Although his heart was filled with a sense of absurdity, he still nodded desperately. "Under... understood! We will follow your requirements exactly, a one-to-one replica!"
"Good."
Frieza patted T'Chaka's shoulder with satisfaction.
"I'll give you three days."
"If there's even one asymmetrical thread on the clothes you make..."
Frieza pointed to the huge Vibranium mine outside the window, revealing a cruel smile. "I will throw this mountain, along with your country, into outer space to reclaim land."
T'Chaka knelt on the ground, his head never daring to rise.
His voice trembled, yet was filled with immense respect for Frieza. "As you command, Lord Frieza, Wakanda will surely meet and satisfy your requirements."
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