Despite the swirling questions that my current situation posed, one curious thought seemed to rise above all others: Am I truly the only one?
The very idea was amusing in its absurdity. Yet, the more I pondered it, the more it felt… orchestrated. Could it be that others had been transferred like me? The concept was almost too ridiculous to entertain, but my curiosity got the better of me. Perhaps Vegeta? Oh, how delightful that would be. The thought of that arrogant Saiyan being as out of place as I once was... priceless. Who's to say others haven't met a similar fate? Perhaps Cooler? Or perhaps, even more delightfully, one of the so-called gods? The irony of their divine arrogance being tainted by an outside influence would be delicious. Yes, how amusing indeed.
But, of course, even in this hypothetical scenario, none would handle it quite as gracefully as I have. There is, after all, only one Frieza. The sheer idea of another mind thinking it could outmaneuver me, in my own body, is laughable.
Still, it's not the gods that concern me, nor Vegeta or Cooler. I couldn't care less about their predicaments. If they are in a similar situation, then their time will come to reveal themselves, and when they do, I will be ready. They won't surprise me, and they certainly won't outlast me. It's more a matter of when than if.
The more pressing question is… am I being watched? As in someone taking notice of my changes?
What if someone is observing, keenly aware of the changes in me, perhaps even orchestrating them? A puppet master pulling the strings from the shadows. That should have sparked some concern in me, perhaps a flicker of paranoia, but instead, I felt only amusement. If such a creature exists, I would simply find them, confront them, and destroy them in the most efficient and entertaining way possible. The very idea of someone watching me—observing me—made me chuckle. Because of how absurd the possibility was. If they really do exist let them watch. They would learn all too soon what it means to underestimate the Emperor of the Universe.
This line of thinking, while intriguing, ultimately led nowhere. It was, I suppose, more of a philosophical indulgence. Could someone like me be out there? Possibly. Do I care? Not in the slightest. I would deal with such possibilities only if and when they became relevant. For now, I had much more pressing matters to attend to.
I shifted my attention from the idle musings and focused on the real tasks at hand. My empire required my attention. There were new territories to subjugate, systems that dared to challenge my reign, and those foolish enough to believe they could escape my grasp.
And then, of course, there was Planet Vegeta. It sat in the back of my mind like an itch I hadn't yet decided to scratch. The Saiyans, always so brutish, so arrogantly convinced of their strength, even now, still dared to exist. Despite their supposed eradication from the original series, there still remained pockets of resistance even in there, and that simply wouldn't do. I had no particular urgency to deal with them now atleast, of course—there was something almost nostalgic about having a nemesis—but their time would come. And when it did, I would remind the universe of my unparalleled power.
Still, as amusing as the thought of crushing those remnants was, it wasn't my priority. For now, my focus needed to remain on the Yardratian techniques, which could prove most useful in maintaining my supremacy.
I mused quietly as I gazed out into the sky, watching the stars stretch and bend through space. If others were indeed like me, if they existed, they would be unable to resist the temptation to reveal themselves eventually. Power, after all, is an irresistible lure. And when they emerged—whoever they were, wherever they might be—I would deal with them. Coldly, efficiently, and without hesitation.
For now, however, I could afford to be patient. Time was my ally. The universe, after all, would wait for me to assert my dominance once again. There was no rush. My rule was inevitable.
I leaned back, the faint breeze lulling me into a state of quiet contemplation. If others like me were out there, they were most likely just as curious, just as cautious, perhaps pondering the same questions. Wouldn't that be amusing? But ultimately, I doubted they had my foresight, my ability to play the long game. It wasn't in most creatures' nature to be so patient. They would make mistakes—mistakes I would not make.
But then, the matter of patience is where I differ from most. While others may panic or fear the unknown, I am methodical, calculating. I'll discover the truth behind this soul transfer in due time. If it even matters.
And if there are others? Well, let them come. I'm not particularly concerned. They'll only make their existence known when it's convenient for me, and when they do, they will fall in line, as they always have.
With a slow smirk, I allowed the matter to drift from my mind. These musings were entertaining enough, but ultimately, they didn't change my reality. I was still Frieza. My empire still stood strong, and my enemies would still cower in fear at my name.
And for now, that's all that mattered.