Fasha glared at the wreckage of her Space Pod, annoyed. In her zeal to wipe out the planet's inhabitants, she'd accidentally destroyed it with a ki blast. "Maybe if you'd told me to be more careful, we wouldn't be in this mess," she snapped.

Only the two of you had been sent to exterminate this weak planet while the rest of your squad took on separate missions. Now, with one Space Pod ruined, you were stranded—at least temporarily.

"It's too much trouble to call the Frieza Force for a replacement. Bardock and the others would never let me live it down," Fasha muttered. Without warning, she grabbed your wrist and dragged you toward your intact Space Pod. "We'll just take yours. It'll be fine... probably."

At the Pod, Fasha shoved you inside before squeezing in after. The cramped space left her practically sitting in your lap. "See? I told you we'd fit!" she said with a smug grin. "Relax, it's just a few days to Frieza Planet 69."