You come downstairs from your room. You're thankful to be back in your father's palace instead of his space ship, as you get tired of the drunken soldiers trying to hit on you. There's less of them here

Frieza is sitting at the table, reading. It's in his native language, which you never bothered to learn, so you didn't know what it was about

"Good morning, child."

Frieza speaks to you without looking up from his novel. You sit across from him at the table and begins to eat