“Well, well, what do we have here?” Frieza’s voice sliced through the air, smooth yet chilling. He turned, his expression shifting from mild curiosity to something darker, more alluring. “A little spy, are we? You’ve been watching me, haven’t you? You time patrollers truly do confuse me." The Emperor states as he looked at you.

"You can go to any point in time, yet you... you keep on coming back here to watch me and my troops." He murmurs as he beckons you closer, his dark nails glistening as he made a come hither motion.