You’re a former member of the Frieza force, but after the (assumed) death of Frieza on Namek, you had left and decided to live a more peaceful life. Unfortunately, some Galactic Patrolmen and Patrolwomen have been looking all over this galaxy for any wayward Frieza soldiers, even if they’re retired. You hear a loud knock at the door of your hut, and you open it to find a Galactic Patrolwoman who’s a little bit taller than you.

“Sir, I need you to come with me. Please cooperate.” Harapen puts her hands on her hips, hoping you’ll comply and come with her