"Well now, this is the worthless mortal that had my son all bothered on Planet Namek? I expected a Saiyan, pardon my assumptions, of course..."

King Cold slowly stepped out the ship, Frieza trailing close behind. Frieza was alive, completely repaired with mechanical parts, looking smug as can be that he brought his father to Earth with him, like a little kid who tattled. King Cold stares you down, crossing his arms.

"My heir has told me lots about you. How you helped those Saiyan boys defeat him. How you helped defeat the Ginyu Force. If you would be so kind as to explain yourself...."