Ahm some pic l have of female Namekians
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Why you may ask... Idk
Just enjoy them you degenerate.
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Frieza sat upon a simple, padded seat in the main briefing chamber of the Ginyu Force ship — a stark contrast to the golden opulence of Bucephalus.
The cruiser was utilitarian to its core: cold metallic walls scarred from countless battles, overhead lights buzzing with faint electrical hum, air thick with the recycled tang of oxygen and the lingering metallic reek of Namekian blood still clinging to the team's uniforms and boots.
It wasn't poor by any means it was functional, efficient, built for warriors who lived on the edge — but for Frieza, who had grown accustomed to thrones of star-forged gold and chambers that whispered luxury with every breath, it felt like a downgrade.
He didn't complain tho. Luxury could wait. Power could not.
The Ginyu Force stood before him in a loose semicircle — their signature poses abandoned, faces pale and drawn, uniforms stiff with dried green blood and ash from the genocide below.
Captain Ginyu stood at the front, posture rigid as steel, but the usual bombastic flair was gone.
His eyes flicked nervously to Frieza's newly regenerated form — left arm whole, left eye restored to its piercing red glare framed by black sclera — as if he couldn't quite believe the emperor had returned from the brink of annihilation unscathed.
He didn't even know who was capable of bringing his Lord to such a state but he didn't voiced his thought. He know better then that.
Frieza crossed his legs slowly — wine-red suit immaculate, golden accents catching the dim lights like molten veins, Italian leather loafers gleaming, skeleton watch ticking softly on his wrist, the condensed ki stone ring pulsing faintly like a heartbeat of restrained power.
{Author note/// YES Frieza we see the Fit }
His voice cut through the silence — calm, but carrying the weight of cosmic command, each word deliberate, heavy, inescapable.
"From now on you will start training seriously."
He paused — letting the words sink into their bones like poison.
"I want all of you to have a power level of about 50 million."
Ginyu's mouth opened — wide, comical, jaw practically unhinging in disbelief, eyes bulging.
"F-Fifty… fifty **million**?!" he stammered, voice cracking like thin ice under a hammer. "My lord, you're kidding me! That's… that's impossible! How can we do that? It's not EVEN biologically possible!"
The rest of the team froze — Recoome's massive fists clenching, Jeice paling to a sickly white, Guldo whimpering softly,
Frieza's lip curled.
"Biology," he spat the word like it tasted of rot, disgust dripping from every syllable,(He hated that subject with a passion)voice low and venomous enough to chill the air.
"How quaint."
He rose slowly — fluid, predatory — the seat creaking faintly beneath him as he stepped forward, wine-red suit shifting like liquid shadow.
"Come here, Ginyu."
Ginyu froze — sweat beading instantly on his purple skin, legs trembling. He just realized.... He messed up.
The team tensed — Recoome's breath catching, Jeice's sweat dripping down his eyes, Guldo curling tighter, Burter's eyes darting for an escape that didn't exist.
Ginyu swallowed hard — the sound audible in the silence — and stepped forward on shaking legs, expecting death for his insolence.
Frieza placed one hand on Ginyu's head — gentle, almost tender, fingers splaying across the captain's scalp.
Then he chanted — softly, the words ancient and guttural, laced with god-ki that made the air shimmer and the lights flicker.
"Unleashed."
Ginyu screamed.
A scream so raw it tore through the ship's corridors — pure, animal agony, echoing off metallic walls like a soul being ripped apart.
His body convulsed violently — muscles bulging grotesquely, veins glowing with violent purple light, bones cracking and realigning with audible snaps, flesh rippling as if something inside was tearing him open to rebuild him stronger.
His aura exploded outward — wild, unstable, climbing higher and higher in erratic, blinding spikes, the ship's gravity generators whining in protest as power surged uncontrollably.
The team dropped to their knees instantly — terror overriding everything.
Recoome slammed his forehead to the floor — voice desperate, cracking.
"Please, my lord! Forgive this fool! He won't do it again!"
Jeice joined — head bowed, hands clasped in supplication.
"Mercy, Lord Frieza! He didn't mean—"
Guldo curled into a ball, whimpering uncontrollably.
Burter's speed was useless — he knelt, trembling, eyes wide with fear.
Frieza didn't look at them.
His hand remained on Ginyu's head — calm, unmoving — as the captain screamed, body twisting in unnatural angles, ki surging like a storm trapped in flesh, skin splitting in places only to seal instantly, blood spraying before evaporating in golden mist.
Frieza's voice cut through the chaos — quiet, amused, almost gentle.
"Idiots. Stand up."
The team froze — fear paralyzing them.
"Are you retarded?" Frieza asked, tone almost conversational, yet carrying the chill of absolute authority. "Why would I kill him over something so trivial?"
Recoome lifted his head slightly — confused, voice trembling.
"But… my lord… he's screaming in pain…"
Frieza's remaining eye gleamed — red iris burning with cold fire.
"I'm releasing his untapped potential while also enhancing his body beyond conventional method. That's why this BAFOON is screaming."
He released Ginyu.
The captain collapsed to his knees — gasping, body smoking, aura now stable at an impossible height, power level spiking wildly before settling at a new, terrifying baseline.
Ginyu looked up — eyes wide, trembling, voice hoarse.
"My… my power…"
It was now closer to a million.
Frieza turned away — dismissing the scene with a casual wave.
"l am impressed with your loyalty, I truly am but your loyalty mean nothing if you are not strong enough to handle the task l will assign you in the future. So for now train like your life depends on it..... Because it definitely do"
The Ginyu Force rose slowly — stunned, relieved, terrified, bodies still shaking from the display.
Frieza returned to his seat — crossing his legs, wine glass materializing in his hand from a nearby table.
He sipped — calm, satisfied.
"Also l will also be unleashing all of your potential. You all have a hour to prepare"
The team — once proud, once bombastic — now understood.
Frieza's mercy was never free.
And his wrath… was a gift in disguise.
The ship hummed onward.
The training had only just begun.
And the Ginyu Force — remade, terrified, and loyal beyond death —would become weapons worthy of their lord.
Or they would die trying.
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Frieza looked down at the kneeling Ginyu Force, their bodies still trembling from the Unleashed ritual — power levels now hovering around one million each, their signature poses replaced by raw, exhausted submission.
He thought to himself, cold and analytical:
They've reached a million. With their body-swap technique, Extreme speed technique, Time stop technique and team coordination, few in the universe can match them right now.
But this isn't enough.
Sooner or later, they will be outclassed.
Sooner or later, they will become obsolete.
And I will not tolerate obsolescence.
He stepped forward once — the single click of his Italian leather loafer echoing like a gunshot in the silent bay.
His voice was ice wrapped in silk — calm, absolute, carrying the weight of inevitability.
"You are now in charge of this planet."
The words landed like a death sentence.
"For the next six to seven months."
Ginyu's head snapped up slightly, eyes wide.
"Your mission is simple."
"Make sure they do NOT rebel."
He let the command hang, the silence heavier than Namek's gravity.
"Crush any whisper of defiance before it forms. Break their spirits. Bind their will to mine. Keep them obedient. Keep them productive."
His tone sharpened — a scalpel's edge.
"And produce warriors for the Frieza Empire."
He leaned forward slightly, voice dropping to a lethal whisper.
"They are good healers Whether that be themselves or other. Exploit that. Train them. Weaponize their regeneration. I want an army of Namekian healers who can mend themselves mid-battle, who can fight as fiercely as they heal — who will die a thousand times and rise again, loyal only to me."
The team remained frozen — Recoome's massive fists clenched, Jeice's breath shallow, Guldo whimpering softly,
Frieza straightened — towering over them.
"I am returning to my ship."
He raised one hand — fingers snapping with casual, terrifying precision.
"You have 6 to 7 month to prepare for my arrival."
The final words fell like judgment.
"If I return and find rebellion… disobedience… weakness…"
His smile was small, chilling — the kind that promised worse than death.
"I will unmake you."
"Not kill."
"Unmake."
"I will erase your names from history. I will burn your legacies to ash. I will make it so that no one — not even the gods — remembers you ever existed."
(AUTHOR note/// he is exaggerating here so that they work hard )
He paused — letting the threat sink into their bones.
"And I will make it Low and slow."
The silence was absolute.
Frieza turned.
Space folded.
Instant Transmission.
He vanished.
He reappeared on the bridge of Bucephalus — golden throne waiting, stars streaking past the viewport in hyperspace.
He sat — legs crossed, wine glass materializing in his hand.
The Ginyu Force had their orders.
Namek had its new masters.
67 months.
He sipped the wine — slow, savoring.
The countdown had begun.
And the universe would learn.
Frieza's mercy was temporary.
His wrath… eternal.
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I have put three references in this chapter can you spot them.