Frieza sits rather comfortably in the passenger seat of a large delivery truck, his expression one of immense joy as the cold air from the conditioner blows through the cabin, almost numbingly chilled toward humans. His scarlet eyes scan the man driving, speeding down the road with sweat trickling down his forehead. The little mongrel had attempted to flee from Frieza, and then even fire some primitive weapon at him. Unfortunately for him, Frieza was able to quite easily over power the being. Honestly, even a simian like Raditz would have no issue with this man.
But, Frieza had need of the man. He was recovering from his battle at a remarkable pace, something he assumed was part of Mito's gift. He had forced the human, Gerald, to drive him to the nearest space port. He understood the world was back water and utter trash, but when he proclaimed there wasn't one Frieza was livid with both fear and anxiety. Was he doomed to be trapped on this world? Of course not, he thought. He spoke of a high tech place in some Western City, or was it quite literally West City? The world was so dull with how it chose to name itself. But, the Capsule Corporation. Gerald said that if there were a space ship, it would be there.
And so Frieza had allowed the man to drive him to this West City in exchange for his life, a deal that would be broken when he inevitably destroyed the planet from orbit. But, it helped to travel and not make his presence obnoxiously known.
"How much longer are you going to take, Gerald? I want to be in this City by night fall." The Galactic Tyrant spoke, a promise of pain hidden behind his words if the human upset him.
"I can do that! It's just a few more hours Free-Lord Frieza!" He stammered, slamming his foot onto the accelerator and honking loudly at all the vehicles on the high way in front of them.
"Excellent. Perhaps you should accompany me into space, as a reward for your duties here." There was a wide smile on his lips when he mentioned this, he knew Gerald wanted nothing to do with him but he was obligated to say yes, as all of his subordinates were.
"Lord Frieza. . I would be honored, but I've got my family back in South City. . " His voice was silent, hoping the conversation would end soon enough.
"I can arrange for them to be taken care of, with us of course. You will live happily as my personal servant, Gerald." Frieza couldn't hold in his terrifying laughter any more, this alone enough to make the man whimper.
