Frieza landed down near his door, Killshot already there tending to everything, as he walked over to his droid, the droid beeped out in a questioning like manner, Frieza chuckled at the little droid and said, "He isn't coming back Killshot, he died. Sorry little buddy.". Frieza laid his hands on the droid, who only beeped, Frieza sighed, he was going to have to get some emotions for the little droid. He walked over to a pile of meat hanging on the wall, too lazy to cook it properly, he fired a weak Death Beam at it till it was singed nicely.
He dug into it graciously. After he was finished, the Changeling looked out, he was curious where the original Cooler might be lurking in the universe, it was important that he find out. The Changeling needed to go back to that hellhole, Frieza No. 79. After all his time on Earth, he had come to hate the planet of his birth. How vain his people were, they needed a true king, not that bastard of a father Frieza had. If he ever did become ruler of the universe, then he would make his people true masters.
No more hiding in the shadows, no more lurking and selling and killing. He would make the Changelings a true warrior race. Stronger than the Saiyans had ever been. He swore it. The Changeling looked at Killshot, saying to him, "We're going on a trip old friend. A trip that I don't suspect we might leave from un-harmed..
With those words said, the Changeling Prodigy prepared his old space pod, ready to fly to the planet... But first? Maybe one more little eensy tiny city destruction, after all.
Fear was a great emotion to inflict...