The five landed on the balcony of Capsule Corp and lined up. They then performed a routine starting from the ends of the line and working towards the middle.
      “I’M RECOOME!” shouted the first, a humanoid with a peanut-shaped head.
      “I am…BURTER!” announced the second, a blue, lizard-like alien.
      “I’M JEICE!” introduced the third, a crimson-skinned humanoid with long, white hair.
      “GULDO!” said the fourth, a squat, green person with a large eye on each side of his comparatively large head with a normal face in the center.
      “GINYU!” finished the last, a bull-like humanoid. The five then performed a group pose.
      “WE ARE THE GINYU FORCE!” they all said.
      “…Go Go Power Rangers,” muttered William.
      “…Ginyu,” Goku whispered to himself as he seemed deep in thought. “…I swear I heard that name before.”
      “You know, I think I’ve heard about you lot,” said the Doctor, “but I thought…well, you met your maker.”
      “They DID, Doctor!” gulped Bulma. “On Namek! They worked for that evil scumbag, Frieza, and-!”
      “Oh yeah!” remembered Goku. “They’re the guys with the silly poses!”
      “SILLY?!” argued Jeice.
      “Much as I would like to catch up,” hissed Ginyu, “we’re going to need the Dragon Radar. As I understand it, a Miss Bulma Briefs designed it to key in on the electromagnetic pulse of an active Dragon Ball.”
      “That’s DOCTOR Briefs to you!” snapped Bulma. “And you’re not getting it, you body-snatching freak!”
      “Ah, that’s right, YOU’RE that same Bulma! I remember possessing you!” purred Ginyu.
      “What happened to your old purple body?” asked Goku.
      “Dead on Namek, thanks to YOU, Son Goku!” replied Ginyu. “Now, will you be surrendering the Dragon Radar, or shall my men and I indulge in some exercise?”
      “And by that,” called Jeice, “he doesn’t mean lifting-!”
      “Thank you, Mr. Brenchian,” interrupted the Doctor, “we all got your Captain’s message. Now, surely we can come to some arrangement. What would your master want the Dragon Radar for?”
      “Well, he had to wait a few times to use the Namekian Dragon Balls to get us all back,” replied Guldo, “but it was worth it! Now with Earth’s Dragon Balls-!”
      “Guldo!” snapped Ginyu.
      “Why would Frieza want the Dragon Balls this time?!” demanded Goku.
      “And what ARE Dragon Balls?” asked William.
      “I think I’ve heard of them before, but…the knowledge eludes me,” remarked the Doctor.
      “Seven orbs capable of summoning a dragon that can grant desires exactly as the one who gathered them wants,” explained Rassilon. “Descended from what we call the Zalama Planets or the Super Dragon Balls according to the locals.”
      “The Zalama Planets?” asked the Doctor. “They’re just a myth.”
      “They’re as real as the Key to Time, Doctor,” replied Whis. “Only life-forms that could be considered gods can use them, but smaller Zalama Planets, or Dragon Balls, can be used by mortals. Each set of seven has their limits and it seems Frieza was patient enough to use the three wishes of the Namekian Dragon Balls twice to resurrect these clowns.”
      “Then Goku’s question is rather pertinent, what would this Frieza want with this planet’s Dragon Balls?” mused the Doctor.
      “I see there are five pairs of idle hands here,” came the voice of an upper-class sadistic businessman. A pod floated down with a humanoid alien inside. Though the only humanoid things about it were the two legs, the five-fingered hands, and the face with a nose, mouth, and eyes like a human. The alien had a long tail, pink arms with white bone gauntlets, armor on his chest with shoulder-pauldrons jutting out, a smooth purple scalp plate, and a pair of straight horns jutting out in opposite directions from the sides of his head. The Doctor goggled.
      “…Oh…So HE’S Frieza,” she muttered. “That…well, not going to lie, that puts a damper on things.”
      “Lord Frieza, I assure you,” said Ginyu, “we’re not being idle!”
      “Then why, pray tell-?” Frieza then spotted Whis. “…Ah, being appropriately cautious. My mistake.”
      “Nice to see you again, Frieza,” greeted Whis. “Perhaps you can tell us why you need the Dragon Balls here?”
      “Oh, it’s not just the Dragon Balls,” replied Frieza. “You see, YOU shall help me in a great experiment. I already have Lord Beerus with me and-.”
      “That’s twice I’ve heard Beerus’ name,” said Rassilon.
      “Well, he IS our universe’s God of Destruction,” replied Goku.
      “ARE YOU KIDDING ME, WHIS?!” Rassilon protested at Whis.
      “Well, who else was I going to pick, since you didn’t measure up?” asked Whis. “Skalvus?” At that, Frieza laughed.
      “So a former candidate for this universe’s God of Destruction has come!” he said. “I must say, it’s quite humorous to see a human flail around as they continue to have ideas above their station!”
      “Above you, Frieza?” asked the Doctor.
      “Classy,” scoffed Frieza. “Ginyu, take them all up.”
      “Yes, Lord Frieza!” replied Ginyu.
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      Everyone was taken aboard the ship and led to a lab. “…Doctor, how many species use saucer-shaped ships?” asked William.
      “Oh, quite a lot,” replied the Doctor. “Astrans, Adipose, the Daleks, hell, us Time Lords did at one point.”
      “Only our prototype TARDIS’ were saucer-shaped,” remarked Rassilon. “That was before we made the chameleon circuit. …Speaking of which, aren’t you ever going to fix yours?”
      “I tried once,” said the Doctor. “I prefer the blue box. Besides, the old girl likes it anyways.” Rassilon rolled her eyes.
      “Ah, here we are!” called Frieza. Inside the lab was a table with various wires attached to a subject. The person looked like an anthropomorphic hairless cat with purple skin, wearing a predominantly black, blue, and gold Egyptian-looking outfit that exposed how skinny he was.
      “Beerus!” called Goku.
      “It’s not often Lord Beerus is caught napping,” remarked Whis.
      “Oh? Has he changed his ways?” asked Rassilon.
      “…Perhaps I SHOULD rephrase that,” mused Whis. “So, what’s this experiment of yours?”
      “A simple theory on whether or not creation energy and hakai energy can be blended together to one’s own ends,” replied Frieza.
      “You can’t be serious,” scoffed the Doctor. “Those are two sides of the coin that makes up the universe, they CAN’T be blended.”
      “Not without a certain…channel, shall we say?” chuckled Frieza. “That’s where an Angel like Whis comes in.” Whis giggled.
      “I must say, Lord Frieza, that IS ambitious,” he said. “But how, pray tell, do you intend to sedate me long enough?”
      “Well, for one thing, Whis…you haven’t checked your halo,” smirked Frieza. Whis blinked and looked at his halo. On either side seemed to be clamps attached to wires. Frieza pressed a button and energy surged through Whis, putting him into painful convulsions. Frieza then pulled out a strange headpiece with a red eye lens covering his right eye. He pressed a button on the headpiece and smirked as readings flashed on the lens. “And there it goes! Your power level is dropping to that of a mortal! Same technique I used with Beerus here.”
      “You cease that vile experiment at once!” demanded Rassilon.
      “Ginyu, that woman’s power level is higher than your current body’s,” directed Frieza. “Shut her up.”
      “With pleasure, Lord Frieza!” replied Ginyu. He then grabbed Rassilon and made her face him.
      “What are you going to do?!” demanded William.
      “Ginyu, NO!” shouted Goku.
      “CHANGE NOW!” announced Ginyu. Rassilon was frozen, almost petrified, as a spectral image of Ginyu entered Rassilon’s body. Ginyu’s body then collapsed.
      “This is bad!” gulped Goku. “He’s changed bodies with her!” Rassilon’s face then formed a grin…and she made a ridiculous pose!
      “And here we have it!” she announced…or rather, HE announced. It wasn’t Rassilon talking, it was Ginyu!
      “What are you trying to do, you creep?!” shouted Bulma. “You let Rassilon go right now or-!”
      “Hold on, what did you say that name was?” asked Frieza, his tone reaching icy levels.
      “She’s Rassilon! A…what did she and the Doctor say they were…A Time King from Bramble-dee!”
      “…That’s Time LORD of Gallifrey,” corrected the Doctor. “I’m surprised you didn’t run a bio-scan, Frieza. Or check to see if a TARDIS was in the vicinity of Capsule Corp.”
      “…You’re lying through your teeth, Madam!” hissed Frieza. “The Time Lords are dead! The-!” At that moment, Ginyu clutched his new head in pain.
      “L-Lord Frieza!” he said. “S-Something’s-!” At that moment, an angry snarl crossed the face.
      “GET OUT OF MY HEAD, YOU PARASITE!” That…was NOT Ginyu!
      “Of course!” realized the Doctor. “Rassilon’s mental control over her own body is greater! No one can possess a Time Lord like that, especially not the Founder of Time Lord Society!”
      “…Gentlemen, scan for a TARDIS in the vicinity,” Frieza ordered his men. “If this woman is telling the truth, then the Daleks missed a spot as I did with the Saiyans!”
      “Frieza, I would advise against stopping us,” urged the Doctor. “We have a quest to complete and-!”
      “Lord Frieza, there IS a TARDIS!” called an alien. “Specifically, the one that looks like a blue box!” An image of the TARDIS appeared.
      “Doctor!” gulped Amy.
      “…So, you’re this so-called Doctor?” asked Frieza.
      “…I was a bit of a mustached old man when we met, but yes,” replied the Doctor. “I believe it was the Battle of Planet Frost.”
      “So it IS you, Doctor!” hissed Frieza. “Oh, I’ll take great pleasure in finishing what the Daleks started!”