It had been a few years after Zarbon had started working for Lord Frieza. The young prince, Zarbon, was only 10 years old at the time. Frieza had grown to like the young boy, very much so actually. Zarbon knew that his master cared for him, but he still knew if he were to mess up badly enough, he would be killed.

-RINGGGG RINGGGG RINGGG- The young prince groaned softly, and pressed the snoozed button on his alarm clock. He slowly sat up, and rubbed the sleep out of his golden eyes. He let out a tiny yawn as he was still very tired. He got up though, and took out hit armor and his arm and leg garments, and his boots, and sprawled them on his bed. He got himself dressed. He walked to his mirror, and brushed out his tangled green hair, then braided it. Once Zarbon had finished getting himself ready, there was a knock at the door.

Not bother to wait for Zarbon to open the door, Cooler burst in, with a young boy at his side. The boy had red skin, and long white hair. The boy was a magniman. The boy waves shyly at Zarbon.

"Meet your new roommate pretty boy!" Exclaimed Cooler and he shoved the magniman into Zarbons bedroom.

"M-my name is Jeice, mate..." said the magniman, with a slight tone of fear in his voice.

Zarbon simbly grunts, and pushes both Cooler and Jeice out of his way. It was obvious he was going to go an complaing to Lord Frieza. Zarbon would always want to be alone, or with Lord Frieza. Zarbon refused to talk to anyone else, even Zarbon didn't know why, he just felt as if, the people on the ship would dislike him. Zarbon casually walked into Frieza's room. Zarbon didnt even bother to bow his head.

"Why is that red kid my new roommate? You know how much I disklike the people here!" Zarbon whined.

"First off Zarbon, I love you, your a strong and great kid, but you know when you enter you have to at least bow down, and secondly, what makes you think you can speak to me like that?" Asked Frieza, a bit irritated.

Zarbon stoof still, he was in such a rage he didn't even think twice about it. He looked down, knowing a beating would surely be coming his way if he didn't answer, but what could he say?

Frieza foot tapped impatiently as he awaited an answer from the young boy. After a half a minute of silence, Frieza grew irritated, and smacked the child on the top of his head, messing up his hair, and making him fall to the ground. Zarbon gasped, and quickly took his hair out and began to rebraid it. He didn't seem to care that his ankle had been twisted.

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