Raising Freeza

Old King Cold

Was nasty and old

And the ugliest man you'll see

Cooler was his first

And Freeza came next

And they made a family of three.

Now Cooler was a killer

A very fine killer

And made his father quite proud,

But Freeza, you'll see

Found he couldn't be

Everything his father wanted

King Cold sat aboard his mighty X-3 cruiser, observing the bridge from his high throne and keeping a close eye on his crew. His long, curved black horns shone dangerously in the dim light, his blood red eyes showed no emotion. He tapped his tail against the floor.

His eldest son, Cooler, stood by his side. To be honest, he was thoroughly bored. At first, watching the stars and planets fly by was amazing, but he soon realised that it was going to be a long, long, time until he got to destroy anything. Hey, is that a fly on the wall?

Cold looked down at his eldest. Ten cycles, and he was already a great purger. Soon, he'd be old enough to command his own army. Unfortunately, his attention span left something to be desired.

The doors to the lift swished open, and an Andorran walked in. The poor blue man looked exhausted, dragging his feet and hair out of place.

"Ah, Sensei Tusket." Cold greeted. "How are things go--?"

"I quit." Tusket interrupted.

Several crewmen cowered. Nobody interrupted King Cold.

"What do you mean?" Cold demanded.

"That brat! I can't take it! Your son... I tried everything I could think of!" Tusket began weeping.

"You're one of the best fighting masters in the galaxy, Sensei Tusket. Surely you can handle a seven-cycle-old? Or is he too strong even for you?" Cold chuckled.

"You misunderstand me. We didn't even get to the fighting! He just wanted to play Pokemon. Pokemon!" Tusket shuddered. "I don't even know what one is!"

Cooler sniggered behind his hand. Cold glared at the Andorran.

"Are you saying you failed? You know how I reward failure." He replied icily.

"I don't care! Just get me away from him!" The man wailed.

King Cold waved his arm, sending a powerful surge of energy at Tusket. Within seconds, all that was left of the great Sensei was a smoking black mark on the floor.

'I was so sure Tusket could do it.' King Cold thought. 'Freeza has been disobedient since he came back from his mother's. It was a mistake letting her bring him up. I'm glad I destroyed her.'

An old Cha-num was mopping up the remnants of the Andorran.

Cold got up and waltz out into the turbo lift.

Cooler smirked. "Now I'm in control."

Cold marched down the corridors to his son's room, literally stepping on all who got in his way. Utterly furious at Freeza's behaviour and having to destroy Sensei Tusket, he was determined to sort the whole thing out now.

The sight that met his eyes once he opened the door was one of complete horror.

The boy was jumping on the bed, ice-cream in hand, wearing a blue Pokemon shirt. He was attempting to eat the tasty iced treat while jumping, resulting in the chocolaty goodness being spread all over his face. His clothes were all over the floor, his sheets were getting a thorough crumpling, toys hung from the lighting, the drawers, the doorway and he'd drawn horrid pictures of rockets and flowers and fuzzy things!

Cold shut the door, and willed his heart to slow. Then, taking a deep breath opened the door again. Freeza was gone!

Cold swung his head around, searching for the small boy who moments earlier had been on his bed. The bed, the corner, the toy box... he wasn't anywhere!

A giggle came from Cold's feet.

He looked down.

"Hiya, Dad!" Freeza laughed. "I tricked you!"

Cold glared at his son in utter fury. When the boy didn't cower, he picked him up and threw him onto the bed.

"I just talked to Sensei Tusket." He said icily.

Freeza didn't reply. Instead, he picked up the ice-cream he'd left on the bed and continued licking.

"He said that you were disobedient." Cold glared. "That you didn't do as you were told."

Freeza looked at the ground, kicking his feet. "Sorry, Dad."

"What did you say?" Cold seethed.

"I said, I apologise, Father." Freeza pouted.

"You will be punished, Freeza." Cold frowned. "You will learn to fight. You must learn that you cannot be disobedient, to me or to your teachers."

"But why?" Freeza whined.

"Did you just question my decision?" Cold stepped forward.

"No!" Freeza said hurriedly. "I didn't! I swear!"

Cold growled. "You are confined to your room, Freeza, until you change your attitude to your studies."

Freeza nodded.

Cold walked out. Before the door closed, he turned his head back to the youth on the bed.

"And clean your room! It's filthy."

As soon as Cold was out of sight, Freeza started jumping on the bed again.