Hi everyone! So I'm happy that I'm finally playing tribute to my favorite DBZ character, I hope you like my story! I will post a warning of what to expect of the story with each chapter, as I do with all my other stories. ^_^ Warning: Scenes of violence, death OC's , maybe some boyxboy thrown in too, in the very later chapters. (Don't like then don't read)

-Pre Namek-

In the darkest parts of the ever expanding abyss of space, one lone ship floated through the tumultuous explosions and shadow swept curtain of space. It's engines roared like a tribe of warriors marching to war. It was like a large saucer, circle and completely round but there were defined features to it which would have warped anyone's eyes wide with disbelief upon seeing it. Giant purple orbs bulging out the sides as viewing ports while the ship itself had an array of spider like spiked legs which would pierce into any ground upon arrival of wherever they needed to be. Any terrain, any situation and yet the ship was large enough to carry the small army which took up residency inside of it under the actions and orders of their lord. The crew worked tirelessly around the clock, out of devotion and mostly fear to the orders of the lord and emperor who ruled over them.

But the story begins as that figure stood in the large expanse of their own room, at the viewing port, staring out across the darkness. Their eyes almost seemingly glowing hungrily like large blood drops. The darkness around their eyes contrasted wildly to the harsh cold expanse of their porcelain white skin. Their head consisted of no hair like a human but a sleek purple exoskeleton substance which resembled a dome over their head while their skin curved to it. Dark lines like thin and deep scars of black war paint swept down their cheek and across the neck of their toned but incredibly slender form. Along their shoulders to large bulbs of the same purple exoskeleton structure which to some eyes looked like that of amethyst ore. But with a chest made of the same substance and with the deceptively strong slender form with it, the figure was the the mightiest force known across the universe... but still. Their eyes still locked onto what they craved most.

The stars, countless hundreds of them, so far and so indescribable on first glance, for countless thousands of years, that has been the way of it. But it was never enough just to see them. To want them was the need that filled the figure above all other. The need to take, control, to rule.

To conquer.

It was set deeply into their blood as was the upbringing which had dragged them through the coldest and the darkest of nights and days.

But for everything. Everything that they did now, there was an alternative motive behind it. There was now a real reason for them to have to find and conquer. To be the strongest. For them to be the ultimate force among this or any galaxy. He would make sure that there was nothing that could threaten what he kept dear. There would be nothing to destroy what he had worked for hardest among all else.

Not some stupid legend. Not some stupid and ridiculous fear of his own subconscious. No. He would rise above his own fear. To be the strongest. To make sure that he kept what was his.

"H-yah! H-yah! a-AGHH!"

He paused, snapping his head around to where the doorway of the room was. His three large toes extending and digging into the ground at first as he gazed past the large double bed where the sheets were set freshly. The bed looked nearly all but unused, but considering he spent the majority of his time and the long hours of their travels on the bridge, it was of no surprise, to him at least, anyway.

But now as the sound filled the large round black circles of his ears, he found his interested peaked, while his eyes narrowed and he frowned, his feet barely touching the ground as a large and thick coil of a white tail unrolled out behind him while he glided across the surface and to the sliding door. People freezing and paling with fear at the very mere glance of him, rushing back into the various research rooms or armories they had just came out of, or just freezing in the hallway, saluting him.

He could hear their frantic and horrified heartbeats screaming out wildly at him as he passed by.

Fear. That's what kept their loyalty, that and the fact that he was the highest bidder. His power, the pure and raw power which rushed through his veins. The power of the name of his family. The blood lust which craved through him. The sheer abilities that he could do which most other disgusting species couldn't even dream of! It was what rose him above the rest of the scum out there. He came from a race where they could crush the others.

More than enough worlds had already come under his deemed judgment to be vanquished.

And he had done it without remorse.

Power had always been his interest. Being taught and having that fact crushed into his mind at an early age of a hatchling had taught him that. His own father had crushed all thought and exposure of freedom to the side, teaching him that the world's he would take, their freedom would be his. Only when he had the billions bowing beneath him would he ever be truly free. Until the time that he did, he would be a slave to weakness.

But he had always been a natural. A prodigy from birth, a killer from his youngest ages and a emperor not much longer after that. But now at the height of his rule, he ruled with an iron fist. He had the universe in fear of his name, and not before long he would spread out his family's power enough, so that was the reality. He would have everything. Everything. He would be a slave to no one and nothing. No fear or amount of his own families prophecy would ever come to rival what he would one day give to what all this power truly meant to him. What all this interest in collecting and conquering worlds had become about.

But his real interest was now locked onto the room in front of him as the two doors divided in half and ripped back from each other to reveal the training room inside. It was a humble area, meant only for the maggots of the ship to train in, but as he lent up against the doorway he crushed his power level down to be below the whispers of the others as he took a step into the shadows and lent against the doorway, his eyes scouring over the white floor. Various extreme adaptable simulators lined the room, while connecting to the medical laboratories nearby where the soldiers would go and try to genetically strengthen their body. But with the various training equipment around, there was also a fighting square set up in the middle of the room.

A single spot light shined down into the arena as a smug soldier dodged back and forth, barely raising their hands with the effort to meet the small, pale white fists which were punched full force into them. "Come on!" The soldier barked. "What was that you little runt! That was pathetic!" The soldier snapped.

The figure felt a cold wave of anger blaze through their eyes and restricted their energy flow with a tighter grip as they knew it would easily flare if they were angered.

The man was dressed in the usual armour which the army all wore. A plated black armour around the lower torso which moved up to a lighter hazelnut brown colour around the top. The soldier was relatively old, sworn to secrecy of his duties and of who he was now tutoring to learn to fight.

The figure had considered the duties of training the student themselves, but had not wanted for the person to go through the same trials and hardship they had... though he knew that sooner or later, he would end up teaching the student himself.

He just tried to prolong it as much as possible, hoping that the student would show the same initiative he had as a child and there would be no need. But that wasn't the case at the moment, as it seemed.

Te student was a small child, with a slender body, harsh pale white skin, just like the figure with the same cold and haunting, glaring blood red eyes. The same markings across the face. In fact, the resemblance between the figure and the child were almost completely alike. With the exception that the child instead of a perfect spherical like top of the head, had a line of sharp spikes moving across the top of the deep emerald jewel like substance. The spikes were curved at the top wickedly and went from where the front of brow had been and back to the lower of the neck, all moving in one symmetrical direction. The child was small, about only a third of the figure's height, slightly undeveloped but growing each and every day.

The child's eyes were full of focus as they gritted their teeth, flaring their nostrils while the faint light caught on the dark green of the exoskeleton structure from their body, like the figure just again, the outside of the arms, the lower of the legs, the head, the shoulders and the chest. "I'LL CRUSH YOU!" The child screamed, lunging out quickly and the figure found themselves surprised to see at first how slower the child appeared since the last time they had seen them.

But now as they watched they understood why: heavy weights attached to the child's legs, making it incredibly harder for the child to move faster, meaning they had to resort to other such skills when the soldier back at them without mercy, bringing down full punches and aiming to hit the child square in the face.

The child brought up their tail in time to wrap it around the soldier's wrist but they were flung aside like a toy doll at the wall, groaning and calling out, "Daddy!", as they slumped and fell to their knees, panting for breath. Their tail curling around them as they tried to catch their breath. The soldier however kept it up.
"Do not stop!" The man shouted. "In battle you cannot stop! Your enemy will come down on you much harder than I ever will! The only reason I'm not kicking your worthless little ass or telling your father that you're so pathetic is that this job is keeping me alive!" The soldier bellowed, landing a few decent kicks onto the child's chest who screamed out.

"Was."

The soldier snapped their head up instantly and found their body froze in place. "Lord Freiza!"

Slowly the figure stepped from the shadows, letting go of the almighty grip on their power and letting it's aura blaze like an exploding inferno through the room. The effect was instantaneous as the child looked away in shame but the man's eyes widened, filled with an impossible amount of blind fear while he trembled violently. "I-I'mpossible!" The man whimpered, trying to turn away but finding he had no control left over his body. The incredible power of Frieza's aura drowned him beyond any sense which could be put into him.
"Blizzard." Frieza said gently, looking over to the child. "This is your chance." He kept his tone soft. "Kill him."

The child looked up for a moment and Frieza saw the desperate and craving hunger for that in the boy's eyes. The hatred for being beaten b the soldier. For being humiliated. It burnt so wildly, so impossibly hot like a white fire. But the child only turned their gaze away and back down to the floor. "Good." Frieza took each step in his leisure, tilting his neck and the bone breaking crunch filled the air but a smirk only played out along his dark purple lips. His red eyes wondering if this man's blood were the same colour. His fingers flexing slightly. "I really had no intention of getting my hands dirty so late in the evening." He purred softly.

The smirk became incredibly deeper as a small rounded purple ball, perhaps that the size that, lesser than a tear drop, formed above his pale finger. It sparked faintly and the man just stood there, staring horrified as he knew what was coming. "Lord Frieza! Please! I mean't no disrespect! I only wanted to teach the child! I kept the secret! I didn't say anything-"
"Good." Frieza grinned. "It means I won't have to go and hunt down any one else on this ship to kill as well."
"PLEASE!" The man screamed. "I was only trying to get a reaction out of the child! I only wanted for him to find that fire- I SERVED LOYALY SINCE-"

The man gasped as the small ball floated from Frieza's finger tips and into his mouth, sliding down his throat.

The man began to look down at his body in horror, staring at himself while Frieza just grinned.

"You shouldn't have touched my son." He said gently.

Before closing his fist.

And the man's head exploded, painting the walls red with crimson blood and splattering bones and parts of his brain across the floor as the body slumped, pouring out blood into a pool around him.

"Filthy scum." Frieza growled, before turning and running over to his child, allowing himself the freedom of the gesture now that the soldier wasn't around.

Blizzard had a splatter of the soldier's blood across his cheek where the explosion radius had caught him, but mostly the boy had his head turned away from his father, who crouched down and kept an arm wrapped around him. "Are you okay my prince?" He asked, wrapping his arm around the seven year old boy and standing him up so that he could look over the damage.

A few bruises to the cheek where he had been kicked, and some heavier ones to the ribs but they were already fading as the boy's genetic healing kicked in, a trait he had luckily inherited from their race and clan. There were no signs of breakages, or any signs of there being any other trauma, but the boy kept his eyes cast down low on the ground for a long moment, till Frieza wrapped his tail under the boy's chin and tinted the matching crimson gaze up to meet his. "Blizzard Venom, you answer me." He stated.
"I am okay... Lord Frieza."
"There are no soldiers around my prince."
"B-but you are Lord. You are emperor." Blizzard said softly, looking up at his father with those emotional eyes. Those eyes which had not yet abandoned mercy, love, kindness, or been cursed to burden the entirety of hate. They were the eyes which Frieza wished to always keep on his son, but knew that it was growing harder. It was becoming harder of a secret to keep the boy's existence hidden. To keep it hidden from his clan, to keep it hidden from the ship.

To keep it hidden from his enemies.

It was the main reason why they were heading back to their home world after having sent a few scouts out to check out some new territory and recover a new world, or destroy it. Which ever one came to Frieza's leisure. His voice was no longer the cold hiss like it was whenever he was with the crew, but now only the same and single tone his son ever heard. "For now." Frieza nodded.
"For now?" Blizzard, repeated. Confused by his father's words, but taking comfort as his father pulled him closer and held him.
"One day, we will raise above the universe and everything else. My fool of a father will be deposed by me. Your uncle scattered to the four corners of the galaxy and I will be king of the universe. I shall rule over it all." He purred, his own vision blinding his power drunk eyes. "And you. My little egg. The egg I carried around inside of me till you was ready to hatch and come forth. My child who will become not lord of the universe but Prince. You shall have it all.
"B-But." Blizzard whimpered, and Frieza tilted his head slightly, looking down at his son as the boy couldn't meet his gaze. Almost like he was scared.
"But what?" Asked asked quietly.
"But why do we do this father? All this killing? All this murder!"
"Because I love you." Frieza gave the same answer as he pulled the boy close, holding him for a long second. Imagining the life where he would not have to hide the almighty future force which would be his son. For day when he was so feared that no one would dare try to even look at him. A future where he would have everything for him and his child. The universe at their complete control!
"Nothing, no one will ever be able to stop us." Frieza whispered softly, like his dreams of blood and power could truly answer the reasons of the gentle child's questions.
"But now it is time for you to learn how to fight, to learn what is in your blood. You will learn to defend yourself. Tomorrow morning." Frieza stated gently, looking his child in the mirroring crimson blood like eyes, using the edge of his tail to wipe away the splatter of the dead soldier's blood from the boy's cheek. "But for now it is time for you sleep my Prince. I must return to the bridge. I can walk you back to your room if you want? Or-"
"It's okay, I can make my way back to my own room... Sir." Blizzard nodded, lowering his gaze away from his father, avoiding the gaze pointed to him.
"Take my room for tonight, it's closer. I won't be going back there anyway."
"Yes sir." Blizzard nodded, standing still like an statue till his father stepped back and the boy kicked away the weights on his leg, sprinting out of the room in near enough of a flash.

But the look on his face was just as good as seared into Frieza's mind.

All those people, all those soldiers, worlds, even the galaxies out there which feared him. Were terrified just by his very name. The amount of time he had spent conquering, becoming the most feared force in the universe.

And the one person who he wished wasn't scared of him, perhaps feared him the most.

So with a cold and harsh glare, he felt his body crumpling in on itself. The harsh pain of such an agonizing transformation reverting back to his first form, letting his body create the buffers which limited his own power, his own crew barely scarce having seen the extent of his true body and true power.

He swept out the room, up the corridor, killing one guard as he went on the way for his own internal frustration, still seeing the scared and horrified look on his son's face.

Tomorrow would bring it's own challenges for him.