((Author's notes::

Hey guys. Sorry for the delay.

Dragon Ball Legends, amiright? That and working on some art and music projects. But here's Chapter 25.

The next couple of chapters will be set away from Earth, I'm hoping the story doesn't slow too much

Anyway, just wanted to check in. Thanks for reading

Comments are always appreciated.

-Beepx22))

Chapter 25

Both Saiyans and the frost demon race had high metabolisms. This proved to be useful as Icer and Bea both stared at two empty bottles on a mess table. Only a bit before both bottles had contained an amber liquid, that went down smokey and smooth before turning to fire in their stomachs.

"And so, that's how Frieza met his end." Bea finished his tale with only a bit of slurring in his voice.

"I see. Well he was always arrogant and cocky. I figured he'd meet his end like that one day." Icer tipped back the empty bottle trying to draw out the last lingering drops. Failing in this task he set it back down gently. "I would have never guessed it would be to the hand of a Saiyan though. No offense, of course."

"None taken." Bea leaned back in his seat, "So, our ship is the reason you came to Earth?" Bea asked.

"Hmm, yes. I've been looking for more members of the Planetary Trade Organization. Seems our communications have broken down. At least now I know why."

Bea sat silently, marveling at sharing drink with the cousin of the monster that destroyed his race.

"Well then," said Icer, "I should be going. But first, I have to kill you, for family revenge." He lifted a finger and the mask that had been hiding his energy faded away. A thin red beam lanced out at Bea.

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"What was that?" Pikada asked, looking up from his workout. Vegeta had been allowing him to uses his gravity chamber, and Pikada had been putting in some serious work. The Prince stuck his head in the hatch.

"Did you feel that?" Vegeta asked.

Pikada looked up, "Almost felt like…"

"Frieza." They said together.

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Bea looked down at the hole in his shirt, then noticed a small tendril of smoke curling up from his beard.

He smelled charred flesh and hair, his nostrils flared in anger.

The Demon smirked with the practiced ease of arrogance that his bloodline was known for.

"Oh ho ho, I seemed to have killed you…"

"You Son of a Bitch! You singed my beard!" Bea screamed.

Icer's eyes went wide as the Saiyan appeared behind him. He felt a hand clamp down on one of his horns with an immense pressure. Then everything shifted and Icer found himself on a barren icy shelf.

Bea shoved the frost Demon to the hard packed ice.

Icer turned as his scouter started chattering wildly. It quickly counted past 2 million then exploded into a cloud of debris. He stared in disbelief as the Saiyan gazed at him, golden energy dancing around him. Only moments before he had had shaggy red hair. Now it was gold and spiky. It danced erratically in the rush of energy.

Icer got to his feet. Bea drove a hook into the demon's face.

Icer tumbled away. He had no clue that a Saiyan could get this powerful. This Bea might be perfect for his plans, if he could convince him to join.

"I gave you good drink, and this is how you repay me?" Bea said.

Icer gulped, feeling something like fear. "W-what is this?"

"This,". Bea replied, "is called Super Saiyan." He yelled, blue lightning danced over him, his hair seemed to grown slightly longer. Bea grinned with clear maliciousness. "This is Super Saiyan two."

Icer scrambled to his feet. "I knew you saiyans had a transformation, but I thought it was to that disgusting Ape form."

Bea was in a rare mood, he sensed that this creature was no real threat. He clenched his fist.

"You mean the Oozaru? That is a transformation we also have." Bea said, almost sinisterly.

Icer held his hands up, palms out. "I have a proposition for you."

Bea tilted his head slightly. "A proposition? This I have to hear."

"I am… was, the Viceroy of 'Frieza Planet 3428'…"

"Your cousin had a real flare for naming his planets…" Bea interrupted.

Icer scoffed, "Tell me about it. Anyway. A group has attacked our planet, I was seeking out Frieza to come help. I'm not strong enough, and I'm the most powerful being there."

Bea steepled his hands together. "Well that's sad. Frieza did the same thing to billions, if not trillions of other folks."

"How much do you know of our species?"

"Admittedly, not much." He rolled his eyes. "I suppose you're going to tell me?"

"If you don't mind." Icer opened his hands, resembling very much his late cousin for a moment.

"Eh, fuck it. Go ahead." Bea was just drunk enough to be more curious than angered.

"I'm sure you know of us as the Frost Demons." He began, "The truth of that is that title belongs to a very few of us. Mostly those of us from the Frieza Family, who also happen to be mutants."

Bea nodded his understanding.

"Those of us who meet this definition numbered only in the dozens to be honest. Cold, Frieza, Cooler, Chilled, Myself of course, and a few more, spread between two distinct bloodlines."

Bea lifted an eyebrow slightly, becoming interested in this tale.

Icer continued. "The rest of our People are known, at least among ourselves, as the Arcosians."

The ice winds picked up momentarily, almost as if in anticipation for the rest of the tale.

"Arcosia was once a lush world, but our race is old, as was our sun. Over the eons it shrank until the star gave just enough heat to keep the atmosphere from freezing. The wealthiest of the Arcosian elite used what few resources were left to build and send a small fleet out to find a new world. They clearly succeeded, and most of the population resettled.

The elites though decided that planetary conquest would only lead to more wealth. So our most powerful became richer, and our strongest became conquerors.

Around this time the first mutant came to be. Exceptionally strong, able to withstand the harshness of space with no protection, a true brute.

His name was Freezer. And he rained hell upon any who opposed him, including other Arcosians. He slew entire races, and he returned to the homeworld.

He went back to Arcosia.

He renamed it Freezer Planet 1."

Bea snorted. "You've got to be shitting me…"

"I assure you, my species doesn't shit people." Icer replied sternly.

Bea shrugged and motioned for Icer to continue.

The Frost Demon cleated his throat. "That trick you did to transport us to this barren waste… could we possibly return to your ship? The cold doesn't bother me, clearly, but alas my throat is parched, and one could hope for another libation."

"Sure." Bea shrugged again, "why not…" he touched Icer's arm and instant transmitted back to that mostly empty cargo bay of the ship.

No one was more surprised than Pikada and Vegeta who had just entered.

"What the hell?" They both gasped together.

Bea quickly explained the situation, and the group settled in to hear the rest of the story.

"So, Arcosia became Freezer Planet 1, and your esteemed ancestor started an intergalactic empire that stretched across the stars, until very recently?" Bea asked.

"Basically. As worlds fell the rich elite bought them up, giving more resources, allowing the fleet to expand, which lead to more conquered worlds."

He looked upward before continuing. "Of all the families and clans only two produced mutants. And as they became stronger, they became arrogant. Around four hundred earth years ago they clashed. Freezer clan versus the Reóta clan. Entire star systems were destroyed."

Bea slid Icer a glass half filled with an amber liquid. The Frost Demon swirled it and sniffed the beverage. He nodded his thanks and took a sip.

"Smokey, subtlety sweet… very nice." He took another sip then looked through the trio of saiyans, almost as if he could peer through time itself.

"Power. Power breeds arrogance, and no species has ever basked in arrogance as we Arcosians have. Unfortunately arrogance also breeds pride, and pride often leads to a downfall.

In our case, pride led to the destruction of three-fourths of our population, and all but a few of the mutant subspecies. The Freezers won, the Reóta were eradicated, and the Crusade across the universe began anew."

He stopped, his eyes focused. "Forgive me, I'm rambling."

Bea, Pikada, and Vegeta all eyed him intently. This was all new information to them. Frieza had purposefully kept his race's history a secret, and now they were receiving it from his own cousin.

Vegeta interrupted the silence. "So, your lot killed your adversaries, took over most of the galaxy, eradicated my people with no warning, and now?"

"Not as succinct as I'd put it, but yes, that's the gist of it." Icer paused. He looked almost ashamed. He took a deep breath and continued.

"But now the Arcosian outposts are being wiped out. It seems that one of the

Reóta clan survived after all. Now he seeks revenge against all remaining Arcosians. Especially us Frost demons. And I fear I might be the last of the mutant demons still in this realm. Well besides Fhuar, the being that's killing off my race."

The three saiyans looked at one another.

"So. There's my story. I was looking for Frieza, Cooler, Cold, any of them to aid me against Fhuar. Now I know they're all dead, and I'm placed in the position of begging saiyans for help." Icer finished, contempt sneaking into his voice.

Vegeta stood and turned his back. "Beg elsewhere, I will never work for your kind again." He strolled from the room.

Bea looked at Pikada. Pikada shrugged. Bea nodded.

"What's your offer?" He asked.

Icer looked surprised. "Offer?"

"Listen, Icer, we're mercenaries. That means we do dirty deeds for exorbitant amounts of credits. If the right price is agreed on, we'll fight your war."

The negotiations began.

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"No. Absolutely not." Yamcha stuck his chest out in defiance as he crossed his arms over it.

Bea smirked. Angel glowered at her significant other. Pikada turned to hide his amusement.

"And just why not?" She asked, her voice dripping with a saccharine sweetness.

"Because!" He stammered and pointed an accusing finger at her companions. "I don't want to see you wind up like these two! Dead, or half android!"

"One-eighth at best." Pikada remarked brightly.

"You're the one to talk about dying…". Bea said dryly.

Yamcha looked ready to square up. Part of Bea wished he would, he'd show this bastard all about dying.

Then the human visibly deflated.

"What about Piki?" Yamcha said in a mumble.

"She's a tough kid. A couple of months away from her mom won't bother her."

"What if this other Frieza-guy kills you?! Then what Angel?"

This time it was Angel that deflated. She looked at Bea and Pikada. "I'll have to let you know. Yamcha and I need to discuss this.

"It's okay to say no, Angel. You have a family now, there will be no hard feelings if you can't come along."

With that Bea turned and walked away with Pikada just a few steps behind.

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Bea sat at a console clicking through a checklist. Even though the ship hadn't been used as anything besides a home since the Cell games, it was still in a remarkable state of readiness. "You guys kept her ship shape." He quipped to Pikada.

"Yeah, never knew when we'd need to leave. Never thought it would be to help someone like him out." He replied jerking a thumb towards the larger ship hovering past their view port.

"All systems are green, initialize vertical thrusters and once we've cleared fifteen feet, bring in the landing gear." Bea watched the numbers displaying across his screen closely.

"We've reached hovering altitude. Landing legs retracting." Pikada states.

"Bring her around, let's see our shoving off party."

Slowly the ship rotated until the crowd gathered at the top of a hill was visible. All of the Earthlings in their group of friends had come, along with Vegeta and Piccolo. At the front stood Angel, holding Piki. She wouldn't meet Bea or Pikada's gaze. Bea turned on the external loud speaker.

"We'll be back. Soon. Angel, cheer up! If we end up needing you I'll instant transmission back for you. Piki, take care of your mom."

Then the speaker snapped off. The assembled folks waved. Angel gave a hesitant grin. Bea and Pikada waved back. Then the ships climbed in unison away from Earth.