Next Chapter is now posted! I'm sad to say we are nearing the end of this exciting story. May be only 1-2 chapters left after this one. Enjoy :)

3 Years Later...

Icera was huffing and puffing a little by now. But she wasn't ready to let her Daddy know she gives up. They have been training now for about three hours and so far she has yet to lay a single scratch on him. But she was determined, and refused to back down. She wasn't going to quit until she landed a hit on her Father. "Give up yet, Little One?" Frieza asked. Icera just shakes her head and gets back down into her fighting stance. Frieza started training Icera a year and a half ago at just three years old. Now at the age of four and a half, she's really come a long way since then. He was intrigued and astounded just how naturally and quickly she took to training. After her very first couple bouts of training she started to pick up the moves and nail them after only a few tries. The fact that she was half human didn't mean much of anything. She still possessed the speed, accuracy, and strength of her Father. In the past Frieza always took pride in his powerful status at being near the top and from a young age was groomed to be a prodigy. But even then he was not nearly as proud of it like he was proud of his Daughter. She was turning out to be a promising young fighter. At first Waverly was a bit nervous and concerned when her Husband inquired he'd like to start training her. But he promised his anxious Wife that he would not go too hard on her. Eventually she caved and allowed it. Not because Frieza asked, but because of the puppy dog eyes Icera was giving her on the subject. The little girl knew all too well neither of her parents could resist when she gave them that look. Icera never let them forget just how bright she truly was for her age. Ever since she was a tot, she was always advanced for her age. Right now she was reading, writing, and doing math at a third grade level. They never really bothered much with daycare or even preschool for her. Frieza was more than happy to tutor and teach her. She loved learning and could never wait to start something new. She was a very good problem solver and strategist. It was traits like these that made him want to train the small girl. He could see between her cleverness and strength she had more than enough potential to be a great fighter. She was just so much like him at this age. Even Waverly would tease him and refer to her as Mini Frieza from time to time. The girl even had her Father's mannerisms which Waverly found too cute. But that didn't mean her daughter didn't have any of her traits. Icera had her Mom's attitude, stubbornness, and was headstrong. It was this stubbornness that wasn't allowing her to quit during this intense training session with her Daddy. "No, I want to keep going," she told him with a look of determination. He smiled and got back down into a fighting stance. Icera charged him and he blocked an oncoming punch to the face. She didn't stop there. She was hailing in one punch after another to different locations, trying to find an opening, or catch him off guard. He liked that she wasn't focusing her hits to one general area. One of the first things he taught her in training is try not to be predictable with your moves. Icera always followed her Father's instructions as closely as possible. Despite her young age, she was quite the perfectionist. It was important to her to try and get everything right. She also wanted to please her Daddy, because fighting was important to him and always a big part of his life. She started to mix kicks in with her punches and going faster. Frieza went from defensive to trading in some of his own hits so she can work on blocking, ducking, and deflecting. He aimed a punch at her, but she ducked and his fist went sailing over her head. She quickly dove between his legs. Something she hasn't done before. But it worked in throwing her Father off and surprising him. As he was turning to face Icera who was now behind him, he was met with a swift and powerful punch to his left cheek. The force of her hit actually threw him forward and down to the ground several yards away.

Icera quickly flew over to her Daddy, who has yet to get up from the ground. He was laying sprawled on his stomach when she reached him. She got on her knees to shake his shoulder and ask if he was okay. Before Icera could move, quick as lightning Frieza's tail shot out and grabbed the surprised child around the waist and lifted her off the ground. He then rolled over onto his back and smirked up at his little girl who was now dangling over him by his tail. "Hey no fair, Daddy! This is cheating!" she said between laughs while trying to pry his tail from her. He chuckles and brings her in closer, "Fights are not always going to be fair, Darling. Fighting in tournaments with rules or sparring with friends is one thing. But an enemy will never fight fair. They sometimes will cheat and fight dirty. You must always be prepared for this when it happens. Never let your guard down or give them the benefit of a doubt." He leaned in closer to whisper in her ear. "Even I will not always play fair." As soon as he finished that statement he continued to hold her in place with his tail and started tickling her. Peals of laughter and shrieks came from the writhing girl. His grin widened, "Give up yet, My Little Icera?" She shouted, "Never!" Between laughs. By now he was sitting up and had the winded child on his lap. Icera figured if she couldn't break free of his tail, then she would grab the offending hands mercilessly attacking her sides. She grabbed his hands and pulled them away from her. Frieza actually had to put a little more strength in to try and break his hands and wrists out of her grasps. No doubt about it, for one so young; she was already very strong. He may go as far as to say she may well be even stronger than he was at her age. She kept resisting for the next few moments. Then she did something that she never done before today that left him wide eyed and stunned. She pulled off her very first 'Power Up.' He has yet to teach her the basics and her she was, doing it all on her own. His arms slowly began to slack until he was no longer pushing. Icera noticed the big difference when her Daddy stopped resisting. She powered down and released his hands. He had a look of adoration on his face when he pulled his little girl in for a big hug. "You just continue to keep pushing your limits and surprise me. Don't you, Love?" Frieza said then kissed her cheek. Icera pulled back with a big smile on her face. It faltered a little when she finally noticed the scrape and bruise on his own cheek from where she punched him. She leaned back in and kissed the injured cheek. "Is it better now that I kissed it Daddy? Mommy always did say kisses make booboos all better." He chuckles, of course his Wife would tell her that. "Yes, it feels so much better." "Does this mean I win?" Icera asks her Father with a big shit eating grin, that looks so much like her Mother's. He starts laughing, "Yes, alright you managed to land a hit. So you win." She pumps her fists into the air, "Yay!" then wraps her arms around his shoulders for another hug. He returns the hug with equal fervor and tells her he's very proud of her. "Hey!" said a voice closing in from their left. Frieza and Icera pull back slightly from the hug to see Goku flying over with Vegeta. Icera got excited and started waving at them, Hi Uncle Goku and Uncle Vegeta!" Frieza's eye twitches slightly, don't think he will ever get use to his daughter calling those two monkeys her Uncles. It started as far back when Icera was two years old. Out of the blue she started referring to Goku and Vegeta as 'Uncle'. When Frieza told the toddler that they weren't her Uncles and asked why she called them that. She just shrugs and says it's because he is always out all the time playing with them and rough housing with them, as if they were his brothers. She got it in her head since she would sometimes see Gohan and Goten fighting or playing together. Icera knew the two half saiyans were brothers and thought it was probably the same for how Frieza, Goku, and Vegeta act towards each other. Goku would sometimes bring Pan over to their house to play. And Goku would sit on the floor and play with them both sometimes. Since she sees both men very frequently in her young life, she started labeling them her Uncles.

"Hey what are you guys up to? You training again?" asked a smiling Goku. While Vegeta stood there with his trademark scowl with his arms crossed. Icera nodded excitedly and proceeded to tell her Uncles from the very beginning to the present about her tough training session with her Daddy. Goku listened, enjoying the exciting story she was telling him. Vegeta raised an eyebrow, seemingly interested in what the little girl was saying. But was surprised when Icera told them she manage to land a hit on her Father and pointed to his banged up cheek. "Your telling us a small child did that to your face?" Vegeta asked Frieza. Her Daddy smiled and looked at her with a hint of pride. "Yes, it's as exactly as she put it. She's getting smarter and more tactical with her moves." Goku congratulated the small girl and gave her a high five. Vegeta would never admit it. But he was impressed. Frieza was tough, it was hard to make a dent in damaging him during a fight. In the past he was never able to do even that. Yet, this small child managed it in no time. 'Frieza was always revered as a prodigy child in his youth. Could his daughter be one as well?' he thought. It shouldn't be all that surprising. After all Frieza's Bloodline always did produce powerful warriors, even for their race. But even Vegeta never thought that would be the case here. Icera was a halfbreed and not a full blooded arcosian. He believed her human side would make her albeit weaker. He couldn't have been more wrong. "Did you come here to train too?" asked the tiny girl. Goku's smile widen, "Sure did, was going to ask your Dad if he wanted to join in for some sparring. If you guys are still training though, that's cool. We can do it another time. Her eyes lit up, "Can I watch!?" Frieza looked at her, "Aren't you tired and want to go home?" But the young girl just shakes her head. "I don't see why not, could probably learn a thing or two from observing," said Goku. Frieza sighs and looks to Icera, "Alright, but at any point when you want to leave, just let me know." She beams and hugs her Father yet again. He situated her on a large boulder, far enough away from the sparring. Yes, their sparring can get really intense. The three men started their fight on the ground. But after a few minutes they took to the sky. They spent a good portion of sparring in their base forms, before ascending to the next level. About a couple hours into their sparring is when they finally reached their strongest forms. Her Father in his 'Golden Form' and her Uncles in their 'Blue Form' with their pretty blue hair. At this point they started moving so fast it was tricky for her to follow. Every now and then they would slow down from trading blows and switch over to using different varieties of ki blasts. Most of the blasts were knocked up into the sky. While some hit the earth on the opposite side of where she was sitting. The explosions from the ki made the earth shake underneath her. She wasn't afraid though. She was use to seeing these things from her Daddy and Uncles whenever they trained. "Hello Icera, enjoying the sparring matches?" came the light voice of Whis behind her. She turned around and ran to the tall blue man. She wrapped her arms around his legs, hugging him. "Hi Whis! Yeah, it's so cool!" She then noticed Lord Beerus standing behind his much taller attendant. "Hi Lord Beerus! Are you going to train with them too!?" The destroyer smirks at the small child and pats her head. "Why bother, it's more entertaining watching them beat the crap out of each other." They've come along way from when she nearly ripped his ears out of his skull when she was a baby. For the longest time he steered clear of her since that incident. But as she got a little older and more mature he loosened up a bit more around the child. That and he was also intrigued by the large power she already harnessed at her age. Before the two saiyans came out here, he sensed her 'power up' from earlier when training solo with her Father. It certainly was higher than usual compared to some of the other kids. Whis saw her potential too. He would like to ask Frieza one day if he can partake in her training in the near future. The blue man studied the child as she continued to watch the others spar. 'There is a very strong possibility...she may even well surpass her Father one day,' Whis thought.

"Tell me Icera, do you see any errors on their part? Maybe something that needs improvement?" asked Whis. She turns back to the fight, narrows her eyes, and really concentrates on their movements. "Uncle Vegeta is too forceful with his hits. It's throwing him off, making him miss more. Uncle Goku seems to leave his gut unguarded quite a bit. Which leaves him open for contact hits. Daddy is way too focused on fighting on the offensive and not enough on the defensive. If he keeps doing that it will leave him more open to attacks." Whis nods and glances at Lord Beerus. The destroyer himself is quite impressed by her analysis, "Fascinating." The fight went on for a couple more hours, until the sun started setting. That's when they decided to call it a day. They all flew back to the boulder that Icera was on. Which was also now still occupied by Lord Beerus and Whis. Once they landed she ran to her Daddy who picked her up. "Well, was it to your expectations?" he asked his daughter. She nodded vigorously, "Yeah, it was Awesome! You all were really great!" Whis approached them, "Well, as always you all are definitely still improving and getting stronger. But there is still some room for improvement from each of you. Even young Icera here was pointing them out while watching the fight with us." The three surprised fighters now all had their gaze on her. Her cheeks turn pink and she hides her face in her Father's shoulder. Frieza puts a finger under her chin and redirects her gaze to his. "Really? That true, Icera?" She bites her lip and nods, another cute quirk she got from her Mom. "And where do we need such improvements?" her Father asked. She looks at him sheepishly, "Ummm, you were fighting too much offensively and not enough defensively. That would've left you open for more attacks. Uncle Goku left his tummy unguarded a lot. Leaving him open for more contact hits. And Uncle Vegeta was try too hard. His hits were so forceful they were throwing him off and making him miss more." She said rather shyly. Frieza smiles, "You did very well then, Darling." She looks at him wide eyed, "You mean you knew?" Goku put a hand on her shoulder, "Your Dad wanted to see if you can assess flaws and mistakes during a battle. So we threw in mistakes to see if you could pinpoint them. Awesome job by the way." She heard her Uncle Vegeta grumbling behind them, "Speak for yourself. I'm not that forceful with my hits." Of course this got him a chorus from the other four adults. All of them saying in sync, "Yes, you are." This made Vegeta's eyes widen and his cheeks turn a little pink. He turns away with a very audible, "Hmph" and crosses his arms. Causing them all to chuckle. "Well, I don't know about you guys. But I'm starving, so I'll be heading home. Later you guys!" Goku waves and takes off. Vegeta didn't say anything, just turned around and took off as well. "Frieza, I've been meaning to ask. But by any chance sometime in the future will you allow me to take Icera up on her training? I'm not trying to take away your job as teacher. Just a few sessions here and there." asked Whis. This surprised Frieza, normally the destroyer and his attendant never asked to take up pupils. It made Frieza a little weary at first. "Just what would these sessions entail exactly, Whis?" The blue man smiles, "Nothing too extreme, just some techniques that could prove useful in her future." Lord Beerus then cuts in, "If your concerned she maybe getting groomed to be the next destroyer, then rest assure that this is not the case. Your child merely has great potential that both Whis and Myself have found quite intriguing." Icera looked on wide eyed at what they just offered. She turned back to her Father. He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, "That will be your decision when your ready, Love. I know one day I will not be able to make all the decisions for you." She smiles and switches her gaze back to Whis and the destroyer. "When I'm ready, yeah, I would like that. But I don't think I'm really ready yet." Internally Frieza let out a sigh of relief at this. They smile and respect her answer, "Not a problem at all. You know how it works. All you need to do is call us when the time comes. We will take our leave now. We'll see you all again soon. Bulma has already promised us this fancy new dessert for when we visit again." And with that, Whis taps his staff on the ground, a bioluminescent light engulfs them, and their both gone. The two were now alone, soon Frieza and Icera took off, heading for home themselves.

That's it for this action packed chapter! Until Next Time ;)