"Will you be my Friend?"
By Rebma
Summary: A story about Frieza when he was small.
"Daddy..." Frieza said almost too quietly. He was always so soft spoken...even
around his parents. His father, who was walking ahead of him, turned his head around.
"Yes, son?" He asked, his long curved horns glinting in the lights hanging in the large
metal hall. Frieza stopped walking for a moment, and tugged at the blue and white striped
collar of his little sailor suit. "I don't want to go to school..." his father, King Kold, curled
his white tipped tail in frustration, then whiped it around to the other side of his body.
"Why not?" He asked, turning all the way around to address his son more appropriately.
"Because..." Frieza said stubbornly. He felt he didn't really need a reason. King Kold
squinted his eyes at his son. "Come on...I need a pretty darn good reason for you NOT to
go to school before I let you stay home." Frieza folded his little childishly chubby arms
behind his back and rocked on his heels. "I don't want to go...that's why." he looked away
from his father. His father let out a low chuckle, then picked up his son. The king was like
a giant compared to his little son, but was not any less comforting then a normal sized
father...if anything, it made Frieza feel like his father was an unstoppable juggernaut that
could help him in anyway...because he was so big. "Why don't you want to go..." his father
asked, his voice calm and reassuring. Frieza leaned his head against his father. "Can't I stay
here and help you?"
"You didn't answer my question." King Kold said calmly, the end of his sentence finishing
with a small chuckle. Frieza sighed and leaned back in his father's grasp. "I don't care for
all those...other children." Frieza said, and with that he folded his arms and pouted out his
bottom purple lip. King Kold couldn't help but chuckle again. "And why not?" Frieza
unfolded his arms and got in a posistion for a shout. "Because their smelly! And their ugly!
And they dont' share! And they hate me!" And with that Frieza crossed his arms again and
looked away with a pout. King Kold sighed. "Well...you'll have to get used to
them...they're just like you--"
"THEY'RE NOT LIKE ME!!" Frieza hopped out of his father's arms and ran off, his little
tail twisting back and fourth in anger as he ran. King Kold sighed. "That boy..."
Frieza sat on a old tire in front an old broken down house with wild flowers
growing around it. No one in the old style village even noticed old run down houses like
this. No one wanted to repair them or live in them. Frieza pulled up a purple wild flower
the color of the water in the village's fountain. He looked at the flower, running his light
pinkish purple fingers along the waxy peddles, and along the stem and looking closely at
how the it was light purple in the middle then bursted into a jagged sun shape, and then
there came the dark purple...but as he looked up, he noticed a little girl, about his age. She
had white skin the color of clouds on a sunny day, and light blue, almost icey eyes. He also
noticed her long silvery white hair blowing in the wind like tensil his family put on the
"Ekira" tree every winter. She pulled at the bottom of her light pink dress that frilled out
with white lace fringe. "Hello..." She said softly. She walked over to him bravely with her
black shoe clad feet. She looked like a doll in an old fashioned toy shop. Frieza folded his
arms, hiding the little flower in the space where the two parts of his arms join. "What do
you want...do you know who I am?" He said, his voice low and raspy. The little girl
blinked a few times, her small naturally pouty purple lips turned upwards at each end in a
dimpled smile. "I want a friend...and no, I don't know who you are. Do you know who
you are?" Frieza looked rather angry at this reply. "Of course I know who I AM!" He
shouted. The girl giggled with her little snow white hand over her mouth. "Then why did
you ask me?" Frieza growled with his fists clenched. He shook all over in extreme anger.
The little girl sat down beside him on the large black tire. "What'cha got in your hand?"
She asked. Frieza looked down at the flower. He had accidentally taken the flower out of
hiding. Frieza hid it behind his back. "NOTHING!" He shouted. The little girl giggled then
leaned on him making him come closer to the ground. "I knoooow, you have something
behind your back..." She said in a micheavious voice. Frieza began to get nervous and was
trying desperately to set the flower down on the ground so she wouldn't find it. The girl
then reached behind him and dug between his fingers with her own and plucked the flower
out. Frieza fell completely to the ground. "Oof..." Was all he could say when he hit the
ground. The little girl got up with the flower. "Oh...this is pretty..." Frieza mumbled
something as he lay there in the grass and wild flowers behind the old tire. "Oh...I forgot
your name!" The little girl said with one hand on her cheek. Frieza growled. "I never...told
you my name." he slowly got up and brushed the black dirt from the tire off his blue shorts
and white sailor shirt. The little girl smiled. "So, what is it, then?" Frieza sighed. "If you
don't know, then your really dumb." He stated. The little girl gave him a funny look.
"Why's that?" she asked. Frieza laughed. "Because I'm Prince Frieza...my father rules this
village and the planet it's on!" The little girl's eyes lit up. "Oh wow! A prince! Are you like
the prince that woke up Kinderalla in that fairy tale--"
"NO! I'm not a fairy tale...prince..." Frieza looked down at the ground with a rather
frustrated look on his face. He then looked up. "Why are you bothering me, anyways?"
The little looked down at the purple flower in her hand then back at him. "Bothering? I
just want a friend...will you be my friend?" Frieza in a mocking tone answered her. "No..I
will not 'be your friend'."
The little girl's eyes watered. She rubbed at her eyes with one dimpled hand.
"YOUR A MEANIE!" She cried out then ran off in a blur of silver white hair and pink
frills. Frieza stared with wide eyes at the little girl who had just ran away from him, not
speaking, not thinking. Then he crossed his arms and looked away. "Serves her right for
addressing the prince of her planet in such matter..." but as he was feeling so proud of
himself for putting his people in their place...he noticed the flower she had in her hand on
the ground, along with a pink silk ribbon. He looked at it strangely. "She must have
dropped this." He said in a low voice, picking up the ribbon.
The next day, Frieza had been literally drug to a kindergarten for aristocrat
children. He was now sitting, pouting, with his arms crossed in a small plastic chair at a
circular table by himself. A nice looking teacher came to him with two long dark blue
horns on her head and dark blue eyes. She pulled back some strands of her light blue hair
behind her cup-shaped ear and smiled kindly at Frieza. "Hello little guy...what's bothering
you?" Frieza looked away and kept pouting. The teacher stood up straight, still smiling.
"Do you miss your parents?" She asked sweetly. Frieza kept looking away. She sighed.
"Well, tell me if you need anything..." Then walked off to her desk. Seeing that the teacher
was gone, Frieza turned back around. What caught his eye was that little girl from
yesterday! She was sitting across the room at a square shaped table by herself, arms
crossed, pouting. She looked absolutely miserable. Frieza smiled. He got up and walked
over to her. She looked up and seemed a bit shocked. "It's you!" She then turned back
around, pouting. "Go away!" Frieza looked a little disappointed. Frieza then smiled and
pulled a pink silk ribbon out of his pocket and held it up near her face. "You...you left this
outside yesterday..." The little girl turned around and saw the ribbon. She took it from him
slowly, then examined it. "...t-thank you." She said shyly, looking up at him from the
corner of her eye. Frieza smiled at her with his hands in his pockets. "So...what is your
name?"
"Apple." Frieza giggled. "That's a silly name for a girl!"
"Well...Frieza's a silly name for a boy..." The two giggled. "Want to be my friend?" Asked
Frieza. Apple nodded and then the two went off to play together.
The End.
By Rebma
Summary: A story about Frieza when he was small.
"Daddy..." Frieza said almost too quietly. He was always so soft spoken...even
around his parents. His father, who was walking ahead of him, turned his head around.
"Yes, son?" He asked, his long curved horns glinting in the lights hanging in the large
metal hall. Frieza stopped walking for a moment, and tugged at the blue and white striped
collar of his little sailor suit. "I don't want to go to school..." his father, King Kold, curled
his white tipped tail in frustration, then whiped it around to the other side of his body.
"Why not?" He asked, turning all the way around to address his son more appropriately.
"Because..." Frieza said stubbornly. He felt he didn't really need a reason. King Kold
squinted his eyes at his son. "Come on...I need a pretty darn good reason for you NOT to
go to school before I let you stay home." Frieza folded his little childishly chubby arms
behind his back and rocked on his heels. "I don't want to go...that's why." he looked away
from his father. His father let out a low chuckle, then picked up his son. The king was like
a giant compared to his little son, but was not any less comforting then a normal sized
father...if anything, it made Frieza feel like his father was an unstoppable juggernaut that
could help him in anyway...because he was so big. "Why don't you want to go..." his father
asked, his voice calm and reassuring. Frieza leaned his head against his father. "Can't I stay
here and help you?"
"You didn't answer my question." King Kold said calmly, the end of his sentence finishing
with a small chuckle. Frieza sighed and leaned back in his father's grasp. "I don't care for
all those...other children." Frieza said, and with that he folded his arms and pouted out his
bottom purple lip. King Kold couldn't help but chuckle again. "And why not?" Frieza
unfolded his arms and got in a posistion for a shout. "Because their smelly! And their ugly!
And they dont' share! And they hate me!" And with that Frieza crossed his arms again and
looked away with a pout. King Kold sighed. "Well...you'll have to get used to
them...they're just like you--"
"THEY'RE NOT LIKE ME!!" Frieza hopped out of his father's arms and ran off, his little
tail twisting back and fourth in anger as he ran. King Kold sighed. "That boy..."
Frieza sat on a old tire in front an old broken down house with wild flowers
growing around it. No one in the old style village even noticed old run down houses like
this. No one wanted to repair them or live in them. Frieza pulled up a purple wild flower
the color of the water in the village's fountain. He looked at the flower, running his light
pinkish purple fingers along the waxy peddles, and along the stem and looking closely at
how the it was light purple in the middle then bursted into a jagged sun shape, and then
there came the dark purple...but as he looked up, he noticed a little girl, about his age. She
had white skin the color of clouds on a sunny day, and light blue, almost icey eyes. He also
noticed her long silvery white hair blowing in the wind like tensil his family put on the
"Ekira" tree every winter. She pulled at the bottom of her light pink dress that frilled out
with white lace fringe. "Hello..." She said softly. She walked over to him bravely with her
black shoe clad feet. She looked like a doll in an old fashioned toy shop. Frieza folded his
arms, hiding the little flower in the space where the two parts of his arms join. "What do
you want...do you know who I am?" He said, his voice low and raspy. The little girl
blinked a few times, her small naturally pouty purple lips turned upwards at each end in a
dimpled smile. "I want a friend...and no, I don't know who you are. Do you know who
you are?" Frieza looked rather angry at this reply. "Of course I know who I AM!" He
shouted. The girl giggled with her little snow white hand over her mouth. "Then why did
you ask me?" Frieza growled with his fists clenched. He shook all over in extreme anger.
The little girl sat down beside him on the large black tire. "What'cha got in your hand?"
She asked. Frieza looked down at the flower. He had accidentally taken the flower out of
hiding. Frieza hid it behind his back. "NOTHING!" He shouted. The little girl giggled then
leaned on him making him come closer to the ground. "I knoooow, you have something
behind your back..." She said in a micheavious voice. Frieza began to get nervous and was
trying desperately to set the flower down on the ground so she wouldn't find it. The girl
then reached behind him and dug between his fingers with her own and plucked the flower
out. Frieza fell completely to the ground. "Oof..." Was all he could say when he hit the
ground. The little girl got up with the flower. "Oh...this is pretty..." Frieza mumbled
something as he lay there in the grass and wild flowers behind the old tire. "Oh...I forgot
your name!" The little girl said with one hand on her cheek. Frieza growled. "I never...told
you my name." he slowly got up and brushed the black dirt from the tire off his blue shorts
and white sailor shirt. The little girl smiled. "So, what is it, then?" Frieza sighed. "If you
don't know, then your really dumb." He stated. The little girl gave him a funny look.
"Why's that?" she asked. Frieza laughed. "Because I'm Prince Frieza...my father rules this
village and the planet it's on!" The little girl's eyes lit up. "Oh wow! A prince! Are you like
the prince that woke up Kinderalla in that fairy tale--"
"NO! I'm not a fairy tale...prince..." Frieza looked down at the ground with a rather
frustrated look on his face. He then looked up. "Why are you bothering me, anyways?"
The little looked down at the purple flower in her hand then back at him. "Bothering? I
just want a friend...will you be my friend?" Frieza in a mocking tone answered her. "No..I
will not 'be your friend'."
The little girl's eyes watered. She rubbed at her eyes with one dimpled hand.
"YOUR A MEANIE!" She cried out then ran off in a blur of silver white hair and pink
frills. Frieza stared with wide eyes at the little girl who had just ran away from him, not
speaking, not thinking. Then he crossed his arms and looked away. "Serves her right for
addressing the prince of her planet in such matter..." but as he was feeling so proud of
himself for putting his people in their place...he noticed the flower she had in her hand on
the ground, along with a pink silk ribbon. He looked at it strangely. "She must have
dropped this." He said in a low voice, picking up the ribbon.
The next day, Frieza had been literally drug to a kindergarten for aristocrat
children. He was now sitting, pouting, with his arms crossed in a small plastic chair at a
circular table by himself. A nice looking teacher came to him with two long dark blue
horns on her head and dark blue eyes. She pulled back some strands of her light blue hair
behind her cup-shaped ear and smiled kindly at Frieza. "Hello little guy...what's bothering
you?" Frieza looked away and kept pouting. The teacher stood up straight, still smiling.
"Do you miss your parents?" She asked sweetly. Frieza kept looking away. She sighed.
"Well, tell me if you need anything..." Then walked off to her desk. Seeing that the teacher
was gone, Frieza turned back around. What caught his eye was that little girl from
yesterday! She was sitting across the room at a square shaped table by herself, arms
crossed, pouting. She looked absolutely miserable. Frieza smiled. He got up and walked
over to her. She looked up and seemed a bit shocked. "It's you!" She then turned back
around, pouting. "Go away!" Frieza looked a little disappointed. Frieza then smiled and
pulled a pink silk ribbon out of his pocket and held it up near her face. "You...you left this
outside yesterday..." The little girl turned around and saw the ribbon. She took it from him
slowly, then examined it. "...t-thank you." She said shyly, looking up at him from the
corner of her eye. Frieza smiled at her with his hands in his pockets. "So...what is your
name?"
"Apple." Frieza giggled. "That's a silly name for a girl!"
"Well...Frieza's a silly name for a boy..." The two giggled. "Want to be my friend?" Asked
Frieza. Apple nodded and then the two went off to play together.
The End.