How Prince Frieza met Ms. Icy
The story that couldn't be a fairy tale even if we suffocated them in pastel crap.
By: T.B. Stormshot-
The ever magnificent and glamorous-she who likes bad asses who don't love themselves, evil people, and guys who wear zoot suits fashionably.
Hey, a new chapter, cool. You know what? I was not constantly working at this for two months, (or more, when was the last time I uploaded a chapter?) I did this in a week. Geh... I'm planning to do better though, I simply have a LOT more school work than usual. Plus my Anatomy grade could be a tad better... *cough*D*cough* I'll get it up though, I'm planning for a C, and then I'm damned sure my GPA will go up in the next semester...
But why am I telling all you this?
This is a prelude thing to my usual story. We'll be getting back to it in the next chapter, but I thought you all might enjoy this (and it might give me some more time to get over my writer's block, geh.) Oo, and I also did a decent picture of Mz. Icy while I was at it. Err, well I did the picture, but I haven't colored it yet. All I got though is a really crappy program named PhotoStudio 2000, so I'm going to wait until I get over to my community college and paint it from there-THEY have a decent program, Photoshop 6.0 damnit. I WANT that program… Anyway, when the picture's up, it'll be stationed over on MediaMiner.Org, I use it primarily for images, I really hate their set up though, too messy. And somebody is a terrible speller. My nickname is T.B. Stormshot, the image WILL be up in at least 2 days.
Enjoy.
Frieza was pissed.
Scratch that. Frieza was mightily pissed. So pissed in fact, that eighteen servants had met their ends because of his bad mood. They hadn't really done anything wrong, except for the fact that they all had simply enraged Frieza to the point where he could no longer tolerate their existence. On a normal day this only occurred once or twice, and if Frieza was in a particularly good mood, he sometimes even spared people. Unfortunately, Frieza was not in a particularly good mood. He was pissed, so mightily pissed, that people around him tended to die prematurely.
"My father," Prince Frieza spat out as he stomped into his personal training grounds. When he was this pissed he often needed something durable to punch around, servants and slaves were much too easily broken and just didn't satisfy him. ",is an egotistical, moronic... jerk!" he hissed angrily.
Zarbon looked up in surprise, nearly choking on the herbal tea he had been drinking. Quickly he chugged down the hot drink and tossed the cup over to a nearby slave. The slave's eyes widened as he rushed over to catch the cup, he snatched it in mid-air, fumbled as it refused to make a complete stop in his hand, and sighed in relief as he clutched the cup firmly.
"DIE!" Frieza screamed as he ki-blasted the poor slave.
Zarbon frowned unhappily at the corpse Frieza had left. "You know, I sort of liked him..."
"Shut up Zarbon!" Frieza growled in annoyance. Zarbon quickly straightened, waited a moment, and then looked expectantly at Prince Frieza. "What?" Frieza growled as he noticed Zarbon's stare.
"Well, you seem kind of... disgruntled, Master Frieza," Zarbon said reluctantly. Reluctantly, because he really didn't want to give Frieza an excuse to blast his head off.
"Hell yeah!" Frieza yelled angrily as he hungrily scanned over the large area of his training room, looking for something to blast. Zarbon gulped and quickly got behind the controls to the room, right before Frieza set his eyes on HIM. He pushed a few buttons and quickly activated a few of the battle system droids set into the walls of the large, open-ceiling room. They flew up into the air with a light beep and rushed towards Frieza.
"ARGH!" Frieza roared angrily as his turned around and blasted the mechanical orbs in mere seconds. Zarbon blinked and hesitated for only a second before calling up more. Frieza fried those, and several more batches, before Zarbon decided to try asking Frieza what was wrong-before he ran out of battle system droids.
"So um, what exactly has you so... uh, irate today Master Frieza?" Zarbon asked, sending out two more droids. Frieza did not hesitate to take out the two, and the next two either, before answering.
"My dad!" Prince Frieza answered angrily. He blasted the next three orbs to smithereens.
"Um, what did he do?" Zarbon asked, hesitatingly.
"What did he do?" Frieza repeated ferociously. "WHAT DID HE DO??! ARRRGGHHAHH!!" Frieza blasted the next battle system droid with a rather over-excessive ki blast, such an over-excessive ki blast in fact, that it slagged the entire wall behind it into a melted mess. He also managed to destroy the circuitry for the battle system droids, which meant they were unable now to function. Zarbon quickly looked to both sides and grabbed a nearby vase of flowers, he pulled them out and threw the vase over Prince Frieza's head. Frieza blasted it without noticing the change in opponents.
"He decided it was about time for me to get married!" Frieza shrieked angrily as he blasted the potted plant sent at him.
Zarbon blinked. Blinked again. And then cocked his head sideways at Frieza. "Married?!"
"Yeah! You heard me married! That-that-"
"That egotistical, moronic jerk?" Zarbon offered.
"Yes!" Frieza hissed angrily. "He says it's about time I get married and start breeding the next generation of the royal line!"
"Oh... so you're um, getting married to a female I take it," Zarbon coughed uncomfortably.
Frieza looked at Zarbon suspiciously. "Yeah, I take it that's the way it pretty much works, isn't it?"
"Well, um, yes I suppose, you know if you don't swing that way," Zarbon coughed.
Frieza decided not to notice the comment and go on as he walked up to Zarbon. Zarbon quickly pulled out a bottle from the small refreshments cooler nearby and poured a small glass of liquor for Frieza. Frieza snatched the glass and quickly downed it, gesturing for another. His anger quickly faded into the depression that is normally associated with liquor and other intoxicating beverages. "I mean, I am in the prime of my life Zarbon. I should be out cruising the beach, and blowing up stuff. It's too early to settle down. I mean I've only led four or five invasions!"
"But Master Frieza, just because you're married, doesn't mean you're going to be settling down!" Zarbon laughed, Frieza sent him an angry look, but Zarbon went on before he could do anything. "I mean, look at your father, King Kold!"
Frieza raised a nonexistant eyebrow. "My mother is dead," he said pointedly.
"Exactly," Zarbon said.
"Eh?" Frieza asked suspiciously.
"Well, as you know, your mother's disappearance was mysterious. There was no trace of her..." Zarbon said slowly.
"What are you implying Zarbon?" Frieza asked in annoyance.
"Oh, nothing, nothing. But I wouldn't be your right-hand man if I didn't hear rumors... and it was a well-known fact that your mother and father didn't quite get along," Zarbon coughed. He raised an existant eyebrow at Frieza.
"If you're saying that my father killed-"
"Oh, I'm not saying anything of the sort Master Frieza. No, no, just rumors, just rumors..." Zarbon said hastily. "All I'm saying is, whatever did happen to your mother, just think about it. King Kold has been pretty happy, he has taken over plenty of planets by himself, AND since he has you and your brother, he doesn't need to get married again!"
Frieza mulled over this and blinked, a wide grin split across his face. "Ahh..."
"So tell me again, Dad, what are all these females doing here again?" Prince Frieza sighed, his hands folded behind his back as he walked along the majestic courtyard with his father, King Kold. He glanced to the side of the pathway, where dozens of ice-jin women were fighting vigorously, each hoping to prove they were the strongest woman in the world and become the bride of Prince Frieza.
"I thought that Zarbon would have explained that to you," King Kold frowned.
"Oh, he did," Frieza nodded understandingly, ",but I was hoping I might hear it from you."
"Ah, well then. As you know, there are very few female ice-jin in this world that can stand up to a male ice-jin. But it's very important to find those who can in order to have powerful children. Your mother for instance, was powerful, at least for a female ice-jin. That's why you and your brother are stronger than any other ice-jin on our planet. So therefore, a tournament has to be held in order to decide which actually is the strongest," King Kold summarized for him as they passed underneath two ice-jin women who had apparently decided to start name-calling each other instead of actually fighting. An ice-jin referee came up to them immediately and disqualified them. Both looked quite enraged as they began screaming at the referee who quickly qualified them again. Ki was not the only great strength.
"Can't we just use those new ki sensors the scientists are working on? It would make things a whole lot easier," Frieza pointed out. He immediately smacked back a ill-aimed ki blast which had been coming in his direction. A faint apology was called out.
King Kold looked at his son in disgust. "Frieza! You know I'm an old-fashioned man! It's traditional to hold a tournament for the choosing of a royalties wife. It is a custom that goes back for generations! My father did it for me, as your great-grandfather did it for my father, as your great-great-grandfather did it for your great-grandfather..." King Kold then bent down to whisper into his son's ear. "Though, I'd keep my eyes on that one over there. She has been found to be particularly strong." King Kold pointed to a flying female who had just won her eighth battle. Frieza looked up, squinted, and then gestured for her to come down to the ground. She did so immediately, landing lightly, just a few feet away from Prince Frieza and King Kold.
The unknown ice-jin, bowed stiffly to the two, and stood up straight, and about two-and-a-half feet taller than Prince Frieza. She wore military armor, suffice to say, she was part of the ice-jin army. "Soldier 146, Class A, Winter, at your service," she said stiffly. Prince Frieza's heart sank, if this was the strongest woman in the world, he was in for some very stiff company until he could have a couple kids.
"Ms. Winter here is among some of our strongest soldiers," King Kold told Frieza proudly, looking at Winter with sparkling eyes.
"But not strong enough to be promoted to anything other than a soldier?" Frieza said bluntly, looking at Winter with a raised, if non-existent eyebrow.
"Frieza!" King Kold said in dismay, however, Winter interrupted before King Kold could go on to say anything.
"While I realize I might not be as strong as most males, I strive to be the best I can be. And if the best I can be is a soldier in the great ice-jin army, then that is what I will be," Winter said firmly. Frieza frowned at this statement, she was just the type that his father liked. Brainlessly loyal.
"Ah, you see Frieza. She would make an awfully good wife," King Kold said with a grin, a shadow passed his face momentarily. "Unlike that mouthy, classless tramp of a-" He suddenly brightened. "But that's another story."
"King Kold, Prince Frieza, I request that I may return to the tournament," Winter said sharply.
"Yes, yes, request permitted. Make us proud," King Kold said with a small half-smile on his face. Frieza sighed unhappily, this was not going well.
In barely a week, the tournament was over. Over it, hundreds of female ice-jin had been sent home, dreams dashed in battle. After all, there could only be one strongest woman, and the winner had, of course, been Soldier Winter, much to Frieza's displeasure. He had been forced to have several conversations with her, none of them being in the least interesting. Soldier Winter was devoid of any personality as Frieza had found out, but when he had mentioned this to King Kold, King Kold had simply scoffed and said that it was better to have a wife with no personality than too much personality. Frieza was not exactly sure of what he meant by this.
They were now in preparation of the wedding celebration, a celebration of which crossed the entire ice-jin world. Hundreds of goods were imported in, including tributes and presents from all the major families, and most of the minor ones as well. The castle was to be decorated in splendor, feasts were to be prepared. It was going to be one real party.
Frieza was glum.
Mightily glum.
So mightily glum, that you would think this was his funeral instead of his wedding. But for him, it might well have been, at least for a few years of his life. He was not looking forward to spending time with Winter, who thought mostly of military might and conquest, and especially of how best to serve her planet.
This might have been good material for a soldier, but it wasn't especially good material for a wife. Winter wasn't exactly the type of person you could really get to know, too cold, even for an ice-jin. SURE, she might like taking over planets just as much as Frieza did, but not for the same reasons. As far as she was concerned, everything she did was for the benefit of the ice-jin people, whether taking over a planet or becoming a wife and having children. Frieza's motives were almost entirely selfish-at least in light of Winter's-he liked taking over planets for the sheer delight of forced oppression. He also enjoyed blowing stuff up, purely because he enjoyed blowing stuff up.
"Zarbon, are there any more droids?" Frieza muttered morosely.
Frieza had been hiding out in his training grounds for most of the week, only being dragged out if it was absolutely necessary. Only his two right-hand men were allowed in, Zarbon and Dodoria, though usually only Zarbon was present. Dodoria had been avoiding him most of the week. When Frieza had asked Zarbon what was up with him, Zarbon had simply said he had been rather sick lately.
"No," Zarbon responded, intently reading a magazine. Frieza looked suspiciously at the cover, which portrayed cosmetics, but Zarbon assured him it was only for cultural content.
"Well, are there any more vases?" Frieza asked.
"No, you have successfully blown up every single vase and potted planet in the immediate area, Lord Frieza," Zarbon told him, turning the page. Frieza thought it was reminiscent of when he had caught Zarbon looking at a porn magazine, normally he wouldn't have really cared, but most of the pictures had been of guys... Zarbon had assured him it was simply for anatomical purposes.
"Well, are there any-"
"You've blown up and destroyed everything. There's nothing left, Lord Frieza," Zarbon simply said.
"Well how about-"
"Everything," Zarbon accented.
Frieza sighed unhappily.
"Um, Master Frieza?" a servant asked nervously as he popped his head into the room. He was not in any hurry to die.
Frieza turned and looked at the servant with a dangerous glint in his eye. "What?"
"Well, um, my lord, the great and glorious King Kold, requests your presence in order to discuss the catering for your wedding, may I congratulate you personally sir," the servant said quickly and as graciously as possible, and also with as much of his body behind the wall as possible without being rude.
"Why does he need my help with the catering?" Frieza muttered in annoyance. "That's for the palace chefs to decide, not a prince."
"I think he's just trying to involve you more Prince Frieza, in the planning of your wedding. He's probably noticed that you have been spending a lot of time in your training grounds lately," Zarbon responded vaguely, deeply involved in an article about accessorizing he was reading.
"Still, catering..." Frieza muttered as he stomped out of the room, the servant yelping as he rushed to keep just a head of his Master Frieza in order to show him the way.
"Now I've been discussing with the castle chefs Frieza and-"
"Well that's fine, why do you need me then?" Frieza asked in annoyance.
"Shut up." King Kold said bluntly, before going on. "Now I've been discussing with the castle chefs, and we have been thinking about theming the banquet..."
"Good. Give it any theme you like. I really need to be going now, lots of training to do," Frieza said testily as he turned to leave. King Kold grabbed him by his horns and dragged him back.
"We have also decided that it should be up to you to decide the theme. After all, you are the husband-to-be here," King Kold grinned.
"You know, I don't recall Cooler having to do anything like this," Frieza muttered angrily.
"Well I recall Cooler having a certain type of surgery in order to avoid his duties, that practically illegitimate son of mine. If I ever get my hands on him," King Kold muttered angrily, eyes narrowing as he thought of his other son. "Buuut, your brother isn't the subject here. Now you just decide the theme to your wedding banquet so the chefs can ready for it."
Frieza thought about it and a wildly sardonic grin crossed his face. "I know, we can do the entire wedding in military garb, you know, as a tribute to my new wife's accomplishments. And instead of a banquet meal, we can all eat MREs!"
The chief chef sputtered angrily while King Kold gave his son a menacing look. "Perhaps we should discuss this another time, when you are less opposed to the idea of good food," King Kold hissed angrily. Frieza looked up innocently at his father.
"Whatever do you mean Daddy? I think it's a fairly good idea, I mean, don't you want Winter to feel comfortable in her new home?" Frieza smiled.
"I have another idea, since you wish to make Winter feel as comfortable as possible, you obviously need to know more about her. Why don't you just go and spend a little quality time with her then?" King Kold grinned coldly. "She's outside, signing in packages for the wedding."
"Now why in hell, is she doing that?" Frieza asked as he gritted his teeth.
"She said she just couldn't stand around doing nothing and asked to help in anyway she could. So I allowed her to have the task of signing in packages. If I were you, I would count myself lucky to have such a helpful wife," King Kold told him sincerely. "Now when I was your age, I wasn't quite as lucky..."
"Lucky? She's an absolute stiff! And I'm not going to marry her!" Frieza yelled angrily.
"Oh, yes you are. And now you are going to spend a little quality time with her, whether you like it or not!" King Kold told him stonily as he grabbed Frieza again by the horns and dragged him across the castle.
"Okay, I have a cargo load of melons here for the Royal Palace," the cargo hauler said as she looked at her list. She glanced back at her truck, nervous to make time for her next shipment.
"Melons? Good. I would like melon at the banquet. We don't have enough of them in the military," Winter said firmly as she pushed back her straight, snow-white hair. "I'll sign them in," she said shortly as she gestured for the clipboard the cargo hauler held.
"Aaand, who are you?" the cargo hauler asked, looking suspiciously at Winter.
"I am Soldier Winter, soon to be Princess Winter as I will be marrying Prince Frieza," Winter said firmly.
"My congrats. Okay, so as of yet, you are not related to the Royal Palace?" the cargo hauler asked.
"Not yet, but I soon will be," Winter told her testily. "Now please, the clipboard."
"Okay, so you're not yet related to the palace. Do you have a written and signed note from the head of the Royal Palace?" the cargo hauler asked, tapping a pen against her ear.
"No. Should it matter? Please, just let me sign in these packages and then you may be off," Winter said tersely as she held out her hand for the pen and the clipboard the cargo hauler had in her hands.
"Uh-huh. Sorry, but we got a little rule back at the company, that says only the members of the party related can sign goods in. Can't let you sign these melons in, get it? I mean, you know what happened the last time I let someone unrelated sign a shipment in? The cargo load was stolen. I nearly lost my job, and at this point, I really can't lose this job. Too many unpaid bills, you know? And a few rather *cough* large debts. So if you could just get a servant, or a guard or something, they're bound by law to the Royal Palace, so it's all right for them to sign packages in and stuff," the cargo hauler said as she bent her neck to rid herself of a nasty kink.
Winter's eyes widened in anger. "Are you implying that I would steal from the Royal Palace?! she asked in cold outrage.
"Nah, just saying I'm not willing to take any risks, so I'm going by the book from now on. Now if you could just run along, and get a servant, or a guard, or steward, or whatever, we can get these melons in the castle, and me on the road, okay? I'm determined to make quota today," the cargo hauler said with a swing of her wrist.
"Why-why, you cretin! Do you have any idea who you are speaking to? I am Soldier Winter, Class A, of the great Ice-Jin Army! I am soon to be the princess of all ice-jin and-"
"Aaaand, you are not yet related to the Royal Palace. Now if you would get that through your brain-washed mind, we might get somewhere here," the cargo hauler finished for her, going through the remaining shipments she had to haul that day.
With that, Winter smashed her fist into the other woman's nose, the cargo hauler went down immediately. Winter rubbed her knuckle and narrowed her eyes at the downed ice-jin as she turned to leave. "Insubordination will not be tolerated," she huffed.
"That wasn't bad," came a voice from behind her, Winter turned back in surprise as the other woman climbed back onto her feet. She rubbed her nose where Winter had punched her. "I mean it, that really hurt."
"Y-You should be unconscious! I punched you with enough force to-" Winter stammered in surprise.
"Like I care?" the other ice-jin snorted as she pushed back her lush, bright-red hair. "Now like I was saying, I need someone who is a member of the Royal Palace-" she only got that far before Winter planted her fist in the cargo hauler's face again. "Owww! Shit! I didn't come here to pick a fight, I came here to deliver melons!" She stumbled back in just in time to miss another of Winter's punches. "C'mon! I could get in trouble for this! You're eating up my pay check here!"
"Now I don't care if you're planning to murder her, you are going to marry her, you are going to breed, have some children, and then I don't care WHAT you do, but you are going to marry her and LIKE IT," King Kold yelled angrily as he stepped outside the palace and onto the drive.
"Dad! Ow! You aren't even making sense! Ow! Just listen to yourself! OW! Let go of my horns! Damn it!" Prince Frieza yelled as he tried to escape from his father's grip.
"She is the strongest female ice-jin in the world, which by tradition and law means you have to marry her. So whine all you want, but-" King Kold stopped suddenly as he came into view of Winter and the cargo hauler, who were fighting all-out now. Actually, only Winter seemed to be throwing any punches, the cargo hauler seemed to only be intent on evading the blows and yelling out 'she didn't want to get in trouble' and 'this wasn't in the job description', and most often, 'I really need to get moving, I still have fourteen more shipments after this AND I CAN'T AFFORD TO LOSE THIS JOB!!!'.
"Well tradition can kiss my-" Frieza began to yell, he stopped as King Kold let go of his horns. "Thank you," he huffed as he straightened up, brushing himself off.
"C'mon! I can't afford to lose this job. Too many bills!" the cargo hauler yelled as she ducked another blow, a second later, jumping up in time to avoid a quick kick.
"Argh!" Winter yelled as she tried to deliver even one blow. The cargo hauler avoided each one like a silver fish, all while talking quickly and passionately about whatever seemed to come to mind.
"I got a lot of debts you know? They threatened to set the mafia against me, I don't do mafia!" the cargo hauler yelled as she jumped back and around Winter, Winter swirled a kick around, but still the simple cargo hauler managed to evade.
"Stand STILL!" she yelled angrily as she tried in vain to connect.
"But if I do you're going to hit me because you're one of those brain-washed military people and that's what you do. However, I don't like being hit, it leaves a giant welt or bruise, and you know what happens when I get a giant welt or bruise? It swells up like a balloon and it makes me looks ugly. I can already feel my nose starting to swell, and I STILL have fourteen shipments!" the cargo hauler snapped, she glanced over and noticed King Kold and Prince Frieza. "Good, guards." She ducked under Winter's next kick and surged upwards, smacking her own fist in Winter's face. Winter went down like a rock.
King Kold and Prince Frieza's jaws also went down like rocks.
The cargo hauler dusted her hands off, picked up the clipboard and pen, and walked over to King Kold and Prince Frieza. She looked at both of them solemnly, before turning half-way to point at the unconscious Winter. "She's crazy," she said pointedly. "She would have killed me, I mean it! I mean, here I am, just a simple cargo hauler, trying to keep my job, and she just attacks me. And Prince Frieza's marrying this wacko? Scary stuff, friends. Sign on the dotted line, please," she said abruptly, shoving the clipboard into King Kold's chest.
King Kold looked down at his son with a large grin as he took the clipboard and pen and signed the melons in.
"Dad..." Frieza said suspiciously.
"Aw! What a cute little kid you have! What are you kid, ten? Eleven?" the cargo hauler asked as she bent down to grin at Prince Frieza. This only caused King Kold's grin to become even wider and much, much more evil.
"Dad..." Frieza said urgently, nervously noticing the very scary look on his father's face.
King Kold finished signing the clipboard and handed it back to the cargo hauler. The cargo hauler barely glanced at it before tucking it under her elbow. "Hey, thanks. You know, for not going crazy or anything. All I got to say is, Prince Frieza better put a muzzle or something on that woman. Crazy." the Cargo hauler said as she shook her head and turned to leave.
"Hm, excuse me, but what's your name?" King Kold called out suddenly. The cargo hauler glanced back in surprise.
"Eh? Oh, uh, Icy. Ms. Icy. What? You name my name in order to report a complaint or something? Because if you are, I'd appreciate it you run it buy me so I can pay you off. I can't afford to lose this job you know," Ms Icy said, flashing a grin.
"Oh, no, nothing of the sort. I was just wondering if you could possibly stay and perhaps chat awhile. So I might say on what a fine job you're doing," King Kold said as he gestured towards Winter. "I'm glad to see someone keeping these wackos of the streets."
"Yeah? Well it'd be nice if someone didn't put them there in the first place. All I have to say is if she becomes the Princess of Everybody, it just proves how screwed up our government really is, you know? Don't quote me on that though, doesn't really matter what I think. Anyway, glad for the offer, but I really got to be going, my boss has had it up to here with me and if I don't meet quota today, I lose my job. And I really can't lose my job."
"No, really. I am demanding that you stay," King Kold said firmly, a bright sparkle in his eye. Ms. Icy looked at him for a long moment, and then snorted before beginning to walk back to her truck.
She glanced back as she got in. "Listen pal, I wouldn't stick around if you were old King Kold himself. I got to make quota today. I'm not kidding when I say I need this job you know."
"But I am King Kold himself," King Kold chuckled as Ms. Icy got in the truck and began to drive off. She drove about two feet before coming to a screeching stop. She began to backup, and then stopped again. Put it in drive and drove three more feet forward, and then finally just got out of the truck, bringing along her clipboard, her pen, and a small digital flatscreen.
Ms. Icy walked up to King Kold, and squinted at him, as if trying to remember someone she thought she should have known. She looked closely at the clipboard, which indeed, on the dotted line, had King Kold's signature. She opened her mouth to say something, failed, and closed her mouth again. She then took out the digital pad, and tapped in a few things. A picture was brought up, obviously of King Kold. Ms. Icy squinted at the picture, and then squinted up at King Kold. She then squinted back down at the picture, and up again at King Kold. As an afterthought, she brought up a picture of Prince Frieza, looked at it, and bent down to squint at the frustrated Frieza. She blinked and stood up straight again, before a ridiculously large and very nervous grin split her face.
"Heh, hehheh," she began to laugh nervously.
"Hehhehheh," King Kold also began to laugh.
"HeehehhahahaHAHAHAHA!" Ms. Icy started to laugh uncontrollably.
"HehhehHahahahaHaHaHa," King Kold joined her. For a full minute, both laughed loudly. Frieza simply looked at both of them strangely, Ms. Icy with disgust, and his father with a nervous look as he wondered what he was up to.
"Oh KAMI! Don't kill me!" Ms. Icy squeaked, suddenly breaking away from her uncontrollable laughter.
"Relax," King Kold said coolly. Frieza looked at his father in shock.
"Oh please! I didn't realize it was you! I mean, I've only seen you on t.v. and stuff, and-and you're so much bigger in real life-I mean Taller! TALLER! So much more INTIMIDATING!" Ms. Icy shrieked as she realized her mistake, she stretched her hand out far above herself, trying to show how tall King Kold really was. She looked down at Prince Frieza, realizing just who he was. Not ten. "A-And Prince Frieza, Lord Frieza! I-I just didn't realize he was so shrimpy! KAMI! I MEANT THAT IN A GOOD WAY! KAMI! Don't KILL me!"
"Relax. I'm not angry with you. In fact, I rather like you, eh, Frieza?" King Kold asked, grinning at his son.
At that moment, Frieza realized what his father meant to do. He blinked, thought, blinked again, glanced up at Ms. Icy, thought, blinked again, and-
"Oh my! My poor dear wife-to-be!" He suddenly shouted out as he daintily ran out to where Winter lay. "Winter, my dear, are you alright? Tell me that cheating woman's sneak attack didn't harm you in anyway??" he asked, shaking Winter frantically. Winter let out a low groan, but did not wake up.
"Frieza, come back here!" King Kold called out to his son. He summoned a servant who appeared almost immediately at King Kold's side. "Take Winter back to her room and lay her down. When she wakes up, inform her that she is no longer betrothed to Prince Frieza and her services will no longer be needed," King Kold told the servant, who immediately called up a couple other servants and carried Winter into the castle, much to Frieza's dismay. He began to follow, but King Kold stopped him as he walked by.
"But father! I must be by my Love's side! We are going to be married you know," Frieza said in a longing tone.
"Oh please, " King Kold simply snorted. "Don't give me that nonsense. And as for Winter, you needn't think about her any more. I have just found the strongest woman in the world."
"Eh?" Ms. Icy felt she had to interject.
"Father, please..." Frieza pleaded.
"Yes, I have just found the strongest woman in the world, and now you and Ms. Icy here, are going to be married, have plenty of children, and then I don't really care," King Kold said, grinning merrily.
"DAD!" Frieza shouted.
"EH???!!!" Ms. Icy shouted in shock. "EXCUSE ME??!"
"Dad! I can't marry her! She-SHE'S NOT EVEN MILITARY!" Frieza yelled in shocked dismay.
"Huh, last time I checked, you were seriously displeased with Winter's actions in the military. I would think this change in pace would come as a relief," King Kold sniffed.
"H-hey! Let's not forget ME here! I don't have time to get married! I have a job. I have bills!" Ms. Icy yelled angrily.
"All easily paid for by our treasury," King Kold pointed out.
"W-well I can't marry someone who's that short! He's too shrimpy! He looks like he's a little kid! I'd feel like I was committing a crime or something!" Ms. Icy said angrily, pointing her finger in Frieza's face.
"Frieza has several different forms he uses to conserve energy. The second form is quite a bit taller," King Kold simply shrugged.
"W-Well how do you know I'm even fit for your son?? I'm pretty weak! Really! All you would have are really, really weak kids! REALLY!" Ms. Icy yelled in a wild tone, her bright-red hair by now was pointing in all directions.
"Not likely. Winter, the one you just defeated, happened to be the supposedly strongest female ice-jin in the world. Therefore, that would make you the strongest female ice-jin in the world. I think that's an awfully good title, don't you?" King Kold said as he grinned thoughtfully.
"Yeah, peachy," Ms. Icy growled.
"Father!" Frieza yelled angrily. "I can't marry her, she-she's just mouthy, gaudy-haired commoner!" King Kold shrugged to that too.
"Hey!" Mz. Icy said angrily.
"So? Tradition says that to the royal, only the strongest may marry, class not withstanding."
"Okay, so what happened to all that stuff you were giving to me about hating your wife? Wasn't she exactly like this?!" Frieza asked angrily. King Kold grinned in response.
"I've had a change of heart. I like Ms. Icy here, in fact, I believe she'll be rather good for you. She'll keep you in line-"
"She's OUT OF THE LINE! Frieza screamed.
"Same to YOU! Ms. Icy yelled angrily, and to Frieza's surprise, pushed him down on his tail. Frieza began to power up in anger, ready to show Ms. Icy just who was stronger here, when King Kold's laughter disarmed him and Ms. Icy.
King Kold grabbed Frieza of the ground and Ms. Icy, and in a rare display of emotion, hugged them both tightly against his chest, "Hah! I can tell both of you are going to have exceptional children. And believe me, you're going to have children. Get it?" King Kold asked, grinning venomously down at the two.
Frieza grimaced.
"But I can't lose this job..." Ms. Icy said faintly.
And so Prince Frieza and Ms Icy were wed, and as we know the fate of Princess Icy, I really can't say that they lived happily ever after, without bringing up several legal issues and severe accusations about my credibility. So I'll just say they lived a very short while together, simply tolerating each other's existence. Except that would also be a lie. Sorry I took so long, but I'm here, and I've now decided that it's about time I really started working on this fic. I wrote this whole chapter here in less than a week. That proves I can really write if I put my heart into it, it also proves I'm a really lazy person. *thinks* Well, than again, I DO have plenty of homework and junk going on, so I guess I'm not THAT lazy. But I'll try harder! REALLY! I already have FOUR WHOLE PAGES of the next chapter done! REALLY!