Freeza, like blood on your tongue, bitter and fowl. When her name is spoken it isn't merely spoken, but spat upon the defenseless world. Finally her dream and Westcity's nightmare has come true. Freeza, like the snake that she is, has slithered her way in and out of every operation, illegal or otherwise, in this little, busy city.

But like any epic story of power and reign there is a beginning. The birth of evil, finally revealing itself to the world, and she did so with three bullets. With only three bullets did she stake her claim on the town of Westcity.

Since that day, fateful and tragic, all have fallen to their knees, begged for their lives in vain and now serve only her, in life and in death. Since that day none were spared and none were brave enough to stand up to her.

Before that day evil was kept at bay, the balance was well in place. Before that day no one could have suspected the evil and fear she would eventually release upon the world. Not even her own father.

Cut to Theme now
"Bullet Soup" Theme song
"Anxiety"
by
Black-Eyed Peas ft. Papa Roach

Track 2
"Freeza's song"

Twenty-one years in the past

It was a evenly weathered day. The sun was indeed shining but a few clouds randomly scattered shade upon the streets. It was the best you could ask for, in-between seasons. The sidewalk was a little damp in places, which gave this particular walk a bit of character. It was midmorning and all the local shops were opening up. On the way the shop owners waved. All in a strange continuing sequence. It was as if they opened up just for him.

He was a tall middle-aged man with a medium build, and a stone cold mug. The only hint of his rough riding past, though he showed it proudly. Everyone knew, why hide it. He used to be a two-bit thug, looked down upon by every person in the city, but no more. Now he had respect. Now he was the boss, walking down his turf, his part of the city, the part that non dared to trespass with anything else but a love for him and his own. A clear indentation in the shape of a gun on the back of his sharp suit jacket served as a warning to all who would step out of line.

To his right just before the corner of Seuss St. and Bebop was a little ice-cream shop he knew very well. His intention wasn't to stop, but he felt a little tug on his right arm sleeve. He looked down and to his right to see what he thought of as the most beautiful little girl in the world. "Can we go in daddy, please," said the nine year old by his side. With a smile he nodded and just like that she rushed right it letting the door close behind her. He just smile again and went in to join her.

Inside, old uncle Sammy was behind the counter ready with a big scope of strawberry ice-cream, her favorite. "Oh, if it isn't little Michelle," he said lovingly, "and how are you on this nice day?"

"I'm fine," she said, short and sweetly, too busy slurping up her treat to speak. Old Sam gave a chuckle or two at that as her father walked in straight after her.

"Hey Cold, how bout you, huh? Got 31 flavors here. Your choice." He motioned him to sit.

"No no I'm fine Sammy, and what'd I tell you about calling me that if front of my baby girl." They both looked at her, already she had somehow gotten ice-cream all over her face. "Call me Tommy all right."

"Sure thing, sorry about that." Old Sammy was wiping the counter as he talked.

"Naw its fine, I just don't want her to know about that part of my life. Ya know, not just yet." The old man put a hand on her head, she looked up and smiled.

"I know what you mean Tommy. These kids grow up so fast. Ya know." He rubbed his chin a few times. "I can remember a time when it was little Cole sittin' right here in this very chair." Tommy shook his head recalling the memory of only eight years ago.

"Yeah, I remember those times, and now he's getting into all kinds of trouble these days." ol' Sammy just shrugged his shoulders.

"Well that just they way things go I guess."

"I guess."

-

They waved as they left the shop and Tommy was trying desperately to wipe the ice-cream from his daughters face and shirt.

"Damn, if your mother knew you were eating ice-cream before school she'd kill me." She only giggled as the napkin tickled under her chin.

Just a few blocks away from the school, Tommy stopped at a bakery as a teenage girl just about stepped out onto the sidewalk. "Hey, Cindy." He lean against the wall to trap her. She recoiled against the door and wouldn't look up. "Your parents home?" He put two fingers under her chin to pull her face up. She shook her head and turned away, refusing to look at him. Slowly she retreated back into the bakery. "Michelle, I want you to wait out here, I'll be just a minute, ok sweetie." He didn't even turn to tell her, he just entered the door and shut it behind him.

As she waited she saw a butterfly fluttering by and she ran to chase it, but not too far. It landed on a weed growing through the cracks of the sidewalk two storefronts from the bakery. Slowly, like a quiet hunter, she cornered the bug with both hands until she had it trapped entirely within her grip. With a bright smile on her face she carefully opened up her fingers to see the beautiful bug flapping its wings up and down very slowly. Almost as if it were in flight but in slow motion. She let it stay in her right hand as she used her other to gently caress its wing with one finger. With an earnest grin she brought the butterfly up closer to her face, her other hand behind her as she closely examined every detail in the pattern of its wings. Giggles escaped from her mouth as the butterfly's little wings stroked the tip of her nose ever so slightly, then with one swift and surprisingly fast motion, she took her free hand up and down upon her other, sounding in a sickening clap. The butterfly was...no more. With cruel curiosity she pulled open her tiny hands to find a mess of delicate wings and squishy bug guts. Some powder residue left behind by the wings of the creature dispersed in a small puff. Some stayed on her hand. She looked at it with amusement. Absolutely no remorse in her eyes whatsoever.

From behind she heard the familiar door ring as her father exited the bakery waving for her to come over. "Come on sweetie, it's time to go to school." She ran to him happily at the same time dusting off her hands in a clapping motion before she reached for his. Together they walked past the bakery. As they did Michelle could see the girl that her father was talking to from outside. She was crying while she stumbled with pulling up her stockings. Michelle tried to wave at her but the girl didn't see. Two minutes later she forgot about the sad girl and the dead butterfly and smile up at her father as he smiled adoringly down at her.

-

The present

"Come on, just tell me."

Bulma sat on her leather couch reading a book with a pen and pad, intravenously scribbling words onto the yellow, business-paper. At that moment, Chi-Chi decided to gain a strong sense of curiosity. It had only been a few weeks since the day they took her brother in for the bounty and already she had begun to open up and talk to her female roommate. Although for some reason things were still pretty tense between her and Goku. At least she felt comfortable around Bulma, comfortable enough to pester her without any sign of relent that is.

The older woman just shook her head pleadingly in refusal, which only served to push the young raven-haired lady further into escalating curiosity. She stubbornly snatched the brown book out of her roommates hands. "You've got to tell me what the big deal is about this Freeza person." Bulma grasped for the ancient-looking hardcover, but was denied when Chi-Chi smoothly pulled back just enough to escape the other woman's clutches.

"Give-that-to-me-now!" She said very slowly, her reading glasses formally on her face were now in her hands as she stood up and grabbed for the book. Chi-Chi seconded by hiding it behind her back. "Great! Now I lost my page." Bulma threw her hands up in anguish.

"No you didn't." Chi-Chi said as she took the book in front of her and proceeded to fold in the corner of one page then close it with a snap. She was surprised by the amount of dust that was expelled from the pages. "See." She said happily, waving the dust away from her face. Her smile quickly melted away as she saw Bulma's wide-eyed and opened mouthed shock. Blank stares shifted from the book to its lavender-haired owner. Not sure what she had done she slowly put the book down, Bulma's eyes following it every inch of the way. Finally, Chi-Chi innocently broke the silence. "It was an old book anyway, right?" She swallowed as Bulma looked up at her. "I-I mean, it must be a hundred years old." A puff of air escaped from her mouth, in a less-then-heartfelt chuckle.

"Try 276 years old." Chi-Chi mistakenly plastered a grin of relief across her face.

"So, I was right then? Waddaya say we forget about the book and... "

Ten seconds later Chi-Chi found herself at the opposite end of a slamming door. Blanket in hand, she turned glancing down the long and empty hallway then to the door across from Bulma's. The floor under her feet tapped thrice as she moved forward. Methodically she rapped upon the door twice, then once, and finally three more times, a knock she had long since remembered. Briefly, she recalled the first time she had forgot the combination, she could never get use to having guns pointed at her head no matter how many times it happened.

The door opened swiftly with a whoosh. Goku stood with a knowing look. Chi-Chi stared into the room and right through him as usual.

"What, no gun this time?" She asked clutching her blanket over her mouth so that all you could see was her dark eyes. He chuckled but chose to ignore her question. Instead he motioned for her to step in.

"So, what brings you here this time?" He ask in a sympathetic tone. She still looked through him though.

"Jeez, is there anything in her apartment I am aloud to touch," She offered sarcastically, catching Goku quite by surprise.

"Ha, I wouldn't worry about it," he said as she walked through the threshold, "whatever it was she can buy a new one in the morning." He led her in by gently touching her back, but withdrew when she suddenly turned to him with a scowl.

"Don't touch me!" Goku put his hands up in surrender and turned to face the doorway. Looking at Bulma's door, he released a sigh before closing and locking his.

"Right."

-

Still twenty minutes into the room change Goku and Chi-Chi were engaged in an intense staring contest. The only two sounds that could be heard were the nervous tapping of his fingers on the kitchen table and the faint snap of saltean crackers as she nibbled on them in what looked like defiance, as if she refuse to enjoy them just because he was the one to offer them to her. With a hand on his chin he made a clicking sound with his tongue and then exhaled loudly.

"So, how are those crackers?" He asked with a cautious grin. "Good, eh." Still she said nothing. "I got some drinks if you want some." He used his thumb to point out the fridge behind him. She winced when she heard the legs of his chair screech as they slid across the floor and he stood up. "Yeah, I-I'll just get you something..."

"I'm fine." He froze in his half turn and slowly sat back down. For a minute he thought he would be trapped in this silence for an other half hour or so, but then he saw her in contemplation while licking her lips, clearly a sign of thirst. Just as he predicted she looked up. "Maybe..."

Uh huh... He thought.

"...some..."

Right... Urging her in his head.

"...milk."

Yes! He exclaimed in his mind, and spun around to the fridge.

"and some bourbon."

No.

After removing the milk he moved to the counter to get a cup. "You want a bourbon milk punch?" He didn't turn his back as she let out an affirmative tweet. After pouring the milk he turned at the waist to look at her. Her head turned to meet his. "How old are you?"

"Oh God, never mind." Crumbs flew as the tin cracker can dropped loudly onto the glass table. Fortunately Goku was a little more lax when it came to things like furniture. Without making eye contact she brushed past him and grabbed the glass of milk before walking out of the kitchen and into the living room.

Just as Goku reached the door way she had plopped down onto the right side of his three-seater couch. Her eyes followed him from behind the transparent drinkng glass as he sat on the opposite end.

He smiled watching her with her long black hair as she had both legs pulled up on the couch. All her clothes were borrowed from Bulma, the pants, the sweater, so they were all a little oversized as revealed by the fact that no more than three fingers at a time could reach beyond the sleeves. Then he noticed her eyes, there was a certain strength in them, they were so bold, and so...

"What!" Her voiced knocked him out of self-induced trance. He opened his mouth but no words came. His eyes move down and to the sides as he searched for a response. She gaped her own mouth only to mock his speechlessness.

"Do you wanna play some video games?" He asked finally scratching the back of his head. Her eyes narrowed as she hmphed and shook her head.

"Boys."

-

Two hours of playing playstation 2 and Goku noticed Chi-Chi was beginning to loosen up. In fact if she felt so compelled she would stand and declare herself the grandmaster after promptly whipping her opponent, namely Goku, into miserable submission. "YES! In your face, Kakarot!" Goku winced as she used her brother's name for him. Still, she looked adorable pointing a finger at him in victory.

Goku put up his hands. "You can call me Goku ya know." Her eyes narrowed.

"I'll called you what I want to call you," she declared and sat back on the couch. "I'm bored. I don't wanna play anymore." Goku shrugged his shoulders and began to put away the remote controllers.

"Ok," he sighed, "what do you wanna do now." She seem to think about it for awhile, but then looked at him with a startling seriousness.

"I want to know..." she sat upright on the couch, leaning on her hands, "I want to know about Freeza." Goku's once cool expression changed to match hers. "I want to know what makes him so dangerous." Goku dropped his eyes and struggled to decide whether or not to tell her about the one know as Freeza. Chi-Chi shifted in her seat, his silence making her anxious.

"First of all," he said to her finally, "it's a common misconception. Freeza is not a man, but a woman..."

-

Five years in the past

It was the stroke of midnight on a barren downtown city street. It was one of those long winter nights that made you think maybe the day would never come. The entire city had gone to bed, children were dreaming in their slumber and all the animals of the city had gone into hibernation, except for the man none as King Cold, Thomas Redd.

It was dark, almost pitch black were it not for the street lamps that lit up every street corner. One little shop also lit up the night. Inside, Cold and a few "associates" were having at some business deals while throwing back a few cold beers. Sampson's Ice-creamery , that was the name on the carved board above the shop. From the outside, one could see three men laughing and talking joyfully. They all sat around a circular table. Behind one of the men, were two armed henchmen in black leather jacket. That man was none other then the King himself. The man across from him, was Vegeta Black XIV(14th) but since the birth of his son everyone took to calling him Senior. Behind him were also two armed henchmen, well actually one henchmen and one henchwoman; Senior was an equal opportunity employer. The both of them were the big bosses, each to their own organizations. Tonight Senior was in Colds territory. Between the two of them, sat Old Sammy. He served as mediator as they negotiated the expansion of each of their territories. Talks were going really well. That's is, before in walked Michelle Redd.

-

Bang! Bang! ...Bang! Bang! Bang! Guns were whipped out, bullets flew, the two henchmen behind Senior were slaughtered. Blood flew across the walls in violent patterns. Grown men groaned in agony. Muzzles flashed with bright thunder. Soon, old Sammy and Vegeta Sr. were lying dead on the floor of the small Ice-cream shop. Only King Cold was left alive.

-

The three men looked to the door as she walked in, followed by Cole, Cold's son and Michelle's older brother. As soon as he entered the room five big men walked in after him. The middle aged bosses looked at each other nervously. Cold more so then the others.

"Hey sweetie," he said, addressing his daughter, "your supposed to be out celebrating... uh, what was it, your twenty..." Michelle narrowed her eyes.

"My Twenty-fifth birthday," she finished for him, then added with great petulance, "Daddy." Cold was not pleased with his daughters tone and knew immediately what was happening.

"Cold!" Senior shouted also aware of what was happening.

"I'll care of this, Black," he motioned for his men to remain calm and he stood up. "Aim for her head," he called to his henchmen, who did as they were told. "Right, now lets see if we can talk about this my dear daughter. I'm sure..." before he could finish Michelle nodded, seemingly addressing the men behind her father. No sooner did they calmly walk over to her side did Cold hiss with venomous heat. The three men were now beginning to except that they had been successfully ensnared. The two grunts guarding Senior now had put their arms up in surrender, as they were now faced with the odds of seven against two.

Michelle coolly walked over to the cream bar as sat on a stool. Cold's weary eyes watched her getting comfortable. Then she looked up at all of them and smiled.

"Kill them all, except for my father. Leave him to me."

-

"No, No please." The great King Cold stood upon his knee in a pool of blood. Four dead body's littered the floor, their eyes open in shock. "You've won, you're the new boss. don't kill me, I'm your father. You're my little Michelle, my Sweetie." His hands were together as if he were praying and his head was down. She held her hand out to her brother who gave her a gun. As he begged at her feet she aimed the gun at the back of his head. Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Call me Freeza old man. Lets get out of here," she said as she dropped the gun into the back of her dead fathers back.

-

The Present

Chi-Chi sat on the couch clutching the throw pillow with fright. By the end of Goku's story she mouth the words Oh my God. Goku looked as she was frozen in disbelief. He could only guess what kind of thoughts were going through her mind. At last she looked as if she was about to say something.

"Unbelievable," she said, Goku nodded his head.

"I know what you mean, I couldn't believe it either. How could she do that to her own..." Chi-Chi abruptly interrupted him.

"Freeza is a girl!" Goku's mouth gaped open.

"Your joking right," she looked at him with a fain ignorance, but let a small smile slip past her lips.

"Yes." She laughed and trailed off into a thoughtful stare into space. Then Goku just realized one little detail.

"Senior, was he..."

"No," Goku sighed in relief, "Vegeta and I had different fathers."

"So, what's with the silence." Chi-Chi smiled at him in gratitude.

"I was just wondering if Vegeta knew all along that Freeza was the one that killed his father." Goku could only shrugged his shoulders though he wished he could help her in some way. "I was also thinking that Bulma probably thought Senior was my father as well." She laughed to herself, she was grateful to be with people who were taking good care of her. "That's why she didn't want to tell me about Freeza." It was Goku's turn to smile.

"Well that's Bulma for you. Always there to look out for a friend." Chi-Chi nodded with a smile. Before either one noticed, they were face to face looking into eachothers eyes. Chi-Chi leaned in closer taking Goku by surprise. "What are you... what..." She put a finger over his mouth.

"Bulma is very beautiful." Her dark eyes stared into his. "You must love her very much to be with her so long?" Goku eyes widened at her question.

"I do." He caught sight of her eyes as they saddened with his response. "Of course. She's my best friend. Like a sister really. Why?" She inched in closer, their eyes looking at each others lips as they got closer. Then he said it. "How... old are you?" Instantly she stopped. She moved away, her eyes narrowed and her head shaking. Goku was confused by the sudden turn around, the second turn around to be precise. "What?" he asked. She only chucked a throw pillow in his face with a feminine grunt.

She scooped up her blanket and stomped toward the front door. Goku could do nothing but watch as she headed for the exit. "What!" He asked again dumbfounded as she turned the knob. She froze and turned to look at Goku still on the couch with a questioning look, then suddenly let out a groan of frustration and flung open the door. "What did I do?" He asked once more

"I...I DON'T KNOW!" She said before slamming the door. Goku stared at the closed door for awhile trying to figure that girl out but it was hopeless. He decided to take a nap so he fell over onto his couch and closed his eyes.

"Right..." he muttered to himself before letting sleep seep into his being.

Cut to Ending Theme now
"Bullet Soup" Ending Theme song
"Freeza's anthem-Many Men (revised)"
by
50-Cent

So theres chapter 2, of my little story. Made some changes most obviously Freeza is now a woman because of that I have to change the actor I think might be good for the role. lets see.

Freeza(Michelle Redd)-Angelina Jolie

Ohh, well if your out there, how about a review. so if theres anyone out there give me a sign. I'm I talking to my self? oh well. bye

oh and I hereby disclaim any and all rights to Dragon Ball Z and its characters.