I do not owe any of these characters. Only Aura, Frostus, Mizu and Aura's parents were developed by me, although the original concept belongs to Akira Toriyama, such like all the other DBZ characters. Remember, this is a fanfic, it's for having fun. Hope you enjoy reading it as I enjoyed writing it.


Blue Blood

- Part 1 -

- Lose -

Frieza was running down the corridors like mother ordered to. He was scared, very scared, he wanted to get help. Funny how the palace was so silent and empty: it made him to go even more desperate. And he started to think about what to do. Then remembered of mother's words: he was strong, he knows how to use that energy and of he uses it right he would be a great leader. Although, father always contradicted mother: for him he was the youngest and the weaker, plus a coward.

Why am I running? – he thought to himself – Father was right: I am a real coward.

He stopped. Turned around looking back to the dark path from where he came from. There was no one to help his mother… And even if he finds someone later, it could be already too late. He took a deep breath and returned to the big saloon in the hope mother had already beaten the stranger from the shadows.

Aura was winning. The Saiyan was being easily beaten by her. He was already sitting against the wall, with some few wounds already. He could barely move but still he was able to stand up.

I'm not going to kill you… I just want to hear from you who hired you to kill me.

Lady Aura, what is spoken out there is true: you are a great warrior and a beautiful and nice Queen.

She didn't changethe hardness in her expression but there was something in that man that was starting to make her wonder why was he saying that.

Lady, get out of here quickly before he arrives.

He? Who are you referring to?

But at the moment she said that, a ray of light came from the first level, hitting her right in the chest, more precisely in the heart. It was a certain shot with an exact objective: kill the Queen. The Saiyan saw her fall, with her body regressing to her previous form and hit the floor lifeless. By the time her body fell, he saw in the background little Frieza next to the door, seeing his mother dead right before his eyes. The small kid focused his eyes glowing in rage in the Saiyan. A purple ki started to form around his body as the tears came down through his features.

The Saiyan didn't know what to do: or he would face little Frieza or run in order to prevent fighting him. He could be called a coward but he was told not to touch Frieza no matter what. So he decided to disappear in the shadows saying:

Kid, this isn't what you think…

Frieza blasted a beam in his direction but the Saiyan was able to escape from it and used the explosion's smoke to disappear. And he did. Frieza couldn't sense vital energy by himself, so he lost him. The blast opened a big hole in the saloon's top and the night sky could be clearly seen.

And there he was left: he, the destroyed once luxurious saloon and a corpse. He slowly walked in his mother's body direction. Like he still didn't believe what just happened… He left himself down hitting with his knees on the cold ground and grabbing mother's head in his arms. Her body once warm was now cold as ice. If he hadn't run away, maybe she was still alive. He will regret the fact he obeyed his mother's order for the rest of his life. A sadness and sorrow like he never felt before started to take over his mind and soul. The pain was too much to handle. Couldn't prevent to hold her in his arms tightly and crying tears over her always beautiful face. She was gone. Forever.

Koola urged to the palace. He saw a blast even from some miles away so he went to see what was going on. He found the hole in the roof and, illuminated by the moon's light, his little brother and his mother lying in the ground. He definitely noticed that a fight had taken place there but where was the other fighter? Koola landed behind Frieza.

In that moment he noticed from where the body was fluting blood. He saw it coming from the chest. Left side. The side of the Heart. Ice-jins are very strong and resistant but they have a week point: if a shoot hits their heart they are dead. They can survive even without limbs or intestines or even part of the brain but if their heart is badly damaged, there's no turning back. Although that is a very well kept secret that cannot be know outside their specimens. Otherwise, if their enemies find out, it would be a disaster. The one who shot her was someone who knew about that tip.

Frieza, what happened? Who was mother fighting?

A Saiyan-jin… - Frieza whispered with a mix of sadness and rage within. The answer was too silent that Koola didn't heard it right. Frieza was still attached to his mother's body and wouldn't let go. Koola insisted.

Frieza! – he cried in a more aggressive tone.

A Saiyan killed Mother! – the little one shouted with thefew strength that was still left on him, looking to his brother careless of what he might think by viewing him in such a weakness and emotional situation. Koola got shocked too. How could that be? Mother was very strong and yet she got killed!... But how? The Saiyan knew about that weak point? No, it was impossible… Unless!...

Frieza, did you saw the Saiyan killing Mother?

Frieza froze in surprise for that question. Although didn't replied. True thing was that he only saw her dropping dead, but there was only the Saiyan inside the saloon. He killed mom for sure.

Koola's doubts became clear enough from he too see what happened. But he told nothing to Frieza. He was already too broken, so he preferred to remain silent. In that moment soldiers entered the saloon.

We heard an explosion! Master Koola, is everything okay? – the soldier noticed then the Queen lying there, he stepped backwards – Quick! – turned to another soldier next to him – Go call the doctors, it's an emergency!

He obeyed and minutes later the doctors came and took the Queen away. Frieza wanted to go too but Koola didn't let him to.

No! Koola! Let me go with her! Let me!

Koola's nerves were getting into his limits and sick of seeing him in such a perturbed way he slapped him in the face.

She's dead! Get that fit in your mind, okay? So now we'll just have to live on!

He hurt him so badly that Frieza only thought in one thing: to disappear. And so he did, running away, leaving his brother alone in the saloon now full of soldiers who were reporting the incident.


I know I know I took a loooooot of time to upload this chapter but I've been Hell of busy so yeah, some stuff get delayed for a while / Sorry about it .. Although, one more left until the end of part 1. I hope you're enjoying :) this time there are no drawings, sorry. Write reviews I like to know people's opinions ;)