A/N: This chapter will feature a little bit of gore. Sorry I was gone for so long, but to make up for it, I pushed this chapter out and made it just a touch longer. But I also had to cut some things out, so sorry about that.

Wine: I'm honestly happy to be back. Things had to take a backseat for a while because of school and my job, but I'm hype to keep this going. I'm glad you're enjoying this story.

X3runner: You're right. Ivory isn't too good with her emotions so she probably doesn't realize that she doesn't really "hate" everything she claims to hate. This might hurt her later on…

"This way Princess. We'll arrive at our destination shortly."

Ivory stayed in careful step behind Biamuh, her eyes darting around their surroundings. It was much darker in this part of town then she had ever seen before, but she supposed it would better for what Biamuh had prepared for her. The excitement was bubbling up inside of her, so much that she almost wanted to dance. When Biamuh had told her that all the necessary preparation had been completed, Ivory could hardly wait, wanting to leave right then and there. But Biamuh told her it would be better if they left under the cover of night, so Ivory had to wait.

Her request had been simple: it was getting hard to keep her temper in check, and it was even harder to try and satiate her need for blood. If she didn't get her hands on something, she was likely to take her anger out on whoever was closest, whether they be soldier or civilian. She needed to vent and needed to let her frustrations out somewhere, so she asked Biamuh to go and find her someone, anyone she could "play" with for a little while. She wanted him to find any kind of scum, the kind of pathetic people that the world could do without, like thieves or murderers, that no one would miss. She knew better than to attack anyone in broad daylight or anyone considered "innocent"; if she killed criminals, she would be doing local law enforcement a favor.


She could hear the raucous laughter of a group just beyond them and saw the faint flickerings of a fire just up ahead. Biamuh motioned for her to stay silent as they crept up on the group, not wanting to alter them to their presence. Despite how deep into the city they were, Ivory still didn't want to cause a commotion. Things would be okay for then though, as there weren't too many escape routes back here. Even if they did know the duo was approaching, the group of thieves didn't have too many places to go. There was a large chain fence just behind the group and Ivory and Biamuh were blocking the mouth of the alleyway.

They were trapped.

The group consisted of about eight men of various sizes, all huddled around a small fire. Their heist must've been successful because each man was surrounded by at least three bags filled with money and an armful of jewels. Weapons lay discarded on the ground around them, an arm's reach away in case someone stumbled upon them.

Not that they would be of any use.

"Biamuh, keep watch for me. I'm going to enjoy myself."

"Of course Princess."

As soon as she rounded the corner, a hush went over the group of thieves as they all grabbed their weapons and aimed them at her. A few of the thieves had shaky hands as they tried to hold their weapons up, others protectively hunched over their money. "Hey! Who are you?!"

Ivory didn't answer, trying to decide who she would tackle first. Ideally, she'd go after the leader first and make an example out of him, then murder the rest of them.

"Hold on now boys. This one is a real cutie." The largest of the thieves let go of his bag of money and approached Ivory, though he kept his weapon at his hip. It glinted dangerously in the firelight but it didn't even phase Ivory: she'd had weaponry much worse pointed at her before.

"So, what's a cute little thing like you doing out here? You want a taste of danger?" He threw his arm over her shoulder and smiled in her face but all Ivory could focus on what the stench of alcohol on his breath. It reminded her of nights when her mother would drunkenly wander into her room and lament about all the things they could've had if her father hadn't been so foolish.

She hated it.

He started to lean in as if for a kiss, but Ivory placed two fingers on his mouth to stop him from getting closer. He looked confused when his lips met flesh instead of her lips, but his expression quickly morphed into one of confusion as a thin coating of frost began to spread outwards from her fingers. She gripped his neck with her other hand to stop him from moving and pressed her fingers more insistently against his lips. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get very far. He was at her mercy as his lips were sealed together and frost began to cover his entire head.

Ivory almost felt bad for him. This was one of her favorite methods of killing simply because of how slow and terrifying it was for her victims. All his airways could be covered in ice first, then the rest of his head. He would freeze to death of course, but it was more than likely that he was going to suffocate first.

It was sad. His mouth was sealed shut and he couldn't scream, try as hard as he might. He jerked and writhed in her grasp, his eyes wide with panic and fear. He tried to attack her, to punch and kick her with all his dwindling might, to do something instead of succumbing to this torturous fate. But the frost continued to spread, thickening even as it covered his eyes and swept over his hair. The fight gradually left him and he went limp in her grasp, his body slumping into her. Ivory let his body drop, watching him give one last pathetic struggle before going still.

His face was permanently twisted into one of pure fear.

"H-Hey! Boss!"

"Is he…"

"Did she kill him?!"

"What happened?!"

Ivory just laughed. She was feeling so much better already.

"I dunno who you are or what you did to the boss, but you're gonna pay for that!" One of the braver thieves raised his gun, firing three shots in rapid succession. Ivory caught them in her palm easily, turning her gaze to the man who fired. His grip on the gun slackened and his body trembled fiercely, choked whimpers leaving his mouth as Ivory shook her head.

"You wish to die that badly?" She flicked one of the bullets back at the man who barely had time to react. He opened his mouth to scream, but the bullet hit its mark right between his eyes.

The others watched in horror as his body dropped to the ground as well, giving one final twitch before going still.

"Then die."

The six remaining men went into a frenzy, frantically scooping up their belongings and trying to run away. Three bold ones tried to climb the fence while holding onto their money, the attempt made harder with the use of a single hand. One man was a crying mess, face pressed to the ground as countless pleas spilled from his mouth in an attempt to spare his own life. The remaining two, having not learned from their comrade, frantically fired all their ammo at her to try and stop her.

Ivory laughed, the bullets merely bouncing off of her skin as she approached the group. Even though their bullets weren't working, the men still fired, even as Ivory walked right up to them. She seized the muzzles of their guns and crushed them in her hand, their mouths dropping open in shock as the weapons were rendered useless.

"How unfortunate."

The gunman to her left tried to run but Ivory grabbed him by the throat before he could get far. A quick flick of her wrist sent him flying into his companion, the two of them crashing into the far wall. They groaned in pain, slowly trying to untangle themselves from their pile on the floor, but Ivory was there in an instant, kicking the taller of the two in the head. His neck snapped with a sickening sound as his head twisted unnaturally to the right.

The shorter man looked up at Ivory in fear, opening his mouth to scream. The sound never came out though, Ivory grabbing his head and slamming it against the wall repeatedly. There was another sound, a wet crunching noise each time the back of his head met the wall. He was dead from the first hit, Ivory knew that for a fact, but all of her pent-up rage and anger from before started to come forth and she couldn't stop herself. She imagined it was Vegeta in her hand and she just couldn't stop, bashing him against the wall with renewing ferocity. His head became a mangled mess in her hand, blood staining the sleeve of her coat and her shoes.

With one final, brutal slam, she dropped the mangled mess of his head to the ground, the body slumping over his dead friend. Ivory lifted her hand into the air, watching as crimson rivulets dripped between her fingers. Red was such a pretty color, standing out vividly against her pale skin.

"You monster!"

Ivory blinked. She almost forgot about the last three thieves remaining. Or, two men remaining. One of them had given up on trying to climb the fence and had taken his own life with his weapon, his blood splattered across the faces of his still-living companions. The other two were pressed up against the wall, huddled together in fear. Their eyes darted between all the bodies on the ground and Ivory standing in front of them.

"Y-You killed them!"

"Incorrect. He," she pointed to the slumped body against the fence. "took his own life. I didn't lay a finger on him. The others I take full credit for. But don't worry. You'll join them soon enough."

The man whimpered, grabbing his weapon from his hip and bringing it to his temple. His friend screamed and begged them to reconsider but his mind was already made up. Like the man lying dead beside him, this one thought that taking his own life was the better option.

"Oh no. You're not getting away that easily." Ivory kicked the gun out of his hands before he could fire. "I'm not finished having my fun yet."

"Fun?! Is this some sort of game to you?!"

Ugh, she hated the mouthy ones. "I don't think I like the tone you've taken." She lifted a finger and gathered a small ball of energy at the tip, gripping the man's jaw with her free hand and tilting his head back. He eyed the energy in her hand in shock, then started to thrash as she brought it towards him. He opened his mouth to scream and Ivory pushed the energy in, quickly shutting his mouth and forcing him to swallow it.

The man looked up at her in confusion, then his body started to convulse and expand, his stomach bloating up unnaturally, limbs stretching and distending grotesquely. His companion beside him watched his body expand in disgust while Ivory simply laughed. This was going to be disgusting but the pay off would be worth it. Though, there would be quite a mess afterward…

"Allow me, Princess." Biamuh appeared at her right, holding out his coat in front of her to shield her from what was going to be a very messy situation once the body could no longer expand.

As if on cue, the man gave one last scream as his body exploded, sending a rain of blood and viscera over everything. Biamuh's coat shielded her from the worst of the blood rain but the last man remaining was completely covered in his comrade's blood. He stared at his hands and body in complete horror, unable to comprehend what just happened. His eyes roamed over all the bodies in his wake then landed on Ivory.

She smirked and he fell forward, knocking his forehead against the ground as he cried and begged for Ivory to spare him. "P-Please don't hurt me! I have a family!"

Ahh, there it was. She'd been wondering when one of them would use the family excuse. As if that would truly sway her. She lost count of how many people had begged for mercy because they had a family at home. "Do you seriously believe that bringing up your family will spare you? I could care less about them. In fact, I'm doing them a favor."

Before she could act, Biamuh cleared his throat. "Princess, I fear that people are approaching. We must take our leave."

Ivory stared at the man at her feet. A shame they had to leave so soon, but all good things must come to an end. "I fear the fun is over now."

The man breathed a sigh of relief, clearly thinking he was safe. Ivory scoffed, bringing her foot down harshly on his head.

"Now we can leave."


They fled the scene soon after that, shedding their bloody clothing once they were far enough away (and hidden) and setting them ablaze. It was late enough that there weren't many people on the streets, but they couldn't be too careful. Even though Biamuh assured them that they were in a less populated and dirtier part of town, someone could still spot them.

"Did you enjoy yourself, Princess?"

Ivory hummed. It wasn't nearly enough but all the tension from before slowly ebbed away, leaving her content. She didn't even feel that restlessness anymore and that irritating itch under his fingers had faded. "I did. Thank you Biamuh. I had been getting a bit agitated lately, but I feel so invigorated now."

"Shall we make this a habitual thing during the duration of this mission? I'm sure I could track down another group of criminals for you."

That sounded like a wonderful idea. "That would help keep my sanity. Yes, if you can organize this more often, I would appreciate it."

The night was still so young and while they could've stayed out a little while longer, all Ivory wanted to do was go home and go to sleep. She had a feeling she would have no trouble drifting off tonight.


The first thing Ivory saw when she woke up the next morning was Kirsi's scowling face above her, which was not how she wanted to start the day. She'd been having such a great dream before she awoke, but now it was like she was thrown into a nightmare. "How long have you been there?"

"Not very long. I just wanted to share a bit of information with you that was urgent."

"Unless it's about the empire, I don't have the time for it." In truth, she knew exactly what was going on with their empire so anything Kirsi might have to report, Ivory already knew. "I have things to do today."

"Running around with the earthlings? That hardly constitutes anything of importance."

Ivory held back an eye-roll. She wasn't awake enough to be dealing with this right now. But if it would get her mother out of here quicker, she'd listen. "Alright, mother. I'll spare some time. What is it you wanted to tell me?"

"Early this morning, I happened to hear about something…horrifying. Eight men were found brutally killed last night."

Well, news spread rather quickly on this planet. No doubt everyone would be talking about this today. Biamuh did warn her of this, but there wasn't a way to connect Ivory to the crime. There'd been no witnesses, no evidence of them having been present, and the men were criminals. Not like anyone would get revenge for them. This planet was a better place because of her actions. "Some people have twisted ways of dispensing justice."

"Why would someone need to deliver justice? They were just men." Kirsi smiled at her, but it lacked all warmth. Ivory had slipped up but she wasn't going to give Kirsi the satisfaction of having caught her in a lie.

Ivory shrugged. "People have odd reasons for doing what they do. Who are we to judge?"

"Your attempts at feigning innocence are adorable darling, but we both know that you were behind those killings last night, weren't you?"

She laughed. Maybe Kirsi wasn't as dumb as previously assumed. "Alright, I confess. That was my doing. I was feeling a bit restless and needed a way to burn off some of this tension. It's passed." 'For now at least.'

Kirsi huffed, throwing up her hands in disgust. "Honestly Ivory, what possessed you to do something like that?"

"I felt like it. And it was a much better solution than anyone here becoming the target of my frustrations." She had some of her own personal, handpick personnel here and knew that Kirsi had brought along her favorite men as well. It'd be a shame if anyone had to suffer. Ivory had a bad tendency to just kill whoever was the closest to her and this way, she managed to curb her frustrations without spilling the blood of her soldiers.

"Ivory, the one thing you made clear was that we should avoid bringing attention to ourselves, yet you go and pull a stunt like that?"

"No one will ever be able to connect me to what happened. And even if they could, where's the proof?" She and Biamuh had destroyed their bloody clothing before they came home and Biamuh made sure to take her home through back streets and more alleyways. There was no way they could've been spotted. As far as anyone knew, someone decided to get revenge and went about it ruthlessly. "Honestly Kirsi, what's the harm in a little fun? And those men were criminals. No one that's going to be missed."

Kirsi sighed deeply. "Fine Ivory. Fine. I'll leave you to get ready for the day."

"Thank you, Mother."

Kirsi, with nothing more to say on the matter, quickly left from the room. On the way out though, she spoke a few quick words to Biamuh, who dutifully remained outside the door waiting (no doubt because Kirsi ordered him to) for them to finish. Ivory waited until Kirsi's footsteps disappeared to breathe slowly, letting her shoulders drop as all the tension bled out of her. Already her morning was starting to sour.

"Biamuh," Ivory called.

He was at her side in an instant. "Yes, Princess?"

"What did she tell you?"

"She wanted me to convince you to see reason, her words not mine."

Ivory sighed, discarding her nightclothes as she prepared to bathe. Biamuh went around the room, gathering her clothes and items for the day to set them out for her. Even though this happened, maybe the rest of the day would turn out better. "I fear that Kirsi will start to meddle in my affairs and we can't have that. I know she's upset with our arrangements, but I can't make sure she's comfortable while also carrying out this mission."

"Perhaps we should give her an assignment as well? The soldiers tell me that she became very frustrated with the reports we designed and simply gave up."

'Of course she did.' "The thought has crossed my mind, yet I can't think of anything to give her. She has no combat experience nor subtlety. I can't even ask her to gather information because she'll expose herself. What are we to do?"

Biamuh hummed. Despite how intelligent he was, even something as difficult as this would challenge him. He knew as well as she did that Kirsi was difficult to work with and please, especially when she was denied doing things her way. "It hasn't been too long Princess. Perhaps we should simply give it time, make her realize that she has no choice but to cooperate with you."

If that was the only option, she'd accept it. "Fine. For now, we leave her to her own devices. I need to get ready for the day, so be sure that she doesn't disturb me again."


After she bathed and dressed, Ivory felt a lot better. She paid no mind to the looks Kirsi gave her as she moved around the house, checking in with her soldiers before she left for the day. She wanted to know where their loyalties lied and if Kirsi had been going behind her back and misinforming them. But the soldiers obeyed Ivory first and foremost and swore loyalty to her, not Kirsi. There didn't seem to any seeds of doubt in any of the soldiers and a few of them updated her on Kirsi's behavior the past few days, things that Ivory knew Kirsi would prefer she didn't know. But despite Kirsi being Queen and therefore ranking above Ivory, the soldiers feared Ivory much more.

Her mood improved even more once she and Biamuh left the house, something that Biamuh took note of as they walked down the street together. "I see our excursion last night has helped."

"Of course it did. I don't know why, but that always seems to calm me down." Most people enjoyed a glass of wine or a nice bath or something to read to relax, but Ivory enjoyed a good bout of bloodshed. She never knew why and no one tried to break her of her habit, but it relaxed her as nothing else did. It was something she shared with her father; he didn't kill for sport very often but when he did, he would teach her the best ways of torture. They bonded over their mutual love for destruction and genocide.

"As I've said before, we can make it habitual. I've already taken note of some of the less than savory areas around the city. I'm sure no one will miss a few street rats."

Their walk continued, with Biamuh slowing down the closer they got to where they met Gohan the previous day. He stayed at least three steps behind her, and even though Ivory was acutely aware of where he was, he flawlessly blended into the crowd. She was sure she had lost track of him a couple of times, but he was always in his shadow. It made Ivory realize that, if he ever wanted to, Biamuh could betray her and she'd never know. He could betray her and go into hiding and she would never find him again. He'd never do that of course and Ivory had nothing to worry about, but after her father had been betrayed by the Saiyans, Ivory didn't want to take chances. She trusted Biamuh with her deepest secrets but if he ever decided to betray her, she didn't know what she would do.


Did Ivory think she was clever? Did she think she was above the consequences? She always did this, always did something without consulting anyone else. Always going off on her own like her ideas were the best ideas in the galaxy. She acted like a spoiled child and Kirsi blamed Frieza for raising her that way. Frieza raised Ivory without even considering what Kirsi had to say or what Kirsi thought Ivory should know. As a result, Ivory grew up spoiled and thinking that she was on equal levels with Frieza, sometimes above him. She thought herself above everyone and everything.

But Ivory, like everyone else, had her weaknesses.

Kirsi knew that Ivory heavily depended on Biamuh for everything. He knew everything about her, all her strengths and weaknesses, all her plans, all her policies. If she was going to take her daughter down a notch, Kirsi would need some help. Biamuh was going to be her ticket to finding out an angle to take to teach Ivory a lesson. And she knew she could get everything she needed out of Biamuh if she wanted to. Biamuh was a man, after all, a man who spent all his time around a child. He needed a woman. He had needs, needs that Ivory couldn't help him fulfill. Kirsi was well-equipped to take care of everything Biamuh needed and then some.


She waited for Biamuh downstairs, sending all of the posted soldiers away to some other room. She may have trusted some of them, but there were a few she knew she couldn't trust, men that would go running straight to Ivory when they saw something worth reporting. She'd been embarrassed enough times over the years and she didn't want it to happen again. Especially considering who her target was; if any of the men loyal to Ivory saw Kirsi around Biamuh, they would no doubt tell Ivory. And Kirsi did not want to deal with a livid Ivory. No, she had to make sure she did this without witnesses.

Biamuh seemed surprised to see her waiting from him, but he refused to show it. He bowed respectfully as all soldiers did though he seemed like he wanted to leave the room. "My queen."

Kirsi smiled kindly at him. "I'm surprised you're alone. You're usually right at Ivory's feet."

"The mission she went on doesn't require me around her throughout the day."

He moved to walk past her, but Kirsi grabbed his arm and patted the seat beside her. "Sit Biamuh. I'd like to have a word with you."

Biamuh looked suspicious and Kirsi cursed Ivory for putting ideas in his head. No doubt Ivory told him to be cautious around her which was ridiculous. Ivory had the entire empire walking on thin ice around Kirsi for little to no reason. Luckily, she was able to persuade them to see reason, but there were still a few stubborn ones that remained rigid in their beliefs.

He sat on the edge of the seat, back straight, hands folded in his lap. He was a perfect soldier in all regards, something that Kirsi couldn't fault him for. He either didn't read the room or was too strict in his training to let his guard down. But she would break him. Plenty of soldiers acted so formally in front of them and she was able to get many of them on their knees for her. Their wills were weak like that. "Relax Biamuh. You aren't in trouble."

"I'm fine my Queen. What did you want to discuss?"

Straight to the point. Alright, Kirsi could work with this. "Biamuh, you've done nothing but look after my daughter ever since she was young. You must've noticed some of her…questionable decisions."

"My Queen, the Princess always thinks through all her decisions and takes the best course of action based on many factors. Childish as she may seem sometimes, Princess Ivory has been doing her best for the empire and her decisions reflect that."

Biamuh would defend Ivory to his dying breath, wouldn't he? He'd be hard to crack but she knew she would manage. She's dealt with her fair share of difficult men and came out on top in the end. "Yes, but only when it comes to the empire. She rarely thinks when it comes to much else."

"That isn't true either. She consults multiple advisors before she does anything. Unless it's something personal, Princess Ivory always consults others before she makes a move."

"She's not here right now Biamuh. You don't have to be so formal." Very carefully, she leaned into him, sliding her knee over to his. He didn't say anything at her change of position but he did lean back slightly.

"Apologies. However, I only speak the truth."

"Yes, and you're very loyal. Sometimes, I think Ivory takes advantage of your loyalty." She moved again, this time pressing her chest into his. Biamuh flinched this time and tried to move away but Kirsi wrapped an arm around his neck to prevent anything further. He could fight her off if he wanted but he probably thought she would have him killed for it. And she could if she wanted to, but Ivory would be enraged and Kirsi didn't want to deal with that.

"I…do not understand how you came to that conclusion."

"You're so blinded by loyalty, of course, you don't see it. You'll do anything she says without question, and if it goes wrong, she takes it out on you. Isn't it tiring?"

"That's where your wrong my Queen. The Princess can and will admit when she is wrong. She understands how to take criticism and she grows from it. And she rarely raises a hand against me when she's angry."

Kirsi wasn't sure if that was really true, but Biamuh would always paint Ivory in a flattering light. She wasn't going to get anywhere from bashing her daughter, so she needed to change her tactics. "Aren't you tired of serving her though? Being kept under her thumb, following her everywhere, listening to her day in and day out must be taxing on you. And stressful."

"I…no my Queen, she…where are you going with this?"

By now, Kirsi was practically sitting in his lap, pushing her chest more insistently into him. "Ivory has you running ragged with all her plans. Perhaps you need to release some of that tension."

"I…I'm still not following."

Didn't Ivory speak highly of Biamuh? How could he possibly be this dense? "Serve me instead of Ivory. I would never run you ragged, and under my rule, all your needs will be met and I'll satisfy your every desire." She tilted his chin up, gently flicking her tongue over his lips. Biamuh breathed out harshly, doing his best to lean away from her. He was losing the fight and Kirsi had him.

"All you need to do is tell me what Ivory's planning, and I'm yours."

She leaned in for a kiss, ready to seal the deal, but was shocked when Biamuh quickly and gently pushed her away, stumbling away from her. "My Queen, this is highly inappropriate. I don't know what you're aiming for, but my loyalties remain with the Princess and will always remain with her. You might be my queen, but I swore to the late lord Frieza that I would protect Princess Ivory at all costs. Until the Princess dismisses me, I serve her and only her."

Kirsi growled. No man had ever rejected her advances. Why was Biamuh different? Because he was scared of Ivory? Ivory was a Princess, not a Queen. Kirsi ranked above her! If she wanted Biamuh, she could have him! "She's going to grow tired of you! You and I both know that! When that happens, you're as good as dead! Why do you serve her when you know she'll kill you for the smallest reasons?!"

Biamuh glared at her. "I would let the Princess kill me before I ever betrayed her. I understand that you don't agree with her or the things she does, but she has her reasons."

"You're going to die. She's going to be the death of you. One way or another, you're going to die because of her. Is that how you want to spend the rest of your life?"

"My Queen…the Princess is my life. Not the empire and not you. Wherever she goes, I will dutifully follow and I will not complain. If she were to kill me, I would accept my death happily and without fight. I would never betray her."


That went horribly. Kirsi felt angry and humiliated, to the point where she wanted to take a page out of Ivory's book and take her frustrations out on someone. Every man had a weakness, and if it wasn't the flesh of another, it was something. She knew she was getting under Biamuh's skin and knew he would give into her. But now her chances were gone; he would be even more cautious around her now than ever before. There was no other angle for Kirsi to work, not anymore. Ivory didn't trust anyone as much as she trusted Biamuh. She had a personal faction but Biamuh was the main one she interacted with. Now things were dangerous because Biamuh would tell Ivory everything that transpired.

Ivory wouldn't kill her. Kirsi didn't know why she was so confident about it, but Ivory wouldn't harm her. She made empty threats and that was it. Ivory threatened her all the time and yet Kirsi stood unharmed to this day. She never said it in too many words but Kirsi knew her daughter loved her. Ivory would be angry and Kirsi would take it in stride. She had survived Frieza's wrath before and she would survive Ivory's.

Then she would lay low for a while, let Ivory simmer down and cool off. Once Kirsi was out of her radar, Ivory would go off on her own again. Only at that moment would she try to strike again. Her intentions weren't malicious at all; she simply wanted Ivory to start thinking rationally. If Ivory had to be humiliated for her to learn her lesson, then so be it.

It would be a lesson well-learned.

A/N: Ivory needed to kill something and finally got to do just that. However, her actions have drawn Kirsi's attention and she is not happy. Kirsi is desperate to teach Ivory that she can't just run off on her own and do what she thinks is best. Now, Kirsi is on a war-path to find out anything she can about her daughter to teach her a lesson. She tried going through Biamuh but that failed and now Kirsi has to try something else. What does Kirsi have up her sleeve?

Something occurred to me while I was drafting scenes for the Super Arc of this story. There's no reasonable way for me to have Ivory and Frieza both on the Seventh Universe team for the TOP without taking someone else off the team. The only reason the team needed Frieza was because Buu had fallen asleep, but with Ivory on the team, that's one too many. So unless I take someone else off the team, there isn't a possible way for both of them to fit. So, I have a question:

If Frieza and Ivory were to both be on the Universe Seven team, who would I kick to make the extra spot? Obviously none of the Saiyans or Piccolo would be kicked, but who should I replace?

Please note that however this is answered, it won't change too much in terms of how the story currently progresses but rather changes the flow of things for the TOP.

Thank you to everyone who has been reading, reviewing, following, and favoriting. It means a lot to me. Until next time!