Though he had not left the training room since beginning this mission to reclaim his throne somehow his father had suckered him into a game of chess. he supposed he couldn't complain too much, one had to train their mind as well, especially if an opponent as powerful as Goku caught up with them. He had to come out eventually anyhow, as the ship was being neglected. The electricity was acting up due to poor repairs.

The lights had all gone out in the corridor outside Ices' room and much to Freiza's surprise the dragoness refused to walk through the completely blackened halls. He chalked her behavior up to the sexual harassment of a certain green and black stalker, and so when she wandered into his reluctant chess-match with his father he was bit more than a little surprised to see her out and about.

"The lights came back." She said in response to his surprised look as her own gaze was captured by the elegantly carved game pieces. The dragoness watched on in awe as the pair went back and forth in their game. She blinked as they moved the chess pieces around and King Cold grinned at her enraptured look.

"Do you play?" The king inquired, motioning to the game board.

"No." She replied, but her gaze told of how much she longed to try it.

"Then we will have to teach you, sometime." Replied the hierarch. Ices said nothing to him but gazed over to him as if trying to assess if he was serious or not.

"Just try to remember you're only teaching her chess." Frieza said coldly as he moved his queen over to take his father's rook. The lord gave his father a penetrating glare, he couldn't read minds but he knew his father well enough to guess what he may try with the dragoness. Good lord the last thing he needed was a damn half brother. "Ices, I'm glad you're in your armor, we will be landing shortly and I will need you to help me retake this world. If memory serves these natives will be quite the handful." The dragoness sat up and tilted her head to the side. She looked down at herself and made a face when she realized that because of this armor she would be unable to take her draconian form to feast.

With a quiet sigh she supposed she'd have to make do in this smaller form. This was going to get messy.

Some time later the craft came to land on a prairie with tall crimson grasses, which swayed in the slight breeze. The pinkish sky above gave the illusion of peace and kindness to this planet. The fierce snarls that greeted them, spoke otherwise, however. Soldiers raised their blasters toward the sounds emanating from the treeline. Apparently the natives had known they were coming and amassed a defense.

Several large armored feline creatures broke from the aforementioned treeline followed by troops mounted on scaled birds, much resembling ostriches. These beasts wore wicked sharp weapons over their beaks and talons as their long legs glided gracefully over the grass. The beasts instantly zero'd in on Ices who had insisted on being in the vanguard. Her small stature compared to the soldiers made her appear to be the easiest target and as the first war-beast leapt at her with its jaws ready to latch onto her neck she shattered their illusion in an instant.

Ices twirled around and locked her tail around the feline's neck and snapped it easily. In the blink of an eye another beast was almost upon her and she tore through it with the talons at the top of her wings. Her eyes carried a predatory glint and a smirk broke out over her face, it was time to feed. The other beasts met their fate by the blasters of freiza's men. Ices wrinkled her nose, these kills didn't smell appetizing in the least. Carnivore meat was always too tough and gamey. Her eyes wandered to the rapidly approaching cavalry. Perhaps some poultry would be more to her tastes. Without warning she rushed forward and tore clear through one of the bird's chests. It's rider was thrown clear, but she ignored him. The smell that these gave off was marginally more appealing, but still she felt as if it would not satisfy her needs.

Bodies were piling up around her as she felled one rider after another, blasters took out what they could from afar but soon their energy was spent and the next wave swept in from behind to engage their prey in hand-to-hand combat while the shooters rested. The ostrich-creatures tore soldiers clean in half with their powerful beaks that cracked through armor as easily as an eggshell. The smell of death already hovered over this formerly peaceful meadow.

Ices slaughtered tirelessly as she searched for a decent meal. Finally a group giraffe-like creature with long spindly legs and three clawed toes lumbered out pulling a large war machine. She paid the machine no heed as she made quick work of the beasts of burden.

That was how Cell had found her, covered in gore as she tore out the innards of a still-living creature to feed her primal hunger. Her eyes were feral as she ripped out steaming chunks of flesh and swallowed them down quickly. It stirred something in him and he wanted nothing more than to crush her lips against his as he had all those weeks ago in the forest.

Suddenly her wild eyes locked onto him and he felt all those emotions jolt into his stomach in an electric force of pleasure. He could not copulate with her as he so desperately desired in that moment but that did not stop him from appearing next to her and crushing her against him. Her armor had been chipped and cracked but still held strong between them. He paid no heed to the hindrance as he pressed his lips against hers roughly. The coppery tang of blood met his tongue but he ignored it, or perhaps it excited him. The evil and horribly confused villain had no idea what to do about the feelings welling within him. He wanted to tear of her clothes and pleasure her? torture her? He had no idea.

The picture in his mind was her upon her back in the gore with bared breasts, hard nipples and a look of pure agony as he lay upon her and ground her down with his weight.

He was interrupted from his thoughts as a sharp pain shot another jolt of pleasure though his stomach. The dragoness had nipped his lip and currently sucked lightly on his green blood as she crooned with delight. Suddenly he was on his back and she was upon him. Somehow he was quite willing to be pinned by the female as her lips moved from his lips to his neck where another sharp pain caused him to moan with delight as she bit him hard enough to leave a bruise.

Ices wanted nothing more than to have the male pierce her with his non-existent manhood. Her insides were a hot aching mess as she rubbed herself against his upper thighs trying desperately to alleviate the ache inside. She growled with frustration and was forced to abandon her perch when several of the enemy soldiers rushed her.

The hostile act pulled her back to reality and two long, almost vampiric fangs snapped into place. She leapt forward and buried the fangs into the nearest soldier's neck. Muscles in her cheeks spasmed and a clear substance dripped from her jaws as she released him and pumped her wings to finally take to the air.

The other two soldier's words were alien to her but she was sure by the tone that they were something along the lines of "did that crazy bitch just bite him?" Her venom was fast acting and their friend began seizing as soon as she was airborne. She glided easily over the battlefield and noticed that frieza's troops here had nearly won. As she lifted her gaze to the horizon a black smudge in the distance denoted that Frieza had successfully destroyed their inner city and hopefully taken the capitol.

Soon an announcement met them over the scouters, the battle had been won and they were to gather at the site of the victory to partake of the spoils of war. She assumed that meant the men got to rape and plunder. She snorted in distaste, but she couldn't complain too much. She was free and she was fed.

Today had been a good day.