Gooooooood eveeeeennnnnniiiinnnng!! Sorry, random moment... Anyway, it took me a while to think up something I can do for this one, and I finally did! It's for King Cold & Frieza. I hope I did okay...

Disclaimer: .ZBD wno t'nod I (Man, I'm just going crazy today...) :p

"Yes... Soon, this planet shall be mine... I will sell it for lots of cash then-"

"King Cold!"

Staring out the window of his spaceship, King Cold gazed upon his next victim planet. He turned his attention to the soldier that barged in. "What is it now?" he snapped. He wasn't in the mood to be bothered.

The soldier looked as if he was going to cry. "It's Frieza! He's getting into everything, breaking stuff, and he bit my arm!"

"Not again! Why did I let my wife talk me into bringing him?" King Cold massaged the sides of his head. "Out of the way, wuss. I'll take care of it..." He pushed the soldier aside, who was staring teary-eyed at the bright red teeth mark on his skin.

"Frieza! Where are you!?" he hollered.

Five more soldiers came at him with panicked expressions. "Sir, he blew up our room! Now we've got nowhere to sleep..."

"Where did he go?"

"He went that way." one of them pointed behind them. "But where are we gonna sleep now?" he whined.

King Cold fired an eye beam and barbecued all five, leaving only a pile of ashes. He traveled in the direction they pointed to, while calling him again. "Frieza! You better get your little tail out here!"

"Hahahahahaha!" came a childish laughter just down the hallway.

"What? Frieza! Is that you?" King Cold quickly approached the end, both eyes fixed on a certain door, the same one he could hear his son's laughter coming from. "You're in trouble now!" The second he stepped foot in the entry way, an explosion sounded, sending a chunk of metal crashing into his face. "YEOW!!"

The little toddler Frieza laughed wildly as he hung from the ceiling. King Cold grasped the mark on his face with his right hand, with teeth clenched and eyes watery. "You, get over here!"

Frieza stuck his tongue out at him. Then jumping down from the ceiling, he bounced off his daddy's head and dashed through the hall ahead.

"Get back here!" King Cold chased after him.

Making sharp turns at every corner, crashing into people and things, and running into walls a few times; King Cold was starting to get good and frustrated now. The chase eventually took them to the ship's kitchen. Frieza headed straight for the refrigerator and opened the door, then pulled out the things closest to him.

King Cold stopped dead in his tracks and examined the objects in Frieza's hands. "Son, put down those eggs!"

Frieza grinned evilly, then lifted his hand and tossed the first egg as hard as he could, throwing the other right after.

King Cold stood silently for a moment before wiping the dripping yolks and broken shells from his face. He took a deep breath to keep calm. "Frieza-"

Laughing, Frieza reached back into the fridge and grabbed two more eggs and faced him again, evil smile and all.

"Frieza, no! Don't you even think about-"

Splat

"You've done it now!"

Squish splat

"I'M GIVING YOU ONE LAST CHANCE!"

Smash

"Now there's glass everywhere- no! Not the orange juice!"

Splash

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A group of soldiers stood pressed their ears against the closed door on the other side, listening in to what was going on. They all tumbled over when the door slid open without warning. King Cold stood over them and stared, milk, juice, and anything else from the fridge dripping on them like rain. He kicked them out of the way, then headed back to his quarters, grumbling all the way there. "It's time I taught that brat some manners..."

I wonder if that's how Frieza really was when he was little... 'Cause we all know he wasn't ALWAYS the polite little freak he is now, he had to learn to behave just like the rest of us! Okay, enough jabbering from me...