Author's Note:-
Sorry for the big gap... I don't have much free time these days n_n' I'm trying! Also it took me like two days to figure out a timeline that made sense, because I completely forgot there had to be a year between using the dragonballs (I know! How did I miss that?!), so I kind of set this fic up without allowing myself enough time between the events of The Nameks and now... Anyway. After a lot of time, stress and confusion, I think I finally worked out a timeline that didn't contradict The Nameks, canon or this fic... Fingers crossed! I do have plans to post the timeline online at some point.
Anyway! This chapter isn't hugely long, but I think I'm going to go with smaller, more frequent chapters in this fic. Although that's how Demonic Love started, but towards the end of DL the chapters went pretty long n_n' So, I guess I'll see how it goes. Anyway! I'm hoping this one is worth the wait :)
Out in the wilderness, deep in a forest, a young human girl was gathering berries for her family. She was about to head home to her village nearby, when suddenly the sky darkened. The girl looked up in confusion, and her eyes widened. She let out a gasp and dropped the basket of berries, staring in horror at what she saw. What… what was that? It looked like a giant dragon in the sky! The girl followed its tail down, to a part of the forest that she knew well. It was a clearing – it wasn't far from here… The sensible part of her brain told her not to, but her young curiosity told her to check it out. She raced over to the clearing, her mind soaring through countless ideas of what she would possibly find.
Meanwhile, Lord Kuriza was standing in the clearing, staring up at the Eternal Dragon Shenron, who he had just summoned.
"Speak your wish." Shenron demanded.
"Huh? Oh." Kuriza uttered, snapping out of his daze. "Right…" He cleared his throat, and as he did so the human girl approached the scene. She ducked behind a tree and watched, hidden from sight, as a strange looking lizard boy stared up at the dragon. This was so weird… what was going on? "Eternal dragon," The lizard boy that was Lord Kuriza began. "I command you to bring back Lord Frieza!"
"Impossible." Shenron answered.
"What!" Kuriza gasped. Wait… had he heard it right? It was…? "What do you mean, 'impossible'?" Kuriza demanded angrily, suddenly infuriated by the dragon's refusal to grant his wish. "You have got to be kidding me!" He wailed. "Do you have any idea what I went through to gather these stupid dragonballs? I even got bit by a lizard – me! Lord Kuriza! Do you have any idea how humiliating that is for me?"
"Yes." Shenron replied bluntly. "But I still can't revive Lord Frieza."
"And why not?" Kuriza snarled. This was unbelievable! He wasn't going to stand for this! If that stupid dragon didn't bring back his papa then – then Kuriza would blow it up!
"I only have enough power to revive somebody once." Shenron explained. "Because this person has already been revived, I do not have the power to do it again."
"Oh – wait, so all you need is power?" Kuriza uttered, calming down a little. Well… that was an easy enough fix, right? "Okay… fine. I suppose you can have some of my power – so you can do it then, right?"
"Perhaps…" Shenron replied. "But even then, I will not be able to restore Frieza to his full power. In fact, he will be even weaker than you."
"Oh – that's perfect!" Kuriza grinned, his face lighting up in delight as he suddenly snapped out of his foul mood. "I forgot to say – I wanted you to make him less powerful than me anyway! So let's do that!"
"Very well." Shenron nodded. "Lend me your power."
Meanwhile, over in her hiding place, the human girl forced herself not to make a sound as she watched something bizarre. The lizard boy was holding his hands up to the dragon, and the dragon was glowing… What was going on? Who was this Frieza person? And how could he be brought back to life? This had to be a dream or something, right…? "Okay." The dragon spoke. "It is done. Lord Frieza has been revived."
"What?" Kuriza frowned, looking around. "What do you mean? I don't see him."
"He has been restored to the place where he died." Shenron answered. "Near the coast, a few miles from here."
"Oh… great." Kuriza sighed, smacking his tail into the ground in annoyance. "You couldn't have brought him here? You're useless!" He jumped into the air, and turned to fly towards his father. "Well, bye then."
"Wait." Shenron said. "What about your second wish?"
"Huh?" Kuriza blinked.
He landed back on the ground, and looked at Shenron in bewilderment. "Second? I get another wish?"
"Yes." Shenron nodded. "Normally I can grant three wishes, but reviving Lord Frieza took up two, so you have only one wish left."
"Oh… wow." Kuriza grinned excitedly. "I didn't know that! Okay!" He went quiet for a moment, trying to think of what else he could wish for. Hm… maybe he could bring back Grandpa and Uncle Coola… Oh, but then again…
Kuriza looked at Shenron. "If I revive the rest of my family, do I have to give them back my inheritance?"
"How should I know?" Shenron barked. "You should ask a lawyer, I'm just here to grant wishes! Now hurry up!"
"Hey – don't take that tone with me!" Kuriza barked, glaring at the dragon angrily. "Do you have any idea who I am?"
"Yes. Now make your wish." Shenron demanded.
"Tch." Kuriza snorted, folding his arms in annoyance. Whatever. Anyway, he couldn't revive his family. He really didn't want to give back his inheritance, and if he brought back Grandpa and Uncle Coola they would definitely make him return it, and that would be awful. Hm… but… "There's nothing else I really want." Kuriza thought aloud. "… Humph. Hey!" He moved his eyes over to the human girl that was hiding behind a tree, and she jumped in fright. "You there! Come here!"
The human girl froze, terrified. Oh no… How had he seen her? He hadn't looked her way once! Oh no… no! "I said come here!" Kuriza yelled. "Do it before I kill you!"
"I'm sorry!" The girl shrieked, and raced over to him. "I wasn't spying, I just – I've never seen a dragon before, and –"
"Yeah yeah, whatever." Kuriza huffed, waving his hand dismissively.
"How did you know I was there?" The girl asked.
"I could sense you." Kuriza replied with an arrogant smirk. Haha, yeah! He totally could! Kuriza never used to be able to sense ki; like the other members of his family he'd always relied on his scouter… but when his family had been killed by people that could sense ki, Kuriza had thought maybe he should learn to do it himself – after all, not being able to do it might have been the reason his family had been killed. So, he'd spotted this human girl as soon as she'd arrived. He was just going to ignore her or maybe blow her up, but… what the hell. "Anyway," Kuriza continued, looking at her. "I've got a wish to use up, and I can't think of anything, so do you want it?"
"Wh-What!" The girl gasped. "Me? Use your wish?"
"That's what I said, isn't it?" Kuriza growled, his tail grinding into the ground in annoyance. What was her problem? Was she deaf or something! "Do you want it or not?"
"Um – yes!" The girl exclaimed. "I mean, if it's real, I could really use it. You see…" She lowered her eyes, trying her best to fight back her tears as she spoke. "My little brother, he's very sick. The doctors can't help him, and unless he gets better he might not make it past his birthday. He's only nine years old, and –"
"Yeah yeah, whatever!" Kuriza huffed. "I don't care about your stupid brother! Just get to the wish already!"
"Well… my wish would be to cure him." The girl said.
"Huh? Oh…" Kuriza uttered. "Well then, why didn't you just say that? Tch! Fine, okay." He looked up at Shenron, and pointed at the girl. "Can you heal her brother?"
"It is an easy task." Shenron replied. There was a pause, and Kuriza felt a slight raise in Shenron's power… Then the dragon spoke again. "It is done. He is cured. I have granted all of your wishes. Farewell." Then all of a sudden Shenron disappeared in a great beam of light, and the dragonballs gathered themselves into the air before blasting off in different directions to scatter themselves across Earth.
Kuriza glanced over at the human girl.
"Okay then." He said. "Bye –"
"Wait!" The girl gasped, grabbing Kuriza's arm. "Is my brother really cured?" She whimpered, staring desperately into Kuriza's eyes with tears in her own.
"Well I hope so! Otherwise it means my papa isn't alive either. Now let go!" Kuriza barked, harshly shrugging her off him. "I have to get to my papa right away, before he does something stupid and gets killed again."
"Okay, but – just one last thing!" The girl pleaded, grabbing Kuriza again.
"What?" Kuriza seethed, his patience rapidly running out. What was her problem? He never should have spoken to her – she was such a pest!
"What's your name?" The girl asked. "Please… tell me."
"Humph." Kuriza smirked arrogantly. "You can call me Lord Kuriza, the most powerful emperor in the universe."
"Okay!" The girl nodded enthusiastically. "Lord Kuriza! Thank –" She didn't have chance to finish thanking Kuriza before he leapt into the air and flew out of sight.
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Munch. Giggle! Over in the King Piccolo Mansion, the infant Princess Viola squealed in delight as she sat on top of the dining table, working her way through a pile of pancakes.
"Pickle, that's enough. She'll be sick." Frikiza scolded, watching as King Piccolo poured maple syrup over Viola's breakfast – that kid really had a sweet tooth.
"Stop worrying, she'll be fine." King Piccolo growled. He watched as Viola moved her eyes to his drink, and reached for it. "No!" King Piccolo barked, smacking Viola's hand away. "You don't take stuff from people that are stronger than you, that's stupid. Practice terrorising weaklings first, and then work your way up."
"I don't think you should be teaching her that stuff, King Piccolo…" Tambourine sweat dropped. Then his eyes suddenly widened as Viola lost her balance. "Hey – watch out!"
"Hm?" King Piccolo grunted. He watched, and made no effort to catch Viola as she fell off the table and landed with a great thud on the ground.
"Waaaaaaaa!" Viola wailed, tears pouring down her face.
"Oh! Baby –"
"Don't." King Piccolo ordered, throwing his arm in front of Frikiza as she attempted to grab the screaming child. He moved his eyes down to Viola and frowned. "Come on, you're not hurt. It's your own fault for not being careful anyway. Stop crying and get up!"
"Piccolo, she's just a baby!" Frikiza protested.
"Yeah well, she needs to grow up." King Piccolo grunted. He glared sternly at Viola and she stared back, her loud screams slowly becoming softer as she realised she wasn't going to get any help from her parents. "Come on." King Piccolo uttered, and dangled a pancake over Viola's head, just low enough for her to reach if she sat herself up. "Stop crying. Get up."
Viola grinned widely at the pancake, suddenly forgetting all about her fall. She giggled and pushed herself into a sitting position, and reached up to snatch the pancake from King Piccolo's hand, devouring it in seconds.
"Aww." The mutants smiled, watching their baby sister.
"Hey – King Piccolo, if we're teaching her to be tough, we should teach her manners too!" Cymbal grinned. "Like 'thank you' when people give her stuff."
"That's a good idea." Frikiza nodded, steadily coming round to the idea that maybe Viola wasn't a helpless little baby anymore. She'd really started developing a lot lately… She was growing up so fast…
"Tch! No way!" King Piccolo snorted. "She doesn't need to thank people – they should be thanking her, for letting them live!"
"She's not going to take over the world." Frikiza hissed. King Piccolo glared at her.
"Yes she is –"
They all froze suddenly, as a dark yet familiar aura struck them.
"… King Piccolo, what is that?" Tambourine asked.
"I don't get it…" Frikiza mumbled. "It feels like…" Her eyes widened. "Crap!" She looked at her husband. "Somebody revived Frieza!"
"Tch. Do you really think so?" King Piccolo grunted, looking back at her. Well… it did feel like him, but… the last time King Piccolo felt Frieza's energy, nothing had come of it.
"Yes – I'm positive! That's Frieza's energy, I'd know it anywhere!" Frikiza insisted. "Pickle – Frieza's incredibly dangerous! We have to get to him before he does something bad –"
"Okay!" King Piccolo grinned, taking that as permission to go and kick Frieza's ass. Well, it did feel like Frieza… and Frikiza could feel it too, so maybe this one was the real deal. King Piccolo picked Viola up off the floor, and his eyes lit up in delight. "Finally, I can test my new power!"
"Wait – you're going to kill him?" Piano gasped.
"Of course! He has no business being here. This is a perfect opportunity for me to have fun!" King Piccolo beamed.
"Okay, well I'll take Viola." Tambourine attempted to take Viola out of King Piccolo's grasp, when the demon king batted his hand away.
"No way! She's coming with me." King Piccolo exclaimed, placing Viola on his shoulder. He looked at Viola and crooned, "Don't you want to see your daddy rip somebody's guts out? Of course you do, my little princess! Watch carefully, and next time you can do the ripping."
He darted for the door, but not before Frikiza could swipe the infant Viola off King Piccolo's shoulder.
"Well, that's not happening." She growled, and handed Viola to Tambourine. "You stay here with her, and don't give her back to your father until I say."
"Okay…" Tambourine sweat dropped.
"Can I take her place?" Drum asked innocently. "I want to watch the violence."
"Maybe next time." Frikiza replied, and hurried out after King Piccolo, leaving Drum to sulk in disappointment.
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King Piccolo darted through the sky, fuelled with excitement and bloodlust, with a heavy dose of adrenaline coursing through his veins at the thought of testing out his new power. The last time he'd seen Frieza King Piccolo been so weak by comparison it was laughable… But now he was a hundred – no, a thousand times stronger, and Frieza had been stuck in Hell the whole time! King Piccolo was definitely strong enough to kick that repulsive little freak's ass all the way back to Hell now – and that was just the starting point! Once he tested out his new power on Frieza, he could move onto Goku… Now there was the real prize. Goku… If King Piccolo could wipe out Frieza, he would be one step closer to finally killing Son Goku. The only downside to this was that Viola couldn't see it. That was annoying… So far Viola was King Piccolo's most viable successor, so the younger she was exposed to violence the better… but whatever. That was just Frikiza being an overprotective bitch, and King Piccolo was not about to let it spoil his mood. How could he? He was about to take down Frieza! Yippee! Gore, gore, gore, gore, gore…
"Piccolo, calm down!" Frikiza scolded from beside him. "Listen – you have to be careful. Frieza's a lot stronger than the last time you saw him."
"What are you talking about?" King Piccolo snorted. "He's been in Hell the whole time – nobody gets stronger down there!"
"No, you don't understand!" Frikiza protested. "He wasn't in Hell the whole time, for a while he –"
"Father!" A voice came from behind them.
"Oh, crap…" King Piccolo muttered angrily. Tch. Unbelievable. King Piccolo recognised that voice – he would know it anywhere. It was Piccolo Junior… Goku's new best friend. This was despicable. King Piccolo hadn't seen or heard from that little brat in months, and now here he was, once again getting in the way of the Demon King Piccolo's plans. "Back off Junior, he's mine!" King Piccolo yelled back to his youngest son, who was quickly catching up to them.
"That's Frieza's energy!" Piccolo Junior gasped, coming up beside his father.
"Yeah – it won't be for long." King Piccolo smirked. "I'm going to kill him."
"You won't be able to." Junior replied. "He's a lot stronger than you think."
"What – what the hell is wrong with you two!" King Piccolo barked. "He's been in Hell! He can't get stronger down there! I know, okay? You cannot get stronger in Hell!"
"He wasn't in Hell the whole time." Piccolo Junior stated, and looked over at his stepmother. "He came back –"
"I know he did. I remember." Frikiza said. She looked at her husband. "Piccolo – please listen to me… He killed you."
"He what?" King Piccolo snorted. What the hell was she talking about? "Shut up."
"Piccolo!"
Frikiza flew ahead of her husband and stopped in front of him, blocking his path. "Listen." She ordered. "Frieza did come back to life before. I remember." She looked at Junior. "It's true right? I didn't imagine it?"
"No, you didn't." Piccolo Junior replied. He moved his eyes to his father. "It's true. He was revived last year, and he became as powerful as Goku. He killed me."
"What?" King Piccolo growled. What the hell was he talking about? That was bullshit! He and Junior were telepathically linked – if Junior had been killed then King Piccolo would know about it – … … … But… then again… last year, King Piccolo vaguely remembered… he'd had this dream…
"Pickle…" Frikiza uttered. "Remember that dream you had last year, when you felt that Junior had died? You said you thought you felt Frieza's energy, but then it was gone, right?"
"Hm." King Piccolo grunted. Yes, he did recall that… Now that he thought about it. Frikiza was still pregnant, and King Piccolo had felt what he thought was Frieza's energy. Frikiza couldn't feel it; being pregnant had made her less sensitive to ki. Then there had been this sudden feeling that Junior had died, but… Frieza's energy vanished the same day, and only the morning after King Piccolo could feel Junior again. King Piccolo had assumed it had all been a dream – of course he'd assumed that. Only the next day he could feel Junior – so of course it had been a dream! Obviously!
"I know I couldn't feel Frieza…" Frikiza began. "But I had this horrible nightmare… I never told you, but it felt so real. I dreamt that the Earth was destroyed and all of you died. Pickle…" Se whimpered, and stared into King Piccolo's eyes. "It was horrible, Pickle! And it wasn't a dream!"
"What?" King Piccolo frowned. Not a dream? But how?
"I found out from Bulma that Frieza had been to Earth, and he blew it up!" Frikiza protested. "He killed all of you!"
"That's bullshit!" King Piccolo snapped.
He didn't believe her. This was ridiculous. How could Frieza even be strong enough to kill anyone anymore – they had all surpassed him. King Piccolo couldn't have been killed! Not him, not Junior – and how the hell would King Piccolo not remember dying! It was ridiculous! King Piccolo turned to Piccolo Junior. "If he killed you then what the hell are you doing here?" He demanded.
"Bulma built a spaceship and went to get the Namekian dragonballs," Piccolo Junior explained. "So they used those to revive me – it only took her a day to get to New Namek, so yeah, you probably did assume me dying was a dream, but I assure you it wasn't. Frieza killed me, Father – you have to listen to me! He's incredibly dangerous now – he has the power to destroy the entire Earth! We have to be smart, and think of a way to stop him."
"Where's Goku?" Frikiza demanded.
"I can't reach him, he and Vegeta are training with Lord Beerus." Piccolo Junior answered. "Our best bet is Gohan, but he's out of town –"
"Fuck those weaklings, we don't need them!" King Piccolo snarled, immediately enraged. How dare they! He was insulted! Why was Frikiza and Junior's immediate reaction to turn to Goku and his soft-hearted half-breed son? King Piccolo didn't need Goku or his family! He was strong enough to defeat Frieza on his own, and he was infuriated that these two idiots were failing to realise that! "I don't care how powerful Frieza is now! He's nothing compared to me – and I'll show you!" King Piccolo roared. He bolted off in Frieza's direction, and Frikiza and Piccolo Junior followed desperately behind.
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Over by the sea, Frieza stared in wonder at his surroundings. Was this… Earth…? He felt different. He'd felt this way before, about a year ago… was it possible…?
"Am I alive again…?" Frieza uttered.
"Yes." A familiar voice answered him. Frieza turned round to see a young icejin standing there, and his heart stopped. Kuriza…
"K-Kuriza…?" Frieza choked. "Did you… revive me?"
"Yes, Papa." Kuriza nodded. "I did."
"… Hm." Frieza grunted, and a wide smirk spread across his lips as he immediately adjusted to his new life. "Well, it's about time you showed your loyalty to me!" He sneered, and made his way over to the younger icejin. "I was rather hoping you would avenge your father, but I suppose this is a start." He stopped in front of Kuriza and smirked down at his son, somewhat amused that Kuriza was still shorter than him. How adorable. "You've grown… slightly." Frieza sniped. "Tell me, how powerful are you now?"
"If you didn't rely on your scouter, you'd know." Kuriza replied. Frieza's eyes widened in shock, horrified that Kuriza had just spoken to him in such a manner.
"What did you say?" Frieza snarled.
"I can tell how powerful you are." Kuriza said. "It's not as strong as me. Unfortunately Papa, because you've already been revived, the dragon couldn't restore you to your former strength. All he could manage was to make you slightly less powerful than me, and I had to help him do it."
"Wh-What?" Frieza gasped.
He paused for a moment, paying attention to his own strength. No… Kuriza – was right – he was weaker! He was even weaker than Kuriza! Frieza could sense Kuriza's power, actually! The insolent little brat! In his four months of training Frieza had learned to do it, and he could see… he wasn't as strong as Kuriza… No. "Nooo!" Frieza screamed at the top of his lungs, his tail slamming into the ground and causing it to shake for miles around. "Why!" Frieza wailed, his eyes almost popping out of his skull in anger. This was bullshit! He couldn't be so weak! It wasn't fair! It wasn't fair!
"Don't worry, Papa." Kuriza smiled sweetly. "You're still alive."
Frieza stopped for a moment, calming down a little. Yes… Yes, he had a point. Frieza was alive… Alive again. He wasn't as powerful as he used to be, but so what? If he'd become so strong in just four months, imagine what he could do in a year! He could reach a level even beyond his golden form – far beyond it! Yes!
"You're right, Kuriza." Frieza uttered, his mood lightening as he quickly formulated a plan to become more powerful and get revenge on that disgusting monkey Goku. He looked at Kuriza, and smirked. "Well then, my son. First thing's first. I want you to take me back to your ship and show me what you've done with my empire – and then you can be my training partner for the next year. How does that sound?"
"That sounds nice, Papa…" Kuriza replied. "I always did want to train with you… Too bad it's too late."
"What?" Frieza frowned.
He watched as Kuriza took a fighting stance in front of him.
"Papa…" Kuriza growled, his face suddenly turning angry. "I didn't revive you because I wanted us to become partners. You've been killed by those worthless monkeys not once, but twice, and you've dragged our family name through the mud…" He glared at Frieza. "I didn't revive you because I want you alive, Papa. I revived you so I could have the pleasure of killing you myself!"
"Wha – aii!" Frieza cried out as Kuriza leapt at him, and he struggled to dodge the younger icejin's attack. What the hell! "Kuriza!" Frieza wailed. "What are you doing!"
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Not too far away, King Piccolo, Frikiza and Piccolo Junior were racing towards Frieza's energy.
"I don't get it…" Frikiza uttered. "How far away is he? I thought Frieza would be feeling stronger by now."
"Look – over there!" Junior called, fixing his eyes on two icejin figures in the distance. "That's Frieza!"
"What? Where the hell's the rest of him? Why is he so weak?" King Piccolo demanded.
"He must be supressing his energy – who's that with him?" Piccolo Junior frowned.
"That's Kuria!" King Piccolo barked. "Frikiza, what is Kuria doing here?"
"That's not her." Frikiza replied. "It must be Frieza's son – oh!" She gasped. "I get it now – that's why he's here! Kuriza must have brought Frieza back to life!"
"But…" Piccolo Junior uttered as the three of them approached the scene and hovered above the two male icejins, staring down at them. "It… looks like they're fighting."
"Yeah…" Frikiza sweat dropped. "It does."
"Bastard!"
Frieza yelped loudly and leapt out of the way as Kuriza threw yet another powerful ki attack at him.
"Kuriza!" Frieza screamed, his face burning with anger as the younger icejin flew at him and Frieza struggled to defend himself in rapid close combat. "What's your problem! How dare you do this to me – I am your father!"
"Oh, so you know about that? I wasn't sure!" Kuriza barked.
"What are you talking about?" Frieza demanded.
"You have no right to call yourself my father!" Kuriza yelled, rapidly blocking Frieza's counter attacks. "How many times did you come to visit me after Namek?"
"Namek?" Frieza repeated.
"Yeah – Planet Namek! You know, the first place you got defeated by monkeys!" Kuriza snarled.
"Why, you insolent little –"
"Papa, you just about made it out alive!" Kuriza wailed. "Any normal father would have counted himself lucky and come home to his wife and son, but you – you went straight to Planet Earth where you were killed, as if nobody could see that coming, and what's worse is you took Grandpa with you!"
"Kuriza, that monkey made a fool out of me!" Frieza hissed. "I had to get my revenge –"
"What about after you got killed?" Kuriza snarled. "And you got revived again years later – you had all that time in Hell to think about what really matters to you, to think about me an Mama – and when you finally get revived, and you actually get a chance to come home to your family, what do you do? You go off training for four months, you don't even call me, and then you go and get killed again! If you were any kind of father you wouldn't leave me an orphan – and you certainly wouldn't do it twice!"
"Kuriza…" Frieza uttered in a softer tone. "Is that what you think…?"
He paused for a moment and lowered his eyes, seemingly thinking. "… Well… I suppose I can understand…"
"You…" Kuriza panted, suddenly taken aback. He halted his attacks for a moment, and stared at Frieza in disbelief. "You… can?"
"Yes…" Frieza looked at Kuriza. "You know, I never even thought about your mother… How is she?"
"She's… she's okay." Kuriza uttered.
"She's alive and well?" Frieza questioned.
"Yeah." Kuriza nodded. "She is."
"I see…" Frieza mumbled. He paused for a moment more, then his face suddenly turned angry again as he glared at Kuriza and screamed, "Well then you aren't an orphan, you stupid little brat! Hyaa!"
King Piccolo, Frikiza and Piccolo Junior all watched in astonishment as Frieza threw the most powerful anger-fuelled attack he could manage at Kuriza, and the two once again engaged in a fight that was just shy of pathetic compared to the power levels of Frikiza and the nameks.
"Frieza… seems to be trying his best." Piccolo Junior commented.
"I don't get it… He's been restored to less than half of his power – he's not threat to anyone like this!" Frikiza gasped.
"Well his son seems pretty hell-bent on killing him. Maybe he brought Frieza back weaker for that reason." Piccolo Junior shrugged.
"Tch." King Piccolo snorted in frustration, enraged that he couldn't test out his new strength the way he'd wanted. This was so annoying! "It wouldn't even be worth my effort gutting such a weakling." King Piccolo spat. "Pathetic."
"Okay." Frikiza sighed. "Well, so long as he can't harm anyone… I'm going to help him."
"What!" The two nameks cried, and they watched in astonishment as Frikiza made her way down to the fighting icejins.