After the game of I Never, Frieza and Zarbon were announcing their engagement.
"Niichan is getting married? How exciting!" Frikiza grinned. "Congratulations!"
"Frikiza, how many times have I told you before?" Frieza sighed in annoyance. "I am not your big brother; we are exactly the same age!"
"But… you've always felt like a big brother." Frikiza replied.
"If you are going to call me anything call me 'Sensei' or 'Frieza-sama'." Frieza ordered.
"That sounds so distant… I'll just call you Frieza." Frikiza said.
"Fine." Frieza sighed.
"Why do you need to call him anything?" Yasa snorted. "What's wrong with 'Hey Loser!'?"
"Oh aren't you precious?" Frieza sniped. "Tell me – are there any saiyans laughing at that one?"
"No, but there are plenty of icejins." Yasa smirked. "How many forms does your brother have again?"
"Do not go there." Frieza growled icily.
"Oh yeah… Fri-kun and his family don't get along, right?" Raidisha said.
"'Fri-kun' and his family get on fine, little forgotten daughter." Frieza hissed.
"H-Hey!" Raidisha gasped, hurt.
"Niichan! That was mean!" Frikiza scolded.
"You're doing it again!" Frieza barked.
"Ignore him, Raidisha." Yasa grunted. "He's just bitter because we're going to witness this absolute disaster of a wedding."
"So don't come!" Frieza barked.
"Oh – right, Frieza, because I have always followed your orders." Yasa snarled.
"Well perhaps you should." Frieza growled. "You are one of the few saiyans that never learned its place; and the others were raised by humans."

Yasa waved a hand.
"Look at me – am I playing the world's smallest violin or am I just covering a yawn?" She sniped.
"Well, I always knew you weren't musically gifted – or gifted at all, in fact." Frieza smirked.
"You're right." Yasa smirked back. "I'm not special like you, Rain Man."
"Rain Man!" Frieza barked. "How dare you – show some respect this instant!"
"Or what?" Yasa challenged. She sat up in her chair, and turned round to face him. "You'll set your Ginyu Force on me? You'll get Zarbon to attack me with his mascara? Come on, I'm curious."
"Niichan, just drop it…" Frikiza mumbled.
"Me drop it?" Frieza snarled, glaring at her. "This is your fault for not properly educating this girl!"
"Blaming a walking Barbie doll? How very manly of you." Yasa spat.
"Well, I could never be as manly as you, Dear." Frieza retorted.
"I'm incredibly womanly!" Yasa barked.

Frieza looked Yasa up and down, and snorted.
"What exactly is your definition of a 'woman'?" He asked. Yasa stood up, her ki flaring.
"I'm wearing a fucking skirt, aren't I!" She yelled. "Sorry I don't have as many pink thongs as you do!"
"I'm sorry I don't eat as disgustingly as you." Frieza replied. Yasa snarled and picked up a knife.
"You wanna see me use cutlery? Come here, I'll show you!" She growled.
"Be careful, Yasa, you're going to harm yourself." Frieza calmly replied.
"I'll harm you!" Yasa yelled, advancing on him.

Boxas once again entered the room, after overhearing the last few lines.
"Okay, what the hell is going on between you two?" He demanded.
"I already told you, nothing!" Yasa yelled.
"Awfully jealous, isn't he? Whatever gave him the impression you ever had it in you to cheat?" Frieza remarked. Boxas went quiet, suddenly feeling guilty.

Frikiza smiled.
"See, Frieza-san! You can say nice things when you want to." She beamed.
"… What gives…?" Yasa uttered, looking at Frieza cautiously.
"What?" Frieza asked, and looked at her innocently. "I am right, aren't I? You could not catch a bit on the side even if you wanted to."
"You wanna bet, Lizard Boy!" Yasa screamed, digging her claws into him. "I get offers just walking outside my house, when was the last time you ever got a look off something? Other than your mirror, of course!"
"You're looking at me now, aren't you?" Frieza snarled.
"Yeah, thank God my body hasn't turned into stone." Yasa hissed.
"Wh-What do you mean by that?" Frieza gasped, insulted.
"Well, you have the tail of a snake…" Yasa smirked.
"Are you actually comparing me to Medusa?" Frieza screamed.
"What's wrong?" Yasa shrugged. "I thought she would be considered quite attractive on your planet."
"Oh, you disgusting rodent!" Frieza wailed. "How the hell did you manage to find something stupid enough to marry you?"
"Why, do you want tips?" Yasa smirked, and the two of them started bickering at a tremendous pace.

Meanwhile Boxas was watching the two of them, and growing angrier by the second.
"What am I, some kind of loser?" He snarled. "I'm not going to stand for this!"
"Ah – I wouldn't…" Frikiza mumbled.
"Shut up, what's he going to do?" Boxas argued.
"But…" Frikiza whimpered.

Boxas approached Yasa and Frieza.
Hey!" He barked, slamming an aggressive hand onto Frieza's shoulder. Frieza froze on the spot, suddenly turning completely silent. "Keep the hell away from my wife, you hear!" Boxas yelled.
"Do you… know what just happened there?" Frieza hissed.
"Uh-oh…" Raidisha uttered, grinning mischievously.
"Bad move, Sweetheart." Zarbon said to Boxas with a smirk.

Frieza turned his head slightly and looked Boxas straight in the eyes, piercing into his soul. Boxas began to weaken.
"Uh…" He mumbled sheepishly. "I was just saying…"
"I know. I heard." Frieza replied, and stood up.
"Listen." Boxas uttered, backing off. "Just stick with your own wife, okay?"
"What am I, property?" Yasa growled.
"Let's make a deal." Frieza said, and grabbed the hand that Boxas had placed on his shoulder.
"Deal?" Boxas blinked.
"You never speak to me for as long as you and your children live…" Frieza began, breaking Boxas' fingers, causing the man to silently howl in pain. "… And I don't rip out every one of your organs and feed them to your children – for another week."
"Oh, that is it!" Yasa roared, her rage exploding. "You think you can come into my house and start making death threats!" She powered up. "You are getting fried!"

Boxas sat down, traumatised, and held his broken hand.
"It's actually my house…" He thought to himself.
"Just try it, Princess!" Frieza challenged.
"Oh, I will!" Yasa barked. "Galick –"
"Don't worry about it, Boxas!" Raidisha exclaimed, putting a hand on Boxas' shoulder. "They only talk so much because they're the same."
"What!" Yasa screamed, suddenly halting her attack.
"The same!" Frieza cried.
"Actually… she has a point." Frikiza said.
"She does not!" Frieza yelled.

At that moment Karita entered the room.
"Kari-chan!" Raidisha beamed. "Don't you think Yasa-sama and Fri-kun are similar?"
"Yasa and Fri-kun…?" Karita repeated. She tilted her head, considering the notion. "Well… I suppose so." She smiled.
"What!" Frieza cried.
"What are you asking her for? She can't even spell similar!" Yasa protested.
"Can you?" Frieza sniped. Yasa hissed at him.

Raidisha started laughing.
"See! You're at it again." She grinned.
"Right!" Karita giggled. "I see it!"
"Huh!" Frieza and Yasa huffed.
"Exactly how are we the same, may I ask?" Frieza growled.
"Sure! Glad you asked." Raidisha beamed. "You're both royalty." She said.
"You're both a little short-tempered…" Karita added.
"Right!" Raidisha nodded. "You're both married."
"You both have a child." Frikiza smiled.
"Fri-kun's spoilt!" Raidisha continued. "Yasa-sama isn't really spoilt, but… she's used to having people like me and Nana-san obeying her."
"You're both stubborn!" Karita grinned.
"Neither of you can admit it when you're wrong." Frikiza said. Raidisha laughed.
"Ahaha, right!" She nodded. "And you both think you're better than the other!"
"I am better than her!" Frieza argued.
"Huh! Of course you are; that's exactly why I'm still not dead." Yasa pouted, and sighed sympathetically. "Poor Frieza, you tried…"
"Grr!" Frieza snarled.
"See!" Raidisha slapped Boxas on the back. "Don't worry about it! They really do hate each other, but they're so similar they end up arguing for hours; neither one of them is willing to back down, and the more they argue… the more involved in arguing they get!"
"Until someone else separates them…?" Karita uttered.
"Precisely!" Raidisha nodded. "Whose turn is it?"

Karita went quiet, trying to think back.
"Did I do it last time?" She asked.
"Friki! Would you do the honours?" Raidisha grinned.
"Oh – of course." Frikiza smiled.

She approached Yasa and Frieza, causing Yasa to lash out.
"Get the hell away from me!" She screamed. Frieza glared at the others.
"We are not children, you know." He snarled.
"Well… I'm not." Yasa said.
"Oh, are you kidding me?" Frieza snorted. "Face is, Dear, no matter how much time passes you will always be that scared little orphaned girl."
"What did you say!" Yasa seethed, advancing on Frieza.
"Now how can I phrase this in a way that she will understand…?" Frieza said, deliberately thinking out loud. "Oh – I know." He then spoke the rest of his words in fluent saiyan, "Your mother is lying under Satan."

Raidisha froze, and her eyes slowly widened as a look of horror swept across her face.
"Uh-oh…"
"Niichan, maybe you shouldn't have said that…" Frikiza said quietly. Karita didn't understand all of Frieza's words, and looked at Frikiza. "What did he say?" She asked sheepishly.
"Um…" Frikiza mumbled.
"Oh, that is it…" Yasa hissed. "Raidisha, it looks like we're not going to that wedding after all."
"Shame…" Raidisha sighed.

Yasa's ki suddenly exploded, making the entire room shake as she turned super saiyan and glared at Frieza, whose eyes widened in fright.
"Galick –"
"Not in the house!" Boxas yelled.
"Now is not the time, Boxas!" Yasa barked. "Galick – Hey!"

She struggled violently as Karita carried her outside.
"You're going to blow up Boxas!" Karita frowned, and dropped Yasa off in the garden.
"Hey!" Frieza snarled, squirming as Raidisha pushed him outside.

At that moment, Cell came out to see what all the noise was about. He leaned against the doorway, watching the scene.
"Is there a fight going on?" He asked.
"Dammit, I've lost the moment!" Yasa growled, and glared at Frieza. "Say that again, Lizard Boy!"

Frieza bowed graciously.
"As you wish, my princess…" He purred.
"Wow, is he trying to get himself killed?" Raidisha gasped.
"But it's like you said… they're both so stubborn." Karita said. "I think he'd rather have her kill him than back down."

Frieza smirked at Yasa.
"Your mother," He began. "Is in hell. Burning with Satan, and all the other little saiyan children that miss their mothers."
"Oh, you angel." Yasa smirked. "Galick gun!" She threw her signature attack at him, and Frieza ended up fried.
"Kinky." Cell uttered, a little taken aback. He drank his beer, and smirked. "You're right, Frieza. You certainly have that saiyan under control."
"Ugh…" Frieza groaned as he lay face-down on the ground, black. Karita approached Frieza.
"Hey… are you still alive?" She asked softly, and knelt down beside him. "Do you want a senzu?"
"Ah, leave him!" Raidisha said, waving her hand dismissively. "It's his own fault, right?" She kicked Frieza. "Hey, Fri-kun! We're still invited to the wedding, right?"

Karita started prodding and poking at Frieza.
"His scales don't feel hot at all!" She gasped.
"Hey, careful!" Raidisha laughed. "What if they fall off?"
"Frieza…" Frikiza sighed, standing over her counterpart. "You need to learn to be nicer to people. Didn't I tell you it'd get you into trouble?"
"I'm… fine…" Frieza breathed.

Yasa approached Frieza, and glared down at him.
"Humph!" She grunted, and rolled him over with her foot, so that he was lying on his back. Frieza simply looked up at her angrily. "Do I get an apology?" Yasa demanded.
"For what?" Frieza growled. "I'm just the murderer; it's her own fault she wound up in hell."
"You don't give up, do you?" Yasa snarled, and leaned over him. "I'm going to ask you again. Do – I – get – an – apology?"
"I don't do apologies." Frieza answered.
"Oh well." Yasa shrugged. "Your suicide." She put a finger to his head, and smirked. "Goodnight, Sweet Prince." Then she blasted Frieza again, knocking him out cold.
"Is he dead?" Karita gasped, her eyes widening.
"Who cares?" Yasa growled. "Come on, I'm hungry. Let's go inside." And she walked away.
"Hm…" Raidisha mused, considering something.
"What?" Karita asked.

Raidisha looked at Frikiza.
"You're an outsider, right?"
"Outsider?" Frikiza blinked.
"Yeah!" Raidisha nodded. "You're not a saiyan, right?"
"No…?" Frikiza answered.
"Based on what you've just seen, would you call saiyans 'barbarians'?" Raidisha asked.
"Based on that…?" Frikiza sweat dropped. "I would."
"I see…" Raidisha mumbled. She raised her fist and placed an arm around Karita. "Haha!" She exclaimed. "It's official! The lizards always lie; saiyans are warrior pacifists! Let's go and celebrate!" And she ran towards the house.
"Um… did you understand what I was saying…?" Frikiza mumbled, confused.

Cell approached her.
"I wouldn't worry about it." He said, and held out his beer. "Do you drink anything other than wine?"
"No, but I've always wanted to try it." Frikiza answered, smiling at him gratefully. She took his beer, and Cell watched as she drank it. Frikiza paused, then winced. "I feel so masculine!" She squealed.
"Well, you're still pink…" Cell replied, sweat dropping.