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Father and son
I'm absolutely certain that, in my life, I have never been as livid as I am right now.
The walls slide so fast by my side I can't even see them. The marble floor cracks in contact with my devastating aura, yet I don't even touch the ground: I just levitate on it. That's just why it doesn't hopelessly split in half.
«If just you could stop and listen to me… Prince Frieza!»
His buzzing starts to bother me though, so far, I have pretended not to hear it to prevent the anger to become even more devouring. The only reason why I don't slaughter this annoying being is that he belongs to my father, but this may not be a valid reason for much longer.
Stopping and listening to him… and what ever could he have so interesting to say?
I just go on. The Palace hallways are huge, but with my speed I can run across them in the twinkling of an eye.
«Prince Frieza, please, don't go talking to His Majesty… if you could stop and listen…»
I'm about to turn around and disintegrate him. I clench my fists and suddenly stop, and the marble slabs under my feet split in half.
He was not expecting it. He passes by and stops not very composedly some steps ahead; then he turns around, trying to keep calm, but I can easily read in his eyes the pure terror that overwhelms him just by looking at me.
«I have stopped and I am ready to listen» I say. Anger cracks my voice. «And I hope you have something good to tell me, or else I won't forgive you all this bother. Speak, now!»
Shaking like a leaf, ZeroOne lowers his eyes trying to avoid mine. It's such a pitiful show…
«Prince Frieza» he begins. «His Majesty has pondered this decision of yours a lot. I don't think it necessary to question it...»
«Oh, do you?»
This being is so useless that, if I were not blinded by anger, I would erase him from existence without any further hesitation. If I don't, it's just because one of my energy shots could destroy the entire West Wing of the building.
«Do you know what I don't think is necessary, instead? Besides the presence of certain useless insects around me, I mean. It's unsolicited advice. Did you heard me request any advice, ZeroOne?
«N…no» he admits. I can see his jaw shake and feel his skin crawl. «But King Cold told me he didn't want to see anyone until morning. It is my duty to enforce the rules, I hope… I hope that you can understand, Your Highness.»
«So that's why? Do you really think my father's stupid rules apply to me as well?»
«Indeed…» he stops, stumbles, in all probability he would rather be in Hell rather than here at this moment.
«My patience is wearing very thin, ZeroOne. Talk, or I'll make sure you never can again.»
The need to vent my frustration becomes physical and palpable; the palm of my hand lights up, the energy condenses and the entire aisle shines in an intense purple. ZeroOne has no voice, but terror gives him the strength to go on.
«Indeed, your father specifically told me that he didn't want to hear from you, Your Highness. He instructed me to dissuade you if you wanted to question his choice. I'm just following the orders… please…»
His panicked tone would amuse me if I hadn't just heard what he said. The sphere of energy disappears into thin air and I clench my fist where it was until a few moments before.
Nothing will be able to appease my anger now.
«Go hide, ZeroOne, and make sure I never see you again.»
Without further ado, I proceed to the Throne Room. I won't care about anything, this time: I just want to meet my damn brainless father.
When I reach the large door the guards, instead of coming forward to stop me, both retreat. I have such an intense and angry aura that it must have terrified them, because they don't even try to talk to me. Undisturbed, I put my feet on the ground and take a few steps forward, pushing the golden door with a single gesture.
When the door opens I can barely see the inside of the room, but I expected it. My father has always had a passion for open space and artificial lights hinder his nocturnal observation. This is why on planet Cold Number One, at night, all light is abolished so that he can lay down on his throne to observe stars and planets. And that's where I find him: on his huge golden seat, peering into the glass ceiling of his personal paradise.
Too bad that my aura lights up everything as soon as the door opens, breaking the spell.
If I didn't know him, I'd say he didn't see me. I walk towards him, but he doesn't look down.
«I believe I have identified two new celestial bodies. One must be a star, the other an asteroid. Look, son, don't you think they're wonderful?»
I arrive in front of his seat; only now the light that I emit seem to bother him. He sits up, looking at me. He knows for sure what I want, and his disinterested attitude provokes my fury even more.
«You seem nervous. In fact, I asked ZeroOne not to let anyone in.»
«You asked ZeroOne not to let me in, father.»
He smiles. «It means that he will no longer have any order to enforce, since he's unable to.»
«How could you?» I growl. «How could you exclude me like that? I am the most powerful! I am! And you mistreated and offended me!»
«Don't overdo it. I've never done that.»
From his tone I understand that he's serious, but to me all of this sounds like an immense mockery, and no one can mock me. Not even him!
«Oh, do you? And what do you call giving Cooler a planet by carefully avoiding telling me, so that I couldn't expect the same? "
«I call it foresight.»
Now I'm sure he's provoking me.
«Father, I won't allow you to treat me like that!» the glass of the window ceiling shines with the reflections of my aura, which becomes more and more intense. «I am the most powerful and I have the right to possess a planet of my own! You can't expect that I will accept such treatment! You…»
I have no way of ending the sentence. Unexpectedly, my father's aura explodes all around with incredible strength. The shock wave is so powerful that it forces me to prop one foot backwards, so as not to lose my balance and fall.
«Don't forget who you're dealing with, Frieza!» he screams, his voice full of anger. «I am your father and you must address me with respect!»
His power slowly wanes, but it hit me like a slap. Suddenly my anger dies down and I feel again that sensation that I have been trying at all costs to quell since I was generated: hatred. Hatred and frustration at having to submit to my father despite my immense power.
Unfortunately, I can't do otherwise. I clench my fists even more, digging my nails into my flesh. I'd like to blow up this place and everything in it, but I can't help but lower my head once more.
«Forgive me if I lost my mind, father» I add. Every word is a jab that tears my pride to shreds. «But can you imagine what it must have meant for me to discover such a thing? I've been waiting for this moment all my life. And you gave it to Cooler…»
My father takes a deep breath as if to calm down. He gets more comfortable on the throne, regaining his royal composure.
«Yes, Frieza, that's right. I gave Cooler a planet and I didn't give any to you. If you wonder why, try to think about what just happened.»
This sentence leaves me blown away.
«What just happened?»
«You don't get it. So let's start from afar. Did you stop to think, even for a moment, about the reason why you didn't have a planet and your brother did?»
What is he trying to tell me? I try to get to the bottom of his words, I analyze them looking for double meanings, but I don't understand what he means. The irritation comes back to tease me.
«Father, be clear. What are you alluding to?»
Now he sighs, rubbing his forehead.
«To nothing, Frieza. This is precisely the point. You didn't stop for a moment to ask yourself why I made my choices. The first thing you did was run over here to complain. And here's the reason: you're too impulsive. A planet, in your hands, wouldn't even last a week. Its inhabitants wouldn't last even two days.»
I feel the muscles tense up to a spasm. I feel like smiling.
«Do you really think I could blow up a planet at the slightest hindrance?»
«At the slightest provocation. You're a lover of destruction, son.»
I know it's true, but I can't accept it.
So what? I would like to tell him. If I actually blew a planet up after a provocation, wouldn't I have a good reason to?
But saying this would be a confirmation to his words, and I cannot, I cannot in any way make him understand that he's right.
«You're underestimating me» I just say.
I raise my eyes to the sky: the galaxies would seem painted against the glass if they did not visibly move. Stars, the brightest. Planets, well delineated, all under our control. I understand why my father loves contemplating the sky every night: I would like to spend hours and hours as well admiring the vastness of my possessions.
«I only wish you could understand the disappointment I felt. I felt inferior to Cooler. Can you imagine? I, inferior to him!»
«You should stop comparing each other. There is really nothing alike in you two, if not the power.»
«It's really the least thing that make us alike» I hiss between my teeth. By now in training I have defeated Cooler so many times that there's no longer any doubt on which of us is the most powerful… if there was even before. «In any case, father, I demand a planet. I'll show you I know how to manage it.»
«Just like you manage your power? Look at you, Frieza. You can't even walk without destroying everything you come across.»
He nods at the door I entered and only now I do realize what he means. The floor of the aisle is crossed by a long crack, like a fracture that split the whole building exactly in half. I grit my teeth.
«I was furious» I admit. I no longer have any excuse nor any reason to deny. «It's not my fault. My power takes over me.»
«Then find a way to avoid it and maybe we'll talk about this again. Now, please go back to your rooms and think about what we said.»
I would like to deny but there is nothing else to add.
«Good night, father.»
As he returns to watch his immense possessions and I turn to leave the Throne Room, I realize that my palms are mangled. I pushed my nails so hard that they have been one with the palm until now; the blood, of a dark and intense purple, begins to flow, staining the white of my skin.
The pain intoxicates me and makes me almost addictive. The desire to tear, to destroy, grows within me.
I repress these instincts on my way back to the East Wing, but I don't head for my rooms. I go south, enter the training room; the mannequins are new, just placed after the long day. They will have to replace them again very soon.
I take my anger upon them by burning, piercing, tearing and ripping. My screams remain trapped between these four walls, from which I will not get out until there's not a drop of anger left in my body, until fatigue takes over.
And if not, I don't care if they hear me as well.
Note of the author
Hi guys!
Nice to meet you. I'm an Italian writer, great fan of Lord Frieza and his family, so big that I have built a whole trilogy about them.
The first story, "Frieza: Origins", is already completed in italian language as I'm writing the last chapters of the second one, "Cooler: Origins". Both will be followed by their father's story, "Cold: Origins", and are filled with spin-offs by the POVs of other characters (Zarbon, Dodoria, Sauzer, Neize, Ginew Force etc.) to build their stories as well.
I love these fanfictions so much that, after a long time, I have eventually decided to do this big step: translating my stories, so that I can reach a bigger audience that could be entertained by the madness of our favourite emperor and his breed.
Actually, I have to admit this is my first attempt in writing in English, so please, if you find any mistake just tell me to allow me to get better at it.
Moreover, as it is a big effort to me to translate (and write the continue of the story in Italian and the same time) I have to decide if it's worth it, so please leave a sign if you're here! I'll be happy to know that there's someone that would like me to continue.
Also, shoutout to Paprikartist, the artist behind "Guilty Father", the amazing image I'm using as a cover.
Thanks for reading… and see you soon!
- Gio
