After facing his father in a spar, Frieza spent the next two days in bed recovering from that one punch he took. When he was finally up again, he felt his whole body still sore because of his father’s strike. His personal servant was in the door waiting for his young master to finally stand up.
– “Oh… You’re finally awake, master!” –
– “Just shut up… You’re too loud” –
Frieza was in a terribly bad mood today { you would be in a terrible humor if you went through what Frieza went through… and survived to be in a bad mood in the next day } . He felt just like we humans would feel after a whole night drinking and woke up with the worst hang over ever. The servant didn’t say anything else, he simply escorted the young Frieza to the dinning hall. It was late and all have eaten already, just missing Frieza now.
–“Where are my parents and my brother?” –
– “The king and the queen are in the throne room. Master Cooler is not around. He is taking a walk throughout the region” –
Frieza didn’t ask anything or talked to the servant anymore. He finished his meal quickly and walked out of the room, intending to go after his father. Frieza was so irritated that he got tired of the servant following him around all the time and strayed him away with a yell. Moments later, he finally gets to the throne room. He walks towards his father.
– “I see you finally decided to wake up” –
– “So all the time… no matter how much I tried, you knew I couldn’t pain on you” –
Frieza was pretty direct. He was still wondering why he had to fight someone at the level of his father so early.
– “Of course you couldn’t. When would you ever be able to stand up against me, Frieza?” –
Frieza had to chill. There was no reason and no use or blow up on his father. Things were just like that between changelings anyway and even though he was very young, Frieza tried his best to stay calm.
– “I want a rematch. I will do better this time” –
– “I admire that my son, but you are probably still feeling like crap. Besides I am very busy right now and can’t waste my time defeating you again. Ask me next week and I might grant your wish” – King Cold said, ignoring his son. His mother did the same, looking away in a “Don’t even look at me” way. Frieza lowered his head.
– “Alright then, dad” –
Frieza then walked away but didn’t forget to kick the wall when he was out of his parents sight. Frieza’s personal servant witnessed his venting.
– “What are you looking at?” – He inquired in angered tone. The man disappeared from sight like a bullet without even answering. It was Frieza’s second battle and he decided he didn’t like to lose.

After that, Frieza didn’t waste time lamenting himself. First of all, he went back to his room so he could be alone with his thoughts for a while. He needed to revert back to the conservative form he learned to use, as he had to power back up to his true form to fight his father two days ago. Instead, he walked outside the palace, to the long yard which was still damaged by their brief showdown and decided to start training on his own. He wasn’t dumb and he saw his father doing it. All he was going to do was do exactly like his father. What he remembered, that is. Frieza started with the push-ups. One, two, three… ten… a hundred… He kept doing those until he couldn’t stand it anymore. Frieza reached the first thousand and his muscles were burning like hell. But that couldn’t be it. He saw his father would keep doing those repeatedly with barely a minute between the repetitions. He wasn’t sure. He called one of the soldiers by the door. It seemed his father had already taken care of that “problem”. Probably the soldiers didn’t even know what happened to the previous guards, because if they did, the one guard Frieza called would pretend he was deaf.
– “You called, uh… prince… Frieza?” – The man barely recognized Frieza at first, since they never seem Frieza in his conservative form. The royal clothing and basic deduction were what lead the soldier to the conclusion that that one was prince Frieza.
– “Yes. I need someone to coach me in my training. Come and do it” –
– “Uh…. I would… be honored?” –
–“Then come and do it, today you are going to be my personal trainer” –
– “Sure…. Hmmmm… What have you done already?” –
– “I’ve done a thousand of these” – Frieza got to the ground and started doing push-ups.
– “Great. Do another thousand, rest one minute, then do another thousand, rest one more minute and end with another thousand” –
– “All that?” – Frieza asked, not used to training and relatively unknown of whether he would be able to run those errands completely and efficiently.
– “Yes! And get to it already! No softness!” –
Frieza stared seriously at the soldier. The changeling quickly realized he exalted himself a little bit.
– “I-I’m sorry, master… I think I got just a little overexcited…” –
– “Just keep in mind that the only one that can talk to me like that is my dad. Keep that tone and instead of using you as my personal trainer, I’ll have you as my personal target for ranged practice” – Frieza said to the man.
– “I-I’m sorry, master. It… uh… won’t happen again” –
– “Great… Now, let the training program start, coach!” –
For a few hours of the day, that soldier gave Frieza the most basic training program he knew. If Frieza wasn’t so broken because of the fight against King Cold, he would have been able to endure the training better. That night, he fell in his bed like a rock. In the following day, Frieza didn’t eat. He woke up early and headed towards the yard to do the basic trainings that the soldier taught him. Push-ups of all styles { one handed and vertical } and sit ups. Punch practicing and kicking. Running trials. During the whole week, Frieza innovated his training program gradually… he tried doing push-ups with two fingers only and tried doing one handed vertical push-ups. His martial arts technique was getting slight better as well but it was still a little bit of a free style. Frieza even developed a technique of his own during that training. He called it Death Beam; a beam of concentrated energy sot through his index finger capable of going through almost anything rather easily.

Missing one day to close the week and Frieza presumably missing one day for Frieza to have a rematch with his father, Frieza felt a little agitated. He wanted to see how much he improved that week. However, a footman would be like nothing to him now. If he defeated that one without transforming that time, at this point a finger flick should be more than enough to finish of one of the basic soldiers. Frieza was sure that he could take on any of his father’s elite soldiers… no… his brother Cooler! Where was Cooler? He did show up these days, but his agenda seemed really chaotic. Day yes, day no, the older prince seemed to go on a walk throughout Icer. That wasn’t good. Frieza wanted a match and he couldn’t find his brother anywhere. And he couldn’t ask his father or his mother either. And as I said, fighting a soldier would be like fighting a piece of paper. It was then that Frieza had a wicked idea… He decided to go after his brother. He has just finished his training that day, meaning he was partially outside the palace { he was in the yard } . Heading towards the farthest corner, Frieza reached the walls. Climbing those, specially the high towers would be a nice strength and stamina training… Too bad he didn’t think about it before. Frieza then started climbing the wall. Yeah, climb. He didn’t know he or anyone could fly yet. Neither the soldier, nor his father used the bukujutsu technique when they were fighting Frieza. On top of the wall, Frieza simply jumped off the wall. How exactly he intended to find his brother I didn’t know… perhaps he intended to scan the whole planet, I can’t say for sure. All I can say is that he proceeded into his little quest, thirsty for a match He knew Cooler was weaker than his fathers, so at least him he could face and inflict some damage. Perhaps even win. As I told you, he was feeling pretty confident now, thinking that one week training made him the strongest being in the universe. As we know pretty well, that is a thought to remain in Frieza’s head for a long, long time. Probably, until the end of his life that even though I am currently writing about the past and future of Frieza, I can’t tell you how and when it’s going to be for I don’t know.

But back on Frieza’s little trip; he did find nothing. On the opposite, he was found. And he didn’t have to go away too. A few after he crossed the borders of the changeling civilization site, he found something very unpleasant to find. Demons. They didn’t like changelings. Specially the royal family, that would get so many to use as slaves.
– “Oh my, what do we have here boss?” – One of the five said. Yes. They were five.
– “I think… we have a lonely changeling… and look…. He’s from the royal family” – Another commented, but he didn’t seem to be the boss.
– “Hehehehe… Tell him what we do to lost changelings in our territory, Pizo… special the royalty” – Now the one who seemed to be the leader spoke.
– “Oh… We serve them well… As food! Hahahahah!” –
– “And this one seem… delicious! Kishikishikishi!” – A small sized demon said, circling Frieza with a very distinct laugh. This one was called Nonkie. He was the walking joke of the group, as in the weakest. Frieza seemed to be very calm in the threatening presence of those demons literally wanting to eat him. They all were laughing. As cool as ever, Frieza raised his arm up { He and Nonkie seemed to be about the same height } and pointed his index finger towards Nonkie’s head. All demons stopped laughing and went “uh?”. Then, at point blank shot, Frieza made the first use of his Death Beam technique { he was itching to test that in someone } . The beam went right through Nonkie’s head and the demon fell behind with his eyes rolled back and his tongue outside mouth. Smoke was coming out of the hole in his forehead. All demons went “Gaaaaaaaah!” and then they went very, very pissed.
– “He killed Nonkie!” – The thinner demon said.
– “I’m going to kill him!” – The bigger looking demon { there’s always a brute } yelled.
– “Pizo, Rasan, Ollie… Kill this insolent brat right now!” – The demon leader { called Lord Pashtar by his followers } ordered. The three demons dashed at Frieza at once. Perhaps not the most intelligent action the prince took there… but at least he got the practice he wanted so much. But if these demons were strong… Frieza would be really, really screwed.

When the four engaged in the combat, Frieza soon found out that they weren’t that much powerful. He was being able to keep up with both three of them. The thin guy seemed to be the fastest, but a single punch Frieza threw at him sent him flying away. Two were still attacking frenetically. Frieza wasn’t still an expert and eventually an attack leaks through and hit him in the forehead; almost a payback for what he did to their comrades. The punch came from this Pizo guy… and it hurt. Pizo was the brute type of the group and Pashtar’s right hand. Out of the three in there, he would be the one to trouble Frieza the most. I believe I am lacking in details here, so I’m going to present you all these five new characters of the story.

Nonkie, the first to die, was about Frieza’s height. Maybe an inch smaller. He had a dark green skin and an ugly frog face. He had green hair and like Frieza’s wicked purple thing in the head, shoulders and chest, Nonkie had one blue on the top of his head. His power was so minute compared to Frieza that the prince wouldn’t have to use his death beam on him to kill the bastard. Rasan was a basic footman. Dark blue skinned lizard like demon, normal build and bald with red eyes. There was nothing really special about him. He and Ollie weren’t a match for Frieza. Ollie was the thin guy with slight yellowish tone to his skin. He was bald too and had antennas. Pizo was a big red skinned fellow with two horns protruding from the side of his head, long horizontally and then would bend upside after a certain point. He looked like an ogre of some sort and had a gray hair. The leader, Pashtar had a more respectable look and had a light blue skin. He also had a long white hair and was the most humanoid looking. To be honest and already spoiling the aftermath… None of them were a match for Frieza. Only the dumbest demons would hang out so close to the changeling’s territory. The smartest and more powerful ones could only be found days of walk away from the city, as the changelings wouldn’t go there and therefore, wouldn’t enslave them, giving them time to grow and become stronger. The only challenge here was fighting three people at once and facing Pizo’s monstrous strength { that came at the cost of mobility, reason why Frieza was managing to manage himself against three at once } . Pashtar was a decent fighter himself.

That punch caused Frieza to make a few steps backwards. He gritted his teeth. When he was raising his hand to blast either Pizo or Rasan away, Ollie came from behind like a jet and immobilized Frieza, causing his energy blast to be shot to his side, out of the danger area for any of the demons in there. The leader Pashtar now watched it with satisfaction. The clumsy and slow Pizo came running at Frieza while Rasan backed him up from behind. The brute was going to deliver another punch to the prince. Or so he intended. Frieza on his turn used his tail and wrapped it around Oille’s body who was holding Frieza from behind and started to squeeze the mans torso, causing pain and inducing the demon to reduce the strength being put in the grip, what allowed Frieza to free himself from it with more ease. Once Frieza, Frieza threw himself to the side, still with his tail wrapped up around Ollie. Pizo missed by few. Frieza then let go of Ollie to concentrate all of his strength on one punch and deliver it to Pizo’s stomach { he still wasn’t good enough to get the needed motion coordination to control both tail and other limbs together at full efficiency } . And he succeeded, applying almost as much pain as Pizo inflicted on him. Frieza intended to attack Pizo again with a hammer punch and he would have succeeded, if Rasan, who stayed behind to back up Pizo hadn’t blasted him away with a ki shot, causing him to bump into the poor Ollie carrying him along. Frieza falls over Ollie and when he stands up again, he notices those spirals on the demon’s eyes, signaling he is out of combat. See? They are no super strong warriors.
– “Ollie!” – Pizo yelled.
– “The funny part is that it wasn’t even me the one responsible for his defeat!” –
– “Grrrrrr! You are going to pay!” –
Rasan quickly catch up to Pizo’s movement pace and joined him into another fist fight. Now easier for Frieza to evade the attacks as it was less people attacking and the fastest of them have been taken down, the changeling finds an opening to punch Rasan in the chest and elbow Pizo in the face. Pizo barely moves but Rasan is sent walking away. More then quickly, Frieza raises his two fingers up and enjoying the momentum they were stunned by his attacks, he points his finger at Pizo, shooting him through the chest with a death beam and quickly moving his hand like a skilled gunslinger to do the same to Rasan. Two more out. Only Pashtar was left.

The demon leader didn’t expect getting involved in this fight. But three of his men were killed and the other was down. There wasn’t much choice.
– “You killed them! Asshole! How do you dare coming to my territory and-“ – The demon was interrupted by Frieza.
– “For all I know, this is still our territory as this isn’t far from one mile away from the changeling city… So it is I who ask you what are you doing in our territory” –
– “Bastard… I will show you” – Pashtar said clenching his fist. His aura showed up around him. He then sank his hand within his own chest, pulling out what seemed to be a sword. Frieza found that interesting… disturbing… and disgusting.
– “With this sword, I am going to cut you into pieces! Do you hear me? I’m making you pay for your insolence!” –
And with this, the demon dashed. Frieza was now in trouble. A sword could be a worry for him. Pashtar would be slightly weaker than Frieza in his conservative form using, using his maximum power. But that sword…

When the first swing came, Frieza threw himself to the side as fast as he could. That left a small cut in Frieza’s cheek, which he cleaned with the back of his hand.
– “You cut me! I dislike you even more!” – Frieza yells at the demon. I know it is a childish commentary… but since this is Frieza in his early childhood… I can’t think of a better way to portray him other than making him act infantile sometimes { such as kicking a wall in anger and being a sore loser… Though the sore loser part I think he carried on to his adulthood } .
– “Bohoo! Why don’t you go call your daddy so I can cut him open as well?!” –
– “I don’t need to call dad, because I am going to kill you with my own hands!” –
Frieza says shooting Pashtar in the chest with an energy blast. The demon is pushed away by the blast’s force impact and he accidentally let go of his sword, falling on his back. Frieza immediately runs to his fallen weapon and grabs it, speeding up to reappear right in front of the demon leader. Frieza held the handle with both hands, lifting his arms up. The sword’s blade was pointed at Pashtar and Frieza was about to stab him when suddenly: poof! The sword disappeared leaving but a trace of smoke around Frieza’s hand. Pashtar smoke. Frieza looked up for a moment trying to find out what just happened. Pashtar took the chance and kicked Frieza in the belly, pushing him away and giving Pashtar time to stand up again. The demon then charged up a bolting ball of energy in his hand and shot it at Frieza. Frieza was still stumbling back and didn’t have time or enough dexterity to dodge. Instinctively, he did what he remembered his father doing. He swung his arm and managed to successfully slap that energy ball away. Pashtar special attack blew up with a notably stronger force than the basic ki shot techniques. The demon gritted his teeth in anger. Frieza smirked { he was impressed with himself at the same time… if that didn’t work, that attack could have become serious damage and he would perhaps be forced to transform what was something he really didn’t want to do } .
– “Time to die!’ – Frieza yelled. Guess what he did? Death Beam. You were right. However, after seeing the technique three times, Pashtar was kind of aware of what as coming and attempted to get out of the way only to get the beam through his right shoulder. It was good though, as Frieza was aiming for a vital spot. Not as good as the changeling prince wanted but that already put him one step closer to the victory. Frieza dashed towards the demon leader hoping to connect the final strike, when suddenly the fiend used a very peculiar technique… he flew! Flew away from Frieza, floating up there in the skies. It was the first time Frieza saw someone do that. As for Pashtar, he expected Frieza to know how to fly as well, given the reputation of the changelings.
– “Come back down here so I can kill you, your… fly!” –
– “Uh? You… can’t… fly?” – A small pause.
– “You can’t fly! Hahahahahaha! The changeling can’t fly!” –
Pashtar was now laughing really hard up there.
– “Just wait until I get my hands on you again… I won’t let you escape again!” –
– “Heheheh… This is good news… It will give me a chance to play a little game with you” –
After saying that, Pashtar’s hands glowed each with an energy ball.
–“Oh-oh” – Frieza let out knowing what was coming. Pashtar threw those two energy balls at Frieza, which exploded on the ground as the prince managed to dodge them. But then, he did again. And again. And again. Frieza was in a serious disadvantage. He couldn’t harm his opponent… and his opponent had the best angles to harm him! Frieza stopped to think for a moment.
– “Damn… I used up all charges of my Death Beam… If I still had one more shot… I could perhaps end this battle. I need a decisive move. And I need one quickly” –
While Frieza was lost within his thoughts, Pashtar was already charging another of his bolting energy balls. But no problem, Frieza was going to dodge it. Wait... there was a problem. And Frieza wasn’t going to dodge it. It seemed that in his despair concerning dodging the frequent balls shot at him and also because he thought he wasn’t a trouble anymore, Frieza was standing right in front of Pizo. Pizo wasn’t dead and he grabbed Frieza’s leg.
– “Go, master Pashtar! End this bastard’s life with your technique” –
Pashtar would only smile. It seemed that tables turned on his favor now. He shot the ball at where Frieza was standing and a considerable explosion erupted, throwing Frieza away and sadly killing Pizo for good this time. Frieza didn’t die however, but he suffered considerable damage from that attack.
– “Where’s your confidence now, changeling? Hahahah!” –
Frieza then stood up and started to jump like a crazy person, as trying to reach and catch Pashtar up there.
– “Ooooh… Look at that! The poor changeling cannot reach me! Let me help you lift up from the ground a little higher” – Pashtar said throwing another bolting ball on the ground right in front of the changeling prince.
– “AAAAAAAAAAAH” – Frieza yelled as he is thrown up and backwards, falling on his back.
– “Aaaaaw... It wasn’t enough. You’re too heavy… You’re too full of crap! Hahahahahah!” – Pashtar kept teasing. Man… that demon didn’t know how much Frieza was pissed right now. There was only one thing he could do and that resolve angered him even more. Transform. Frieza stood up.
– “Oh crap… you just won’t die will you?” –
Frieza was silent and remained like that for a couple of seconds when suddenly, he started to yell. You know the process already. Body glowing, body growing… and Frieza in his awesome King Cold copy form { or perhaps it is King Cold that is a copy of him as Frieza shows up first in the series and the series was supposed to end at Frieza’s saga } . When the transformation was complete, Pashtar was still in awe. But then he shook his head.
– “Whatever… I need to calm down. He can’t get up here anyway” – Pashtar said to himself. Suddenly, an aura appears surrounding Frieza’s body. Pashtar’s terror then came true. Like a comet, Frieza shot upwards; he was flying. Moral of the story: nothing better than a stimulus for you to do something. I think I already said that somewhere. But yeah, before the demon could do anything, Frieza’s horn went through his chest. The bolting ball he was charging in one of his hands slowly stated to fade as the demon coughed his last sparks of life. When the weight of his lifeless body was completely over Frieza’s head, Frieza lowered it so it would fall to the ground. And then, the changeling landed. He gave one final inspection to see if anyone was alive. No one. Ollie, he simply stomped the demon’s neck, ending his misery { though he wasn’t agonizing… } once for all. Frieza got the spar he wanted and was lucky to find demons on such a small level, though in the end it brought more irritation to him than satisfaction, now that he would to go through all his transformations to be able to power back down to his conservative form from his true form. But all in all… it was a gain for him. Frieza did what he had to do and then headed back to the palace. Luckily for him, he didn’t find any stupid demons in his way back.

It’s a new day; the great new day. The day Frieza would really put his abilities into test. He decided today would have no need for a training. He would save all of his strengths to beat his father up as badly as he could. Of course, the beating up part was illusionary; dreams floating inside Frieza’s mind. He would never be able to beat his father. At least for long years. He jumped of his bed.
– “Good.. d-“ – The servant was just going to greet his young master but he is completely ignored by the changeling prince.
– “…ay master” – The servant finishes the sentence watching as Frieza disappears turning to the dinning hall at the edge of the long corridor that would lead to the princes’ rooms and some other installations of the changeling palace. In the hall, he meets his whole family there. Frieza generally was the one to sleep the most as he was the youngest, but today he woke up really early.
– “I see you are up early today, my son” – King Cold comments.
– “Something bitten you in your bed today Frieza?” – Cooler teases his little brother.
– “It’s not that… I’m just… impatient” –
– “Impatient for what?” – His mother asks { I have to give her some lines… the woman do not show up in the series already… at least in my fictional story she has to be in the first plane from time to time } .
– “To fight dad” –
King Cold stopped eating his piece-of-meat-of whatever. He chewed slowly and swallowed.
– “Oh right… I said I was going to fight you this week…” –
– “Yes” –
– “Fair enough… Lets finish eating, give me one hour and we head outside for our match” –
– “Alright” –
Frieza was the first one today to finish his meal. He simply swallowed the whole thing in hopes to accelerate the time and get to fighting already. But he forgot he eating fast wouldn’t change the pace his father would eat his breakfast. In King Cold’s case, breakslow; he liked to savor the royal cuisine and seemed to not have that much hurry in finishing. He was always the last one to leave the table. Nothing unexpected though, with that huge body, it probably requires pounds and pounds of food to have him satisfied. Because of that fact, Frieza was forced to stay alone outside in the yard for a long time until his father finally showed up, crossing the doorway. Action would finally start.

King Cold walked to his son. Frieza almost ate his fingers in impatience.
– “So, Frieza… are you read for our showdown?” –
– “Indeed I am, my father!” –
– “That’s the spirit, but you know what I’ll say about your form, doesn’t you” –
Frieza forgotten… All this time here waiting, he could have set all the preparations for the fight and he didn’t.
– “I’m sorry father, I completely forgot” – He replied. And with this, Frieza began once again to power up. He goes through all those stages of transformations you are very much used with me describing, at least in this one story and finally he is at his true form once again. King Cold was still in his usual second form. He couldn’t tell how much Frieza improved with only the power exertion though; he would have to check it himself during the course of their battle.
– “I’m ready” – Frieza says.
– “I can see that… but we aren’t fighting yet. You are first going to accompany in my training program” –
– “I’m ok with that!” – Frieza said and followed his father a few meters ahead where they got down and prepared to start the exercises. First they stretched all muscles and then, they started the working out.
– “Come on, Frieza… Let’s work out all muscles of that lazy body! We are starting with basic push-ups. Five series of two thousand repetitions for a soft bastard like you, now!” –
One, two, three… two thousand. Forty five seconds of rest at most and another more of “one, two three… two thousand” and another, and another and another. Of course that wasn’t as fast as it probably sounded with me describing to you. But they eventually get to the end… of that one series of exercises.
– “Now, I want you doing with clapping hands! Come on, no softness!” – King Cold got to the ground and started. There would be a five of two thousands again to do. Frieza was worried if he would be able to reach the end of that training, as he was used to do four of one thousand of each. After they were done, they switched to one handed push-ups. The same amount of exercises. King Cold made it so every series, the exercise would get harsher, demanding even more from the changeling’s body. The training was followed by one finger pushups, then vertical push-ups, though in this case, they reduced it to one thousand only repetitions and they did all possible fashions for those two. After the push-ups, they tried some punchinellos { much more than simply two thousands } and when they got to do sit-ups… they did almost infinite of them. Their training series should have took at least four hours… probably more. King Cold even asked Frieza to show him some movements to inspect his son’s skills and corrected little details about posture and such and provided the prince a better notion of movements and martial arts. Now Frieza would have a much easier time improving his skills on his own, now that he had a bit of theory to work with. By the end of the training, King Cold called one of the soldiers by the door. Poor men. Things always fall on their backs. That was possibly the worst job in the castle considering what all the employees in that section had already went through during the various changes those positions suffered.
– “You called, my king” –
– “Yes. In this moment you are not a soldier anymore. You are a waiter. Go get me and my son a well prepared drink for us to recompose our energies after our training.
– “Yes my king!” The soldier, driven by the force of habit, hits his forehead to salute his king military fashion and quickly runs to the palace to get what his king ordered. In a few minutes, the soldier-waiter comes back holding a long glass filled with a liquid on his hand and a barrel sized other he was hugging with the other arm in a very comical scene and handles it to the king and the prince. He stands in front of them as they delight their refreshing drink.
– “What are you waiting for, go back to your post, soldier!” – King Cold says after gulping down a bit more of his juice and after noticing the soldier-waiter would probably stay there still thinking they would ask for something else.
– “Yes sir!” –
And the soldier runs back to his post.

Frieza and King Cold finished their drinks slowly and when they dried the glasses, them both stood up staring at each other. Frieza went ahead and put his glass to his side. King cold went ahead and did the same. However, right when the glass lost contact with the palm of King Cold’s hand, Frieza dashed and attacked with a flying kick. King Cold parried it with his forearm. The King smiles. So does Frieza. The prince throws his weight backwards and backflips until he stand in a new position meters away from his father.
– “So father… what about that one minute?” –
– “Hehehehe... Fifty seconds counting from now” –
Frieza grinned. He started running around his father, like in his first attempt to fight his father. Like the first time, King Cold stood immobile. But he could tell his son got somewhat faster this week. Frieza then jumped and attacked frontally. He started throwing several punches at King Cold, though once again the king was managing to dodge all of his son’s attacks. With a little more trouble than before, but still… dodging. Frieza stopped, ducked and attempted a low kick. King Cold didn’t evade as it would imply in him having to move out of the spot and therefore break his “one minute” game. He simply hardened his muscles on his feet area and endured the impact. A lock kick from Frieza wouldn’t do much good against someone that powerful and at that size… don’t know where the changeling go that idea from. Frieza then flipped back once again and quickly raised his hand shooting King Cold with an energy blast. King Cold slapped it away. Frieza shot another… and another… and another… and all of them were slapped away by his father. King Cold was an exceptional martial artist. He also displayed a great level of swordplay, which he would never use against his sons to prevent them from being sliced in pieces. Frieza didn’t give up on the blasting session. He started flying up to the skies.
– “Interesting… since when did you know how to fly” –
– “What can I say, dad…It’s in my blood… it wouldn’t take long until I find out about all tricks I can do!” – Frieza replies. He then copied the tactics Pashtar used against him when they were fighting. He flied around in circles to blast his father from all angles. Still, King Cold managed to repel his sons blasts; Frieza was good… but still, his power was minute compared to that of his father… even in his second form. There was a lot of ground to walk yet before those two could have an even battle or something close to that. Still, Frieza managed to cross the line he couldn’t in their last encounter. Putting more energy in one last blast, Frieza shot a ball of energy that his father braced himself against, rather than trying to slap it away like he’s been doing. Smoke covered the area for a moment, slowly dissipating to reveal King Cold with his arms crossed behind it. He relaxed. Frieza landed.
– “You didn’t send that one away”–
– “I tried a different tactic for a change… It was becoming really boring to repel blasts with such a weak power of destruction… And you got ten seconds left, Frieza” –
– “Ok… I was saving the best for the end, anyways… a little trick I created only to fight you!” –
King Cold looked confused and surprised. His son already developed a technique of his own? What an interesting turn of events.
– “I want to see you catch or block this one!” – Frieza says, raising his index finger, which had a small glow on its tip already. The small glow became then a small orb.
– “Hehehehe” – Frieza laughed in low tone, confident about his ability. Suddenly, the thin red beam leaves Frieza’s finger. King Cold widened his eyes. The blast goes through his body, leaving Frieza quite surprised and at the same time, satisfied with the success of his death beam. Of course it was too early to count victory, as it was nothing more than an after image. King Cold reappeared in front of his son.
– “Hey! It’s not fair! You broke the rules” –
– “No I didn’t… You talk so much that your time ended up just in time for me to be able to once again start moving” – The King explained. Whether that fact was true or not you, I and Frieza will never know. Right after he was done talking, with a subtle movement King Cold kneeled Frieza in his stomach. The prince was lifted up in the air and King Cold proceeded to slap his son away. Frieza cut through the snowy ground skidding like if he was a hot knife through butter. Amazingly, though, he managed to stand up once again. He had a hard time doing that, though.
– “Interesting… You improved… Last time it didn’t take more than a single strike for me to knock you out” – King Cold comments.
– “I am stronger now.. You won’t defeat me again so easily!” –
Boom. Frieza was blasted by the end of his sentence by an energy blast. As the light covers the “screen” { try visualizing in your mind } , we see Frieza yelling inside the light in pain. He then falls away, rolling a few times in the snow { which had a great participation in cooling his body again } after stopping with his body full of burn marks and smoke exhaling from it. Frieza was once again, out of the combat.

This time, it didn’t take Frieza too long to wake up. His body managed to develop conditions to move consciously again in twenty four hours only. Frieza woke up in the next night, feeling like crap again though. He knew he lost. And again, he wasn’t happy with it.
– “Good night, master Frieza!” –
– “You are so freaking irritant!!!” – Frieza said with his hands on his head, with headaches from the beat up. And then he vented his frustrations and anger on the poor servant. But I gotta ask you… This servant irritated me already with the whole “Good morning, good afternoon, good evening” … aren’t you feeling the same about him? Well… but still I don’t think that was a reason to die for. The poor man probably died not having a clue of why that happened to him. Perhaps in his next life he wouldn’t be that much polite… or that much of an ass kisser. From the throne room, his parents and brother could hear the explosion.
– “He’s awake” – Cooler mentioned. Moments later, Frieza reaches the throne room.
– “I need a new servant… I think I blew mine up” –
King Cold shook his head and hit his forehead.

From that day on, Frieza started training on a regular basis. Eventually, he caught up to his brother cooler in a matter of a couple of months. Cooler restarted training regularly too instead of going demon hunting for fun after sparring with his brother and almost losing. The day-to-day in the palace kept as chaotic as ever. The rest you know… and the part you still don’t, I might tell you… some other time.