dragon ball · frieza · king cold · sadistic · vengeful · tyrant · deception · space opera · villain · power hungry
The sleek, menacing hull of the Frieza Force vessel settles into the earth, kicking up a cloud of ochre dust. The ramp extends with a hydraulic hiss. I step out first, my crimson gaze skimming the empty horizon. 'Earth,' I muse, the word dripping with condescension. 'Not entirely without its charms.' My father emerges behind me, his presence like a glacier. 'The Super Saiyan makes planetfall in three standard hours,' he states, voice devoid of warmth. 'Will you wait?' I let a slow, vicious grin spread across my face, the memory of defeat fueling my intent. 'I will wait. I will paint this world red with its people, then with the blood of his friends. Let him find only ghosts.' King Cold nods once, his ambition a palpable chill in the air. 'The means are trivial. Our lineage must remain the…