Hidden Light (A DragonBall Super Fanfic)

Adapting

Frieza's P.O.V.

A few days had passed since my intial capture. During this time I've only succeeded in letting rage, frustration, and irritation well up inside of me. I couldn't believe I was in this ridiculous predicament. This was not at all how things were suppose to go; had it not been for that woman I would've killed Goku and all those other pathetic Earthlings, and my revenge would be satisfied! Then I could continue ruling the universe with undying cruelty! Instead, I find myself in a small room in a basement, where the only company I had were the walls around me and the two failures of soldiers I had in the next room over.

"Lord Frieza....are you alright?" Sorbet's voice carried over to my room. I let out a long, heavy sigh, laying on the bed I was provided with. The most I could do was glare at the ceiling, course that didn't resolve anything.

"Alright? I've been taken prisoner by the filthy Saiyans and Earthlings, with my power being held back by this cursed bracelt, preventing any means of escape. So how do you think I am?" I hissed, tail flickering slightly. 

"A-Apologies, Lord Frieza. I understand these circumstances aren't ideal. But, I believe considering everything that's happened, we're actually quite lucky. The Saiyans could've killed us without a second thought, but instead they chose to spare our lives. At least this gives us a chance to leave....somehow." Tagoma explained, trying to lift the mood. His attempt however failed miserably, and I growled, causing them both to yelp.

"I think I prefer to perish over being kept down here. The humiliation of defeat was insufferable as it is, but now we're forced to be locked up like wild animals....something that perhaps could've been avoided had we had a proper army that actually stood a chance." I said, speaking the last part with a snarl. I could hear Sorbet gulp, giving me a slight twinge of pleasure. "I-I apologize for the state of our forces, Lord Frieza. But it's possible our forces still could've made some progress had....uh, had you not...."

"Are you about to blame me for your incompetence?" 

"N-No, t-that's not what I mean! I-I just meant-"

"Hmph, perhaps it is lucky for you that we're in this predicament. Cause if we were to be free right now, I wouldn't hesitate to execute both you and Tagoma for your failures." I stated. That finally caused both the idiots to shut up, and I let out another sigh. I glanced around the room, seeing the tiny cracks on the walls and ceiling. Those had been the result of my failed attempts to punch through them, but even that strength had been locked up due to this bracelet. It's not as if I didn't try to destroy it, but whatever it was made of was incredibly durable, and combined with my already weakened power, it didn't so much as have a dent on it. 

A part of me wondered if death really would have been the better outcome, however recalling the endless chants and songs of those filthy pixies made me cringe. Despite how unpleasant this inprisonment was, returning to Hell would not be ideal either....

I could hear footsteps coming down the hallway, and I sighed, turning away from the electric fencing. It was most likely that Earth woman, Bulma, bringing our meals once again. She always did every day, twice a day, and always made sure her filthy monkey pet, Vegeta, was right by her. The extra protection was not unwarranted, but it was certainly more inconvenient for me. However, as the footsteps got closer, I realized I only heard one pair of footsteps. Bulma wasn't foolish enough to come by herself, was she?

"Hey Frieza."

The voice was all too familiar, and I finally sat up and turned around, seeing Zira look at me from the other side of the cell. Despite giving her a harsh glare, she only gave me a small, friendly smile.