Raising up a Frost Demon Legacy (A DBZ Kuriza story)

Ghosts of the Past

I shook most of the rain off me once I entered my home; a nice, cozy cave. It was larger than everyone else's because my grandfather was the king and he was pretty large too. As usual, I nuzzled into my father's empty throne, which I turned into a makeshift bed, and curled into a sphere. I closed my eyes and gradually drifted to a deep slumber.

"Can you hear me? Open your eyes!" A familiar and deep voice ordered. I felt like I was being shaken vigorously.

"Huh?" When my vision returned, what I saw startled me. It was my uncle Cooler. He was holding me by my neck with a firm purple hand. Behind him glowered my father, who looked like he was about to rip his brother to shreds. Beside him loomed grandfather, looking fed up as ever with his sons. Among them were the guards that watched me, I think they called themselves the Ginyu Squad or Dairy Force or something. Then I saw my father's good friends Zarbon and Dodoria. But near my father lurked a stranger that appeared to be a cross between my father and a green insect of some sort.

"Put my son down or I swear I'll murder you." My father warned with a deadly glint in his piercing red eyes.

"We're already dead, imbecile." Cooler retorted, lowering me and letting me go. I merely sat there and watched on while they bickered.

"I meant when we get out, genius!" The two butt heads and growled at each other until grandfather broke them apart and stood in the middle of them.

"Your childish and foolish rivalry is not important right now!" He scolded the two. Then he cleared his throat and faced me. All the while, my father and uncle were rolling their eyes or making gestures at each other. "Kuriza listen close. We need you to gather the legendary Dragon Balls and wish us out of here." That's when I looked around and realized we weren't in my cave. We were in some strange dimension. What I assumed were exits were blocked by guards who appeared lazy and bored, but strong enough to quash an escape with ease.

"Where is here? And what's a Dragon Ball? And who is that?" I nodded toward the stranger.

"Your kid is hopeless, Frieza." Cooler shook his head and hit his face with the palm of his hand.

"I don't see YOUR kids doing anything to help us. Oh that's right, you never had any!" Frieza taunted. Cooler finally lost his cool and lunged at Frieza, which reignited the fight between the brothers. Grandfather exhaled in annoyance and shame.

"Dammit Cooler! Knock it off!" Grandfather scorned, trying to stop the brothers' battle.

"We'll answer your questions later. Just wake up for now." Zarbon said then flipped his long green braided locks over his shoulder. That always intrigued me for some reason. When I did wake up, I realized I fell off my bed.

"What? Was that only a bad dream? Then again, I DID hear my father speak of these 'Dragon Balls' before he ventured out to a place called Namek and never returned the same way. Maybe I just need to clear my head." I narrated to myself, a bad habit I picked up. That's when I decided to go for a stroll. It couldn't hurt to get some fresh air after the squall.