DBXV - Novus (FriezaXreader)

Chapter Eight: Round two

Chapter Eight: Round two

(A/N: *Deletes original note* Nope, no excuses this chapter simply sucks. I've been stuck with writers block for the past two months, even tried writing things for other shows/games - may or may not upload THAT mess - but uh, that's irrelevant... and also kinda an excuse... said I wasn't going to make those, darn it.
Anyway to quit rambling and get to the point - I was having trouble with the start, my terribly lazy solution was to change the POV and skim the first few paragraphs, simply so they would cease their impedance of my progress! So uh, I apologise in advance!)

In his sudden anger and desperation upon seeing his chance at immortality slipping away, Frieza thoughtlessly abandoned his battle with the mysterious (girl/boy) who - for some unfathomable reason - had dared to shun his rare mercy by foolishly attacking. Later they would pay dearly for their insolence - but at this time his attention was fixed on getting to the dragon balls before his wish could be stolen. Regardless of the outcome, someone was going to suffer for this transgression...

Unfortunately it was soon too late... The blackened clouds overhead dispersed as suddenly as they had appeared, giving way to Namek's usual lush green skies - tarnished only by the scantest gathering of rainclouds far behind the icejin. The dragon too followed, vanishing before his eyes - taking with it his anticipated freedom from mortality, death and time's slow suffocation, something which even he, powerful as he was, could not escape forever...

Pausing in his flight, the seething icejin observed the scene, his teeth tightly grit and his body almost shaking with anger - still he managed to compose himself enough to recognise the three small figures in the distance next to the now petrified spheres...
Vegeta... he should have killed the traitorous scum when he had destroyed the rest of his race, regardless of how useful the monkey had been - or how amusing it was to force the proud saiyan to do his bidding.
Again it seemed the follies of mercy were apparent, it wasn't a mistake he would repeat - this time no one would be spared...

It wasn't too long before his presence was noticed. The undeniable fear within his soon to be victims eyes at his approach - which some endeavoured to hide better than others - was no compensation for what they had cost him, yet it was nonetheless satisfying to witness as always.

Vegeta naturally maintained his feigned confidence, of course his frivolous boasts held no cause for concern to the icejin. Doubtless the saiyan knew full well he stood no chance - yet this futility did not discourage him from engaging the clearly superior alien in combat. Escape was hardly an option. 

Frieza dealt with the saiyan easily enough, swatting aside his attacks as though they were nothing and retaliating with his own. Had he not been quite so angered still, he may have taken his time to truly relish the saiyan's pain, as it was, he simply wanted him dead.
Within what seemed mere minuets Vegeta was down, his body briefly skidding across the dry, grassless terrain before coming to a stop before a small rocky ledge and struggling to his hands and knees.
Raising a hand, the icejin grinned maliciously as he swiftly hurled a dark purple sphere of ki towards the monkey - who had little time to recover, much less evade.

Unfortunately, to his surprise when the dust cleared from the impact Vegeta appeared significantly less dead, or at least injured, than he would have liked. Before the saiyan stood an almost familiar young icejin, their stance casual and expression almost cocky. It was clear they had blocked the attack, and with admittedly impressive speed.

Frieza remained in place, slowly lowering his arm from his prior move as he observed the newcomer with an annoyance only surpassed by his curiosity, he instantly recognised them as (y/n) despite the fact their appearance had altered somewhat drastically.
It seemed he was correct in his earlier assumptions that the young alien had been concealing their real power and now found himself wondering what they were truly capable of - shame his scouter had been destroyed already - they wouldn't be suppressing their power as such outside of training unless they had something worth hiding... that or they lacked control. Still it was no matter, there was no way they could match him at his best, it was simply unfortunate that they could not be forced or coaxed into his service, he desperately needed new, strong underlings to recoup his losses on Namek...