#emperorofevilfrieza

oh that high pitched voice--- he always DESPISED it, even more so than King Vegeta probably did. nails to a chalkboard was soothing in comparison, but nothing came close to the way the overlord LOOKED at him, picking at his appearance and intelligence like that. not a word was spoken, not just yet... only his eyes had stared down at bold soul that stood in front of him.  no longer did his father have him in shackles, no longer was he unable to be completely himself. no longer would he be a punching bag for wasted insults.  the second Frieza reached for his pelt, a surge of energy exploded out from his being and engulfed the immediate area around him, only for green energy to beam through his fingertips, growing ever larger by the second. 

Frieza walks up behind the tall black haired saiyan and chuckles a bit “ohoho so you’re this supposed ‘legendary super saiyan’? You look like a string bean compared to other saiyans” frieza chuckles as his tail sways a bit and he smirks a bit

“I’m Fenn. I’m not going to fight you.”

“you…you look very similar to that damned swordsman…..” frieza stares at the lavender haired being and he puts his hand to his chest as though feeling a phantom pain

“If it makes you feel any worse, I’ve definitely killed one of you before.”

Oh great. Another one. Now she had three running around...