#friezx

@friezx​ asked: "Take my hand." Frieza's smallish hand is up for grabs, towards Vegeta. He doesn't mean it in any soft capacity. He means 'or else.' (Kiddo Frieza and Lil' Geets?)

             The prince stared at the proffered hand, tail tight around his waist. The last thing he wanted to to was take it, the obsidian claws on his fingers glistening in the light. Fear gripped him, but he didn’t dare look away. He didn’t dare find his father’s or Nappa’s gaze for reassurance. He was strong by himself. Strong and capable.

“Guinevere? Is that you? What brings you here? Should you not be overseeing matters at Camelot?” 

“What do you want NOW, worm? I’m busy.”

"All the Universe is a stage- or whatever it is Earth people say."

‘ for all of the oddities to spring to life before me, to hallucinate the dead is something unexpected. ‘

there was, after all, little doubt that the tyrant who stood so proudly before him was dead. blow after blow rendered the powerful frieza to naught more than a husk of his former self, battered and broken and trembling before the man he had made the mistake of turning into his servant. how gratifying it had been, how satisfying it had been, to grant the worm the sparse few seconds he had left to beg for his life.

it had been pure euphoria to sever head from shoulders before he could commit to his final resort.

‘ that, or i must be dreaming, though even in the realm of sleep you are typically in the midst of dying. i wonder if i am supposed to fix that. ‘

"My, a whole session?"

@zamaxsu is here exactly for that purpose.