#berryblue ship

[the-creator-undertale-au]

BerryBlue (ship) week !!!!

Day 1. 《Echo flower in the snow》

DS!Blue: @\onebizarrekai

(i dont want to bother :'))

Berry & MoonBerry: @berrytales

[bones4thecats]

➸ Bad Blood; Dragon Ball × Saiyan! S/O

Characters: Frieza A/N: Reader's Outfit and Veil. This took me so gosh darn long to do. I might do a second part, not sure though. Just enjoy for now! ➥ Summary: After the betrayal of your brother, Vegeta, you dedicated your life to serving your lord. And once he was brought back years later, nobody expected the reunion's ending.

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╚═════ Frieza ════════════════════════════════╝

🏔️ You and your squad had done it. You demolished another planet in the name of King Cold and the Saiyan race. As the rest of your team stood a ways away from you, you looked down at where the inhabitants of the world once were

🏔️ Their homes were nothing but dust and ash from your deadly ki blasts. And honestly. You felt nothing but pleasure from the destruction of the people. Was it horrible? Yes. Did you care? No.

🏔️ This was something you were raised to do without any faults, so your emotional range on this was low. It was like whenever a scammer were to trick someone. It was in their nature, their blood

"Princess Y/N, it's about your father."

🏔️ Looking back, you saw one of the Saiyans looking at you. His fingers were still placed on their scouter as they listened in. He ran up to you and panted worriedly

"What is it?" You asked.

"The Frieza Force notified us that a meteor collided with Planet Vegeta. The... world has been destroyed. There are no survivors."

🏔️ You hummed, looking back at the destruction. Of course, you were upset that your planet was destroyed. But, why in the name of King Cold did your people not try stopping it? Honestly, the Saiyans could be quite simple-minded

"Princess Y/N, what should we do?" The low-class warrior asked.

"What a foolish question." You criticized. "Contact with the Frieza Force's central unit. Tell them that we are on our way to their coordinates to speak with Lord Frieza himself. Do not take no for an answer. Unless you want to be as dead as these beings."

"Y-yes, Princess."

🏔️ You scoffed and walked away, the warrior following you as you called for the rest of your group to head back to the ship and leave this planet to dust. They all followed you as you walked inside the device and sat at the chair, bellowing orders for them to follow to get back

"Princess. If you don't mind me asking. What are you going to speak to Lord Frieza about?" Another Saiyan asked.

"That is for me to know and you to not." You answered coldly.

"Yes, ma'am."

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🏔️ Handing the controls over to your bodyguard, you stepped on the edge of the ship's exit. You groaned and pushed the two warriors out, beckoning the one young female to hold your hand and fly down

🏔️ She smiled as you both landed, keeping her grip on your hand as you walked down the hallways and towards Frieza's throne room. The other warriors ended up leaving to check on any injuries they got from the battle, and you handed the young one to one of your other allies

"If I find a cut on her that I have not seen yet, I shall have your head. Understood?"

"Yes, Princess."

🏔️ Rolling your eyes and knocking on the door, you could hear the few leaders of the Force inside. You then heard Frieza yell for whomever it was to come in

🏔️ You did as he ordered. Opening the door and closing it behind you, you looked up at the Emperor as he turned his chair around. He looked down at you and smirked. It was obvious he knew what you were here for

"Kikono, Berryblue, you may leave us."

🏔️ Berryblue and Kikono looked at their leader and nodded. Kikono looked visibly nervous while Berryblue was far more content, even carrying her normal, calming smile. As they walked past you, you nodded, making Kikono do the same and Berryblue to smile gentler at you

🏔️ Despite your race being held for your aggressiveness and tendency to not think, you were the opposite. You thought before you acted, and while, yes, you had moments of rage, these were few and far between unlike your fellow Saiyans

"Now, Y/N. I suppose you're hear to hear the rest of the details on your planet."

"On the contrary, my Lord. I would like to know where my younger brother, Vegeta, is located. If that is alright for you."

🏔️ Frieza's eyes slightly widened. He expected you to be dedicated to knowing every detail on how your planet died and what exactly caused it. So, hearing you push everyone else aside for that little brat you called your brother surprised him slightly

"He is on his way. Apparently, his group decided to not follow my orders."

"The arrogance my younger brother carries surpasses my father's, no doubt. I'm sure he has a respectable reasoning for this, Lord Frieza."

"He better. Is there anything else you would like to be informed in?" He questioned.

"No. That was all I needed. Thank you, my Lord."

"It is of no problem, Princess Y/N. You may leave."

"Have a good rest of your day, Lord Frieza."

"...You as well."

══✿══╡ Years Later...

🏔️ It was over fifteen years later that you came back into contact with Vegeta. He had done a lot of things in the matter of those years. He had not only betrayed the Frieza Force, but he had even gone as far as to attempt to kill Frieza. How despicable

🏔️ While Vegeta's attempts were futile, another Saiyan survivor, Son Goku, had managed to kill him. You were still on his ship when it happened, and hearing the news of the Ginyu Force being destroyed was enough to overhwhelm your thoughts, but Vegeta and Frieza dying just made you snap

🏔️ As Frieza was deceased, you helped rule the Frieza Force. You were his most-trusted member of the Force, and he seemed to like being around you, so everyone voted you in to be their leader until they managed to find a way for Frieza to return

🏔️ You held this position for a long time, nearly fourteen years, until you were notified by Sorbet that they managed to get Frieza's soul back with some body parts and he was currently being fully-regenerated in the Medical Machine a few halls away

🏔️ Nodding and telling him to call you once he was fully-healed, you got back to your work. Managing this Force was hard, you wondered how Frieza managed to handle it all by himself when he was so young. At least, for his species

🏔️ Sorbet eventually came back, he told you Frieza was nearly done and asked if you wanted to be there when it was time to let him back out. You just waved him off and said you'd be there soon, you needed to finish some paperwork first

🏔️ He nodded and walked back to where the Medical Machine was while you worked. It was after you organized the files back the way Frieza liked it, and had it, all those years ago. Thankfully, your memory was one of the best in the Universe

🏔️ You grabbed your veil and propped it onto your head. Standing up and walking away, you saw the once-young Saiyan female you raised and smiled at her. She did so back and skipped off to give some paperwork you signed earlier to a pod for another planet's royalty to look over

🏔️ It was when you were just up the hall that you heard the voices of Sorbet and... Frieza. How remarkable. The machine did work

🏔️ Chuckling as you finally met the doorway, you tapped in the code and allowed it to open. This sound alerted the attention of all in the room. Specifically, Sorbet and your previous leader

"Well, well. My Lord, you have been revived. Impressive work, Sorbet." You said.

🏔️ Frieza's eyes slightly widened at the sight of you. When he last saw you, you had the normal messy hair that any Saiyan would have. Now, you had longer, well-kept hair. You also wore skin-tight battle-armor. It had two gems on the hands that shined in the light where you stepped

🏔️ He looked at you up and down and cocked his 'eyebrow' before asking

"Princess Y/N of the Saiyans? Is that you?"

"You would be correct, Lord Frieza. I'm truly surprised you recognized me after such a lengthy time away."

"Well, it is hard to not remember a monkey."

🏔️ You chuckled, not taking any offense. Your tail lightly swayed before wrapping around your waist to relax. Frieza's merely swung around like there was nobody around, almost matching your own's actions to the dot

"I suppose that is true, my Lord."

"Hm. I also seem to remember your honesty, Y/N. Do tell, who has been leading the Frieza Force since my unfortunate departure?" He asked.

"That would be a partnership of myself and Commander Sorbet. He and some men have been handling the technological advancements of the Force. I, in the meanwhile, have been leading the conflicts and any kind of fights that have erupted. With this duet, the Force had grown slightly. Though, we have lost some men. Mostly ones from your days of leading."

🏔️ Frieza hummed again, walking up to you. He then looked into your eyes, his narrowing slightly to make you flinch. You just smiled down at him, making him back off, knowing you were being fully honest with him. Looking back at Sorbet, he nodded, making him slightly calm down

"Now, Y/N. You have been working as a little informant since your first days of being in the Force. So, do tell, has the Saiyan Goku grown as strong as Sorbet has said?"

"Yes, he has. But, so have the rest of the Z Fighters. Even Vegeta has grown stronger. Last I knew, he was training to become a Super Saiyan. It is highly possible that he has met that and surpassed that transformation, much like Goku."

"Vegeta? Oh, yes, your younger brother. I wonder how he reacted to you staying with the Force."

"He was far from amused, my Lord. But, who is?" You joked.

"Well, then they have grown to be mightier than I have dared to dream. This could be most salubrious for me."

🏔️ You could hear Sorbet make a noise of confusion from behind the Emperor, and you just kept your calm expression as he questioned him

"I'm not sure I know that word, sir." He said.

🏔️ Frieza gritted his teeth slightly and frowned. This man was starting to get on his nerves

"If I may explain, my Lord." Frieza nodded after you finished your question and you looked back at the shorter male and answered him.

"It means being beneficial to someone's health and well-being, Commander."

"Yes. And what could be more salubrious for a conqueror than the motivation to become so strong he's never dethroned again?"

"Uhm, as you say, my Lord." Sorbet replied nervously.

🏔️ You then noticed Frieza rise into the air, an energy-made aura appearing around him. It glowed a purple-pink, which made your eyes shine in admiration. He was strong, stronger than anyone you had ever met in your life. And you know what they say about Saiyans; they like strong people

"I've never trained a day in my life. There was never a need. Imagine what could happen if unlock my latent potential."

"Hold on! You mean, you could get stronger? Stronger than your final form?!"

'Well, of course he can, Sorbet. This is our Lord Frieza we're speaking of."

"Exactly. Now shut your gaping mouth so I can concentrate. If I train in earnest for the next four months... yes. I could reach a power level of 1.3 million!"

🏔️ The energy flowed off of Frieza in massive waves. And while the others all cowered in fear from him, you stood and smiled. It was as if you were at one of those Earthly art museum things that you heard one speak of. Frieza was the art and you were the person attempting to interpret everything about him. From his strength to the way he spoke so beautifully despite his flaws. Oh, how you missed your tyrannical love

[lord-bleed]

What is your headcanon on Frieza/Frost ship?

Frieza ended up finding the time room, but he knew it would be useless to train alone, so he went after his brother cooler, but the older lizard was already too busy with his own army and relationship with his right-hand man, Salza.

Frieza while talking to berryblue and kikono, he is reminded about his version of universe 6, the criminal Frost, so the emperor of universe 7 decides to go after his other version.

Luckily (or maybe not), Champa had already gone after Frieza several times to be able to replace Frost, but the emperor wasn't interested, but Frieza had free access between the twin universes, arriving in the sixth universe, Frieza goes to a city and There, by accident, he ends up bumping into a hooded man, he soon notices that it was Frost in disguise and the blue icejin runs away from the emperor, causing an alert to the city's local police.

Frieza is confused with Frost, but in the end he ends up killing the police, now with Frost in his hands, Frieza makes him a proposal, Frost would be his apprentice and Frieza his master, so both would become stronger together, Frost at first retreats , but he accepts it since he wouldn't have much of a choice.

At first it was very difficult to adapt, many of the emperor's soldiers kept confusing Frieza and Frost. Frost doesn't get along with Zarbon and Dodoria at first, but they got along well... After a while, Frost now feels more trust in Frieza and a feeling for the emperor, but Frieza is confused about his feelings and insecure since the departure of his ex-wife (Kuriza's mother).

((Forgive my English if there are any spelling errors ))

[fandom-trash-xl]

A Frieza Daima Scenario

Goku knows then that his Instant Transmission still has to be on the fritz with his smaller size because he was sure he had locked on to what he suspected to be Frieza's power level (although it seemed a touch smaller than usual) but he instead finds himself plopped in one of the spaceship's hallways- with a petite blue soldier, spry in spite of her wrinkled complexion, holding a cane to his throat.

"Who are you and what is your business?" She snarls distrusting.

"Look, I didn't mean to just drop in, but Frieza's on this ship right?"

"And? Why should I tell you?" The cane closes in further.

"Can you just let him know his ol' pal Son Goku is here to see him?"

"Hmph, I suppose you are a spitting image if not a bit small, but it is quite rich, thinking you two are 'pals'." Still, she draws the cane back. "I'm afraid you may not, however. Something has come over Lord Frieza and he's closed himself off to his room; he's not letting anyone see him in this state, not his soldiers, and certainly not annoying little Saiyan pests... Only myself, his loyal caretaker, Berryblue." She looks briefly prideful before turning dour again. "He's killed anyone less." For a second, she seems to forget her prior hostility, sighing. "Even so, I do admit he's acting rather chi- er, immature over this. We'll see if he's willing to indulge you."

"Oh, thanks ma'am, we need all the help we can get here! We're not really space savvy, heh."

Berryblue knocks on Frieza's door behind her. "Lord Frieza, a Son Goku' is here to see you. Should I turn him away?"

A hiss replies from behind the door, sounding like Frieza but there's a distinct crack to it. "No visitors means no visitors, Berryblue! Especially not that obnoxious monkey!"

"But, may I add, my lord. I believe he may be quite understanding..." Her glance briefly darts to the Saiyan. "...of your current circumstance."

A groan comes from Frieza. "Fine... But, if this is some ruse, you will never hear the end of it..." Small footsteps approach the door before it opens to reveal...

Frieza, his height compared to Goku now closer to an even match than before, in his first form as pink as a toasted strawberry- holding a stemmed glass of what can't be distinguished as either wine or grape juice, donning a scarlet bathrobe that now fits like a floor-length dress, and glaring with low tolerance.

His eyes briefly widen at seeing Goku's current smaller state before narrowing again with a hunch. "I can presume this whole fiasco is your fault, yes?"

[familyofpaladins]

thanks for the tag!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

3 non romantic duos: oh man just 3? Leo and Raph (any tmnt iteration), Izuku Midoriya and bakugo katsuki (my hero academia), and Hiccup and Toothless (how to train your dragon)

A ship that might surprise people: oh man, I dont often ship stuff and it's usually canon/unsurprising ships when I do lol. Uuhhh back when I was in the voltron fandom I shipped Keith and Pidge (I ddint realize it at the time but I headcanoned them both as ace, and thought theyd make a good couple lol)

Last song: So Good Right Now by Fall Out Boy

Last film: uuuhhhh I went and saw Twisters with my sister a couple weeks ago. I think that was the last movie I watched lol

Currently reading: not much actually. (Havent read many physical books lately and havent even been reading much fanfiction lately because I just started a new job so I've been busy)

Currently watching: Show called Manifest cause my sister got it as a birthday present so we're watching it together. Its ... interesting

Currently consuming: I'm also actually (re)watching the httyd cartoons (I have Race to the Edge on dvd so I started watching that, then realized theres ALOT of references to Riders/Defenders of berk, so then started watching that at the same time lol)

Currently craving: hmmmm idk. Good nights sleep (new job has given me some weird hours that have made my sleep schedule kind of whack lol). Maybe some kind of cracker too. like cheezits or soemthing lol

@sonderquill @berryblu-soda @bloo-the-dragon @eastofthemoon @rangergirl3 and anyone else who wants to join!!

Things to get to know me better

Thanks @franollie for the tag

1. 3 non romantic duos: Toph & Zuko, cass & Brenda, Steph & Tim

2. A ship that might surprise people: Dottie x Peggy in marvel (toxic lesbians I love you)

3. Last song: 99 Luftballons (fave target language song💪💪💪)

4. Last film: Now you see me (not watched the sequel yet but the first was bangingggg)

5. Currently reading: Richard III by Shakespeare

6. Currently watching: the dragon prince (a rewatch but in German this time)

7. Currently consuming: Poppylaur’s videos on insta (I need the lesbian advice)

8. Currently craving: a pizza toastie

(No pressure) tags: @hmyrine @twinklefwinkle @littlegreekhero @theusernameiwantisntavailable

[altamaranempire]

Okay but how do think Frieza would do as a parent?

I can actually see him being better at it than you'd immediately think. c: Frieza himself seems like he was spoiled *rotten* by his dad, I mean he got handed a whole evil space empire as a little kid, so if he's gonna follow king cold's example? Yeah, Kuriza is gonna be the rich punk kid that everyone hates because his entire life is just one big free ride with everything he wants~ Speaking of rides, I always like to imagine that the reason frieza is never riding his hover-car thing in the Broly Movie is because of this:

It might even explain why he's willing to move his ship away from the battlefield, or why when he hears about Broly's anger issues his response is "you brought danger to my ship" not "oh cool hope he goes feral on my enemies lmaooo". It's probably just supposed to show that he's matured and cares more about his troops than in Resurrection F but shhhhhh.

[amiz06-certified-b1mb0]

Do you think Frieza makes a good dad?

Lol hell naw

I mean he’s not a TERRIBLE dad, but not a good one either, he’s somewhat in between, kinda like Goku and Vegeta? Toriyama has a trope going on with ‘Questionable but Just Okay’ dads.😂

Imagine being the evil, tyrannical Frieza, who only cares for himself, is tasked to take care of a child, he’s BOUND to have imperfections. He would probably task his servants to take care of his son for him most of the time, especially BerryBlue coz she’s like the nanny of the Frieza Family, coz Frieza’s hella lazy. Y’know ‘sipping wine and blow up planets from the ship ohohohoho~’

But Frieza is shown to be capable of maturity, from his Namek self to T.O.P to Broly movie. So he’ll try at least a tiny bit to take care of his son. Like taking him on rides in his floating pod, but he barely trains his son coz if Frieza can’t be bothered to train himself, why his son?

Lmao maybe it all started with BerryBlue going around with her usual smug remarks, “Lord Frieza, you best be taking care of your son too, you don’t want him having attachment issues. Ur dad did the same thing and look how you turned out lol”

[familyofpaladins]

For the hyperfixation

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📌 how did you find your hyperfixation?

Actually a couple of my mutuals including you @eastofthemoon, @berryblu-arts, and I think @bloo-the-dragon had reblogged a couple things about the show, with comments of how good it is. ( I had also watched lego Ninjago series before though I think I haven't seen the last like 3 or 4 seasons lol, and thought well i like that so maybe I'd like this, and put it on my mental list of shows I'm totally gonna watch one day.) So when I was needing something new to watch I thought, oh hey, I'll check that out, saw it had like 20 episodes was liek yeah sure, this isnt daunting so I'll watch! And now I'm obsessed.

🎥 do you have any favorite scenes from your hyperfixation?

Aaaaaa theres a lot I like, but. Just. The entire Revenge of the Spiderqueen special.

Literally I just love that entire episode. Every scene is GOLD.

The customer complaint about food while the city is being attacked and set on fire in the background. Monkey king inviting MK to watch the fireworks with him. "Am I eating hair?!" "Its better not to think about it". Monkey king and DBK's sass at spider queen "Spider PRINCESS" "- The Would Be Queen of spiders" . Red Son's landing on the air ship. "Will you LET ME steal your ship, so I can save my father. And you know. The world. Please." The entirdy of going to the celestial realm. The getting there. Mei and Red Son. Tang going with Pigsy to find the pills cause it sounds like pigsy has no clue what to look for. Pigsy then immediately finding the pills on his own. All of them jumping back onto the ship. Huntsman trying to jump on the ship too but being caught by the big one "I COULD HAVE MADE IT!!!!" "Awww sure you could have buddy" and then the look on huntsman's face when mk jumps over their heads onto the ship. "Nice hero speech!!" "THAT WAS A VILLAIN SPEECH!!!" Later: mk gives a nice speech but followed by a kinda evil laugh. Red Son: Now THAT was a Hero Speech!!! DBK breaking out to find his son :') DBK and Red son staying and fighting with the others (they could have left! Dbk got his son and dbk is no longer captured so they could have left! They didnt NEED to stay and fight spider queen!! They could have left it to the heroes but they didnt!!!!) Red son using his flames to free mei when she couldnt get out of the webs. Spider queen: I Am the QUEEN!!! Monkey king: *walking down the side of the building and grabbing the staff* "yeah? Well, I'm the KING." Monkey king and MK holding the staff and spinning each other in the air, and monkey king going "HERE COMES MONKIE- Kid" with that proud smile on his face??? AAAAAA I love it. Monkey king turning into an eagle to catch MK when he starts falling after the attack. DBK RUNNING AND JUMPING TO CATCH THEM BOTH!!!!!!!!! Again, HE DIDNT HAVE TO DO THAT!!! HE REALLY DIDNT, BUT YET HE DID!!!! Monkey king sitting on Mk's head. and then the fact that dbk and red son stuck around even after the fight was over. "We should never tell mother about this." "Agreed". This and more. Also the angry face monkey king makes anytime spiderqueen or lady bone demon threaten MK in any fashion (Protective Dad Instinct)

💔 tell us about one of your LEAST favorite characters and why you dislike them.

Hmmmm this is hard, because all of the characters are great. Like even Lady Bone Demon is a fantastic creepy villain, so I cant say that I dislike her as a character. Though I would like to fight the white bone spirit ofe making MK think he's not worthy of being the monkie kid. She's also very good at manipulating others into doing her bidding thinking it's their own idea, and I dont like people like that. (But it works great for her as a villain)

Otherwise.... maybe the fake mayor? Because hes just unnerving , and you know soemthign is weird with him, but not entirely sure what exactly. (Also... if hes the "fake" mayor, wheres the real one? Is there another mayor? Does this one just LOOK like the mayor and impersonate him, or was this guy actually "elected" into office, but definitely isnt someone who should be a mayor?? Who and What exactly is he???)

Ask me about my hyperfixation?

[splittingxpaths]

❝Well now. This looks rather... cozy.❞

It had been some time since Freiza had even bothered ‘visiting’ the seer; in truth, while it was satisfying to spook him, sometimes it was tiresome to deal with the fear that the Namekian exhibited. Useful, but tiresome.

So in the smallest effort to make the seer be more... ‘at home’, Berryblue suggested to allow the Namekian his homely accessories. Others that were in similar positions were given the same nicety, provided that they were conscious of a limit.

Frieza knew there was a trip out to Earth done by one of the scouts, probably at the request of Berryblue who might have managed to gotten the seer to talk about what would make his room more at home. This was the first time the emperor had encountered what that might have meant.

Reaching up and taking a part of the closest hanging drapery, he’d inspect its material (silk? He certainly approved) as the seer remained frozen on his chair - the visit was a surprise, of course. Aside from the customary knock to alert that he was here, he doesn’t often bother to wait unless otherwise asked to.

Gazing around, there were drapes hung from the ceilings, blocking off most of the blank steel-blue wall from sight and arranged in a way to make it seem more like... what’s the word? Pavilion? Yes, that was it - the room was almost transformed into a pavilion. Aside from the drapes, there was only a few added items that he could see, which at least meant that there wasn’t many objects to be bothered with.

❝I have to say that I am surprised that you hadn’t attempted to cram more than half of what ever dwelling you lived in into this room. Most certainly had tried.❞

❝Er... t-thank you??❞ It seemed that the Namekian was at a loss of what to say, a mix of the usual fear as well as unsure of how to reply to small talk. He wasn’t even sure if it was meant to be a compliment or not, Frieza suspected.

Stepping further inside, he’d gaze around as he took account of what was now part of the room, having a bit more of a sense of what this Namekian was like. He was an... odd one, that was for certain. A small line of books of presumably Earth-origin inside the small enclave near the bed, a framed picture right in front of them, a thick comforter of some kind spread out on the said bed... 

❝Make sure you send your thanks to Berryblue for making this possible.❞ While he suspected that it’s already happened, he’d like to ensure that his old caretaker was given the respect she was due. With a hurried nod from the seer in assurance that he would, Frieza was turning away before his gaze went back to that framed picture. Without invitation or even asking, his tail snaked forward and took it off its resting place, prompting a objection that was immediately silenced from the Namekian as he’d watch the emperor examine the picture. A short human with magenta eyes, with one arm wrapped around the arm of a far taller Namekian of a slightly bigger build of muscles... 

There was something familiar in the way that the Namekian held himself, with that golden ornament around his neck, his ears pierced exactly the same way.

❝Tell me; is this you?❞

Surprised, the seer would hesitate before nodding slightly when the Icejin glanced up. It wasn’t exactly hard to figure which one Frieza was referring to. Gazing returning to the picture after a few seconds of studying, it was like a large piece of a puzzle he held. This was several years old, from what he’d have to guess, and the human may seem quite happy... but he could see the signs of some kind of tiredness from the bags under her eyes. A slight hollowed look to the cheeks. Tired, and suffering from some kind of illness.

❝Hm.❞ Without further comment, he’d place the picture back to its spot, twisting it ever slightly until it was back in its position - a habit that came from when he had to return his own possessions to their places, and his caretaker would double-check his memory. Perhaps he may learn a touch more at a later date. Such as why it was that the Namekian, who clearly had the normal onyx eyes, now had the same magenta-color as that of the human. ❝Well. I must say that I approve of these changes. Better than most others, I would admit.❞

He was already turning away even as he could sense surprise emitted from the seer - he didn’t need to see it to be certain. ❝One last thing... I’ve been told by Berryblue of your name. Taiko, is it?❞

That... had been neglected upon the Namekian being pressed into his service, though at the time he had doubted that he really needed to know much about the other except what use he could be. ❝Yes... That’s correct.❞

❝Good. Then I can properly address you as necessary. Considering how hasty I were about having you situated, I suppose it had slipped my mind at the asking.❞ Not that it would have meant much since he had been in the process of changing his mind about disposing the Namekian. ❝If you need anything else, you know whom to request them from. Not many would catch my advisor’s eye, so I suggest to not be exceptionally... greedy with your requests.❞

❝Y-yes sir...❞

As the door opened, he’d glance back over his shoulder - the seer’s eyes were averted, antenna drooping versus the curled appearance they usually would be positioned. Terrified as the Namekian was, being isolated was not very... healthy. ❝You’re not confined to your quarters, by the by. While you are prohibited from leaving the ship for any reason except for my orders, you do have some leeway.❞

❝Ah..??❞ Forced to look back, Taiko seemed surprised at the suggestion. While not exactly.. confined, they had assumed that they had little ability to move around. They were all but prisoner by name. ❝I... I suppose...❞

❝And should you encounter any trouble - ❞ Here, he’d give the seer a slow smile, ❝ - simply tell them that their Lord Frieza would be most displeased about them harassing you. The kais knows how your seering works, and I’m fairly certain that being pushed around may cause some instability to the process.❞

Antenna shot straight up; wasn’t that kind of like lying?? And it was... the tyrant’s suggestion! ❝But - I -❞

Yet Frieza was already gone, chuckling to himself at the look of incredibility and bafflement the seer exhibited at the suggestion. Ah, this may be just as fun as the scaring. Maybe a little more enjoyable.

[the-creator-undertale-au]

BerryBlue (ship) week !!!!

Day 2. 《Decorations》

DS!Blue: @\onebizarrekai

Berry & MoonBerry: @berrytales

>u< aaaah I love this ship and family !!! You can even see little Blair next to her sister MoonBerry

[blueberry-blast]

4, 5, 13, and 19? For the Warrior Cats Asks

[still going off of the info i can remember/info n characters from newer books because I /really/ should get around to rereading the entire series again-]

4. What would your warrior name be? 

Hmmmmmmmm, probably something like, Hazeltail or Specklepelt I guess-

or we can go with the forbidden name from one of my old oc’s that literally rearranges Blueberry (an actual possible warriors name) into Berryblue-

5. Which Warriors character do you most relate with?

Probably Ivypool, getting compared to siblings aint fu n, whether its because their really good at something or just because “Oh when (insert sibling) was your age..”-

Also training with totally not evil cats? sU R E-

13. What’s your favorite Warriors ship? 

TallJake t ha ts it ne xt que s ti on le g g o-

19. Name your top five characters of all time.

My top 5 would have to be;

1. Mapleshade (manipulative evil gal, gettin revenge for her ba bie s -)

2/3. Crookedstar or Cinderpelt (cats with severe injuries that rise above them and do the best they can? hECC YEAH!)

4/5. Alderheart (sweet bean with anxiety) or Firestar (we spend a lot of time with him, and he gives a good p.o.v for the introduction of this world so y EAH)

[lord-bleed]

Fanfic: The Emperor's Son

chapter 2: obedience

After 40 years the prince walks through the aisles of the ship heading towards the one he called "daddy", the prince approached the door to knock on it until he was startled by the door opening,Vegeta bumps into Berryblue, Frieza's advisor and assistant

-"Prince Vegeta, your father the great Frieza was waiting for you"

-"ah thanks berryblue.... do you think he knows?"

Said the worried prince, the shorter woman smiles and lowers her head and turns away from the prince

-"I must tell you that Lord Frieza heard that you stole some items from King Roland's castle. "

replied the amused woman smiling even more than the

-"Berryblue I would like to be alone with my son"

A figure entered the room speaking in a Rude and stressed tone, Lord Frieza had entered the room holding a glass of wine.

-"Father, I can explain

-"Vegeta, how were you so naive to think you could steal a future client of ours and get out of this unscathed."

-"But Dad, that guy has nothing to offer us and escaping those guns was a breeze for me and the others.

-"easy? EASY?! You almost left nappa without a tail and Raditz is injured because he was hit by the guns."

Said the emperor more changed and making the prince step back

-"Vegeta, you could get hurt in this mission, you and my son and you should act like such and not like a Loko like the other sayajins "

The prince lowered his head and let out a small sigh. -"It's ok daddy, I'll go, I'll be in my rooms if you need me, you know where to find me

Frieza sighs seeing Vegeta leaving the room and leaving him alone with Berryblue

-"Did I get hard on him, berryblue?

The woman shrugs her shoulders and smiles

[fandom-trash-xl]

what about kuriza/marron??

As funny as the idea of Frieza's kid not getting together with a Saiyan kid but instead the daughter of the man Frieza considers to be space horse manure and the fodder of the Z-Team is, this is a ship I really don't see because of their age gap. Maybe I could see it say if Kuriza was born during Frieza's ten years in the Time Chamber in the manga, but with the way things are going, I don't think manga Frieza would want his son making any Earth friends anytime soon.

However, I do see them as possibly being friends! Pretty much all the Z Fighter kiddos born in the DBS era have dubbed Marron their collective honorary big sister, and that group starts to include Kuriza as well. Sometimes, a few days before officially meeting for a playdate on Earth at Capsule Corp, Frieza (or Berryblue depending on who's chaperoning this time) makes a brief stop, at Kuriza's insistence, to visit Big Sis Marron. Why not wait until the gang's all together, you ask? Marron's got quite a lot of little craft knowledge nuggets, so she'll show Kuriza a few things like weaving flower crowns or friendship bracelets so he can learn ahead for whatever Bulla has planned for the day- and maybe impress her a bit too.

Of course, when Kuriza is first acquainted with Marron, Frieza is... conflicted.

K: Papa! I met a friend of Bulla's today. Her name's Marron.

F: Oh... (sarcastic) Goodie... May I ask about this one's parentage?

K: (points to Krillin)

F: (silence for a moment before sighing exhausted) Why do I let you come here?

Frieza has to start making a board of which Z-Fighters' kids Kuriza has befriended and which does he have a little bit more time before they get to him.

[berryblu-arts]

That bookshelf tried to murder me 😥

Okay anyways, these two are my ocs, i don’t draw them much(seeing as how they’re supposed to show up early on i probably should)

The one on the left is Neo, the other one used to have a name but imma change it 😗 so no name for now…

[tcmpcral]

#1, 3,7,12,19

Munday | Accepting

What made you decide to roleplay this muse?

fjfjfkda well. for basil, it’s just bc he’s probably my favorite out of the trio de dangers, and i was drawn toward his behavior outside of the battlefield, where he comes across (to me) as being kind of sociable and doofy. i just thought that combination would be fun to write. i also like that he’s something of a blood knight despite that, and just. picks fights with like. Everyone once the tournament starts instead of conserving energy or anything like that lmao

majora i literally just really, really love his character design hahaaa lies down i already use him as a FC for an OC of mine, so there’s that lmao i never actually intended to write majora himself, but. well. here we are :v i’m having a ball fleshing him out tho

ribrianne and hop are just characters i like tbh, who have some kind of ‘hook’ or character trait that grabs me that i think would be interesting or fun to try to portray, like with basil. same with berryblue :o

Are there other characters you’re interested in rping or wish to?

i really do plan to eventually add both ribrianne and hop to this blog lies down i also mayyy add berryblue, but that one i’m not as sure on. i feel like she’s a little. Different than what i usually write for, and i’m Intimidated lmao

Do you overthink your tag descriptions or keep it simple?

personally, i think they’re mostly simple. characters and ships tags are usually song lyrics tbh :v or at least referencing a song. occasionally they reference an adage instead. verse tags are usually the first thing i think of lmao

others are just. usually tagged with what they are. except i overuse semicolons lmao

Do you have fun RPing?

generally, yes. there’s times when i feel overlooked or discouraged bc i’m so slow and distant and i worry that means i’ll never quite cultivate the same RP relationships as i see on the dash all the time lies down

but. for the most part, i really enjoy taking on the role of a character and thinking how they’d respond and just. writing cooperatively with other people

What’s your opinion on blog themes? How do you feel about your own?

i’ve answered this one here! the only difference is that i’ve since tweaked the colors that were bugging me so i’m a bigger fan of my theme than i was before. not to. toot my own horn or anything

[fandom-trash-xl]

Angst One-Shot: Red Like Roses

I decided while I was working on a few other things that I might as well post one of the little one-shots I had written in my lore notes. While I simply love the strangely wholesome vibe of post-ToP Kuriza, I decided to experiment with the angst possibilities of Kuriza earlier in the timeline.

A few TWs, since this does delve into angst: TW// Blood, emetophobia, character death

Timeline Placement(s): Age 762 , Age 764 (The Namek Arc and Trunks Arcs respectively)

AGE 762

After hearing word of the wish-granting Dragon Balls on the planet Namek, adding that planet to his personal collection became Frieza’s top priority. Not only was the location rather backwater and easily free for development, but the magic seemingly present in its core was a major selling point- able to fulfill his wildest fantasies, even as far as evading death itself.

While he was eager to get started on this project right away, a few loose ends needed to be tied. This conquest would surely take a great portion of his time until the Namekians’ magic relics were in his hands and their land was surrendered to his domain, which meant another matter would need to be temporarily redelegated to another’s care- this matter wasn’t an item but, rather, a someone.

The emperor’s son of eight years, Kuriza, was- Frieza unable to find a way to put it more delicately- a fortunate accident. He was the result of an incident he’d rather erase from his mind- a rather stressful evening during which he had quite too much to drink, wine-wise, and, in his drunk mind, the courtesan he initially wanted little to do with (a gift from his father that he never wanted) was suddenly more appetizing than ever… and months later came the resultant bastard. However, he kept the boy long after he dismissed the mother, being his worthy heir, inheriting his mutant genetics and up and coming power level.

As Frieza was making said preparations, Kuriza himself entered the main hall, where his father was pacing, seemingly talking to himself. A glance at the side of his face determined it wasn’t insanity but, instead, communications via scouter.

“Yes, Papa, I know it’s a lot of time to put aside for one planet but I believe this will be a prosperous asset to acquire, even if I do have to step in myself. The payoff outweighs the losses here.” There was a pause, likely time for the reply, as Frieza nodded. “Of course. Also, would Berryblue happen to still be in your jurisdiction on your ship? She is? Yes, for Kuriza, obviously. You’ll send an escort for him now? Much obliged, Papa.”

Just as Frieza clicked off the scouter call, a call of ‘Papa!’, now in reference to him rather than his own father, caught his attention, tracing the source back to the small statured child entering. The burgundy gem on his head pointed up like a chestnut and a navy cape, the bulk of it fluffed up around his shoulders, covered a ruby-colored chestplate of armor.

“Ah, Kuriza. Impeccable timing.”

“I just got done showing Mister Zarbon my Death Beam! I’ve gotten so much better at aiming. Would you like to see, Papa?” The boy already had his finger pre-pointed, eager to show off his trick.

“As much as I’d love to, I’m afraid it is not quite the right time. Besides, there aren’t really any suitable targets for you to hit, now are there?”

“I guess not…” Kuriza sighed a bit disappointed, but quickly perked back up. “By the way, Papa, who were you calling on your scouter? Was it your Papa?”

“Yes, it was. With this next planet I’m buying, I have to step in myself for a few days or so, so I’m trading you over to another ship so someone else can watch you. You remember Miss Berryblue right? She took care of you when you were smaller?”

“Yes~! Mama Berryblue!” While he now knew that the nursemaid was not his actual mother, as much as she played that figure, the title still somewhat stuck.

“Yes, yes, of course. In due time, some of your grandfather’s men will come to escort you to his ship. Miss Berryblue will watch over you and, if he gets the free time, you can show Grandpapa Cold how you’re progressing on your Death Beam. Does that sound good? Can you promise to be a good boy for your Grandpapa while I'm gone?”

“I promise, Papa!”

“And when I come back, I’ll be sure to have a cracked wine glass for you to use for target practice. I can’t wait to see your progress~”

“Really?!” Kuriza’s tail batted giddily.

“Of course, my little chestnut.” Frieza’s tail draped along his son’s shoulders as he knelt down to the boy’s height, planting a small parental peck on the surface of his biogem. “Now, don’t you worry about a thing. Papa will be back~”

It had been about a week since Frieza had left to conquer Namek, leaving his son under King Cold’s watchful eye. Kuriza had gotten rather anxious waiting for his father’s return, but he decided not to let it bother him too much. He had been taught plenty of times that, sometimes, work took longer than expected. The assurance that Papa would be back was what kept him going.

Cold had no formal accommodations for his grandson’s visitation, so the young boy’s bed was temporarily a plush footstool that happened to meet his length and a spare velveteen blanket, sat at the foot of the much grander bed of his grandfather. Of course, when, busy with work, Cold came back to his chambers late, which was often, Kuriza had free reign over the larger mattress- plenty of room for him, as the bedding was built for an eight-foot titan of a man.

Today, in particular, Kuriza had slept in rather late, but Cold had not been back once to move him, as he was still cocooning himself in oversized royal linens. Sluggishly opening his eyes, he fully lurched awake after hearing an uproar of commotion from outside the door. He quickly reclaimed his armor and cape and dressed himself before cautiously slipping out to investigate the ruckus.

The sudden panic was even louder outside, countless crew members in a frenzy over something- he could make out a few words, though most jumbled together. There was mention of something they had recovered from the nearby expanse of space…? Soon, the answer came whisking past him, Kuriza flinching back to the wall to let the clamor pass. A few medics were flocked around the gurney they were frantically wheeling through the hall. The boy couldn’t make out much of the scene, the object on top of the cart covered by a white sheet, slowly tainted by gushes of crimson blood. One part had been carelessly left uncovered- a white arm with a cracked violet gem at the wrist, slightly painted with bloody residue, dangling from the gurney’s side. As if there were any doubt that there was a person under that sheet, there was an almost muffled moan of pain coming from it. There were a few stray mentions of his father’s name, but nothing seemed to click, any connecting sentence frantically talked over.

What was going on?

His first instinct was to go to Berryblue- she likely knew what was happening and was readily available to him. He found her not far down the hallway, having to every so often go flat against the wall to dodge rushing soldiers. The caretaker seemed just as equally flustered, almost scared, seemingly more so when the child drew her attention. “Mama Berryblue?”

“Oh! Lord Kuriza! I didn’t see you there. Is something the matter?”

“I was just wondering what was going on. I just woke up to everyone panicking. What’s happening?! What’s wrong?!” There was a touch of worry in his tone, the aura of concern and frenzy in the air contagious.

“Oh…” Berryblue hesitated, avoiding eye contact. “Well, I’m not quite sure myself. Perhaps in time we’ll get a better grasp of the situation.” In hindsight, she was lying, but Kuriza couldn’t tell.

“Alright… Thank you.” Kuriza sighed but the concern didn’t vanish. He strode off, Berryblue sighing as well, in her case, in relief that she got out of answering such a question. Little did she know, he wasn’t leaving the hall satisfied with the answer, but rather to seek a second opinion.

King Cold, already an irate and stern emperor, had gone the furthest into madness out of all of his men combined. He was practically gritting his teeth as he paced along the observation deck looking over a white-lit operation room, every so often pausing to stubbornly bark at the medics down below from beyond the glass. “If there’s a single scalpel out of place, it’ll be someone’s skull beneath my foot!!”

His angered lecturing was soon cut off by a tugging sensation on the length of his tail, causing him to bare his teeth in further frustration. “What is so important that you have the audacity to-?! When he turned to glare at the source, he found no minion, but rather the worried beady eyes of his grandson, desperate for his attention. His expression softened ever so slightly. “Ah, Kuriza, my boy. Why are you not with your supervisor? Grandpapa’s a bit busy, so I can’t exactly play with you right now-”

Kuriza cut him off. “Grandpapa? I don’t know what’s going on and I’m starting to get a bit scared! Can you tell me what’s happening?”

“Very well then. If you want to know…”

“Berryblue!”

 King Cold’s thundering call could be heard loud and clear, quickly summoning the nursemaid into the room. She was already in a cold sweat from the situation unfolding around; Now her angered king wanted her presence.

“Yes, my king? Of what service can I be…?” She trailed off as, raising from her bow, she took in the state of the scene. Cold was kneeled to a lower, yet still rather high up, level and, lying on his side on the ground in front of his grandfather was Kuriza, trembling significantly and whimpering.

“I broke the kid. Fix him.”

As Berryblue nodded, silently contemplating how the king had managed two children previously, she approached Kuriza’s side, taking his hand to help him upright. “Shh~shh~ It’s alright, my little lord, it’s alright~ Come here…” She purred in maternal softness.

Kuriza clung to her in an instant, the nursemaid trying her best to wrap him in an embrace- a feat made difficult as he had grown taller than her since the last time she needed to do this. The lizard was full of whimpers and squeak-like whining, but no tears, although his eyes were wide open in paralyzing fear. “Mum…” He mumbled miserably and hardly intelligibly. “I wan’ my Papa…”

After shushing the poor child, Berryblue shot a glare at Cold. “My king… What did you tell him?”

The king scoffed. “I’ll have you know I told him the truth and nothing but it.”

“My king, forgive me if this sounds like insubordination, but I think it would have been best if you hadn’t.”

“It’s what he asked for. What else was I supposed to tell him?”

“You’re supposed to treat this delicately, this is his father we’re dealing with. Go easy on him, he’s only eight, he’s sensitive.”

“Sensitive? Hmph. He’s a full eight years old, Frieza was hardly this cowardly at this age.”

“Even so, he-” As Berryblue attempted to make her defense, she noticed that Kuriza had already ducked out of her arms, lying back on the floor in a ball and whimpering even louder. “He’s just going to keep doing this until he tires himself out- then he’ll start again until you give him what he wants.”

“Then, tell him he’ll get what he wants when he gets it. No sooner. Whining won’t speed up the procedure- and if he still insists on it, I don’t want him in my space.”

Berryblue defensively moved over towards Kuriza, who refused to be pulled back to his feet by her offered hand. “What are you suggesting, my king? Upon Lord Frieza’s repair, he’d surely be upset with you if you caused any ill to his son.”

“If he’s just going to keep moping over every little thing that distresses him, then this is no environment for him to be in. Just take him off-ship or something.” Cold rose back to his full extension, turning away as he waved off the pesky caretaker. “Outpost 495 is nearby, off you go.” He returned to glaring through the glass observation window, judging each surgeon’s every move as they worked meticulously and tirelessly on Frieza’s marred form. 

“But… King Cold…” She hesitated.

“You will be paged back as soon as his father is fixed and no sooner.” As Cold grumbled this line, another soldier entered the observation deck, a certain yellow antennaed scientist, who the emperor’s glare instantly turned on. “You. Kikono. You’re idle and expendable.”

Kikono instantly froze. “M-me? Forgive me, King Cold! We believe we have the necessary amount of staff available on the surgery, I wasn’t-” He shuddered, expecting to be struck down.

However, Cold continued. “Escort Berryblue and Lord Kuriza to Outpost 495, if you would. You will not return until you are alerted to do so.”

The scientist swallowed nervously, but accepted nevertheless- following orders was what kept him alive. “Of course, my king.” He bowed and trailed out of the room, slow enough for Berryblue to get the memo and proceed along with him. When they were sure Cold could only see their backs, they exchanged worried glances. Kuriza was still refusing to take her hand but, as much as she didn't want to force him, she had to grab his hand, attempting to ball into himself, and drag him along, the lizard refusing to use his legs either. 

"Come along now, Lord Kuriza." Berryblue softly assured him, not swaying him in any way to get up. He only resignedly gave in to her cautious pull, mumbling tiredly, "But… Papa… Papa's not there, Papa's here…"

"Shh~Shh… It's alright. You just need to take your mind off him for a bit while the doctors work, but don't worry. Soon, your Papa will be as good as new~"

Despite her valid argument, Kuriza was still senselessly whining. "But… But… Papa!!" He wailed, on the verge of bursting into tears, the voice quickly silenced as they left the room.

Meanwhile, down on the surgical floor, while a higher staff count worked to sew shut the most threatening gashes, a few intermittent practitioners took care of the more simpler tasks. With his head half blown off, Frieza only had one eye, which had now been cleaned of debris- ashy rock from Namek crumbling around him and encrusted patches of dried blood. Weakly, the eye blinked, vaguely hearing a scared little voice- though who could tell? The vitals monitor overlapped it and, even so, his one remaining ear was full of blood. Seeing the eye move nearly startled the surgeon working on it, deeming it time to put more anaesthesia in the IV. 

AGE 764

Cold Outpost 495 was known for just about nothing it would seem- after all, it was less of a colony and more of an interim space for wandering trade and travelers refueling, grandpapa King Cold making profit off of the tariffs and other miscellaneous fees. A few pods of the initial inhabitants still resided on the terracotta-like planetoid but, otherwise, the outpost had little to offer that was the least bit noteworthy in ten-year-old Kuriza’s mind, let alone entertaining. That thought had become abundantly clear to him in the near year and a half he had spent here with Berryblue and Kikono. 

Most of his day was the same monotony- training his attacks, studying whatever literature he could acquire from the tradesmen, and waiting on word back from the Force that he could come home. By moonup, it’d usually be the same… nothing to report. He learned to shrug it off- he could handle another day without his Papa. Or another week. Or another month, and another month, and another month… 

However, his two caretakers were starting to get somewhat antsy. Berryblue still clocked in her daily logs as per her duty. With there being nothing to report in her medical genre, save treating the occasional bump or scrape, she mainly kept an eye on the status of business and proceedings on the outpost. After this latest uneventful check-in, Kikono chimed in with his ever common anxious ramblings. 

“You know, Berryblue, it has been quite some time and still nothing from either of our superiors. I’m starting to fear the worst.”

“Starting?” Berryblue sighed, half-incredulously. “You’ve been nothing but worrisome this whole time.”

“I’m just saying what you’re not willing to say. My conjecture is that the procedure failed and King Cold doesn’t want to break it to Young Lord Kuri-”

“Kikono.” The maidservant cut him off sternly.

“I know you don’t want to come to that conclusion, but-”

“No, Kikono, really.” She darted her eyes in an indirect gesture towards Kuriza himself, who had emerged from the humble little cabana they had set up a temporary base in; Kikono quickly shut up. At ten, he stood a bit taller- still small but still taller than his short-statured staff- and his overlarge cape was starting to suit the size of his shoulders better. 

“Oh, hello, you two.” He greeted them through a tiny yawn, his voice understandably tired as night encroached. “Any updates yet?”

Berryblue and Kikono tipped slightly in brief greeting bows, the former speaking up. “Nothing yet, my young lord. Remember what we agreed on- if we get anything, we’ll let you know right away.”

“I know.” Kuriza’s tone towards no news became less dejected over time, at this point seeming unfazed. “Sometimes, things take longer than expected. That’s what Papa tells me, just like how he promised he’d be back. Good night, you two~” With a fatigued little parting smile, he turned in the opposite direction back towards the cabana, not noticing his caretakers letting out synced sighs of relief behind his back. 

Once Kuriza was out of sight, Kikono piped back up again. “...I think we should at least check again for incoming transmissions once more.” He fidgeted with his scouter as he set it back on his face. “Just to be safe.” For once, Berryblue agreed with his overanxious precautions, nodding as Kikono switched on the radio. 

“Hmm, no reports directly from command, but there is something forwarded from the third division- third stellar region.” The scientist barely needed to give Berryblue a split-second curious glance before she suggested that they intercept the signal. They were lucky- and at the same time horrified- that they checked this one. 

“This is Commander Sorbet reporting from division three, reporting to all major Frieza and Cold Force frequencies.” Odd enough, one would usually be beheaded for daring to make a report in such a state of enmasse. “We have received reports of major signal disconnects, particularly in reference to our lordships’ recent conquests to the uncharted Earth. There has been no report back and homing signals have been lost, so we have reason to assume that-” 

Both caretakers fearfully paled at not just the news, but upon seeing the figure reemerging outside, witnessing the dreaded bit of the message from the scouter set on speaker. Halfway dressed down for bed and having likely come to investigate the sudden radioed chatter stood, eyes and mouth agape in a stunned silence… Kuriza.

The message ran on as the three parties simply stared back at each other with their own variants of fear. “...We can presume that young Lord Kuriza will take the reins in the succession of the-” Kikono quickly reached up to silence the scouter as Berryblue slowly approached her ward with maternal concern. 

“Lord Kuriza… Are you going to be-?

“Yes, I’ll be alright, Berryblue.” Kuriza’s answer sounded strangely firm compared to his typical softness. “Things happen. I understand that. I’ll be heading to bed now…” His remarks were punctuated with the tiniest of sneezes. Berryblue was expecting tears or any sort of visibly strong reaction, but he remained calmly composed, turning back into the cabana. Such was the burden of being raised as an emperor- being taught that crying was a form of weakness.

Mass hysteria was abuzz in the avenues of the outpost planet after hearing the news about the emperors’ fall that night. Even though Kuriza still remained in the succession, many were still quick to pop open their corks and celebrate. It was a wonder that the young prince managed to sleep soundly through all of the ruckus. Berryblue and Kikono slept in shifts as usual- the former’s time awake was mainly spent checking on the likely distressed boy… who was still sleeping peacefully.

However, Kikono, awake around sunrise, roused the nursemaid up from her final sleep shift a bit earlier the next morning. His gaze seemed urgent, though that could mean anything with a fretful Kikono. Berryblue glared up at him through narrowed slats, a bit tired and impatient for the scientist’s panic rambling. Luckily, a stuttering Kikono was still able to be quick and to the point. “Sorry to… erm… wake you, ma’am, but his young lord is requesting your presence in his room. He’s still in bed, so-”

Berryblue sighed as she fully awakened and got to her feet. “I understand, Kikono. He needs me right now. I’m the only family he has left after all.”

“But wasn’t that just an arrangement-”

The nurse was already vanishing down the hall. “Once a ‘Mama’, always a ‘Mama’~”

Kuriza was lying on his side, legs curled into his chest, sure enough still nestled into his bed as Kikono reported. His eyes were lowered and his expression read the same state of misery as his soft groaning and trembling. Berryblue quickly ambled over to him as he, seeming drained, reached out his arm towards her. “Mum…” His voice was a fatigued little moan. “-’m sick…”

“Lord Kuriza, it’s okay~ You can just say you’re upset if that’s really how you feel.” As he tried and failed in his fatigue to dissuade the accusation, Berryblue attempted to hush him, gently stroking the surface of his head biogem before pausing startled- it was very cold to the touch, almost a biting cold. She felt his arm to confirm and received the same chilling answer. “Oh… my. Indeed you are feeling a bit under the weather. Your body temperature has dropped down rather icy.” However, she still needed to verify her likely theory. “Does your throat hurt? Your tum-” She corrected herself. “I mean, your stomach?” 

Weakly, Kuriza nodded and Berryblue let out a low sigh, right on the money. “Dammit, just as I thought. Snow flu’s back in season. If we were back at the ship, we could’ve gotten you your yearly shot and avoided this mess.” She took the miscellaneous heap of blankets at the foot of the bed and helped to cocoon them around the trembling lizard. “I’m going to head into town to visit those local apothecaries and see if they can brew you up some medicine again this year. Kikono will get you any extra blankets if you ask.” Her worry making her ramble almost as fast as Kikono, she left the room hesitantly, making her departure out of ample concern.

The apothecaries, strangely gossiping to each other before Berryblue entered, were only too happy to oblige to the request for medicine. “Anything for our young lordship~” They had smiled, in hindsight, rather suspiciously as they passed the nurse a small little jar containing a fluid dose of neon pink medication.

Kuriza took to it with some complaining as he was sat up to drink it down. Within two swallows, he looked disgusted, trying to refuse any more. “Tastes bad-” He managed to whimper through his tired aching throat. 

“Unfortunately, there’s no such thing as a good tasting medicine, dear.” Berryblue sighed, encouraging the young lizard to, as much as he hated it, finish the dosage. She let Kuriza lie back down with his expanding collection of blankets.

She told Kikono to keep an eye on the little prince as she left the room, telling him she was going out for a supply run- for food easy to eat and digest for the flu-plagued Kuriza. However, no sooner than she had stepped outside of the cabana, she was called back inside frantically by the yellow scientist after hearing, distantly, a sickened hiccup followed by retching. 

Berryblue scrambled back to the boy’s room to find him sprawled on his stomach, partially hatching from his blanket cocoon. He faced the floor, where a growing puddle of eye-catching magenta was accumulating, some of the fluid dripping from his lip. He had swallowed the medicine fully, so it wasn’t purposefully spit up due to hate of the medication- his body just seemed to reject it in vomit, the pink mixing with a few touches of cranberry red. As the lizard peered up miserably, his eyes appeared bloodshot.

In a cold sweat, she rushed to his side, quick to comfort him as he let out a strained whimper. “Lord Kuriza, are you alright?!” He nodded slightly, but he didn’t seem sure of his answer, Berryblue gently petting his head gem, which still felt icy cold, in order to soothe him.

It would seem that medicine wasn’t going to be an option here if he would simply spew up his dosage with a touch of blood- every so often he’d spit up some more of the fluid, so Berryblue’s only option right now was to keep him strong as the flu passed its course- warm blankets and proteins that were easy on the stomach. 

However, time passing only seemed to drain him further.

“You’re not the only one who needed me… I thought you understood that.”

Kuriza had finally managed to fall back asleep, albeit in stab-like pain, when this dream surfaced, still trembling under the cold of the snow flu- though it felt like something else was dragging him down as well.

He found himself in a field of pale lavender petals, the sky a mottled dark purple, almost like a storm, and the ceiling wobbled like the surface of water. More vivid fuchsia petals fluttered through the soft breeze, their color seeming to match the blossoming leaves of the grand gray-barked tree that stood nearby. 

By its stump and slowly shedding the remaining webbings of an insect’s chrysalis stood the likely source of the voice that began the vision- a hornless reptilian like him, haloed and white-skinned in the few places that weren’t made of hodgepodge scrap metal; a decent chunk of his skull was patched in navy and his lower half and tail were made of silvery iron. He didn’t face him right away, but soon turned his head with a ruby red side glare, revealing a violet jewel on his intact shoulder and chest. The appearance was unrecognizable, but the voice was a dead ringer for…

Kuriza’s mouth seemed to speak on its own. “Papa?”

The roboticized Frieza sighed. “I-I’m sorry I didn’t come back for you, my little chestnut.” It was rare for his father to stammer like this. “I just couldn’t. I needed to clean up the scraps of that mess on Namek.”

“But you could’ve at least said you were okay! Then I could have helped you-”

“No. You couldn’t.” Frieza growled between his teeth. “Considering I didn’t even hold a torch to that fiend, you… I wouldn’t be able to save…” He didn’t dare finish the thought, clenching his eyes shut as he held a tense fist. “Never mind… Forget it… I’ve been talking for too long already. The faes need to string me back up now.” He sighed, looking down pensively as all tension left his body. 

“Wait!” Kuriza’s voice leaped out of his throat. “Papa, I’m not done! Don’t leave me again!” He rushed ahead to close the gap between him and his father, attempting to plant a hug around his legs. However, as the embrace met Frieza’s thighs, the older Arcosian’s body swiftly dissolved into a fleeting flurry of petals. Kuriza fell forward as the floral floor below turned to goldenrod. He managed to push himself up before letting out a sputtering cough, crimson blood dripping from all across his face, not just from his mouth, tainting the daffodil bed. He lost his balance again, face sinking into the bloody flowers that suffocated the breath out of him.

“Berryblue’s log, reporting. I believe I may have blood on my hands. 

As Lord Kuriza declined more and more, I had my suspicions. I had the equipment to test it, but I worried his blood would be too thin to take a vial- I regret that I could only test him once it was too late. We believe the ‘medication’ that the villagers gave us was the vessel for the poison we found traces of. Only Lord Kuriza stood between them and freedom from the empire’s bootheel, so they likely surmised. If Lord Frieza were still alive, he would have made quick work of this planet, damn if Kikono and I were still on it.

I didn’t know this and I instead let him suffer instead of investigating my theory once he began to vomit blood. I believe I am partially to blame for his murder.”

Kikono approached Berryblue as she proceeded with her log and became concerned at this remark. “Don’t say that, you did the best you could-”

The maidservant ignored him with a firm huff, pensively shutting her eyes. “End. Log.”

The first thing that burst from Kuriza’s mouth upon being informed by the ogres at King Yemma’s check-in desk that he was dead was a demand that he be taken to see his father. 

The confused deities of the Otherworld whispered amongst each other, unsure how to proceed. Such was an odd request of a spirit. Even before he could be sorted properly, he already wanted to descend into the depths in search of Frieza’s isolated circle of Hell. 

Kuriza not being an overly malicious spirit, not worthy of a designated punishment yet not the purest heart, the ogres decided with hesitancy to acquiesce, provided he was supervised. The boy would take any opportunity he could get to look his Papa in the eyes again. 

The lizard went fearfully pale when they escorted him below the lake to Frieza’s sector- sure enough there was a grand blossom tree in the center of a golden field like in his last dream. A chrysalis made of spider web held its prey, strung from the highest branch.

“We’ll bring him down for you in a moment. Just be patient.”

“Be careful.” Kuriza hushedly warned them. “My father doesn’t take kindly to being shoved around.”

“Don’t worry. He can’t exactly kill us here. We made precautions for that~” The ogre watched with the young spirit as the cocoon was lowered to the ground by the inhabitant faes. They cautiously unwrapped the bundle as the world around them turned to violet. Sure enough, Kuriza’s mechanized Papa was the fly caught in the spider web- just as he had looked then. Within seconds of being freed, Frieza shoved the supervisors aside as he accustomed himself to free use of his joints again. As the ogre drew close, Kuriza leerily hiding behind his back, the dead emperor’s glare deepened. 

“What do you want from me this time that you so foolishly freed me of my restraints?”

“Relax, Frieza, sir. You just have a visitor, that’s all.”

“Hmph… Who would ever dream of visiting a person like me in this side of Hades-” 

He trailed off with wide eyes as the ogre stood aside to display a haloed Kuriza who looked up bashfully. “It… It’s really you… Papa?”

Frieza was still stunned in silence, his mind trying to process all of this at once, but he promptly stopped its efforts, clenching his eyes shut with a firm and demanding bark. “String me back up. Please.”

“Huh?!” Kuriza now faced his own confusion, appearing a bit teary eyed. He could finally see his Papa again and he didn’t even want to see him.

“You heard me, ogre. String me back up in my tree. Right now, the fairy serenades seem preferable to this heinous torture- your creativity in cruelty knows no bounds it seems.”

“I’m… torture?” Kuriza very meekly and hardly audibly whimpered.

“It’s just your son, he came to visit you. What makes you think this is part of the torture?”

Frieza sighed as he turned away. “Because I know that there’s no way my son is actually dead.” He spoke no more as he stretched out his arms, as his pretty-winged tormentors swept him back up in the silk, only leaving his head free.

“Wait! No! Papa!” Kuriza seemed to scream as loud as his little lungs would let him before it felt ragged on his throat. He tried to run to intercept the cocoon, but it just barely escaped his grasp, being hung back up as the world returned to blue skies and yellow flowers. Like the dream, he fell face first into the expanse of petals, except this time, instead of blood dripping from his face, it was tears.

He had to be dragged by his tail back to the surface, but he still opted to hover nearby. Out of all of the space of the Otherworld, he chose a shore of Hell to linger by, since it was the one place where he could see his father suspended from his tree through the surface of the ethereal lakewater.