Dragon Ball: Rise of Nitrate [DBZ/DBS/DBGT X Icejin OC]

[3rd POV]
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The mothership creaked and crumbled under the intense pressure of Lord Frieza's Ki, its inner framework bending into awkward shapes as more soldiers came rushing into the medical chamber to witness the source of such a devastating blow. Imagine their shock when the one causing such issue was none other than Frieza himself.

Standing silently upon the fragments of his healing pod, which had exploded into glass shards and crooked metal panels, the Arcosian glared into the distant walls with a darkening aura that threatened to overcome everyone in the room. His posture remained elegant, but it also carried a wrathful aura that reminded all who stood around him of his incomprehensible power.

The blackened lips on his face, once stretched into an arrogant smile, had long since lowered into a deep, spiteful snarl. It had been a long time since the Emperor was defeated on Namek, and subsequently killed on Earth, but his hatred and need for vengeance had not been severed. If anything, that decade-long torment in Hell resulted in his animosity growing a hundred- No. A thousand fold.

Frieza instinctively clenched both hands into fists, drawing specks of amethyst blood from his scale-like palms. His frown deepened with even more distain. His patterned tail swayed elegantly before hitting against the remnants of the healing pod, destroying it even more. It finally dawned on the nameless soldiers who watched that Frieza, in his usual fashion, was struggling to contain his own emotions.

There was no denying it. This was indeed Lord Frieza in the flesh, the once-powerful and dominating tyrant himself. Sorbet watched him in stunned silence, meanwhile Tagoma and Shisami remained unsure if talking would result in their immediate execution; this man was not a forgiving commander, like Sorbet, but a ruthless dictator who had an eerie desire to choke something.... someone.

Nevertheless, the sight was awe-inspiring:

Frieza shifted his neck with a loud crack before clutching its left side with a paled hand. The Emperor of the Universe gave a quiet sigh of self-appreciation before looking around the chamber with a frown, a deadly implication for whoever caught his ire. The entire room held their breaths until Sorbet took a single, nervous, step forward:

Sorbet: "Wel... Welcome back... Lord F-Frieza!"

Frieza: "..." *scowl* "And you are?"

Sorbet: *awkward* "I am Sorbet. I-I used to be the Staff Officer of the 3rd star system, my liege."

Frieza: "Ah, yes. I seem to remember seeing your face around."

Sorbet: "Well... Presently, I have been controlling your army in your place, Lord Frieza."

Frieza: "You...? Nhahahahaha!"

The unexpected, gravel-like laughter that echoed across the walls earned a few awkward looks from the common soldiery. Even Sorbet and Tagoma couldn't help but wonder if their lord had experienced a touch of madness whilst being trapped in the depths of Hell. Tagoma stared at the Frost Demon with silent disapproval, the conformation of his worries proving to dampen his mood, but somehow managed to keep such troublesome thoughts to himself; he understood what would happen to him should such thoughts be spoken aloud.