Frieza's P.O.V.

A few days had passed since my intial capture. During this time I've only succeeded in letting rage, frustration, and irritation well up inside of me. I couldn't believe I was in this ridiculous predicament. This was not at all how things were suppose to go; had it not been for that woman I would've killed Goku and all those other pathetic Earthlings, and my revenge would be satisfied! Then I could continue ruling the universe with undying cruelty! Instead, I find myself in a small room in a basement, where the only company I had were the walls around me and the two failures of soldiers I had in the next room over.

"Lord Frieza....are you alright?" Sorbet's voice carried over to my room. I let out a long, heavy sigh, laying on the bed I was provided with. The most I could do was glare at the ceiling, course that didn't resolve anything.

"Alright? I've been taken prisoner by the filthy Saiyans and Earthlings, with my power being held back by this cursed bracelt, preventing any means of escape. So how do you think I am?" I hissed, tail flickering slightly. 

"A-Apologies, Lord Frieza. I understand these circumstances aren't ideal. But, I believe considering everything that's happened, we're actually quite lucky. The Saiyans could've killed us without a second thought, but instead they chose to spare our lives. At least this gives us a chance to leave....somehow." Tagoma explained, trying to lift the mood. His attempt however failed miserably, and I growled, causing them both to yelp.

"I think I prefer to perish over being kept down here. The humiliation of defeat was insufferable as it is, but now we're forced to be locked up like wild animals....something that perhaps could've been avoided had we had a proper army that actually stood a chance." I said, speaking the last part with a snarl. I could hear Sorbet gulp, giving me a slight twinge of pleasure. "I-I apologize for the state of our forces, Lord Frieza. But it's possible our forces still could've made some progress had....uh, had you not...."

"Are you about to blame me for your incompetence?" 

"N-No, t-that's not what I mean! I-I just meant-"

"Hmph, perhaps it is lucky for you that we're in this predicament. Cause if we were to be free right now, I wouldn't hesitate to execute both you and Tagoma for your failures." I stated. That finally caused both the idiots to shut up, and I let out another sigh. I glanced around the room, seeing the tiny cracks on the walls and ceiling. Those had been the result of my failed attempts to punch through them, but even that strength had been locked up due to this bracelet. It's not as if I didn't try to destroy it, but whatever it was made of was incredibly durable, and combined with my already weakened power, it didn't so much as have a dent on it. 

A part of me wondered if death really would have been the better outcome, however recalling the endless chants and songs of those filthy pixies made me cringe. Despite how unpleasant this inprisonment was, returning to Hell would not be ideal either....

I could hear footsteps coming down the hallway, and I sighed, turning away from the electric fencing. It was most likely that Earth woman, Bulma, bringing our meals once again. She always did every day, twice a day, and always made sure her filthy monkey pet, Vegeta, was right by her. The extra protection was not unwarranted, but it was certainly more inconvenient for me. However, as the footsteps got closer, I realized I only heard one pair of footsteps. Bulma wasn't foolish enough to come by herself, was she?

"Hey Frieza."

The voice was all too familiar, and I finally sat up and turned around, seeing Zira look at me from the other side of the cell. Despite giving her a harsh glare, she only gave me a small, friendly smile. 

"I imagine you're hungry?" she asked. I folded my arms across my chest, holding my displeased expression. "What? Don't tell me the Earth woman is suddenly to scared to face me herself? Not that I'd blame her," I felt a small smirk spread across my face, "she'd have every right to be afraid."

"No. I actually volunteered to bring you some dinner. She seemed busy anyway, so I figured I could help out." Zira explained. I rolled my eyes in disgust. "My, how generous of you." I replied, being as sarcastic as I could. The Saiyan went over to the keypad beside my cell, pressed a few buttons, and the electric fence went down. I had tried before to recollect the pin for the fence, but was unfortunately unsuccessful thanks to Vegeta.

Zira calmly stepped inside and set my plate beside the small table they provided me, which still had this morning's untouched breakfast. I'd normally take this chance to bolt out the door as fast as possible, but no doubt the Saiyan would easily stop me before I could even step out of the room. 

"You weren't hungry this morning?" Zira asked, collecting the breakfast plates while glancing at me curiously. "I refuse to be fed as if I was some animal at a zoo. I'd rather starve to death. Besides, I'm sure your filthy Earth garbage is inedible anyway." I stated firmly. Zira frowned, her friendly expression turning to concern. "It's been almost three days now. You need to eat something eventually." she replied, walking out of the room and reactivating the electric fence.

"I don't want or need your food." I repeated. Zira sighed before gathering two more dinner plates, heading to the cell next door. I again laid down on the bed, closing my eyes. Unfortunately, Zira's words haven't been entirely incorrect, as my stomach was indeed craving for some sort of nutrition, but I refused to let my pride be dampened by accepting their food. Surprisingly however, that statement proved better said than done once scent of the meal reached me. 

I opened one eye to peek at the plate, seeing it seemed to be some sort of cooked crustacean. While I refused to admit it, it actually did seem enticing. My stomach gave a low growl, and instinctively licked my lips before giving my head a slight shake. I would not be lured into eating that filth, no matter how my body disagrees with me.

I could hear Zira close up the electric fence nearby, and she placed their empty breakfast plates aside before glancing back at me. To my surprise, her gaze held curiosity, and she tilted her head to the side slightly.

"Um, Frieza? This might be a bit strange, but I was wondering if we could talk for a bit?" she asked, hands behind her back. I narrowed my eyes at her.

"Why? What do you want to know?" I asked in annoyance.

"Nothing in particular, I guess. I just....I've heard so many stories and rumors about you, but I kinda realized I don't really know you. I really just wanna learn more about you." she replied innocently. She held a neutral expression as she leaned against the hallway wall across from me, slowly sliding down until she was sitting on the floor. I raised a brow, sitting up from my bed before responding.

"I'm the emperor of this universe, one who should be feared by all. Just what more do you need to know?" I asked. "Well, I'd like to know more about who you are, not what you are. If that makes sense?" she replied. It didn't make sense. Nothing about this woman made sense. I finally stood up, tail swaying behind me as I came closer to the electric fence. 

"And just who are you, anyway? Not once had I heard of a Saiyan like that. You didn't even seem acquainted by Goku and his friends when I faced them on Namek. So just who do you think you are?" I demanded. This Saiyan was an enigma to me, and I hated it. She seemed to appear out of nowhere and ruin everything I had planned. "I'm no one special, I assure you. I'm just a Saiyan from Planet Vegeta. I'm nothing like Goku or Vegeta." Zira insisted. Her words seemed genuine, but I found that hard to believe.

"I don't think you understand that no normal Saiyan would be nearly as powerful as you are. You seem to even be in a different league than those other two filthy monkeys. Just how did you obtain such power anyway?" I asked. Zira blinked, seeing somewhat surprised by that question, before looking down at the ground. Her eyes suddenly became very dark, almost holding a twisted look of despair. It honestly caught me off guard. I thought for a moment she wasn't going to respond, but eventually she did lift her head to look at me.

"That....that's kinda a long story. One that isn't very pleasant...." she admitted, clutching onto the necklace around her neck. There was an uncomfortable moment of silence, and somehow neither of us could look each other in the eye. I was fully prepared to ask many more questions, but suddenly found myself dreading to, not wanting to cause another reaction like before. Thankfully, she was the one that spoke up this time.

"But, anyway, my power still doesn't make me special....not like you."

Those words made me perk up, looking at her surprised. She gave me a small smile as she continued. "Despite where your morals might lie, I won't deny your an incredible warrior. Your fighting skills are exceptional, and your power is nothing to laugh it. You even managed to be a challenge against Goku's new form. That itself is quite an accomplishment." she stated. A part of me wondered if she was simply trying to mock me, but her words sounded to genuine for that to be the case. A part of me wanted to give some snarky remark about how "and yet, I wasn't strong enough to beat a filthy monkey like you" but to my surprise, I decided to hold my tongue. I gave a different reply instead.

"Yes, well, you should expect nothing less from Lord Frieza. And I promise, had things been different, I would've overpowered both you and Goku." I stated. Zira nodded. "I wouldn't be surprised if you did." she replied. While her praise was somewhat frustrating, a small part of me also couldn't help but appreciate that she didn't look down on me, especially after our last battle. Even so, I had no idea how to respond to her kind words, and I growled, turning away from her.

"I grow tired of talking. I demand you leave me be." I stated. I glanced over my shoulder to see her frown a little, before nodding.

"I understand," she picked up the breakfast plates beside her before standing up and looking to me, "I do hope you eat though. It's special crab that I cooked myself." she replied. She finally gave me a small smile, her eyes filled with nothing but kindness. 

"Goodnight Frieza."

I blinked, feeling a strange rush of heat fill my cheeks as she walked away, her long hair flowing gently behind her. I watched as she walked down the hallway, eventually disappearing from sight. I placed a hand on my cheek, wondering what the hell I just felt. Something about the way she looked at me....it disgusted me to realize I didn't dislike it.

My stomach once again growled, and my gaze returned to the plate on the table. I hesitated to approach it, still wanting to keep my pride intact. However recalling how Zira had made it herself, somehow that encouraged me to give in and take a bit of this 'crab'. I perked up upon realizing how the flavor melted in my mouth, and I gave a small, content sigh. 

Being kept prisoner here was more than just insufferable, that wouldn't change. However, I suppose somehow....I'll adapt.