Should l Make Nappa and Vegeta Gay for each other.
500ps and l won't.
And if we didn't hit that..... I am not joking 😃
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Frieza materialized on the floating black lookout, the platform hovering high above the clouds in a realm of perpetual twilight.
Unlike Kami's pristine white temple, this place was carved from obsidian and midnight marble, every surface absorbing light rather than reflecting it.
The air was cool, heavy with the scent of old stone and faint incense. The edges of the lookout dropped away into endless darkness, the planet far below hidden behind swirling black mists.
He stepped forward, boots clicking softly on the polished floor, wine-red suit stark against the monochrome surroundings. After a few paces he spotted the attendant — a small, white figure standing near the central structure, dressed in a simple black robe, round head gleaming like polished ivory.
Frieza approached without hesitation.
The being looked up, large eyes calm and unreadable.
Frieza stopped a few feet away.
"Are you the guardian of this place?"
The attendant nodded once.
"Yes. I am the protector of this sanctuary. My name is Yoyo."
Frieza's eyebrow arched slightly — the name was so absurdly simplistic it almost felt like a joke made on the spot.
"Yoyo," he repeated, voice dry.
Yoyo didn't react to the tone.
"What brings you here, warrior?"
Frieza tilted his head, studying the small figure.
"I'm looking for the Room of Spirit and Time."
Yoyo's expression didn't change.
"If you are seeking the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, I cannot allow entry."
Frieza's smile was small, cold, and dangerous.
"Is that so?"
Yoyo nodded again — slow, deliberate.
"The chamber is not for everyone. It is reserved for those who have proven themselves worthy. Even then, the door opens only under specific conditions."
Frieza took one step closer — his aura flickering faintly, blood-red with black veins, just enough to make the air around them feel heavier.
"And who decides worthiness?"
Yoyo met his gaze without flinching.
"The chamber itself. And myself also."
Frieza's smile widened — slow, predatory.
"Then perhaps you should reconsider."
Yoyo remained still.
"The rules are absolute. You may not enter."
Frieza chuckled — low, amused.
"Rules," he said, voice low and smooth, "are meant to be broken."
Yoyo's expression didn't change.
Frieza's smile was small — cold — and utterly without humor.
"Then allow me to demonstrate."
He raised one hand — palm open.
A sphere of purple-black energy coalesced in his grasp — not the full, apocalyptic hakai of Beerus, but a precise, concentrated orb of destruction energy.
The orb of destruction is the palm of Frieza hand was a proof that rules are meant to be broken. A Mortal shouldn't be capable of destroying everything in his path.
Yet Frieza was capable of that. He had basically spit on the face of the divine law.
Frieza knew — deep in his bones — that in a year or two, with the time chamber and the knowledge he had already stolen from Roshi, he would grasp the true essence of destruction. Not just imitate it. Master it.
For now, this would suffice.
Yoyo's eyes widened — just a fraction.
Frieza's voice dropped to a whisper.
"Goodbye, Yoyo."
He thrust his hand forward.
The sphere struck Yoyo square in the chest.
There was no explosion.
No flash.
Just… erasure.
The guardian's body unraveled in silent violet light — flesh, robe, existence itself dissolving into nothing. No scream. No ashes. Only a faint ripple in the air where he had stood moments before.
The lookout fell utterly silent.
Frieza lowered his hand.
He turned to the massive sealed gate of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.
It towered before him — ancient, imposing, radiating a faint hum of contained power.
Frieza placed one palm against the cold stone.
The gate rumbled.
Then — slowly — it began to open.
As if acknowledging the fact that if he didn't open himself Frieza would open it manually.
Heavy stone grinding against stone, revealing the pitch-black void beyond.
Frieza stepped forward — wine-red suit stark against the darkness.
He paused at the threshold.
One last glance back at the empty spot where Yoyo had been.
Then he walked inside.
The gate closed behind him with a final, resonant boom.
Inside, time itself waited.
6 9 day outside.
Ten years inside.
Frieza smiled — small, private, dangerous.
The countdown had begun.
And when he emerged…
The universe would never be the same.
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Frieza stood at the threshold of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, the black void beyond the open gate staring back at him like an open maw.
The darkness wasn't empty. It felt alive — patient, ancient, almost breathing.
Frieza stared into the Abyss and.......The abyss stared back.
He smiled — small, sharp, the kind of smile that promised violence to whatever waited inside.
He stepped forward.
The gate sealed behind him with a low, resonant boom that echoed into nothingness.
Inside, time warped immediately. Gravity multiplied. Air thickened. Every breath felt like inhaling lead.
Frieza didn't flinch.
He raised one hand — fingers splaying — and began to cast Magic.
First spell: Gravity Increaser.
A deep violet glyph flared around his body, then sank into his skin.
The chamber's already crushing gravity doubled, then tripled, then kept climbing — relentless, merciless.
His muscles strained, bones creaked, flesh began to tear at the seams as the spell amplified the pressure further.
His body started unraveling under the strain — skin splitting in fine red lines, blood beading, then evaporating in the heat of his own aura.
It would continue for the entire duration.
A constant, grinding destruction he would force himself to endure. Meaning if he adapt to the gravity then it will instantly double. And this would keep happening.
Second spell: Pain Nullification.
A pale silver sigil bloomed over his heart, then spread outward like frost across glass. His pain receptors severed — cleanly, completely. The tearing agony in his flesh, the crushing weight on his lungs, the burning in his joints — all gone. Not dulled. Erased. He could feel the damage happening, see the blood, sense the ruin, but feel none of it.
His smile never wavered.
Third spell: Trickster of All Reality
A deep crimson glyph ignited in his palm. He exhaled — and the darkness in front of him rippled.
Beerus appeared.
Not a hallucination. Not a shadow. A perfect, living illusion — so real it tricked the world itself. Purple fur, smug grin, tail flicking lazily, arms crossed, eyes gleaming with that infuriating boredom.
The illusion spoke — voice identical, mocking.
"Well, well… look who crawled in here to play pretend."
Frieza's aura detonated — blood-red with black veins, rage exploding outward like a supernova contained in skin. The chamber trembled. Cracks spiderwebbed across the floor. The illusion's grin only widened.
Fourth spell: Accelerated Regeneration.
A golden-green rune flared across his chest. Energy surged — his own infinite ki amplified tenfold.
Torn Limbs knit in under 0.001 seconds.
Severed muscle reattached. Bones realigned. Blood vessels sealed.
Limbs that should have taken minutes to regrow snapped back into place almost instantly.
The spell didn't just heal — it doubled the rate of his natural regeneration, turning near-instantaneous recovery into true, obscene immortality.
And with the ability to heal his soul also. Frieza truly achieved immortality. But he wouldn't let that get to his head....he knew better then that.
He flexed his fingers.
The illusion of Beerus laughed — low, cruel.
Frieza's eye narrowed.
He stepped forward.
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Author note.
{Some will be confused and angry since this probably is isn't what you were expecting. Magic hasn't been explored much in DBZ and l know some die hard fan will complain that this isn't even Dragonball anymore but l would like to just say this..... Magic have so much potential and now that Frieza possessed all the spells in universe 7 it would just be dumb to not use them. I promise you l won't use them much but they are necessary for training.}