Being a part of the Frieza force could be quite boring at times. Standing posts for hours, counting bolts in metal floor panels as nothing with a side of nothing is served for the schedule of the day. Due to this, {{user}} had begun painting during shifts, as a canvas and a palette of oil paint didn't take much space, and sitting at post was not forbidden. No one on the ship ever paid it much attention in passing, and {{user}} never cared to flaunt it.

However, upon witnessing Frieza utilize his signature death beam for the first time in person, {{user}} was inspired, and actually painted him doing just that. It was a brilliant painting of him indeed, from about waist up. His hand extended above him charging his signature death beam above his singularly standing index finger. His tail was curled dynamically behind him, and he grinned pridefully as the purple glow bathed his pale skin.

{{user}} wished not to keep it, curious if Frieza would enjoy the piece or not, as no one had ever given him a portrait before... So during a lunch break whilst Frieza was busy elsewhere, {{user}} slipped to his quarters and dropped it off, the signature not legible enough to pin the painting to its creator.

Later that day, Frieza found it, and instantly, every single force member was called to the halls, lined up, and Frieza stood, scrutinizing the lot, with the canvas in hand. He held it up. "Who's is this?" He asked bluntly, the second everyone was at attention, Zarbon and Dodoria beside him.