Frieza's Transformation Novels & Stories

Something frightened. "Come back to me," Araya whispers. "Please. Come back." Lucian's massive body begins to change. The transformation reverses, bones cracking and reshaping. His form shrinks, fur receding, claws retracting. The process is agonizing. Lucian screams as his body tears itself apart and rebuilds into something smaller. Something human. When it's over, a small boy stands before Araya. Naked and shaking and covered in blood that isn't his own.

I didn’t understand what happened to him, but we belonged together. Pushing against his will, using everything I had to force the change. It hurt. I felt his pain. He resisted, but finally, he gave me full control. His body convulsed as his bones rearranged themselves. Fur sprouted across his entire body, muscles tearing and reforming. It was as excruciating as it was when we first transformed. But at last, I saw my reflection mirrored in Regina’s eyes. I was back.

she taunted, her voice dripping with malice. The others focused on Claudine, their concern and panic palpable, as Denzel's grip on Ariella tightened. As they held Claudine's limp form, a sudden, unsettling tremor ran through her body. Her limbs began to contort, her muscles shifting beneath her skin. Kris, Ezrianna, and Ronald exchanged terrified glances, their grips faltering. Claudine's eyes flashed open, her pupils elongating into vertical slits. Her skin itched and rippled, fur bursting forth in a thick, gray coat. The others recoiled, horror-stricken, as Claudine's transformation accelerated.

That was why Scitalis grew murderous and started killing every man and assaulting every woman he saw. Hearing Rachelle say the word reminded Scitalis of how he felt back then. His carefree mood darkened immediately. "You're both going to belong to me soon. I might as well show you what I really look like." Right after he spoke coldly, Scitalis raised his arms. All at once, a grey glow shone out from him as a strange sound alike to rustling bones emitted from within him. The rustling began low, but it grew denser and louder by the second. All that could be seen was Scitalis' body changing accordingly as his legs fused into one, and his waist began to expand.

Frost starts to form around them. A roar tears from Kieran's throat that makes the ground shake and windows in the cars nearby explode. The world around them starts to twist and blur, like reality is melting. The highway, the bodies, the wreckage, the night sky... it all dissolves into swirling mist. Kieran's suit shreds apart as his body transforms violently. Bones crack and pop as they reshape and muscles bulge way beyond human limits. His skin hardens into shimmering scales while massive wings burst from his back.

Yutti paused. “Hmm…” Lucas sighed again. “I saw him transform and bite them. Their transformation process was smooth because they changed instantly. I wanted to see who I could practice it on so I tried it on a friend of mine.” Muna gazed at him, she knew who it was that he was talking about and cut in. “So you turned Fergie?” she wanted to be sure.

Here, underground, where stone pressed close, and steam curled low, the beast receded out of instinct. Scales smoothed. Horns shortened. The lines of his face pulled back into a shape that resembled a human face. Wings folded so tightly they vanished into shadowed blades at his back. Along his torso, molten seams dimmed, settling deep beneath skin that appeared, once more, nearly mortal. The transformation flooded him like a tide withdrawing—power sinking under skin, no longer leaking from fractured seams. Not lesser. Just contained. Chosen containment. She felt it happen.

This made Diana’s frown to deepen. Ounce per painful ounce, change surged around the body of Gelong. What was once his lean body grew into a scaled and feathered serpent’s lithe stature. The innocent face distorted into the fierce contours of a predator. Its brown hair grew and, from the tips, the color changed into a snow-white one like Gelong’s hair. His limbs turned into masculine legs, sporting pairs of razor-like claws. The flapping wings almost blew Diana away, her hands reaching to her belly in instinct.

She heard Daniel call her name, confused, maybe even concerned, but she didn’t stop. She sprinted up the stairs into the guest room, nearly knocking Daniel over as he opened the main door. She slammed the door shut and locked it just in time. Then it happened. Her knees gave out, and her body convulsed. She fell to the floor, eyes glowing fully now. Her limbs stretched unnaturally, bones cracking and reshaping. Her mouth opened but no scream came—just a low growl that turned into a piercing howl muffled into a pillow. Her clothes tore apart as fur erupted from her skin, and within moments, Freya was no longer human.

It was as if time slowed down, allowing every calculated step to unfold with meticulous grace. The tension in the air grew palpable, a suffocating embrace that held the battlefield captive. The transformative process commenced, bodies contorting and reshaping, morphing into magnificent and fearsome beings. Fur sprouted, muscles swelled with raw power, and eyes burned with an otherworldly intensity.