Separated From One Another

Chapter Seventeen: Arms Tonite

A/N: Don't mind me I'm very impulsive so y'all can have another chapter I finished chapters 21 & 22 last night so this is a present

Frieza hated it here, he had been stuck here for months; everyone got on his nerves and there was no way to get away from them. Especially with the near-daily "share circle" one of Frieza's least favorite times of day. The distasteful ogers would choose a random topic and everyone would have to share, at the threat of being hit with the bat.

"So our topic, zis share circle is vone zing zat makes you happy," Goz chirped.

"Und don't lie, ve will know if you do," Mez added with a smile.

Burter quickly raised his hand wanting to go first, "Being with my team."

Frieza could not hold back an eye roll, the rest of the Ginyu Force was more than happy about the answer.

"Awe, Burter," Jiece sniffled, wiping a tear from his eye.

"Okay, Jiece it's your turn next."

Frieza mentally cursed, of course, he was sitting next to Jiece. How he wanted to kill himself right then and there; maybe then this torture would end. Caught up in his suicidal thoughts, he had not heard whatever sappy thing Jiece had said. Now both him and Burter were holding each other and sobbing their eyes out.

"Zat's nice, now it's your turn Frieza," Mez directed.

Channeling his most disinterested voice possible he responded, "Slaughtering peop—"

Frieza jolted as an electric current ran through him, and the circle went silent.

"Ja, ve warned you about zat," Goz explained, "No lying in ze circle."

Heat rushed to Frieza's face; these insolent barbarians were forcing him to respond honestly?! They had upped their game, instead of just the bat, now electrical shock was on the table.

"Well, then I'm not going," He snapped, crossing his arms; another stream of electricity surged through him.

"You have to go," Mez deadpanned, "You're just going to keep getting zapped ozerwise."

Frieza huffed, he did not know what honestly made him happy; your face flashed through his mind. Of sitting with you in the training room, of your soft encouraging words as he worked through your instructions. Of the smile you gave him whenever he succeeded, of the way you clung to him that night when nightmares plagued your sleep.

"...ᵀʳᵃᶦⁿᶦⁿᵍ..." Frieza murmured, dropping his chin to his chest.

"Good enough," Mez relented, "Okay Raditz, it's your turn."

Frieza could not believe that he just admitted that to a circle full of people. He really wanted to go to double hell now, maybe he should take a few people down first. Goz and Mez first of all, their stupid plans of rehabilitation were what caused this humiliation.

Circle time did not end soon enough for Frieza, as soon as they were dismissed he rushed for his tent. Ignoring anyone who tried speaking to him, he glared down at Zarbon when he tried approaching. Frieza was not in the mood, he wanted to seethe alone in his tent for the rest of the day.

Frieza froze in the door to his tent, you were laying on his sleeping bag, sound asleep. Quickly he moved into the tent, zipping it closed behind him, he did not want anyone else to see you. There was not much room for Frieza to hunch down in the tent, carefully he layed down keeping as much room as he could between him and you. Heat rushed to his cheeks as you moved closer to him in your sleep. His heart seemed to be beating far too fast, something must have been wrong with him. He only ever had his heart race like this while fighting—Goku—what was going on.

His internal turmoil reached a climax as you curled closer to him, his tail coiling around your ankle, Frieza did not understand why. Your presence sapped all of the former fury that had been brewing inside of him. For the first time in a while he relaxed, he did not want to admit it but he missed you. He allowed himself to melt against your form, his breathing slowly syncing up with yours. Everything was as it should—

"Lord Frieza?" It was Zarbon again.

Frieza removed himself from your grasp, yanking open the tent door, "Can't you see I'm in the middle of something?!"

Zarbon raised a perfectly manicured brow, his eyes wandering to the inside of the tent. Frieza followed his gaze, your form was no longer there.

"Very well, I will leave you to... your important matters."

Frieza zipped the tent back up, with a hiss, glancing back to his now empty sleeping bag. Part of him wished you were still there.