DBXV - Novus (FriezaXreader)

Chapter Three: Making enemies

Chapter Three: Making enemies

(A/N: Said I was going to try and skim this chapter but it kinda ended up much longer then intended...)

You yawn and stretch in the large bed before rolling over onto your chest, your head nestled against your folded arms in an attempt to block out the irritating sunlight shining through the open window.

Unfortunately attempts to return to your peaceful slumber were halted by the squawking of a large bird that had landed upon the window ledge, you groan and throw a spare pillow in it's direction - the bird dodges your poorly aimed projectile, flapping its wings and squawking once more before flying off.

"Ow- what the heck?!" Comes a startled males voice from the streets below.

With that you growl and sit up, squinting your eyes against the harsh glare of the morning sun whilst swinging your legs over the side of the bed and stretching before standing up, the thin navy blue bed sheet you had been wrapped in falling to the matching carpeted floor in a disheveled pile.

You look to the plastic clock atop the bedside table, it read 06:14 in the morning - much too early for you right now - with an illegible curse you get yourself ready for whatever the day brings before leaving the bedroom to raid Trunks's kitchen.

On your way to find breakfast you pass by Trunks asleep upon a leather couch, looking extremely uncomfortable laying on his back with an arm and leg hanging over the edge and a grey fleecy blanket discarded on the wooden floor.
You briefly consider waking him up before your stomach reminds you, you have more important things to be doing right now...

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"Yuk!" You proclaim recoiling at the contents of a opened jar of something green you had found in the fridge. Placing the offending jar back on it's shelf you continue to rummage around inside. "Ugh, there's gotta be something edible in- ooh ice-cream!"

You sit down at the breakfast table and begin happily eating the (flavour) dessert just as Trunks walks in yawning sleepily.

"Oh, good morning- what did you do?!" He suddenly seemed much more awake as he viewed the perhaps, somewhat messy kitchen.

"Hm?" You look up from your 'breakfast' at the opened cupboards - much of the contents of which were scattered around the room - before shrugging - it wasn't THAT bad - and resuming eating.

"...(y/n) why is there cat food in the microwave?" He groans hopelessly, closing the small door of the appliance.

You stand up, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "Man, you worry too much. I'll clean up later." Of course you have no real intention of cleaning. "Want some breakfast?" You then ask holding out the remains of the sweet snack.

"...Ice-cream isn't breakfast (y/n)." With a sigh he picks up a few cans before shaking his head and smiling - well trying anyway. "Why don't you let me make breakfast... you, uh- go watch TV."

"Thanks but nah, I'm stuffed ~ so we gonna go meet this friend of yours now?" You question, stopping besides the door and leaning against its frame with one hand.

"Yeah- just give me a minuet, uh why don't you go ahead, I'll catch up..."

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After about five minuets of waiting for your companion you grow bored and begin looking through the scrolls stacked in the round room - this time careful not to make a mess - figuring you might discover something beneficial to yourself.
Your attention is soon drawn to one with an ominous dark purple glow sat atop a pedestal. With curiosity you pick up the parchment and unroll it.