DBZ X-Readers

Frieza x Reader Pt. 1 - Busted

Author's Note: I can't believe I'm doing this, but through the magic of writer's block for my other work, here I go. It's my very first X Reader. Because it's my first, I'm going to just use Ambition as a springboard (lol, that story has been the springboard for so much writing for me). This basically goes off the fourth chapter, with two major differences--"you" never transferred over to Cooler's army, and your psuedo-nemesis is Jeice instead of Salza.

Frieza may be slightly OOC.

It goes without saying but I will anyway, the "reader" is female. And saiyan.

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Jeice was at it again.

Every time you tried to have a good training session, he was always interrupting you. Of course he got away with it, he and the rest of the Ginyu Force always got away with things because of their spotless mission records. As long as Ginyu himself cleaned up any messes they made afterwards, no one really dared to try and report them, or even fight back.

But you had.

You'd thought about it after what had to be the twelfth time that he'd run you out of the training room--you were a saiyan, so being beaten would drive your strength up, wouldn't it?

Six times he had beaten you down until the room was spinning, and six times your strength had gone up tremendously. It had developed into a running joke on the station, even, that it was Tuesday--must be time for you to limp down the corridor to the medical bay.

Something was telling you not to today.

You'd ignored it.

The fight had gone as expected--only this time, it'd taken a couple hours for you to be beaten down, and you had, as always, dragged yourself right out the door and down the hall to the medical bay. You were tasting blood, your vision was swimming--but you were grinning like a madwoman.

The sweet hum of the healing tank clicked on....and you were out like a light.

You started coming to after a few hours, and when you got out the doctor was strangely quiet as he handed you the bands you'd been wearing that kept your form mannish. What, you wondered, was his problem?

You tugged on the briefs you always wore before starting to band up your chest, cringing slightly. The bruises always healed, but they always ached for a few days afterwards, and anymore they always seemed to hurt.

The bands on your chest were finished, you were completely covered, and you were attached the body tape for the ones you would use on your curvy hips when you heard a throat being cleared behind you.

You stood nearly paralyzed. Who was it? Another doctor?

Hardly daring to breathe, you turned around and your face drained of color when you saw Frieza sitting there in his hover-chair.

You weren't embarrassed--ample use of the healing tanks and numerous patchings-up by the doctor would leave you inured to being seen in your underwear--it was the fact that your hips were unbanded that scared you the most. They were curvy enough that no man with blood in his veins needed help identifying you as a woman.

You were so busy worrying that you didn't notice his eyes drifting downwards over your figure.

And then he left, without another word.

You went back to your quarters in a hurry, panicking to the Nth degree, clutching at your (h/c) hair. You were so dead. Anyone caught in a lie on this ship tended to turn up dead either immediately or in the near future via some dangerous mission or other.

So. Very. Dead.

And then the computer in your room beeped at you, indicating that there was a message waiting. Gulping briefly, you went to check it.

Lord Frieza wishes to see you in conference room three at your earliest convenience. In other words, right now. I don't know what you did, and I don't want to know. We'll send your effects to your father.

Okay, stay calm, you think to yourself, It'll be quick, at least.

You walked down the corridors trying not to lose it. Walking into the conference room was even worse.

And Frieza was just standing there, looking out the window into space, customary glass of wine in one hand.

"Why did you lie?"

You stammered trying to answer, and went silent, still trying not to completely break down as you walked a few steps closer.

"I will have the answer. I'd prefer not having to beat it out of you, it's far too early in the day for that."

"I...my twin brother got the orders," you said quickly, "...not me. You--you'll recall that he was pretty weak. If...you remember at all, that is, he wasn't very memorable. My father didn't want them to go to waste on such a weakling, so he had me disguise myself as him, and...well, here I am."

"Ruthless, (brother's/name), or whatever your name is," he said, glancing back at you. "That still doesn't excuse that you lied. On your reports, to your other superiors...and most of all, to me. Surely you know what I do to liars?"

"I had become aware of the fact, Lord Frieza. And--and my name is (y/n)."

"(Y/n), then. However, you'll be glad to know that I am in rather a charitable mood today. You should be grateful."

"Thank you." You bowed quickly, and waited for the hammer to drop. He was never in a good mood. This could not go well. No possible positive outcome could come of his being in such a frame of mind.

"But...you should be aware that my...allowing you to continue to lie does not come without a price." He turned, giving you a look you desperately hoped was a result of the wine.

"W-what price?"

"You might be aware of this fact," Frieza went on, "But I have had an heir recently--a son, in fact. I find myself with much more time on my hands now that my father has stopped bothering me on that head. I'm...bored, and I just don't know what to do with myself."

"And...I...?"

"I could use a...sparring partner," he said grinning at you, "A little excitement to round out the day. As inexperienced as you are, I'm still quite sure you'll suffice."

"My lord, I--"

"If the next words out of your mouth are not 'would be delighted' I suggest you not speak at all. I expect you to be in my quarters at, let's say...2200 hours (10:00 PM)?"

Your throat was dry, but there was nothing to say except, "Yes, Lord Frieza."

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Well, there it is. Want me to continue it? Comment or something. I'm open to requests, so if you want, go ahead and ask for an X Reader.