DBZ X-Readers

Frieza x Reader Pt. 2 "Warmth" (LEMON)

Sequel to "Busted."

No, I do not have a Frieza problem. I can quit writing about him anytime I want.

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To say you were...anxious...would be an understatement. You had a pretty good idea of what he meant by "sparring partner" but you were trying to hope that you were simply misunderstanding. This could all be explained away. He was probably slightly drunk; lots of men turned into happy drunks after the right kind of alcohol.

Leaving the conference room and heading down to the cafeteria, you tried not to think about it further. Blushing would no doubt result if the subject remained on your mind, and you weren't entirely sure the whole story wouldn't come spilling out if you were asked about it.

So you ate, keeping your eyes on the digital clock on the wall. 1700 hours.

"Hey, I heard you had a narrow escape!"

It was your superior's voice, and it had come from across the table, as he sat down. He was a tall minion with blue horns, and you'd never really learned his name. Why bother when 'sir' did the job as well as anything else?

"Yes, sir, I sure did," you reply, smiling sheepishly. "He...he was in a good mood."

"Lord Frieza was in a good mood? That almost never happens. He must've just destroyed a planet or two, or...hell, who knows. What he wants changes from day to day sometimes. I've seen days where he wants nothing more than to be in a foul mood all day, and when good things keep happening it just makes him more and more upset. Then there are days where he's in a good mood and it throws everyone off, because those are very, very rare."

"Yeah. I think today is the first that I've seen of it." You laugh nervously.

"Just try not to do anything that might upset him again, alright? You're a pretty good soldier, I don't want to lose you because your bow was an inch too high, or something like that."

You just nodded your agreement, and finished your meal in silence after that.

Once full, you headed down to the bar, and downed a few shots, but even that didn't really mellow you out. You felt...well, you felt on edge, as if wondering...why you? What if what you were thinking wasn't even really what he meant?

Maybe he'll forget, you thought sarcastically, Yeah, and maybe a full moon will appear on the station and everyone's planets will be set free, and...

No one spoke to you at the bar--it was virtually empty in fact, which was very odd for a weekend. Then again, it was a shore leave week. As many bodies as possible would be off-station, likely on their home planets, or enjoying each other's company in liberal quantities.

How you wished you were among them.

But time marched on and, now back in your room reading over some planetary reports, you happened to glance over the time in the right-hand corner of the computer screen.

21:48

Alright, try not to panic, you think, getting up and heading out your door, probably he just wanted to scare you. Wouldn't surprise me if he did actually mean sparring partner, and just wanted to screw with your mind a bit. Sadistic bastard.

Entering Frieza's quarters was a different beast entirely even from that early anxiety. He was at the window, looking into space as he had been before. And again, he had a glass of wine.

You paused awkwardly, watching him, and--

The door closed behind you.

"It's good to see that you're capable of being early," he said, looking back at you. "Of course, with your record, it doesn't really surprise me. One does come to have low expectations of your kind after awhile, however."