DBZ X-Readers

Frieza x Reader Pt. 4 'Shower Gossip'

It had been six months.

At first, no one had really caught on. The bruising was subtle enough, and mostly covered by the underarmour suit and your hair. But then one evening one of the other female soldiers, a new friend of yours, had joined you in the women's communal showers, started asking questions...and that was when the talk REALLY started.

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"Hey there, (y/n)...looks like someone did a number on you, huh?"

"Yeah, what of it?"

"So spill the beans, what's his name? Who is he? You're pretty new here and haven't been to the bar a lot, you haven't picked anyone up..."

"So?"

"So who is he?"

"You'd never believe me if I told you."

"It's your superior, isn't it?"

"Well, yes and no."

"Fine, don't tell me. But if I guess correctly, will you tell me I'm right?"

"Sure," you say with a laugh, "But you'll never guess it right."

"Is he your immediate superior?"

"Nope." You lathered up your hair as the water finally got to the right temperature.

"Is he another saiyan?"

"Nope!" You laughed. She'd never guess.

"One of the Ginyu Force?"

"Come on now, don't cheat," you said, "One name at a time, you can't just eliminate whole groups like that."

"Fine, fine. But do answer that question, at least."

"No, it's none of the Ginyu Force."

"Hmmm...."

"I told you, you'd never guess..." You were done showering a few minutes later as she thought, but as you both sat down to dry your hair, she finally spoke again.

"Zarbon?"

"Oh, good lord no, he's far too much of a pretty-boy, I don't like that type. Besides, he's got a girlfriend."

"Hmm..."

"Time's up," you say, as you dry off your tail as well, laughing once more as (friend's name) huffed.

"Oh, come on, (y/n)!"

"I'll give you three more guesses before I leave." You were pulling on the underarmour suit as you talked, and grinning at having stumped her so.

"Uhm..." (F/n) looked confused briefly, before taking a wild shot. "Appule?"

"No."

"Raspberry?"

"No."

"...Papaya?"

"Nope!" You gave one final chuckle as you got up, now fully dressed and with your armor on.

As you headed for the door, (friend's name) started spewing more and more names, and you simply kept responding in the negative, as each one was wrong. It was hilarious, how she thought she could just get to the right name that way...

"Oh, the hell with it, I give up! Frieza?"

You didn't respond, as you were in the doorway, but as the door closed behind you, you heard a gasp...

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After that, it seemed like everyone knew. You found yourself deflecting questions left and right on the...issue...and had several of your friends asked what it was actually like, what he was like...

You tried to be vague, but that really only made it worse. The other saiyans on the station were either outraged and shunning you completely, or not giving a single care and teasing you constantly about it.

Not that it bothered you. Much, anyway. And Frieza, well, he found the entire thing...satisfactory. Everyone knew that you were...seeing him...and as a result, men were backing the hell away from you if you so much as looked at them sideways. They had no desire to die, after all.

You did get tired of it after a while, though, and after applying for a week's shore leave, you headed back in a pod to Planet Vegeta. Maybe some time at home would help.

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The street was the same.

Unkept.

It was funny to think how far you'd come since then. You were from a third-class family, hardly worth looking at twice, and your home reflected that. It was barely together, but it did the job. Icy in winter and sweltering in summer, with water that ran hot or cold as it pleased and, well, the best word for it comparable to what you were now used to, was "primitive."

Not anymore. I'll remember I came from here, but...I don't want to go back. I am never going back to being like this.

You knocked on the door and heard your father, (father's name), bark, "Enter!"

You did, letting out a breath you didn't realize that you'd been holding.

He was sitting in the same place he always did, right in that same chair at the head of the table in the kitchen.

And in a flash, he took the chair you'd always sat in and threw it directly at you.