DBZ X-Readers

Frieza x Reader Pt. 18 'Peering Eyes'

You sat with wide eyes, ignorant of the chatter of the others around you. He'd told you that he planned on challenging his father, but to see it actually happening...

Onscreen you watched as the shaky camera shifted. "It...it's actually happening here..." Mier whispered.

King Cold was the first to speak.

"I knew that woman would be the death of you, my boy."

"That woman," Frieza sneered, "Is the mother of my son."

"The mother of a bastard. I have no problems with bastards, I have plenty of them myself, but when you give such a woman rank, when you elevate her like you have--very undignified, wouldn't you say?"

"Wasn't my mother a--?"

"That," came the iron reply, "Is different. Your mother was one of our kind, and had you chosen to dally with another I would have no issues with whatever you wanted to do. But you chose a woman outside of our kind, despite my warnings. Despite what I've told you from the beginning, that you're free to marry whomever you please as long as they're--"

"I'm done talking, father."

The camera started shaking, Mier made a brief comment on love and war, and the view focused briefly on Frieza's right hand, where a ki beam was beginning to glow.

King Cold stood to his full height, expression suddenly gone, and removed his cape.

The camera started moving quickly, but from what they could all tell, Frieza charged first with the ki beam. There was an impossibly fast flurry of punches and kicks.

"Bet Cold wins," said one of the fighters next to you.

"You're on," said another, "No way Frieza's winning this one."

"I think Frieza'll win," you added, eyes glued to the screen.

"Do you? What're you willing to bet?"

"If he loses, I'll throw my next match to you," you said, "How about that?"

"And if he wins?"

"You give me half your earnings for your next."

"Deal."

"Will you two shut up, you're missing the fight!"

You looked back then. The fighting had continued and various nobles were running for cover. One pillar had been cracked from top to bottom, and the fountain near the entrance of the room had been broken and was now spewing water incessantly fast.

"Is this really the hill you want to die on?" Cold screamed, growling and swinging an enormous fist at his son's head, a blow which missed entirely.

Silence.

"THINK for just one damn minute about what you're doing! You were brought up to be better than this!" He took a deep breath and swung again, only to have his fist caught.

The camera was shaking now. Mier had long since given up any kind of commentary but seemed determined to get all the footage he could.

"I was brought up," Frieza said, floating up so that he was at his father's eye level, "In a miserable palace surrounded by people whose only concern was to turn me into another you."

"I taught you--"

"You taught me NOTHING! What I learned I learned from tutors, from servants. Did you ever once come to see how I was doing? Did you ever once show any kind of concern? Ever correct mother for never spending any time with me? Do ANYTHING that any commoner on the street does for his children every day of the week? No! NO! You cared more for your mistresses and your throne than you cared for your own flesh and blood!"

"You are speaking to a KING, boy, you had better remember that." Cold took a step back and seemed to take a moment to power up--what worried you was that Frieza was letting him do it.

"You know, father, we have had bloodthirsty kings, and we have had daft kings...but I think you are the first daft, bloodthirsty king we've ever had. This situation is all your doing. Your antiquated policy. Your hubris."

The fighting went on. Every blast, every punch, every strike of any kind seemed to weigh on King Cold, and gradually, despite the excessive amount of zooming and focus issues, you began to notice a change. Cold was breathing heavily, was slowing down, and you were quite sure that his height had something to do with his disadvantage. He was an excellent fighter, there was no doubt about that, but he was nearly always stooping or bending somehow to aim any strikes at Frieza, and as a result his son was able to dodge nearly all of them.

Frieza didn't seem tired at all, but once the one-hour mark was reached, changed his strategy. Every move was made with intent, every ki beam was aimed carefully, and it was quite clear that he was done playing this game. You could almost swear that he had been trying to give his father a chance, but...you mentally scolded yourself. Someone like Frieza didn't give second chances.

"Are you really going to do this?" Cold asked after receiving a ki blast through the shoulder, "Topple an empire because you couldn't have your favorite toy?"

"You raised me to take what I wanted without hesitation," Frieza replied evenly, and pointing at his father, "And I am doing just that."

The red beam went clear through Cold's chest and blood began to pour out of the exit wound in red streams, and from the front in smaller rivulets. He coughed, and started to gasp for air.

"Oh, do stop being melodramatic, father. I missed everything important...with that shot."

A second red beam struck, a little farther left, and Cold was struck into silent, horrific pain. No one dumb enough to still be in the room was going anywhere near him, and were watching him with terror of their own.

And then, suddenly, he was gone. His body twitched as his spirit departed, and was left clutching the wounds in its chest.

"You."

Frieza turned towards the camera, towards Mier, and you felt a sudden jolt of your own. For the briefest moment, though he couldn't know it, your eyes had met.

"You, with the camera. I know you're there. Come here."

Mier seemed to step out from behind the pillar. "M-me, Lord Frieza?"

"Yes, you. Oh--stop shaking, I'm not going to kill you, you daft fool! Keep that thing on me, I have something to say."

"Y-yes my Lord!"

Once more, Frieza looked into the camera, and you felt an odd tingle as once more his eyes accidentally met yours.

"I won't name any names, but I will say this. You know who you are." He said. "I'll be coming for you once I find out where he's sent you, which I do not expect to take long. I don't want you trying to get here and getting attacked by some remnants of father's forces. Take care of yourself, take care of my son, and wait."

He'd done it.

He'd actually gone and done it. And he was coming back for you.

"So he did all this over some girl he loved?"

"It's like a novel or something," said another fighter.

"Whoever that girl is...she's lucky. She's very lucky," said the one you'd made the bet with. "Guess I owe you half my next pay, huh (y/n)?"

"Yeah," you said, nodding briefly.

Love...he didn't love you. And now he had...

Something in you was afraid, but at the same time relieved. There would be no more worrying about Cold.