DBZ X-Readers, Vol. 2

Yandere!Frieza x Reader Pt. 2 'Jack'

  Author's Note: This is turning out to be a more adult kind of thing, so I'm sorry about the second mature rating in a row, but that's just how it's rolling with the character and whatnot. I've also done some messing about with Saiyan and Arcosian biology. If you're wondering how I'm working the lifespan of Arcosians just imagine elves from Elder Scrolls. They're not immortal but it seems like they are to shorter-lived outsiders.

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*Frieza's POV*

I normally wouldn't pay this kind of attention to a monkey.

But the fact of the matter is...I have nothing better to do. Oh, yes, I have my work, of course, but...well, I suppose I could say that I'm bored. Now that Kuriza's fully grown and my last few toys have all died (the curse of coming of such a long-lived race, I suppose, I'm north of 200 at present), I want something new. Maybe this one will do?

I'll have to be sure she's worth my time...

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*Your POV*

"(Y/n), I'd appreciate it if you gave some warning when you're about to walk in from now on," King Vegeta said, "I realize you're used to being able to walk about the palace as you please, but this is not our father's rule anymore, and we're not dealing with him. This is Lord Frieza of the Cold Empire."

"I do know who he is," you replied, going quiet for a minute to eat. "I just didn't know what he looked like until now. So look at it this way, you've lost the battle but won the war."

"Ha, aunt (y/n), you coulda gotten blasted," came the laugh from your nephew, the Prince.

"Nah, kid, that's not going to happen. I like to fight, but I'm not a total idiot."

"He's right. You could have been more than blasted. I can't exactly ensure your safety if--"

"Do I look like I'm worried about that? If he was going to kill me, he would have killed me. I'm not going to go out and insult his mother, but I'm not going to tiptoe around like some kind of--"

"You're not afraid of anything, are you?" your nephew Prince Vegeta asked.

"Nope, kid, I'm sure not. Doesn't do any good being afraid."

"Look...(y/n), for heaven's sake, just be more careful. Don't just run into any meetings I'm having with anyone. Lord Frieza does not react well to interruptions of any kind."

"Fine," you replied, "Give me something to do if you want me to stop interrupting so badly."

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Of course, he'd given it to you in spades.

You had a near-constant stream of planet-clearings to take care of after that, and you sunk yourself even more into the glorious bloodbath that the missions turned into. One success after another started to pile up, and you felt your strength swelling with each victory.

And, of course, there was always a post-battle session with Cress.

Quite frankly he was the only tolerable elite in your squad, you saw him fairly often, he wasn't bad-looking, and he knew exactly what you liked, and that was more than you could say for most other elites you knew. Cress wasn't the first, and you were sure he wouldn't be the last, but you were capable of enjoying him for the short time you'd have him, until he moved on to someone else. The important part was that he was around in January and July...you grinned at the thought. Whereas most races were fertile for a few days every month, saiyans were fertile for a few days twice a year. Birth control was prevalent enough that accidents rarely happened, but despite every attempt to curb the urge, well...

Other races used the term "fucking like rabbits"...until they met saiyans.

It was November, and you were looking forward to it already.

Or at least you were, until, after one of the aforementioned post-battle sessions, Cress struck up another conversation.

"I'm going to miss that, that's for sure."

"What, you found someone else that fast?" You asked, "Come on, no way they're as good as me."

"Of course no one's as good as you," he smirked back, stroking your face, "But here's the thing, I'm being shipped to another squad."

"What? On whose orders?"

"My superior's, apparently he's not so happy with us having our little...trysts...on the job, as it were. Doesn't mean we won't have any time together, though. And don't worry, I'll be sure to make time for you."

"You'd damn well better," you growled, pulling him closer and nipping at his neck, "I'm not about to give up this thing with you right now. What does he expect?"

"Wouldn't want to disturb the natural order, huh? Me either."

You grinned, redressed, and got into your pod. He was right, everything'd be fine. And even if it wasn't, you would figure something out. January would be a hell of a time to be alone...

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At least he wasn't gone too terribly often. His new squad was just as good as yours at their jobs and you were ready whenever he showed up again. So...you began to relax, and were aided in this by a visit to the palace bath house. It was separated from the building by a courtyard and while not too terribly fancy was still a good place to go after any kind of strenuous activity. Although, it was the one place on palace grounds where separation of the genders was strictly enforced...

"Something on your mind, (y/n)?"

You shook your head as you finished washing your hair and looked up to see another of the elites that was a frequent face in your brother's court.

"Eh, nothing much."

"I know what's ailing you, it's kind of gotten around. My suggestion is to pick up someone else...they always go off promising to stick around, and then--"

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I know. It's just, with January coming up...maybe after that, but not right now. I don't want to have to hunt down someone else who's tolerable and knows me. Gods, if I have to settle for Lery..."

"Oh, hell no!" (friendly elite's name) said, laughing, "Any woman in the court would rather gouge her eyes out than be with Lery. I swear to the gods, well-endowed men think that entitles them to be huge pricks."

"I think I'd rather go it alone, even if he was the last option." You sighed, "And besides, I can think of worse things than not having someone ready to go."

"Yeah, you say that, but just wait until you actually don't have someone you can always call when you want a run at it."

"Hey, I enjoy it, but my life doesn't revolve around it."

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*Frieza's POV*

(Y/n)'s continuously done well. They all tend to, but she does it quickly and efficiently and doesn't sit around for six hours congratulating herself on having done such a good job. She's royal, young, wild, and a perfect opportunity just waiting to be snatched up.

It appears that she's seeing some brute named Cress.

She's about to trade up.