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Obsessed!Cooler x CReader Pt. 5 'Midnight Sea'

The anxiety only increased as the weeks began to pass.

The wedding was not to take place for three months, but it just didn't feel like enough time. Sure, you put on a happy face for your family, but inside you were panicking more and more. Dress fittings were happening. Food selections were being run by you now and then. And then there were your little "supervised" visits to the palace.

Supervised, as in, there were servants sent to fetch you to the palace, where one of them would then lead you to wherever it was Cooler had wanted you summoned. And then there would be servants there, too, or guards, or whatever the hell they were. It felt strange considering what had happened not so long ago, but you supposed he wanted to do this properly to avoid any kind of ruined reputation for you.

Today was no different. The servants had been sent and you were walking down a palace corridor when they, walking ahead of you, suddenly stopped.

You started to move with them when they moved aside to let whoever it was pass by, but were stopped when they addressed you.

"So you're the...lucky girl."

You looked up and saw--

"Lord Frieza." You curtseyed. "A pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise," he said, giving his own little polite bow, and before you could even rise properly he took your hand...and kissed it.

All you could think was, Cooler would never let you hear the end of it...

You both rose, and he let your hand go.

"A very quick wedding is underway, I've heard," he said, giving you what you could swear was a slight grin, "I'm sure there was no impropriety that would prompt such a thing, though."

"Of course not." He couldn't possibly know. Cooler was...too guarded, or at least, you guessed he was, to share something like what had happened with his brother. Their rivalry was the stuff of legends; they wouldn't be close enough to talk about basic things, let along something intimate like that.

"Of course not," Frieza repeated. "He barely has the time of day for anyone that doesn't work for him, barely knows how to express himself...I suppose it was foolish of me to assume that he would have enough feeling to know the finer points of biology."

Okay, now the conversation was getting...well, more than a little unsettling. You'd heard Frieza was a little more social than his brother, but you hadn't expected...crude humor.

"Well. It was certainly lovely meeting you. I imagine I'll be seeing you more often after the wedding, if my brother doesn't lock you in a cage first..." He chuckled at that and then walked on past.

When he was around the corner, you breathed a sigh of relief, as did the servants.

"We're terribly sorry," the first one said, "We were told that he was not here. Lord Cooler's not going to be happy about this..."

"Why?" you asked. As if you didn't already know...

"If there's one thing he hates, it's when his brother notices that he has something that he actually wants for a change."

"What, is he afraid of Lord Frieza?"

"In some respects," the second said, as you turned down the next hallway.

They would say no more after that, and you were not at all eager to ask more. They lead you through this hall and into a courtyard's garden. Cooler was sitting on a bench near a few rosebushes, and appeared to be fiddling with one.

You took a deep breath and stepped forward.

"Ah, (y/n)," he said, smiling and looking up, "You are late."

"Our apologies, my Lord," said the first servant, "We...ran into your brother in the halls." As hesitant as he had sounded, you were at first surprised that he'd bring it up so quickly. But then you thought that perhaps he was just trying to get the no doubt unpleasant reaction out of the way.

"Oh?" he asked sharply. "I hope he was not rude...he can barely find the manners to deal with his own soldiers, let alone a proper lady."

"No," you replied, "He was actually fairly polite...to me, anyway. He seemed to have nothing positive to say about you."

Some of the rose's thorns near his fingers fizzled and burned. "Is that so...and what did he have to say about me?"

"That you were unfeeling."

"He is certainly one to talk about feeling..." Cooler shook his head briefly, "The only insult strong enough is to say that with regards to women, he is our father's son. And they're usually rarities. A woman of a race where females are not often born, a woman of even a percentage of his strength. Then there's the ones that make no sense at all." he sniffed contemptuously, "Leggy brunettes, for example."

"He must care a great deal about looks," you said, taking the seat beside him when he motioned to you.

"Of course he does. Why would the--" and here his voice shifted to an almost angry one, "--mighty Lord Frieza want anything less? Any woman on his arm must be not only strong and graceful, but beautiful beyond reason as well. You should have seen the makeup bills of his last toy before she died."

"Perhaps we should change the subject," you said suddenly. This topic wasn't getting anyone anywhere, and the way he went on about his brother like this unsettled you.

"A wonderful idea," he replied, handing you the rose, which was now free of thorns. "For you. I wouldn't want my perfect little (y/n)'s skin to be cut by anything so petty as a thorn."

"Thank you," you replied, blushing slightly. He could be so poetic sometimes. But that didn't change very much...you were still trapped in this arrangement. Who knew what might happen between now and the day of the wedding? What if he did do something like what he'd done in your dressing room before, and you were caught together? As unfeeling as Frieza seemed to think that his brother was...

You were very much aware that Cooler was making a rapid shift.