DBZ X-Readers, Vol. 2

Yandere!Frieza x Reader Pt. 6 'Did You Think'

It was June, and you'd heard that Frieza was going to be making a visit in a few days to, well, look over things. Your brother was more than a little bit antsy about it, though you weren't sure why he seemed to be more so than usual. Had he done or said something? You'd heard that some planets were taking longer than expected to clear out, but...

Hmph, well, it'd get sorted out one way or another.

You continued to spend more time with Lery. And as disliked as he was, it'd turned out that he was right. Your brother, satisfied with the lineage and rank of your new friend, had given you what could only be called his "blessing" to the match and had eased up the reins on you a bit. Other members at court were whispering about how the two of you were an item, and that you must have done something particularly special to catch his eye, or that you had found out just how endowed he was. Thankfully, Lery himself didn't make too much out of it. Your two egos clashed in battle more and more often and for once, you were finding that it wasn't so bad. He would say something half-insulting, you would take it personally, and you'd beat the utter crap out of each other and go home happy.

He wasn't as bad as you thought he was. Like a lot of things, you were learning not to take him at face value.

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*King Vegeta's POV*

"If those planets aren't cleared soon, there's going to be trouble. I'm sure you understand that tardiness is...unacceptable."

Frieza's voice sounded off and I took a deep (and only marginally calming) breath. "Yes, of course I understand. I've already sent more people out to handle it."

"Good. Because if they aren't..." He seemed to glance away for a moment before saying, "I trust we will not have any interruptions today?"

"Of course not, Lord Frieza." Why had he asked that? What had happened? Had I resolved something only to have him hunt for something else wrong to find?

"(Y/n) is not parading about bursting into places she doesn't belong?"

He seemed almost...amused, saying that, and my mind ran back to its earlier suspicion. Another deep breath, and, hoping to warn him off her, I said, "No, no, I do believe she's settled down a bit. She's been in the company of the son of an elite at court, and it's a private hope of his father that they will, at some point, be wed."

"I had heard as much."

All humor had gone from his tone, and all I could think was, (y/n), what exactly did you do to get his attention? Positive or negative, nothing good could possibly come of it!

Whatever it was, I've done all I can do about it. The conversation went back to normal for a short period and he turned to leave once it was over.

"Will you be staying long?"

But he didn't answer.

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*Your POV*

That night was one of your better ones. After one of your now-customary "insults with a few f-bombs thrown in, duke it out, friends again" cycles, you were more than a little bit tired, and after a quick bath went straight to your chambers.

But it was a good kind of tired, and unlike the last time, you were thinking quite seriously of spending July with him. He was actually far better than you thought he'd ever be.

Your armor was off and you were uncoiling your tail from your waist when someone suddenly grabbed it.

"Who the hell are--" you started, but found a hand quickly pressed over your mouth.

"I leave for a few months, and you replace me that quickly?"

That voice...it was like Frieza's, but...you knew he wasn't that tall...in fact, he was a bit shorter than you. What was--?

"That hurts, you know..." the hand moved down from your mouth.

"It was one month," you protested quickly, "One month!"

The grip on your tail tightened considerably, and you felt your knees buckle. Before you could hit the ground, though, he caught you--and you were stood up again, this time facing him.

...he was...

"Who--what--?!" you backed away, knees still a bit shaky as you looked at him. He was...he was far taller, and in fact at first you'd thought it was his father. But no--no, the color was off. These were his colors.

It was definitely Frieza.

"What? I thought you preferred men like this. I went to a lot of trouble to surprise you, you know..."

You couldn't speak, and found your hand moving up to your scouter (why you hadn't removed it for the fight, you couldn't remember), without even realizing it.

A quick tap, and...

...that wasn't possible...

"You're shaking," he said, smirking down at you.

Now you understood how your brother felt. Knowing Frieza was a threat was one thing, but seeing the seven-figure number there, plain as day was something else entirely.

"I'm..." It wasn't something you felt very often.

"Say it."

"I'm afraid."

"You should be," he said, stepping closer, "Now...let me explain your first mistake..."