DBZ X-Readers, Vol. 2

Yandere!Frieza x Reader Pt. 8 'Leash'

*King Vegeta's POV*

"(Y/n)...tell me what happened. From the beginning."

She clutched her tail and took a deep breath. "It start when...when Frieza showed up in the women's baths..."

"...in January?" I asked. It would make sense, in that case. Why she hadn't looked for anyone after the first week of that month...she already had someone.

(Y/n) nodded. "I couldn't help myself. He was..." She turned a bit red. "And I thought, he'll lose interest fast. There's got to be a ton of other women he's got in mind."

"Except when you start spending time around Lery, he took offense to it?" It wasn't that hard to figure out.

"It's been ages...I thought he HAD lost interest. I mean, it was just a fling. The damn fool just couldn't accept that."

"And how did...when did he...?"

"He was waiting for me in here," she said. "And yes...he took offense to it. Very much so." She was holding her arm oddly, and while it looked normal it seemed painful to her.

"Look, (y/n)..." I said, looking down at the tail and cringing at the sight. "I could have told you that this was a bad idea, but...you're young. You didn't know, and foolishly I thought you did. Never get involved with someone more powerful than you. It rarely, if ever, goes well for the lesser one. Try not to worry...this isn't going to be an issue for very much longer."

"What are you saying?" she asked.

"I'm saying that we won't have to worry about Frieza for very long. Just hold on. Everything will be fine. Alright? I'll send you off to do something and you can make it look like it was someone on the mission that got your tail...in the shape it's in now. We've got doctors who can help you get it back...no need to worry. Alright?"

(Y/n) took a deep breath. "Alright. I can hide it not being here...for now. Thanks for coming in here and listening to me."

"I'm still your brother, no matter the rank." Then she did something she hadn't done in years.

She hugged me.

I left, only to be confronted by an elite before I'd even gotten all the way down the hall.

"Excuse me, your highness, but Lord Frieza wishes to see you in the throne room."

"I thought he'd left...ugh, fine." I headed there, fists already clenching. Seducing and trapping my sister like that. Removing her tail like that, and abusing her...annexing the planet is one thing, but this is quite another.

When I entered the throne room it took everything I had not to charge him then and there on sight of that self-satisfied little deviant's smirk, but I managed it. You don't get to be King by losing your head at every slight. "I was told you had something to discuss with me."

"I've heard certain rumors," Frieza said in a disinterested tone, "About some of your elites, I mean."

"You would bother yourself with following rumors?"

"Most I would. I care very little for what you monkies do in your personal lives, but...when it comes to treason, I treat it more seriously."

"Which were stupid enough to try?"

"Far too many for my taste, and far too few for me to believe that I found all of them out." He stood and approached. "Listen and listen well. I expect cooperation from you filthy monkies and I expect to be able to trust that you won't plot against me."

"I have no intention of plotting--"

He floated up and grabbed the amulet around my neck, pulling me closer. "You insufferable simian...I have no guarantees. Your words mean nothing to me if you have nothing to back them up with."

"What can I do, then?" Oh, no. I certainly wasn't going to let him see that his intimidation on me was working. I'm keeping my cool here.

Surprisingly, he floated back down and walked a few steps away. "Perhaps if you were to...hand someone precious to you over to me, I would be able to trust you."

No. No. He wasn't going to--

"You have two choices in this regard, then." He half-turned back and looked at me again. "Either your sister, or your son."

"What?"

"It's not as if I would treat either of them badly, you know," Frieza said, softening his tone considerably. "I am not a monster, no matter what you monkeys think."

My throat was dry, but I was sweating bullets. A request like this was...

"Which will it be?"

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*Your POV*

King Vegeta had laid the situation out to you and explained everything that Frieza had said.

You, or your nephew.

The very idea that Frieza would have control over that little man was completely out of the question--you would never admit it to anyone, but you loved him as much as if he was your own child. He deserved better than being a hostage. You thought about your missing tail, and your brother's sure rebellion in the works. And then you made a decision.

You told your brother that you would go. If it meant that you could buy him more time, and get the saiyans out from Frieza's clutches, you could make the sacrifice. And besides, you'd probably be able to help--perhaps get information on weaknesses, or something of that nature.

Maybe you were just fooling yourself. As you stepped into the guest quarters on Frieza's ship, you felt distinctly alone. Sleep did not come easily that night, to say the least.

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You woke up in the infirmary, though what time it was was an immediate mystery. Bleary-eyed, you sat up, shaking your head.

"What happened?" you asked.

The reptilian doctor said nothing, but then you saw Frieza step forward from behind him. "You had an unfortunate problem that I am helping you with." He smirked at you, and placed his hand on the side of your face, forcing you to then look at him.

"What problem?!" you asked.

He moved his hand up a bit, to a spot just behind your ear--right after motioning to the doctor to leave, of course. "I want you to touch this spot behind your ear," he said.

You reached up to the area he told you to, and sat stone-still when you felt metal. "What is that?"

"A little experiment, my dear," he said, stroking your face, "I'd like to see you rebel when you have no power to do it with."

"WHAT?!"

His hand moved to your throat. "It's a wondrous device, you see. One I used to use when I had trouble controlling my own power. Except this one...this one is different."

"What did you do to me?" Your fists were shaking, but your anger seemed only to amuse him more.

"There will be no resistance," he said, "There will be no attacking me."

"Tell me what it is," you demanded through clenched teeth.

"Let us say that your power level is...controlled. Yes, controlled, that's a good word for it, I believe." the stroking of your jawline continued, as did he, "You are well able to handle, say, one of the incompetent minions I have on this ship, but nothing more than that."

"And if I yank it out?"

"That would be very hazardous to your health. I don't think it's practical to remove something like this little thing. It might do anything. Like, say, release an amount of poison fatal to even saiyans, should you make any attempt to dislodge it."

"Why are you--"

"As I told your brother once, (y/n)," he said, leaning close and letting his breath drift across your ear, "Someone has to teach you some manners."