DBZ X-Readers

Frieza x Reader Pt. 25 'King and Queen' (LEMON)

You devoted as much of your time over the next two weeks as you could on studying the current situation on Arcosia.

The news was not good at all.

Aside from the everyday issues like poverty and economics and such (which you took a great deal of notes over), there was the more pressing issue at hand. A revolt was now not only a possibility, but a definite future event--several of the more noble families had all but abandoned their family mansions (posting guards, of course, to keep the riff-raff out), and withdrawn what assets they could immediately take out of the capital. More was on the way out, and needless to say, that was causing more than a little bit of anger. Some of the palace guards had even left (those who weren't minions tended to be the children of minor nobles), and though there wasn't a particularly pressing need to worry about running out of them, it was still a bare-bones kind of thing. Someone with determination could probably make their way through it if they set themselves to it.

After ruminating on the issues as you went over them, you sat down to dinner with Frieza the evening you'd sorted it all out and began to go over what you hoped he'd think were good suggestions.

"Don't you think the topic of hiring new guards is beneath your station?" he asked.

"It's a matter of security, isn't it? I think that makes it worth my notice."

He shrugged. "Go on, then, you seem to have something figured out."

"Well," you went on, "You could add more of your hired forces on as guards, but I'm not sure the people would enjoy that very much. And as that thought was heading through my mind, I was struck by another idea. What about the lowborn Arcosians who have been nothing but loyal to you?"

"They've had every chance to make their applications, if they desired to. They haven't."

"They may still be under the impression that their station in life makes it impossible to even be considered," you countered, "Think of how many opportunities they likely think are closed to them."

"Still..."

"Is it that they're lowborn? Unranked? ...not rich?"

Frieza didn't answer.

"It would be an excellent opportunity to gain some loyalty amongst the people. Replace the noble families and their vassals with those who were neither where you can."

"I was considering it already..." he said, "To be quite honest, my intent was to leave this matter to Cooler. He deals better with this sort of thing."

"I could talk to him about it, if you preferred."

"No." He said quickly, "You tell me and I tell him."

"Alright, I'll do that, then." You paused to drain your glass of water (the wine around here was something you had yet to get used to, it was just too strong). "Your public image is still suffering a bit, so...that's something that might bring it up a little."

"You seem to have it all figured out, don't you?"

"I know you'd prefer a woman to have a brain and actually do something with her rank, rather than misuse it like someone whose name I will not mention."

"Did I tell you that?"

"In words, no." You shook your head, "But I think I know you well enough by now to know that. Those aren't my only ideas, but...I can submit them in writing, if you'd prefer that I do so."

"Do as you wish. Just...don't get any ideas about..."

You paused, blinking. It took you a minute to realize what you really should have a while back. Frieza didn't trust you. You started to protest, but inwardly, a single thought stopped you. He had every reason to distrust everyone else. Especially you. Yes, you'd married him, but the fact still remained that you were among the last of a race whose genocide he was responsible for. You were the one he'd blackmailed into his bed, and trapped into his life by siring your child. It occurred to you that the only reason he might have married you was that he wanted to keep an eye on you, despite your ongoing loyalty.