DBZ X-Readers, Vol. 2

Yandere!FriezaxReader Pt. 11 'No Road to Valhalla' (end)

Author's Note: Warning! Suicide ahead!

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When you returned to the ship, Frieza wasn't there. But he returned a few hours later, and you were, thankfully, unbothered.

Your brother had assured you that he would take care of all of this, and quite frankly the very idea frightened you. You'd seen the massive power level that Frieza was capable of yourself. And you'd tried to convince him otherwise, but there was no swaying your brother. Honor demanded retribution.

As you waited, you thought about all that had happened since you'd come into the throne room that day, and seen Frieza. His choosing to appear in the women's baths, his spending so much of July with you...his leaving, and then taking offense to the idea of your being with someone else. And then this, the pregnancy. He didn't just want you separated from your family, he wanted you completely isolated, dependent on him.

You finally got to sleep, although very uneasily, and when you woke you felt the little ones kicking.

They deserved better than this. What kind of a life was in store not only for you, but also for them, with a deranged man like Frieza around?

As that thought crossed your mind, the scouter on the bedtable started to beep, and you picked it up.

"My dear, do me a favor and go to the window." It was Frieza's voice, and he'd spoken quickly. Obvious, he was in a hurry. But..why?

You went to the window. At the moment, the side of the ship you were on was facing the planet. You smiled vaguely at the sight--wishing you were there, wishing you'd never gotten Frieza's attention, wishing...

...wait...

Through the scouter, you could hear laughter.

And as you took a closer look with the scouter, you realized that there were whole battalions of soldiers and saiyans out there. What was...? Had your brother attempted an attack on the ship? What was going on?

What happened next chilled you to the very core of your soul.

A large red blast of energy came slowly down at the soldiers, and the saiyans. Your scouter began to register first one power level, then five, then ten, and so on, exponentially almost, as disappearing. Then the ball of energy moved on, down to the planet...

..the...the planet...

You stood still in utter horror. How many were dying out there? How many would be dead soon? Would there be any left at all?

What about your brother? What about your nephew?

The questions raced, and you found yourself unable to do anything but watch. The laughter rang in your ears, but after a few moments you barely heard it over your own thoughts.

...they were dying, all of them, and there was nothing you could do about it. For the first time in a long time, you understood. Your tryst didn't affect only yourself. Because of what you'd done, you'd contributed to the near-extermination of your entire race.

You'd failed yourself.

You'd failed your brother.

You'd failed your people.

A few days went by, and thankfully, Frieza asked nothing of you. The device controlling your power level was adjusted downward "for the safety of the children" but you didn't react at all. You and he both knew what it was really for. What point was there in protesting?

You would probably have done so if you hadn't had a plan. After hearing that your nephew Prince Vegeta, and his caretaker Nappa were still alive, it had come to you.

So when you left the medical bay that day, you went to your room and got out two sheets of stationery paper and a pen--both a bit rare these days, but always kept around in case of communications array failures--and wrote a letter.

It was hard. You didn't want things to become as bad as all this. There were the children you were carrying to think of, but in a twisted way you realized you were saving them from Frieza.

Maybe you were just insane, but...

...you couldn't go on like this.

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"Nappa?"

The balding man turned around and gave a slight bow. "Your--"

"No," you cut him off, "Please don't use my rank."

"The King let me know about everything," he replied, "This isn't your fault."

"I could have prevented it," you said.

"But you'd have only put off the inevitable."

Maybe that was true. But it would have bought time that could have turned the tide in the favor of the saiyans.

"I have something for my nephew," you replied, "Would you give him this? It's very important."

With that you handed Nappa the folded up pieces of paper, turned on your heel, and went back to your quarters.

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*Nappa's POV*

Before I could say anything she'd left. I opened the letter, figuring she'd give some reason for all this in there. And boy...I gotta say...

I hate bein' right.

It went like this, in big loopy handwriting:

To my nephew, the strongest saiyan boy who ever lived,

There was a time when I wasn't afraid of anything. I remember you thought it was awesome that I wasn't afraid of anything. Maybe you even wanted to be like me when you got bigger.

But I've been gone for a long time now, and I will tell you who is responsible for that: Frieza. I made a mistake. I was weak around him one time, and that was more than enough to seal my fate, as they say. He took me for everything he could and then some, and left me defenseless.

Train. Become the strongest you can possibly be, and then become even stronger. Beat him down and make him sorry he ever enslaved our people and destroyed our planet.

Yes. It was him.

Be the saiyan I was too weak to be.

On the second piece of paper was a message to me:

Nappa - Give this to him when he's old enough to understand. Five, ten years--whatever. You know him better than anyone, you'll know when he's ready. And I know the letter sucks shit, but I'm pretty damn sure it'll get the message across. Whatever you do, please...don't give it to him too soon, he'll rush off and get himself killed. Wait, until he has the sense to wait.

All this didn't sound right. It sounded like a...goodbye...

Wait a minute.

A goodbye.

I rushed back to where (y/n)'s quarters were, just in time to hear an alarm and the telltale sound of atmosphere being sucked out of the room beyond the door.

I told a passing minion, and then rushed back to Vegeta. If someone told Frieza, that someone was sure to be dead in the next five minutes, and I sure as hell didn't want to leave Vegeta by himself by being the shot messenger.

(Y/n)...why did you have to do this? Couldn't you have thought of someone else? Were you that ashamed of yourself? It wasn't your fault!

I'd give him the letter, sure. But not until later, like (y/n) said.

I don't understand why you did it. But...but you can bet I'm not going to let this have happened for nothing.