"My Precious Slave...." A Goku X Frieza Story!!

Ch. 2: A workload

Even despite his distain over the ordeal of becoming someone's technical slave, Frieza forced himself to obey orders. 

He cleaned, swept, and only fell into silent dreams when given permission. The first week of such tantalizing chores only proved to him further that he should have decided to stay back on his main homeland- instead of choosing to migrate with his family towards royal turf. Now he'd been captured like other's of his kind and put into work. 

But, despite his unfortunate fate, he had to appreciate not being whipped or yelled at if he made a mistake. In fact, as his stay at Lord Goku's palace/castle dragged on, Frieza came to notice his... "extra" treatment compared to other maids or servants. Guards and knights watched him securely, and unless they had true reason, they never made moves to mock him or even push him harder on what he did. But perhaps that was just due to the orders of Lord Goku. Afterall, they were merely guards who had one job: protect their kingdom from danger. So maybe Frieza was just imagining things in an effort to improve the quality of his service.

Time grew long but also slowed. Each order by each day was the same: "Polish those floor tiles", "Re-sort the royal kitchen cabinets", "Dust the vases and tapestry's", etc., etc. Frieza sighed and slumped at it all. Although his race was a strong willed kind with more strength than they appear to contain, the snow white Ice-jin's feet became sore at each stroll down the long halls he'd seen over and over, and his hands grew calloused from the minor sores of gripping feather dusters, rags, brooms, and other hand-held objects too tightly from the pressure on his shoulders to get work done. His back ached now and again at random moments from bending down and crouching to polish floors and pick up things he'd missed or dropped. Because of all of this, he yearned with expectancy over each upcoming, nightly bath he took when his service hours ended. 

Although Lord Goku was an intimidating, stern ruler, he was smart about his subjects. He knew well the effects and requirements his servants needed to continue working. In a way, it was almost like he was a sargent controlling soldiers for military. He had them fed well, made them work hard, and made sure they were well rested enough to do it over again on repeat. But, even with his hospitality, Frieza knew the care was just to make sure the "Royal majesty" didn't have to do much work himself. And yet, Lord Goku was fit in bodily structure- masculine with toughened up muscles and nerves that gave him quite the kingly appearance.  

And such physique was something that Frieza saw almost each day. One particular part of his job that he had, unlike most of the other scattered servants, was his duty to report to Lord Goku about the day and his knights. It was a simple part of his day, but it left Frieza with odd emotions each time he saw the king's face. It was both an "honor" and a danger to see the royal man every week. Frieza felt most needed of proper posture and interaction around Lord Goku. One mistake could set him off. Although it hadn't been long since he'd arrived, Frieza experienced watching Lord Goku disown one of his own guards, a new one nonetheless, for falling asleep during an 'important' protocall. Frieza never knew what happened to that person after that, but rumours circling around the place later spoke of nothing calm or pleasant in terms of what the guard's fate for upsetting the king was. And it didn't help Frieza to learn that the same has happened to servants like himself. Although, he's overheard a couple of times that the more "favored" or useful servants were given "personal" consequences, ones that they might have walked away from. At least, Frieza liked to think so. He hoped so. And something about not knowing what happened kept him further from the temptation of slipping up, but it also made his curiosity rise. Clearly he was one of Lord Goku's more prized servants, he learned that the very first time he was brought into his presence. Would he be spared his life, at the very least, if he were to purposely mess up enough to experience those consequences? Maybe... but deep down, Frieza was too fearful to test it. He wasn't that stupid to do such a thing to sate his own curiosity anyways. Maybe life would just have to bring him that consequence if need be. 

But he couldn't help but feel odd about it all. 

And something inside him tugged at his brain- almost crying at him to let him know that... that Lord Goku knew. He knew Frieza's fear and was probably waiting for that slip up, an opportunity to punish such a rare, albino catch like Frieza himself. It forced a shiver up the Ice-jin's spine. What did he want with him?

He didn't quite know it yet, but Lord Goku was biting his time. Soon... Frieza would know his true reason for being so "prized".

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A/N: "AHHH, i'm back! Kinda... I suddenly felt the motivation to add another chapter to this fic. But I know, I know, i've been away from updating anything i've written for a while. I'm truly sorry. BUT... I haven't quit writing fics! You guys can find me on Tumblr, actually. I've posted many more fics there and you can find other's for Friku, etc. on my blog, Friku8706!"

"I do hope you guys enjoyed this chapter :)"