Dragon Ball Z Oneshots!

(Golden!) Frieza X (Human!) Reader {pt.4}

I put together the image for this chapter huehuehuehuehue--- The shoutout for this chapter is pokesonicfanz for showing me a lot of support with their comments! Read the ending, everyone, thank you!

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My face heats as I look at the man in front of me. His voice sounded different as he had asked the question. I just shrug and look at him with a comforting smile. "Well, from what I've seen and how you've changed, a woman, or man, would be really fortunate to be with you." My face heats to a bright crimson as I look Frieza up and down. I notice a small smile on his face before he turns to check himself out in a the mirror attached to his closet.

His hands glide down his torso as he smiles, looking at himself all smug. "Might I say, I am one handsome devil. Anyone could agree, right?" He says, flicking his eyes towards me as I plop down on his bed.

I grab a pillow and set it in my lap just for the purpose of having a pillow. "Absolutely." I say, honestly stunned with the way he looks. "I wonder what other kind of clothes you'd look good in." I say, setting the pillow aside and going towards his closet.

As I begin to sort through some of his clothes, I notice him looking at me out of the corner of my eye. His eyes are locked on my figure, almost entranced. "I should mention," Frieza stands and begins to walk closer to me, leaning his shoulder on the frame of his closet. "You do like quite ravishing." He smiles and throws a cheeky wink my way. I look down, closing my eyes and covering my face. Blindly, I turn to the side and reach out for a tissue, grabbing the box and pulling a tissue out. I blow my nose loudly, before tossing the nasty, balled up piece of tissue in the garbage. "You need to get something for that." Frieza says to me, sitting down and patting the seat to him.

I laugh. "Thank you, but I'll be fine. It's just a cold." I say, sniffling and sitting next to him. Frieza rubs my shoulder, his hand warm on my cold body. He seems to takes note of how cold I am, and seems a little surprised.

"Why in the world are you so cold?" He asks, pressing his hand lower on my shoulder. "Seriously, you might want to get something for this." Frieza's eyes fill with worry, and I suddenly sneeze aggressively. "Actually, do you know where Bulma is?" He asks, looking me up and down.

"Bulma should be in her room. If not, check in the storage area, she said he wants to organize some papers in there, why?" I ask, breathing through my mouth because of my cold.

"I'm going to go get something to help that, you really don't sound good." He stands and walks to the door. I go to say something, but he looks at me with furrowed brows. "You really need to take it easy and relax. I'll be right back, stay put." He's stern, and he walks out.

I walk out of the room, stuffing my hands in the pockets of my dress pants. Quickly, I walk to Bulma's room, seeing it have her name on it. Below her name is white duct tape, Vegeta's name written in Sharpie marker. I raise my hand to knock on the door, but then hesitate. What is possessing me to get this woman medicine for her illness? Whatever it is, I'm giving in to it willingly. With that thought in my mind, I knock three times on the woman's door, standing there patiently.

It takes about a solid thirty seconds before I even here someone on the other side. The door opens slowly, and Vegeta appears. "Frieza?" He asks, sounding groggy and unbelievably irritated.

"I'm looking for your wife, monkey. Is she in here?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Why are you looking for Bulma?" He raises his voice, stepping out of the room. The man is only in under-suit bottoms. "What are your intentions?"

Rolling my eyes, I cross my arms and turn to the side, presenting my shoulder. "I'm looking for her because she knows where there could be cold medicine," I look at him, having his eyebrows furrow at me. "(Y/n) is sickly. Continuously sneezing, blowing her nose, coughing, all that. She won't get any herself, so I'm taking it upon myself to get her some."