Frieza x Male! Saiyan! Reader

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Frieza refused anyone else's help. He wanted Y/n to fix his mess. Y/n was gone on a mission for 5 days and just returned.

" You! You're Y/n, right!?" An older male Saiyan asked.

" Yes."

" You have to help Frieza! He said he won't stop killing people until you fix his red mark!"

" How many has he killed?"

" 20!"

Y/n sighed.

" Take me to him."

The older male Saiyan jumped toward the castle, with Y/n close behind.

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" L-lord Frieza! I've brought you Y/n!"

" There you are,  Monkey!" Frieza stormed up to him.

" Everyone, out, NOW!"

Everyone scurried out and Y/n went to follow.

" Not, you," Frieza snarled.

Y/n stayed. Frieza pointed to his red forehead.

" I'll help you, but only if you stop killing people."

" If you don't help me, more people will die."

" And if I do help you, will people still die? I rather leave you with your Idiotic face and let people die."

The air went tense, with Frieza glaring at him.

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" Why do you want me to help you? Don't tell me you've fallen for me~" Y/n winked.

" Like hell I did. I just want that magical ointment."

Y/n rolled his eyes and dropped his bag onto the ground, opening it and searching through it. Y/n pulled out a pad and went to Frieza's forehead. He gently dabbed it on the red mark. Frieza stood there patiently, a unnoticeable blush.

" There. Now stop killing people, or I'll headbutt you again." Y/n demanded.

" I don't take orders from-" Frieza quietly gulped.

Y/n's face didn't have a playful look anymore, but, an upset and stern one.

" Fine..." Frieza grumbled.

" Good boy."

Y/n pulled the drawstring, closing his bag. He grabbed his bag, leaving Frieza alone in the palace.

" He likes me, how cute." Y/n giggled.