DBZ X-Readers

Frieza x Reader Pt. 3 'Possession'

Three months went by. You couldn't complain about how you spent them, really.

At first it had been once or twice a week, but as the second month dawned, it became nearly every night. And to be honest, at this point you were getting quite suspicious that needing a "blanket"--as Frieza liked to call you--was just some flimsy excuse to get you into his bed again. And yet you always woke with him curled as closely to you as he could get, so maybe...he was telling the truth? It was hard to say. Either way you still ended up spending the night and waking up naked with your reptilian lover curled up to you like you were a glorified body pillow.

And then he'd had to leave, and you found yourself suddenly aware of how much of your time he'd eaten up. Hours upon hours opened up. You went on more missions and cleared more planets than you had during your time, well, with him.

After another three months, you'd nearly forgotten the whole thing--relatively speaking, anyway. He probably found himself a new one...it wouldn't be hard for someone of his status. And it wasn't as if what had been going on could be considered anything more than a fling, right?

You laughed to yourself as you sat down in the bar with a large pint. You wouldn't be the first person in history to sleep with their boss and then lose them to someone else, and you're quite sure you won't be the last. It was practically cliche by this point.

"Heyyyy, (y/n)!"

You glanced over to find another saiyan stumbling in your direction, and sighed at the sight. Another drunk imbecile...well, you were in a bar. Where had that snobbish thought come fro--oh, yes, right. You cursed under your breath; it was his fault that your standards were this high, after all.

"Not now," you groaned.

"Aw, c...come on, (y/n)...you too good for me? You all think you're too good for me!"

"You are drunk. You know how I know?"

The saiyan grinned as he stumbled closer, and sat down beside you. "Hmmm? How's that?"

"I'm a man, you twit."

"Bull...look at that pretty face..."

"Male."

"Naw, I don't buy that for a second..." He stretched his arm around your shoulders, and you shoved him off before putting a hand to his throat...

...before letting go a second later. "You aren't worth the time it would take to clean the blood off my fingers," you growl.

"Oh," he leaned in, "Is that it? You got bigger fish to fry, do you? But one little..."

You punched him right in the jaw the second he kissed you, and stormed off. It had been a long time since you'd had that happen...usually your little disguise took care of avoiding things like this, but on these rare occasions, not even that stopped the incredibly sloshed from flirting with you.

Another potentially fun Friday ruined. Oh well. There was always tomorrow.

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When you woke the next morning you checked your messages and were surprised to find one from Frieza. Oddly, it contained only a single word: Tonight.

Ugh.

So he just expected to keep you around like that, did he? What were you, some sort of mistress at his beck and call? Did he really think he could just swan back onto the station and have--oh, yes, of course he did.

He hadn't left a time, but you guessed he wanted you there the same as had become the usual the last time he was on the station. So at 2200 hours, you were yet again stepping into his quarters.

"You seem surprised to be here."

You stiffened as you heard Frieza's voice behind you, and turned quickly around to face him. "Don't sneak up on me like that!"

"I'll do as I please." he chuckled as he stepped forward and pulled you close. "You didn't answer my question, by the way."

"You didn't--"

"Not that it matters, I suppose, you're here now and we can pick up right where we left off."

You wanted to be angry. You really, really did. But considering his position, his strength...well, there was no purpose in snapping unless you wanted to end up in the medical bay.

"...of course."

He smirked. "Good, I knew you'd agree. There is one more thing, however..."

"What?"

"I heard you were having some trouble yesterday. I don't suppose it was someone who knows your little secret?"

"No. The guy was drunk, he would've hit on anyone at that point."

"And I suppose if he hadn't been, you would've accepted his advances?"

You looked at him with mild shock. Was he...?

"I want an answer." His expression was completely devoid of any humor; and his tone was deadly serious.

"No, of course not." Not that you could give any other answer, really...

"Good. Because if you had..." he put a hand on the right side of your face, and turned your head to the left, exposing your neck. "...then we would have a problem."

You didn't dare make a sound. There was so many responses you could have given, but...

"You see, (y/n)..." he planted a single kiss just below your ear, "...I got quite used to having you around."

"I thought I was only a blanket."

Another kiss, this time on your jawline. "But you are my blanket. Do you understand that?"

And then he bit you.

"Ah--" you tried to move away, but he only held you there, forcing you to endure the pain. It was an agonizing ten-second wait before he finally pulled back.

"Why did you do that?" you cringed, reaching up to the tender skin just below your jaw.

"Because, my warm little monkey..." he turned your head again, so your eyes met his. "...you belong to me, and I want everyone to know it. That's only a temporary measure, so don't worry. Do you think I'm going to permanently scar one of my possessions?"

"But I--"

Frieza placed a finger on your lips. "Tomorrow morning when you leave my quarters, you will not be taking the bands with you."

Your eyes widened. Was he determined to ruin you?

"(Brother's name) will be removed from records as having died due to...unwise opening of the mouth. You'll be transferred in under (your name). And we...we will be spending a lot more time together."

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The next morning, you woke before him and stole out of bed to the bathroom to get a look at your neck.

That was a nasty bruise. As you pulled on the underarmor suit you realized that it was largely covered; only a little of it stuck above the neckline. But it was enough.

My hair's long enough to cover that, you thought to yourself, Nothing to worry about. No one'll notice it.

At least, you hoped not.