DBZ X-Readers

Frieza x Reader Pt. 9 'Adjusting'

Landing gave you a creeping sense of fear, and you actually had to take a few minutes to calm down before letting the pod open.

A minion led you out, and after a short trip--and seeing more changelings than you ever had before--you arrived (queasily).

Wow.

If you didn't feel overwhelmed, bowled over, and generally out of your element before, you certainly did now. He was putting you here? Well, you supposed it made sense, but still...a palace. He had sent you to a freaking palace.

The claustrophobic sensation came back, and after putting your things away, you were told where the kitchens were.

You thought food might help the nausea, so headed straight there--stopping cold when you walked in and noted the other changelings there.

Gods, how unwelcome, how utterly out of place you felt.

At least you were allowed to eat in peace, despite having many eyes on you. But when you finished, three changelings moved to your table from the next one.

"You're the new one, huh?" A blue-scaled one asked.

"Of course she is." answered a second, green one. "Have you seen any other monkey women around here?"

"Stop," said the third, looking at you, "You hate being called that. Right?"

"...right."

"You seem very out of sorts here."

"Well of course. Everyone knows her story. She's probably never even seen so much luxury in all her life."

"That's just the general sentiment we get from Lord Frieza, though. Tell me, what's the real story?" the blue one asked.

"He claimed to be cold and that he needed a blanket."

"Well, we could guess that much. But how did...?"

"Oh, come on, don't badger her about it." The green one said, "Look...what's your name?"

"(Y/n)," you say.

"(Y/n), then. Listen, there's a few things you're going to want to know about him, if you don't know them already. One, you probably should avoid getting too friendly with any men. Frieza's got a serious jealous streak. And I do mean serious."

"How serious?" you asked, a bit nervously.

"I think you know. Two...you'll probably find it easy to keep him happy. Just listen to him. Common sense things like that."

"How do you...know?"

"He grew up here," the changeling said, distractedly, "Third, and most importantly. If you encounter his son, which I have no doubt that you will, do not upset him. If there is one single, solitary thing in the universe that Frieza cares for, it's his son. Cross that particular line and there won't be enough of you left to bury."

"How...how old is his son?" you asked, desperate for a change of subject. Anything related to death was just going to make your heart race more.

"Almost three, I think. Absolutely precious little thing, and very attached to his father."

It made you think of what he'd told you, of what the doctor had told you, of his desire for Kuriza to have a playmate. Hearing him spoken of as being so attached to the boy, though...it planted a little seed of hope. He cared for something, at the very least. He wasn't completely unsalvageable.

What an odd notion to have, you thought.

"I'm not going to see him, though, I'm assuming?"

"Maybe, maybe not. It depends. Frieza's been making some odd decisions with the kid."

"Odd?"

"He sees the child far more frequently than a nobleman usually does, he's using the nannies far less than others, and isn't getting a governess in yet to teach him his letters."

"He's barely able to speak, I can understand that."

"Yes, but his father did that with him. Wanted him on the ball as soon as possible."

"You're all certainly very open with this information," you said suddenly, "I mean...it doesn't seem...if you were...elsewhere, sharing all this might not seem wise."

"It's no more than you're going to hear in the next few months." A passing changeling said, shrugging.

"Who are all of you? You all live here, I'm guessing?"

"Arctica," said the first.

"Polari," said the second.

"Blizarra," said the third.

Arctica nodded at your question once they'd all introduced themselves. "You could say that. This is...well, I'm not sure how to describe it to you. Put it this way, the women of the court live here."

"Are you noblewomen, then?"

"Of a sort," Polari giggled.

"You don't have to hide it," Blizarra said, "Honestly. Why does everyone seem to dance around saying the word 'mistress'? We're all the King's, does it really matter?"

"What, all of you?" you burst out.

"Oh, we're not all," Arctica said.

"...how many mistresses does the King KEEP?"

"Oh, seven or eight..."

Wow.

"...teen. What can I say, he gets bored easily. We're not complaining, though. It's a lot easier than real work."

"But she might have to be different, being Frieza's, and all," Polari said.

"I just obey, and he's happy. That's...all he asks."

"And what have you asked of him? You're his only one. I can only imagine the attention and the benefits you will get."

"I haven't asked anything of him."

"Oh, honey, you have to. Think how much he can give!"

"I also don't want to test his patience," you said, looking up, "I'm a bit...a bit weak right now, from...the baby, and..."

"Very smart girl. That'll serve you well."

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They'd talked with you for an hour before you were finally able to leave.

And so time passed.

A month went by and you were solidly moving up in clothing sizes--no longer were you given the skintight underarmor suits; instead, you were wearing loose-fitting outfits. Once or twice your new friends suggested you make requests for silks or other such nice things, but quite honestly you were still unsure about whether doing so was wise.

Late one morning, as you were sitting quietly in the library area reading, you felt a sudden tugging at your sleeve.

You looked to the side and saw a young changeling with a red biogem standing and clutching an oddly shaped plush toy. Whether it was a bear with no ears or just a blobbish thing was unclear. But the child itself was...

...closely followed by a minion. It made you wonder, was this...was this Kuriza?

"Yes?" you asked, looking down with a slight smile. He was utterly adorable, looking up at you with those large red eyes of his.

"Are you mommy?"