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blackenedsnow · 26 days ago

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Hey how are you doing could I request a yandere DBZ frieza x female reader x yandere frost, the reader is frieza s/o who came to the tournament of power to cheer him on but she has short vision and sees frost and confuses him with frieza and give him a passionate kiss, now she has to deal with an angry jealous frieza and a persistent wooing from a lovestruck frost?

cold-blooded rivalry

WARNING: Yandere themes (obsession, jealousy, possessiveness), mild violence and threats

PAIRING: Frieza x Reader x Frost

NOTE: Hi! Thank you so much for this super fun request! Sending love your way, take care! <3

SUMMARY: Attending the Tournament of Power to support Frieza, your short-sighted mistake of confusing Frost for your partner sparks a jealous rage in one and a lovesick obsession in the other.

The crowd’s roars echoed across the arena, deafening and chaotic. You squinted from your spot on the sidelines, shielding your eyes from the glaring light overhead. You weren’t about to miss Frieza’s glorious moments in the Tournament of Power, even if your eyesight left a lot to be desired.

And then you saw him. That sleek white body, the glint of armor-like purple, the graceful way he carried himself as he descended to the edge of the arena. Your heart swelled. Of course, that was Frieza. No one else moved with such effortless superiority.

You dashed toward him without hesitation, the din of the tournament fading into white noise. “Frieza!”

Before he could turn fully, you threw your arms around him and pressed a deep, passionate kiss to his lips. The smooth texture of his skin felt familiar, and his scent had the same cold, metallic sharpness you knew so well. You smiled against his lips as his body froze beneath you.

“Oh?,” came a voice. A voice that, while similar, was not quite… Frieza’s.

You pulled back in horror, your blurry vision focusing just enough to see a very confused Frost staring back at you, his crimson eyes wide but delighted.

“Oh, my stars,” he said, voice low and sultry. “I didn’t realize Frieza had someone so enchanting in his life. Perhaps fate is being kind to me today.”

Your blood ran cold. “You’re not Frieza.”

Frost tilted his head, a smirk curving his lips.

Before you could stammer an apology—or run—an unmistakable voice sliced through the moment like a blade.

“What. In. Hell. Do you think you’re doing?”

You turned to see Frieza, his golden transformation already gleaming dangerously. His scarlet eyes burned with fury, his lips curled into a snarl. The air around him crackled with power.

Frost, unfazed by the shift in atmosphere. “Ah, your companion here was just—”

“My companion,” Frieza hissed, advancing slowly. “Is mine. And you,” he snapped his tail, pointing at Frost, “had better remove your filthy lips from her memory before I erase you from existence.”

Frost chuckled, his demeanor still maddeningly calm. “Oh, but she kissed me, Frieza. A gesture of true passion, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Frost!” you cut in, voice panicked. “It was a mistake! I—I thought you were Frieza!”

Frost’s smirk only deepened. “Mistake or not, the sentiment was… exquisite. Perhaps you’re beginning to see there are others worth your affection.”

Frieza’s aura flared violently, the air around him heating with his barely restrained rage. “You overestimate your worth, Frost. She belongs to me, body and soul. I don’t share.”

“Oh, I’m not asking you to share,” Frost replied smoothly. “I’m simply stating that if she ever finds herself displeased with you, I’ll be here, waiting.”

Frieza snarled, his tail whipping dangerously close to Frost’s face.

“Wait! Stop!” you cried, stepping between them before Frieza could lunge. You looked at your partner, pleading. “Frieza, please. I’d never betray you. You know that, don’t you?”

Frieza’s eyes softened—barely—but his tone remained sharp. “Then do not give me reason to doubt you again, darling. If you so much as glance at that worm in a way I don’t like…” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a venomous whisper. “You won’t like the consequences.”

Frost, meanwhile, gave a sly wave as Frieza dragged you away by the arm, his smile all too knowing.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Frost called after you. “We’ll see each other again soon. I’ll make sure of it.”

You sighed. The Tournament of Power was supposed to be exciting, but you hadn’t expected this level of chaos. Now you had to navigate Frieza’s jealous wrath and Frost’s relentless attention.

Something told you this was far from over.

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sith-qween · 21 days ago

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Come, Let Us Teach You

Fandom: DBZ

Pairings: Reader x Vegeta, Reader x Nappa, Reader x Raditz

Words: 4.0K

Rating: M (later on)

Warnings: Sayian Reader, Mating Cycles/Heats, Ginyu Force, Dark Frieza, No protection, probably more, I will update as we go lol

Tags: @bdudette @beakami @vee-vee-writes (just ask c:)

Things had definitely taken a very interesting turn in the last few months. You went from having no respect and needing to fight nearly every waking moment, to having men from one of the strongest races at your beck and call. It was amazing how fast things could change and, honestly, it was refreshing. There was no more fighting for every necessity. You had access to what you needed, you had a team you could rely on, and the missions were actually worth your time and energy.

However you had started to notice that each of them were different in their own ways. Sure all three of the men were all brash and hard to get along with at times, but once you got used to them it was a cake walk.

Vegeta, his royal highness. He was always high strung with a God complex. Who wouldn’t have called that one. Mind you, he paid attention to the small details, things most people would never notice, or not care about. Small glances, or rambling thoughts about something you missed, somehow he made it work. If you longed for a certain food, and just let your thoughts ramble, the next day it would somehow wind up in your room. However if you ever confronted the prince about it, he would deny it till his dying breath. Stubborn to the core, no doubt about that.

He was a very prideful person, and he wasn’t about to bow to anyone or anything, he merely acted for Frieza, knowing how far he could get away with pushing. Afterall he had a deal with the tyrant and he wasn’t going to be the one to mess up. He was a very proud man, especially when it came to his race. He loved his planet and his people and there wasn’t a day that passed where he didn’t miss it. Whatsmore, the prince would often think he was sly in his glances. His eyes wandered over your frame when he thought no one was watching, but the joke is on him - you always knew.

Nappa on the other hand, was loud and abrasive. He had next to no filter, nearly every thought he had would find its way from his mouth, whether or not it was the time or place. The hulking man had little awareness of his space, and did not care if he knocked something over or broke it. Now when it came to you on the other hand, there was a softness to him. He was still loud and often unfiltered, but he took notice of how he was around you. Careful not to knock your stuff over, or take up your space. Outside of training and missions, he would even treat you as if you were fragile - would never admit to it tho.

That and he enjoyed the little things. Back on Planet Vegeta it was not unheard of for the Massive Saiyan to head on over to the hot springs when he was relieved of his duties for the day. It was a full time job watching the young Prince, however it was all worth it to watch his grow up into a fine prince, not to mention the springs. The royal hot springs were something the man would often reminisce about, just lounging and relaxing after a long battle, or just a painfully uneventful day.

Then there was Raditz. This man was different from the other two. Unless to save face in front of his associates, he was honest. He was much more level headed and animated. He had a rougher upbringing than the others, and it gave him humility. He fought and earned everything he had, nothing was handed to him on a silver platter. He was easy to talk to and joke with, the two of you shared more realistic lifestyles. He was the kind who would save you from falling on your face or messing up in the wrong places. Never would he admit or show the others - but there was a kindness to him.

There was also the fact that unlike the other two, Raditz came from commonfolk. His parents were nobodies in the grand scheme of things. In their terms he was a “low class”, and that was why he was often pushed below the others. But he was used to it, and he had fought to be there anyways. One night he had even shared he had a brother somewhere out there, hoping he was still alive. Craving for his own family to have somehow survived, something to hold onto hope for.

It was almost embarrassing just how much you were learning with each of them. Not only historically, but also physically. The longer you were with them the more pride you felt for your race, how much more determined you felt to live up to the name. Not only that, but the more time you spent alone with them, the more it brought out your true nature. Raised to be modest, you were a joke to your race. Now you stood with more confidence, empowered by your blood and much more willing to just take what you wanted. To embrace the race of warriors you belonged to, you were ready to make a name of your own.

However for such an elite warrior race, there were still a lot of holes. It was clear none of them were used to feelings or expressing them. Maybe it was your more feminine and soft side that was starting to get to them. With the new arrangement to always be with one of the three men, they each started to get more comfortable with you. The air was far less heavy then the first time you all met. From the icy insults and threats, you made a lot of progress to be at a more relaxed and jesting vibe. It took a while, on all ends, but you were all making it work.

The chirping of your pager was enough to pull your drowsy mind to attention. Fluttering your lashes, you lifted your gaze to the hulking man that was lounged across your tiny couch. Vegeta had taken Raditz to train earlier that morning, and after eating you wanted to spice things up a little and relax. Sure enough Nappa tagged along, and somehow he wound up passed out, and you were not too far behind. Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you were careful to try and not wake the other as you reached for the scouter.

Lifting the device to your eyes you pressed the button. The little green piece started to slow with a message. It was of high priority; go and report to Lord Frieza. Reading this, you could feel a chill start to set in the room. Why would you need to report anything? Surely Vegeta and Raditz could do so, they would be closer anyways. But was it for the team, or just you? You didn’t recall hearing Nappa’s scouter ping anything.

“M’what’s up?” a sleepy grumble broke through the sea of thoughts that were flooding your mind. Blinking out of your stupor, you managed to pull the device down and meet his hazy gaze.

“I just got a page to go and report to Lord Frieza. Did you get anything?’ you managed to keep your tone level. You could understand why the Prince bowed his head to the tyrant, you had the pleasure of experiencing it first hand. The very thought of needing to be in the same room as that man was enough to drain some of the colour from your features. There was a lethargic shuffling as Nappa checked his own scouter only to shake his head,

“M’nope looks like it was just you. Best not to keep him waiting though, I can walk you there. Just be sure to page me when everything is finished.” he drawled out, giving a huff as he pushed himself into a sitting position, taking the time to stretch his arms out over head. There is a moment of pause between the two of you before you finally let out a breath you weren’t aware you had been holding. Nodding you threw your legs over the side of the couch and stood up.

Not much was exchanged between the two of you, the peaceful, lazy air had been pierced and now the growing anxiety that rose in your throat was the only thing you could feel. You were thankful he was prying on the matter, but you also felt a bit guilty to be robbing his nap from him. Mind you, it was probably a good thing since relaxing seemed to be something frowned upon here. Everything was always on the go and busy. Why should today be any different?

There was a silence in the room as the two of you started to get ready. Whether or not it was comfortable or uncomfortable was something you were still debating. There was an uneasiness that was starting to form in the pit of your stomach, but now isn't the time for that. You couldn’t exactly get cold feet about meeting with Lord Frieza after all. If he said jump, you were expected to ask how high, no questions about it. Finishing up the two of you left the room without much else exchanged.

Walking side by side the larger man just kept his eyes ahead, making the short walk seem to drag on forever. Before the turn to the tyrants room, the bald man stopped and stretched himself out,

“I shouldn’t go much further with you, just make sure to let me know when your all done.” he managed, his voice sighing as he released the stretch, “G’luck in there”

“Thanks” you mutter out as the man turned and headed down another hall, presumably off to go and find something to busy himself with while he waited around. Couldn’t blame him, it would probably look bad if he was seen just lurking just outside of the office of Lord Frieza. With that you took a breath and turned down the hall and made your way towards the grand doors. You were more concerned as to why it was only you, maybe you had messed up somehow and he was going to quietly finish you off this time. Maybe he just wanted to intimidate you, maybe it was nothing. The possibilities kept going through your mind, it wasn’t fair how easily he could get into someone's head like that.

“Afternoon, [y/n]!” Ginyu’s loud voice greeted you. As always, way to optimistic sounding. It was enough to make you want to gag, it should be illegal for someone that close to Lord Frieza to have this much positivity in life. However you were able to keep a straight face as you gave a tiny bow, best to be formal.

“That was a quick response! I’m sure Lord Frieza will be pleased. Whenever you’re ready, step inside.” Ginyu instructed. With a small nod, you thought, better just jump in and get it over with instead of wasting time mulling it over and making the worst possible scenarios up in your head.

With a quick breath you pushed past Ginyu and pushed open the large doors and stepped inside. The droning sound of the doors closing behind you was silenced with a soft thump. Careful not to show any signs of weakness you managed to keep your head held high and chest puffed out. Confident strides carried you to about the middle of the large, dome-like room before you stopped and knelt before the tyrant. As your knee met the cold steel, the phantom stinging across your skin pricked in a vivid memory of your last visit.

With your head bowed, you were unable to see the vast view of space from the large window that sat just before the man. The one who took his time in turning the chair so that he would face your form on the floor before him.

“[y/n], you’re surprisingly early.” he practically purred in amusement.

“I wouldn’t want to keep you waiting, my Lord.” you responded with ease. The words were nearly practised, even if it was just to keep you from another broken bone or two. This response got you a chuckle, his tail lazily hanging out of the little floating chair he occupied. It was obvious your response was exactly what he wanted to hear, the pleased tone followed through as he continued,

“I’m surprised. Your race isn’t exactly new to the idea of tardiness. I could recall a number of accounts - but I think I should spare you the details.”

“How kind my Lord. But may I ask why you summoned me?” Your voice was tight, fighting to pull the emotions that were trying to tear their way forward. There had to be some reason to all of this, something besides taunting you with reminders of a dead race. Lifting your head, your eyes were met with the ruby gems that sparkled with nothing but ill-intent. It never mattered what he did, the air around this man always bleed evil. This was no exception.

“I am glad you asked, my little monkey,” he started. Amusement reaching his gaze as he watched you, “I was curious as to how you’ve been adapting to the new group. I know those men are animals, but from what I hear you are used to all that.”

Call it instincts, but you had to bite your tongue to call his bluff. He may rule with an iron fist, but that doesn’t mean he was a good liar. Manipulator, maybe. But his lies were transparent. You couldn’t read past that, but you figured it was best to humour his little facade.

“Ah yes, I am very grateful for the chances of moving to this ship. Things have been much better than on my old one. Less drama and the missions are much more to speed. I did have a bit of a climb to catch up, but I am proud of the scars that prove my growth. I have learned a lot from my new team, however they are a handful. Always a pain and getting in the way of things - however they always come through on missions. Very stubborn and hard to deal with, but never a challenge too big for them.” You reported in a short run down. Hoping that it was satisfactory, you watched his expressions for his response.

“Ah yes, the stubbornness and refusal to admit defeat - that is definitely a monkey thing. Have to give your race some credit tho, you always make the best of the worst.” he droned. The lazy motions of his tail caught your eye for a mere moment, remembering just how devastating that thing was, even though it moved so fluidly. “I take it that you are spending less time in the Med Bay now?”

“Of course my Lord. I wouldn’t dream of wasting my time there if it could be used more efficiently somewhere else.” you were quick to reply, tone sharpening slightly at the implications. You didn’t expect him to drop that day, but it still lit a fire under you at the thought of it. You weren’t going to stay weak and you were bound and determined to make sure that you did nothing but surpass your own power level and keep reaching for the top.

“That’s good. Your race has many great warriors, it would be a shame to lose yet another one.” he grinned, the sinister gleam reaching his eyes as he watched your muscles tense up. It took every part of your willpower not to retort, not to react. He was just trying to get under your skin now, trying to break your composure. And you weren’t about to give in to his jabs.

“Mind you, with that in mind I hope you’ve been keeping on top of your health.” he added, still studying your reactions. When his comment was met with a furrowing of brows he chuckled and shook his head, “I suppose that answers that. [y/n], don’t you think you should start doing routine checkups? Wouldn’t want anything to happen to our newest monkey, now would we? Besides, it's best if everyone gets checked once in a while. We wouldn;t want anyone bringing something back from a forigen planet.”

“I suppose it is overdue,” you trail off. There was no way to explain you had no time for that kind of thing, but it was clear he wasn’t suggesting this, he was telling you. With your own tail curled neatly on the ground under you, you could feel it twitch in irritation. “I can head down to the Med Bays and set up something right away.”

“That sounds like a good plan, [y/n].” he purred, the amusement rolling off of his confidence. Everything was going to plan and it was clear it was the case. The arrogance of the spoiled tyrant made your blood boil. You didn’t know what game he was playing, but you were not enjoying it. “You may leave now.”

Standing, you bowed for a moment before turning on your heels and promptly leaving the vast chamber. Between the goosebumps that were crawling under your skin and the fur on your tail standing on end, you couldn’t stop the unease that pricked away at you. However it was best to do this and get it out of the way. So while you didn’t stop for a moment, your destination was now the Med Bay and you were making haste. Only difference from last time was you were able to walk yourself there - and you were fully conscious this time!

As soon as you turned the corner you were sending a notification to Nappa to let him know where you were heading. Everything went by you in a blurr, lost to your own thoughts. This was such a random thing, granted it did make some sense. Not to mention how often you have trips to the bays, it wouldn't hurt to make sure nothing ended up long term. All you needed was some internal bleeding taking you out, what a way to go.

Pushing your way into the Med Bay you could see the smaller creature jump slightly at the abrupt entrance. Quickly recovering she cleared her throat and looked you once over,

“What brings us the pleasure of your visit?” her soft voice chimed in. Her dark pink skin is carefully covered by white scrubs. It was her dark eyes that didn;t match her sweet appearance, they were cold and harded. Most likely due to the fact that she worked on this ship and dealt with ruffians all day long.

“I have been advised to schedule some regular check ups..” you started, the words feeling wrong on your tongue.

“Well then let's not waste time. Might as well get you started and register for your first one today. Give me your name please,” she piped up, not wasting a second as you hesitated. She was quick to scurry around and start nudging you towards the curtains. You managed to mutter your name out before going to where she wanted you.

She vanished for a moment before she reappeared with a clipboard in hand. Her delicate hands flipped over the sheets with practised ease and she clicked her tongue, shaking her head as she looked up at you, “Well at least you are in one piece this time. What could you possibly do to end up in such conditions, and so often?” she asked, already getting to work checking over your obvious physical condition.

Here you could feel the heat start to rise to the tops of your ears. Well, she didn’t have to call you out like that. “I wasn’t used to other Sayians and got a little too excited fighting with them, and whoops..” you muttered. It wasn’t completely false, it had been a thrill actually getting to fight with the men when you arrived. However she didn’t know it was because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut long enough. Nor did she need to know that same problem nearly got you killed at the hands of Lord Frieza himself.

Her dark optics lifted to meet your own and you could feel the scrutiny in them. Her only response was a very lacklustre hum, making it painstakingly obvious she didn’t believe you for a second. “Stripe so we can get started.” She demanded, which led you to roll your eyes before following her orders.

“Well now, you are currently up to date, everything is checked out. You're all up to date on any shots you need, and aside from the history of beatins - you are one of the healthiest soldiers on this ship. You are free to go, just make sure to come and check back every two months for a quick check up.” the little nurse muttered, her tiny fingers already typing over a keypad as she gave you the results, never once looking up at you.

Gritting your teeth you managed out a quick ‘thank you’ before turning to leave. Her attitude was something that was rubbing you the wrong way, but then again you had to cut the woman some slack. You thought you dealt with a lot, you could only imagine what she saw and dealt with on a daily bases. She was very busy and overall professional, so you couldn’t get too mad at her.

As you pushed past the clear doors, you saw the large Saiyan leaning against the wall, his eyes lifting at the sound of your appearance. There was a sense of calm that reached you at the sight of him. Nothing more than a sense of familiarity in the whirlwind of concussion you just went through. With eyes meeting you gave him a small nod and the two of you retreated back to his room. Thankful for the silence where listening ears lingered, you were able to just relax a little bit.

Reaching his room, you push past him and make your way inside, making haste of removing the gear and falling back onto his couch. He wasn’t far behind as well as he lounged on the couch, similar to he had before. Extending an arm, he invited you closer, giving you the chance to decide. Hesitating you considered it and you finally just crawled over to him to lay against his large body. You weren’t about to admit that the men were starting to become a comfort to you, something about knowing they were around and willing to protect you just made your heart weak.

“So, are ya willing to share?” he asked after a moment.

“Nothing much to share. Like I said he suggested I get check ups, and seemed like he was just seeing how things were going. Made it hard to hold my tongue, he kept dragging our race through the mud,” you finally growled out. The annoyance finally was able to flare now that you were safely away from the tyrant. To that you got a scoff,

“Yeah that sounds about right. You get used to it, he has always thought lowly of the Sayians. That will never change.” he grumbled. Clearly it still got under his skin, and you could only imagine he had been dealing with this for much longer than you. “But it might be for the best for the check ups. After all, you have only used the pods and if that's a trend they need records.”

To this logic you couldn’t help but hum in reluctant agreement. You still didn’t want to admit there was logic behind it, but it at least made it feel more sensible then a random summons. Not wanting to think about it any more you just turned your face into his chest and shut your eyes. Your tail lazily wrapping around his thigh, you felt his hand come to your back as the large Saiyan chuckled, before the room was once again met with a peaceful silence.

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AN: I just wanna say thank you for all for the love you've given this little story so far! As always there is a link in my bio if you want other ways to find me or support me! I also have much more uploaded on AO3 if you wanna skip waiting. Thank you again so much, and I hope you're all doing well!

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tytarax · 21 days ago

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Hi, its been a while since I've heard you've open your requests. Can you do a platonic request for Frieza, where female human S/O acts similarly like Twilight Sparkle. I like to think that she would freak out a little when something logically doesn't make any sense of Frieza just messing with her, cause he can.

Of courseee, it sure sounds funny. There's a friend of mine that's like her and I enjoy bothering her with anything (I'm not as brilliant as her (she's a freakin genius) so I just make things work under my logic), so I got inspired.

“Frieza, this makes absolutely no sense!”

You paced back and forth on the pristine floors of Frieza’s spaceship, a clipboard in one hand and a stylus in the other. Your brows were furrowed, and your eyes darted between Frieza and the incomprehensible mess before you. The tyrant lounged in his chair, tail swishing lazily, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Ah, but that’s the beauty of it, dear,” Frieza drawled, resting his chin on one hand. “It doesn’t need to make sense. I simply will it so.”

You stopped mid-step and spun on your heel to face him, your frustration bubbling to the surface. “That’s not how things work! Logic, rules, cause and effect—these are fundamental principles of the universe! What you’re saying is just… chaos!”

“Precisely,” he replied, his grin widening. “And isn’t it delightful?”

It wasn’t delightful. Not to you, anyway. You gestured emphatically at the display screen, which was showing a gravity simulation that, by all accounts, should have imploded the room. Instead, objects floated serenely, unaffected by the laws of physics.

“Look at this! The equations don’t balance. The energy inputs don’t match the outputs. The… the…” You threw your hands in the air, your voice rising in pitch. “It’s impossible!”

Frieza chuckled, a low, almost musical sound that only deepened your exasperation. “Oh, dear, your obsession with logic is utterly charming. But you forget: I am no mere mortal bound by your quaint little rules. If I desire gravity to behave like a playful child, then so it shall.”

You gaped at him, your brain working overtime to reconcile his words with the reality before you. “But why?” you demanded. “What’s the point of all this?”

Frieza rose from his seat with a fluid grace, his tail flicking behind him as he stepped closer. “Why not?” he said simply, the smug amusement in his voice nearly tangible. “It’s so entertaining to watch you squirm, my dear. You remind me of a bird flapping hopelessly against a cage. Adorable, really.”

You crossed your arms, determined not to let him get under your skin. “Well, it’s not entertaining to me! Do you know how hard it is to solve a problem when you keep rewriting the rules?”

Frieza leaned down, his red eyes glinting with mischief. “Oh, but that’s the point. There is no problem to solve. It’s a game. One you can’t win.”

Your jaw tightened, and you jabbed your stylus in his direction. “If this is a game, then what’s the objective?”

“To watch you unravel, of course.” His smirk widened, utterly unrepentant.

You groaned, dragging a hand down your face. “Unbelievable. You’re doing this just to mess with me.”

“Correct,” he said, his tone dripping with satisfaction. “I must say, your reactions are priceless. Do go on.”

You threw your clipboard onto a nearby table, planting your hands on your hips. “Fine. If you want chaos, I’ll give you chaos. But don’t come crying to me when you can’t fix it.”

“Crying?” Frieza echoed, his voice laced with mock offense. “As if I, Lord Frieza, would ever stoop to such a thing. But by all means, do try.”

Challenge accepted. You marched over to the console and began tapping furiously, your mind racing to devise a way to outsmart his nonsensical alterations. Meanwhile, Frieza watched with keen interest, his smirk never faltering.

“Let’s see how your precious logic fares against divine will,” he mused, reclining once more.

You muttered something under your breath, something that sounded suspiciously like, “This is why I prefer books to people.”

Frieza, of course, heard it. His laughter echoed through the room.

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knifknightkorner · 3 months ago

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Comic version of my fanfic :P

(This happens in chapter 4 if you were wondering)

#ao3 fanfic #fanfic #fanfic fanart #fanart #ao3 #frieza #cooler #freeza #dragon ball fanart #drawing #dbz #dbz fanart #dragon ball z #dragon ball #short comic

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zaphiregz · 1 year ago

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Second part of the other pic

This is after their training session, was supossed to be a lil quality time only with ya' and the Cell Jrs but Frieza also joined cuz' he wanted your attention too.

Junior once again is so done with his presence, at this point at least he tolerates it better.

#frieza #freezer #freeza #dbz fanart #digital art #dbz #fanfic #dragon ball #cell jr #dragon ball abridged #camping #marshmallows #dragon ball z fanart

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rumblebat · 1 year ago

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Cell & Frieza were the winners of the poll!! You folks sure know how to pick them! >;3c Please enjoy the story, mind the CW’s, and read at your own risk.

rating: [MA-X] - for a mature audience cw: smut/(n)sfw, threesome, language, slight dub-con, implied fem reader (with gn pronouns), lack of protection, slight breeding kink, frieza reverts back to his 2nd form word count: 2,584

sneak peek: "If you wish to be treated like a slut, so be it, but don't say we didn't warn you..little one.~"

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You sat on the couch, sighing and looking around at the other guests at the party. You were invited by Zarbon to join in on the fun. It wasn't like he wanted to invite you, it seemed more like a pity invite. Your eyes rolled as you watched the guest have their fun.

"Why am I even here...?" You mumbled to yourself, leaning back in your seat. The spot next to you filled, causing you to look over. The Lord and Empire of the Universe himself sat beside you. 'What the hell is Lord Frieza doing here?!'. You blinked and looked at him as he drank from his cup.

"Not much of a party person, are you (y/n)?" Frieza asked, looking into his cup. You stared at him. He turned his head, his piercing red eyes looked back at you. "Well?"

You quickly looked away and nodded your head. He was right, you weren't much of a "party person". All you did was do your work, keep your head down, and go back to your quarters to repeat the next day. Frieza watched your body language and chuckled to himself.

"My, aren't you a nervous one? Don't worry, unwind a little. It is a party after all. Not a party for me, but you should still have fun." He hummed and took another sip. You nodded your head and looked back at him. Before you could ask a question, a large shadow loomed over you both.

Frieza's eyes looked up. His nose scrunched at the figure in front of you both. "Cell…" He choked out in disgust, "And what do I owe the unplease..?" The figure chuckled deeply. "No pleasure at all? That's a little rude of you, Frieza?" You looked up, nearly hurting your neck. The figure was an odd one. He looked like a large cicada but had a gorgeous face and pale hands. You couldn't keep your eyes off of him, and he noticed. Cell crouched down and took your hand, gently kissing it. "Well, are you cute enough to eat.." He purred, "I'm Perfect Cell, little one…but you can just call me Cell." He said, his charming yet deep voice almost threw you into a trance.

Frieza clicked his tongue, clearing his throat. "This is my acquaintance that works for me, (y/n). Isn't that right?" You nod, not losing eye contact with Cell. His deep, hungry gaze switched over from you to Frieza. "Oh? And how come they couldn't say their own name??" Cell questioned the smaller tyrant. Frieza smirked, nearly wanting to rip Cell apart. "Maybe if you stop staring at my workers like some kind of five-course meal, they can speak." Cell laughed and nodded his head. "You think that's the reason? Fine." He looked back at you and smiled, "Tell me your name, little one."

You looked at him then back at Frieza. His face was covered in hidden anger. "Go on. Anwser the rouch." Cell growled at the insult, but then quickly changed back to his charming self. "Um…I'm (y/n)." You answered with a warm smile. Cell chuckled and gently rubbed your cheek. "There we go..~" Your breath nearly got stuck in your throat. Frieza leaned over and swatted his hand away. "Enough of that, Cell. Don't you have more people to absorb?" He hissed. Cell chuckled and grabbed your wrist, "Sure, you could say that…and thanks to you, I found the next person I want to taste." He said, looking at you. Quickly, Cell stood up and looked in the direction of Zarbon. "Hey, Zar. I found my closet buddy!" You were completely lost. Closet buddy?

Zarbon walked over and looked down at you, his towering figure along with Cell's was something truly beautiful to look at. Zarbon's face changed and looked at Cell, "Them? Really?" Cell proudly nodded and held you up by your wrist. "Why yes. Is there a problem?" Zarbon scoffed and shook his head, "Of course not… just didn't take you as the type of person to be into lower life forms. You are a kinky bastard." He softly pushed Cell, causing him to chuckle too. "Now, make your way to the closet -" Before Zarbon could finish his sentence, Frieza shot up from his seat. "You aren't taking them, without me!" Cell and Zarbon both looked down at the tyrant. Zarbon was shocked and nearly dropped to the floor. "My Lord, are you…are you serious about this?" Frieza grabbed your other hand and held it up. "I was going to have them in the closet with me when it was my turn. If Cell takes them now, I want them as well." Cell rolled his eyes and huffed. Zarbon looked at all three of you, nodding his head. Of course, he couldn't say no to his boss.

With all the fighting slightly subsiding, Zarbon leads you and the other two to a large closet. "Seven minutes is all you have. Not a minute over…unless Lord Frieza says so." Zarbon nodded down at the smaller alien. Cell nodded quickly and shoved you into the closet. "Yes, yes. Unless the purple brat says otherwise. We get it, now let's get a move on. I'm hungry…~" He hummed, ducking into the closet. His ominous chuckle slightly echos. Frieza cringed at his disgusting wording and sighed. "Zarbon, if I knock twice before the time is up. Open the door." Zarbon blinked and slowly nodded, not understanding the meaning of that.

In the closet, you sat on the floor. Once the door closed, everything was eerily quiet and dark. You looked around, catching a glimpse of Cell's and Frieza's eyes. They both looked at each other, but Cell's was the one that moved closer to you. He held you up and pinned you to the wall, leaning over to gently place soft kisses around your neck. He wasted no time. You, on the other hand, tried to push him away. This was happening way too fast. You grunted and gasped, moaned, and begged for him to slow down. He only chuckled and exhaled against your skin causing you to shudder.

"Frieza never told me you smelled so good when you're scared…~ But there is no reason for that, I won't hurt you or do anything to harm you unless you want me to…~ I'm here to only have fun.~" He growled in his chest, feeling a strong hand touch his shoulder. Once he turned his head, the figure behind him didn't look like Frieza. It looked more like his father, but it was Frieza; just his second form. "You're enjoying yourself too much. You'll ruin your appetite that way.." Frieza's deeper voice shocked you both. Cell smirked and chuckled at the sentence. "Fine, then come and share this with me." Frieza scoffed at the proposal and pulled you away from the wall. Gently placing you against his bigger and broader chest.

Cell continued to kiss along your neck, gently grinding up against you. Your head started to feel light and you nearly yelped when Cell bites down. Frieza growled at this, slowly guiding his hands to your chest. You mewled out, trying to keep quiet. Frieza leaned over to kiss the shell of your ear, "You don't have to be quiet. If they hear you, I'll deal with them…~" He huffed, licking along your ear. You nodded and started to moan softly. Cell looked over at Frieza, who had the same idea in mind. They both nodded and laid you on the ground.

You opened your eyes and looked up, seeing both of these large figures towering over you. You felt so small, weak…yet, you wanted to have both of them. "H-hurry up.." You said softly. They both looked down at you, their eyes seeming to glow brighter once you said that. "I want to..keep going." Cell crouched down to you and cocked his head to the side. "Well, aren't you impatient? Fine, we'll get on with it. Frieza?" He said, looking back up at the larger alien. Frieza chuckled and got on his knees. "I hope you don't mind us both having our way then." You shook your head, signaling that everything was okay for you. Frieza smirked and quickly got to it, taking off your bottoms and undergarments. Cell did the same to your top. Once you lay nude on the floor, Frieza got to work. Quickly placing cold kisses on your thighs, dragging his tongue along them also. You shudder and meet the soft lips of Cell. Frieza raised your legs, pulling you closer to him. He leaned back down, slowly eating you out. You moaned loudly into the kiss, causing Cell to grunt. The sudden spark of pleasure nearly drove you wild. Cell couldn't take much longer of this. He pulled away, gently pawing at this black codpiece, and growled.

"(y/n)." Cell began, and you opened your eyes to see a large member in front of you. "Open your mouth, wide." He panted out. You had no idea where his member came from, but there was no time for that. You opened your mouth, lulling out your tongue. With no warning, Cell shoved his member deep inside your throat. He growled and placed his hand on your throat. "Getting weaker I see?" He cooed, groaning as you clawed and tightened around his member. Frieza watched as Cell rocked his hips against your face. "Give them time to breathe, Cell. They are still my employee." Frieza said through slurps. Cell nodded his head and panted, pulling away from you. You coughed and breathed out, "D-don't worry, If I need to breathe. I'll tap your leg…j-just give it to me please!" You said, hunger filled your eyes. Cell nearly lost it at your words. "If you wish to be treated like a slut, so be it, but don't say we didn't warn you..little one.~" Cell placed a heavy hand on your throat again, jamming his cock back into your mouth. Your muffled cries and moans caused Frieza to lose control. His usual regal and proper attitude was completely out the window.

Quickly, Frieza sat up and huffed. He put his decency to the side and started to stroke his bulging member. Cell chuckled at Frieza, "Don't worry Frieza, we still have a few minutes left…take your time with the dessert.~" The empire didn't listen. His mind was too focused on your smell and the pleasure that coursed through him. He lifted your legs up again and rushed his cock inside of you. You screamed out, Cell hunched over at the sudden pain. You dug your nails into him. "Ah! Damn it!!" Cell growled and moved his hips back before pumping his cock in and out of your throat. "F-Frieza, stop being so damn hard-headed and be careful! You're not the only one doing something here!" Frieza glared up at him, bucking his hips into you, "Why don't you just shut it, Cell? Enjoy them while you can. They're all mine once this idiotic party is over." Cell clicked his tongue and pulled out. He quickly moved you away from Frieza and rolled onto his back, gently laying you on top of him. Your back met with his cool, hard chest.

"Now Frieza," He began, "If you aren't going to properly share your dessert with me, I'll just have to take what I want." Cell said as he started to spread your legs wide. Your face grew a deep shade of red, "Now then, (y/n). You've been awfully quiet, and I find that quite rude." He started as he aimed his cock at your slick opening. "I want you, to tell us what you want.." He said in a gruff whisper. You whimpered and gasped as you were slowly filled, "P…please.." You started, "I..want to cum! I want you both to make me cum!" You cried. Cell chuckled deeply, looking up at Frieza, "I'm sure we can both fit, why don't you join me?~" Frieza's red eyes glowed with lust. He eyed you and glared at Cell, "Fine. I'll join.." He crawled over to you both, caging you between him and Cell. His member rubbed up against Cell and nudged up against you.

You both looked at Frieza, Cell kissed your neck and whispered, "Relax, just let him in. You'll enjoy this, I promise." You gulped and panted heavily. Frieza managed to squeeze inside and howled in slight pain, but soon melted into pleasure. You threw your head back, resting it on Cell's shoulder. "That's it, just give in.~" He huffed and started to buck his hips up. Frieza matched his pace, moaning softly. You were on the verge of screaming out for them to stop, but the pleasure soon started to swarm you. As they both hit your most sensitive spots, you cried out their name. Cell laughed loudly, spreading your legs wider and pounded deeper into you. Frieza hissed and grabbed your ankles, pushing your legs back. You felt like you were being ripped apart. The pleasure started to build up more and more for everyone. Cell panted, turning your head to look at him, "You feel so good. So…perfect. I could eat you up in one fucking bite!~" He growled and grabbed your jaw, wrapping his other arm around your torso. "Speak up, pet. Tell us what you want! Now!" Frieza glared down at you, "Listen to us and we'll give it to you!" He adjusted himself, fixing the position he was in to squat over you. This caused him to go deeper.

Your eyes rolled back, you were nearly there. "F-fuck!! Please!! Just…let me cum!!" You cried out, repeating the word 'please' over and over again. The two men looked at each other through the darkness and nodded. Ramming their raging cocks deeper inside of you, their pace quickened. Cell gave you soft praise while Frieza degraded you, you were in a whirl of emotions and pleasure. "I knew you were a weak slut when I hired you!! You're nothing more than a sick, twisted bitch that needs to be bred!" Frieza roared out, cumming inside of you. He hissed and exhaled through his teeth, riding out his orgasm like a feral animal. He leaned over, letting go of your ankles, and clawed at the walls. Cell chuckled again before letting out a low moan, he leaned over to bite you. You were overstimulated and wailed out, crying and cumming at the same time. Your legs started to shake as you managed to squirt your essence on the tyrant and the android. "Y-yes! Yes!" Cell panted out, pumping his and Frieza's cum deeper in you, "Let go! Give in to your desires!" He kissed your neck and back. You bite your lip, your eyes start to roll back before everything started to fade.

Frieza let out a low groan as he pulled out of you. Cell hummed in delight as he pulled away too, gently placing you on the floor. "Well, that was delicious. Thank you, (y/n), for the meal. I couldn't get enough.~" He said, amused at his work. Frieza, back in his usual form, came over to look at what was done. The entire closet was a mess and it smelled. He scrunched up his nose and looked at Cell, "We should help clean them up. I would hate for our new toy to be any more humiliated." Cell nodded and helped, "Our, lhuh?" Frieza stayed silent and glared as he gently cleaned you. "Don't fucking push it."

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sundove88 · 5 months ago

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DBZ: Waves of Freedom Chapter 5: Ebb And Flow

A smile crossed Vegeta’s face as he made his way through the halls of Empire Oil Drilling Corps, making his way to Frieza’s office with the letter in hand, he knew exactly what he was doing. It was only early morning, so Frieza wasn’t in his office at the time, but he knew this was the perfect opportunity to get the letter there and then out of there. As he took the first steps into the office of his cruel boss, he left the letter there and wiped the sweat off his brow. He almost felt finally free- all that was left was to become a merman and he would never have to be restrained again. Mere moments after Vegeta left the office and hurried down to the beach, he was more confident than ever, and he approached Goku, who was holding the crystal shell in his hands and was ready to take him to someplace where his transformation could be initiated. “Ready to go, Best Buddy?”, asked the merman as he placed the crystal shell in Vegeta’s hand. The young employee just smiled and nodded gratefully. “Yes, Kakarot. More than anything.”, he said, immediately following Goku into the water, followed by one last look at the city he had been confined to for years. Swimming in his office clothing with his swim trunks beneath them felt strange, but it was nothing compared to what would happen next.

Just mere moments after they left for the secret place where Vegeta could be changed into a merman, Frieza had already read through the resignation letter and was fuming with anger. “WHAT?! WHERE DID HE GO?! EXPLAIN!” He screeched as he crumpled the letter in his fist, the paper crunching loudly in the tense silence of the office. The normally timid Appule approached his boss, pointing to the open window near his desk. “Maybe he drowned?”, he asked, hoping that Frieza would believe him, but to no avail. Frieza’s glare intensified at those words, making Appule shrink back in fear. “Do you take me for a fool, Appule? Find him or else. Now.” His words seethed with anger and rage. In the break room, the atmosphere was thick with unease. The usual chatter was replaced by worried whispers as employees gathered, sipping their morning coffee. Zarbon and Dodoria stood near the coffee machine, their expressions mirroring the tension in the air. “Have you heard about Vegeta?”, questioned Zarbon as he sipped his coffee. Dodoria stood by Zarbon. “Yeah, he didn’t show up to work today. That’s not like him at all,” he answered. Sorbet, Tagoma, and Shisami joined the conversation in the break room. “Do you think something happened to him?”, started Sorbet. Shisami nodded in response. “It’s possible. He’s been under a lot of pressure lately.” “I heard Frieza found a resignation letter. Can you imagine the fallout?”, added Tagoma.

The Ginyus then entered the room, their faces full of worry and theories about how Vegeta could’ve just disappeared off the face of the earth. Recoome went first. “What makes you think he drowned?!”, he said. “He’s a strong swimmer!” Guldo claimed as he drew out a diagram of Vegeta’s possible escape. Ginyu supported the claim. “There is no way he could’ve just jumped out the window like that!”, he added as he drew the height of the building. “And it’s one long way down to the streets below…” Jeice added. “He could’ve faceplanted!”, yelled Burter. Zarbon shook his head. “This doesn’t make sense. Vegeta wouldn’t just leave without a word. There must be more to this.”, he said. Dodoria agreed with his coworker. “Frieza is going to be furious. We need to stay out of his way.”, he replied as sweat dripped down. The tension in the room was palpable as everyone exchanged worried glances. The implications of Vegeta’s sudden departure are not lost on any of them. Meanwhile, at the office, Appule stood by the open window, staring out at the city below. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore in the distance reaches his ears, a reminder of the nearby ocean. “Maybe he really did drown… or maybe…” he muttered to himself. He then glanced back at Frieza, who was pacing the room with fury over the disappearance of his “best employee”. Maybe he found a way to escape. But how? Appule thought to himself. But little did he know, he was closer to the truth than anyone else.

While chaos was going on back at Empire Oil Drilling Corps, Goku and Vegeta had made it to the secret location where Vegeta could undergo the transformation into a merman, even though it would cost him his life on land and any connections he made on land. They had chosen a secret cove, free from prying eyes and any lingering suspicion that could possibly expose them. Goku smiled as Vegeta held out the crystal shell for him to take. “Are you ready, Vegeta? Once you do this, there’s no going back.” He said as he placed the crystal shell to Vegeta’s chest, its glow beginning to intensify. “Yes. I can’t wait to start my new life, to be honest.”, Vegeta replied as he began to contemplate what color his merman tail would be. “I like the sound of that. Anyways; if there’s a color you’d like your new fins to be, just tell me now before the transformation starts.”, Goku reassured as he held Vegeta’s hand to keep him steady. “Blue… it’s always been my favorite color. It’s been the color of royalty, the ocean, and of course, sapphires- a gem I always connect to the ocean with.”, he said as he fully embraced the shell as he pressed it against his chest, and upon doing so, his body began to contort into uncomfortable poses due to the seemingly crushing water pressure, and a large teal bubble swallowed him whole. “Don’t be afraid, Vegeta. The crystal shell will do the rest.”, Goku added as the changes began as the crushing feeling went away and Vegeta relaxed himself within the bubble.

Wanting nothing more than for his muscles to relax at last, Vegeta decided to let the shell’s magic flow through his human body, with an ethereal golden whirlpool forming around his lower half. As he felt the ethereal forces caressing him and his ebony hair flow freely in the current in the bubble, his corporate office wear disintegrated into gentle flakes of foam, fading away as if the cage of his old life was finally being broken; and was then left in his swimwear as the changes began to continue. Inside the ethereal golden vortex, Vegeta’s legs sprouted scales of ultramarine, cobalt, and royal blue, and as more scales appeared akin to butterfly kisses, his swim trunks disintegrated into foam as well, only for the waistband to remain and change into the transparent light blue belt fin that would adorn his tail. The changes to his legs followed, with them elongating and morphing as the changes took hold, and the same went for his feet- they became webbed with the same transparent light blue material that made up his belt fin, and the webbing between his toes grew until they overcame his feet and became transparent light blue fins, which fanned out and burst from the bottom of the golden vortex surrounding Vegeta. With all of his strength, he formed a perfect arch with his lower half, effectively fusing the two halves of his new tail together into a singular limb, the space between the two halves effectively being reduced to nothing.

As the bubble finally burst in a flash of light and the golden swirl faded away, Vegeta forgot that he could breathe underwater, and started panicking and flailing, oblivious to the fact that he had obtained gills. Goku, being supportive as ever, swam over and helped him to the surface for his first breath of air as a merman. “It’s ok, Vegeta. Anyone who’s been turned into a merperson doesn’t know they can breathe underwater, but they’ve got someone to help them through it.”, he said, before gesturing to Vegeta’s submerged lower torso. “And guess what? You have a tail! You’re a merman now!”, he shouted excitedly, causing Vegeta to snap out of his panic attack and look down in awe, letting out a wordless gasp as his fins swished in the water around him, alongside scales that glimmered in the sunlit water, while the remaining sparkles and a few wisps of golden mist from the transformation on the tip of his tailfin faded away into the water surrounding him. “I… I can’t believe it. It’s real.”, he said to himself. He swished his tail experimentally, marveling at the power and fluidity it gave him. As he gazed towards the sunlight from where he was in the ocean, tears of joy filled his eyes, as proof that he would never be confined again. The sensation of freedom was overwhelming, and for the first time in a long while, he felt truly alive. But more than anything, he had found his true voice- one that not even Frieza could silence. He checked his whole body, and saw that his clothes, the very shackles that were condemning him to life on land, were gone. Thrilled, he noticed the Empire Oil Drilling Corps button backed pin on the seafloor, the last clothing item he ever had of his old life, picked it up, and threw it into the depths of the ocean, where he’d never see it again. Farewell, Empire Oil Drilling Corps. He thought as the pin splashed into the water and straight towards the sandy bottom of the sea.

“Let’s take this baby for a test run!”, he said before diving underwater. In a moment, he leapt out of the water in a perfect arch akin to a whale breaching the waves, the sunlight dancing off his scales and making it look like a waterfall of sapphires. He landed back in the ocean with a splash that sent up water droplets that glistened in the light, thrilled to be free at last. “Haha, now that’s what I’m talking about! You’ve suffered and endured so much on land, but look at where you are now! With that being said, let’s get you settled in.”, Goku replied, but not before Vegeta tackle hugged him, his royal blue tail intertwining with Goku’s orange fins. “Thank you, best buddy. For everything.”, he replied, tears of joy filling his eyes once more, as they floated up to the surface via a stream of silver bubbles, bidding the world above farewell. “You’re more than welcome, best buddy. There’s so much more I wanna show you, and learning how to swim like a merman is the first amongst them.”, Goku said. “That sounds perfect. I could really use the lesson,” replied Vegeta as he ran his fingers through his hair. “Race you to Atlantis, best buddy!”, Goku shouted as he took off across the coral reef. Vegeta immediately tried to catch up, his royal blue tail cutting through the water like a sailfish. “Wait up, Kakarot! You know I can’t swim like you just yet!”, he replied playfully before doing a spinner dolphin like leap out of the water to try and best his friend, and he accidentally scattered a conga line of multicolored fish when he dove back in. Luckily, the fish immediately went back into their positions, as if nothing had happened. “See how peaceful and gentle life is down here?”, Goku said excitedly. “Yes, and I’ve never felt so alive!”, Vegeta laughed, followed by him doing a corkscrew through the water.

They were now off to explore the vast ocean and get Vegeta settled into a new life beneath the waves. It was everything he had always wanted, and he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

The End

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blossombriefs · 11 months ago

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🩷Full-Length Stories:

Legendary (Broly) - ONGOING

🩷One Shots:

Noodles (Goku) - SFW Agora Hills (Goku) - NSFW [18+] Chateau (Vegeta) - NSFW [18+]

🩷Headcanons:

Goku Fluffy Headcanons - SFW Vegeta Fluffy Headcanons - SFW Broly Fluffy Headcanons - SFW Gohan Fluffy Headcanons - SFW Raditz Fluffy Headcanons - SFW Future Trunks Fluffy Headcanons - SFW Goku Smutty Headcanons - NSFW [18+] Vegeta Smutty Headcanons - NSFW [18+] Raditz Smutty Headcanons - NSFW [18+] Broly Smutty Headcanons - NSFW [18+]

🩷Requests:

Frieza Fluffy Headcanons - SFW Broly x Short Reader Headcanons - SFW Thaw This Frozen Heart (Frieza) (One Shot) - SFW

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icejinlov3r · 3 months ago

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Hey guys!! I wanted to share this AMAZING commission done by @kuura-zama on Twitter. It’s a title cover for my favorite fic “Dungeons and Dragon Balls”

If anyone hasn’t read it, and wants to check it out, I’ll leave a link for it here.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45927976/chapters/115600171

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lethalhades · 2 months ago

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The love of an tyrant and a warrior

(hey guys, so it's been a mintue since i've wrote fanfiction so please bare with me. Im very much gratful for you taking your time to read this. also I was inspired from someone on a03 and I loved it so much that i decided to write again.)

Chapter 1: stolen breath

The universe being spared had to be celebrated, bulma’s idea of course.

The fight was really neck to neck with jiren and goku’s battle being the most exciting anyone has ever seen. Probably won’t see for a while too, yamcha being one of those who won’t be able to.

Knowing he wasn’t picked to join the battle for obvious reasons he still wanted to at least spectate, He was catching up with Krillin, who was animatedly recounting tales from the tournament.

“So… about that Frieza fight you couldn’t stop talking about,” Yamcha said, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

Krillin’s eyes widened, a grin spreading across his face. “Oh man, it was hilarious! There was a fighter, his name was toppo. He completely underestimated him and Frieza ended up getting wrecked!” Krillin chuckled, looking up at Yamcha. “I never thought I’d see someone so confident get taken down so fast.”

Yamcha chuckled, imagining the scene, but his thoughts were soon interrupted by an unexpected sight across the room.

There, in the corner, stood Frieza, the infamous emperor of the universe, brooding in silence. To add to the absurdity, a party hat sat atop his head, a mockery placed there by none other than Beerus. The god of destruction clearly found amusement in Frieza’s discomfort.

“What’s he doing here?” Yamcha’s voice trembled slightly as he glanced over at Frieza, uncertainty etched on his face. He hadn’t expected to see Frieza at Bulma’s party, much less in such a humiliating state.

His friend looked over at him and said, “as scary as it is. he’s still a bad guy, but he won’t hurt us as long as Beerus, Goku, and Vegeta are here to keep an eye on him.”

Even that failed to soothe the warrior’s restless mind. Frieza felt the simmering frustration build within him, knowing he couldn’t unleash his ki energy without drawing the others' attention. The moment he considered making a move, he realized they would sense it instantly, and that thought only intensified his anger.

The notion of being so restrained, so monitored, made his fury boil over even more than it had before.

“Hey, Yamcha!” came a cheerful voice from behind him, startling him out of his thoughts. He turned to see Bulma standing there, her vibrant smile lighting up the room. The unexpectedness of her presence made his heart race for a moment, but he quickly relaxed, grateful for her familiar energy.

“You really can’t just sneak up on me like that!” he exclaimed, a teasing edge to his voice. He took a moment to steady himself, still reeling from the shock. “You almost gave me a heart attack! I know you’re fast, but come on, a little warning next time would be nice!”

Bulma chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “My bad! I just wanted to see what was going on over here.” Her playful demeanor brought back a flood of memories, reminding him of the unforgettable moments they had shared.

Even now, her presence filled him with warmth and a sense of comfort he couldn’t quite shake.

Reminded that everything they had shared was now in the past, he felt the need to push those memories deep down. “Nothing special has been happening over here,” he said, forcing a casual tone. “I’ve just been playing baseball.”

Even though it wasn’t much, Bulma listened intently, her eyes bright with interest. They chatted for a while as the party continued to swirl around them, the sounds of laughter and music filling the air.

Eventually, Bulma shared some surprising news. “You won’t believe this, but Frieza was revived and actually joined the Universe 7 team,” she said, her tone a mix of disbelief and practicality. She explained how it hadn’t been an easy decision, but given the stakes, they had to consider all their options. Frieza, despite his dark past, was undeniably powerful, and the team needed every bit of strength they could muster.

“Feels like a nightmare for killin being brought to life.” Yamcha joked.

Bulma felt a slight laugh rise in her throat before she continued speaking. Yamcha found himself intrigued; the nature of their enemies fascinated him, even if it belonged to a world far removed from his own. Glancing over at the emperor, he noticed Vegeta and Frieza locked in yet another heated argument.

Their egos clashed like storms both too proud, too powerful to yield.

"They’ve been going at it since the tournament," she said with a nervous laugh, her tone almost pleading. "But honestly, I’d rather not see them destroy the planet today."

It was as if she were begging Yamcha or anyone nearby to step in and defuse the tension. But these two Vegeta and Frieza had power levels that dwarfed his own.

What could he possibly do to ease the situation?

Feeling Frieza's ki ripple through the air, prickling his skin and those around him, Yamcha knew he had to act quickly. Speed-walking over to them, he tried to keep his voice steady. “Vegeta, lord Frieza… it looks like you two have a little disagreement. Aren’t you tired after all the fighting you’ve done already?”

Both of them turned to look at him. Frieza’s gaze was piercing, radiating contempt as if Yamcha were beneath him. "I don’t need a fragile being breaking up my fights," he sneered.

Before Yamcha could respond, Vegeta interjected, crossing his arms with a smirk. “You’d better be grateful he did, Frieza. He saved you from another trip to hell.”

With that, Vegeta turned and walked away, knowing that Bulma would want him to leave things alone. Yamcha let out a sigh of relief. At least, for now, the peace was kept. Left alone with the emperor, Yamcha found himself unsure of what to do.

Should he try to make small talk, simply walk away, or keep things cordial to stay on Bulma’s good side?

Without thinking, he spoke up, a trace of nervousness still in his voice. “Uh—L-Lord Frieza, maybe you’d like something to drink? Or maybe a bite to eat?” He forced a friendly smile, though his pulse raced.

Frieza’s cold glare met him in response. “Are you trying to tell me what to do?”

“What?! No, never, Lord Frieza!” Yamcha replied quickly, his smile widening as a cover for his nerves. “It’s just…most people are in a better mood after they've had something to eat, that’s all.”

Frieza’s stare didn’t soften, but Yamcha held his ground, hoping he hadn’t just signed his own death warrant.

“Show me to this food, peasant,” Frieza finally commanded after a long, tense silence.

Yamcha didn’t hesitate, quickly leading Frieza to the spread that Bulma and the others had prepared. There was an impressive variety, but Yamcha noticed Frieza’s gaze lingering on the seafood, especially the snow crabs, which had been cooked to perfection.

“These are snow crabs, and—” Yamcha started to explain.

“Just bring me the crabs. I want nothing else,” Frieza ordered curtly, not even glancing in his direction.

Yamcha hurriedly grabbed a plate and loaded it with snow crabs before setting it in front of Frieza. Without a moment’s pause, Frieza cracked one open effortlessly. Yamcha could only hope they’d meet the emperor’s standards. He sat down across from Frieza, keeping just enough distance to make a quick escape if things took a turn.

Frieza paused, wiping his mouth with deliberate elegance before fixing Yamcha with a cold stare.

“Hmm. Perhaps I’ll reconsider killing you,” he drawled, his tone laced with menace. “Interrupting my discussion with that Saiyan could have been your final mistake.”

Yamcha felt his stomach twist. Frieza’s animosity toward the Saiyans was as strong as ever, but he seemed aware enough of the limits that Goku or even Beerus might enforce. Still, Yamcha knew he was in dangerous territory.

“Uh—well, I’m just…grateful to still be breathing,” Yamcha managed, his smile strained.

Frieza raised an eyebrow, a cruel smirk tugging at his lips. “Grateful?” he sneered. “I would think someone in your position should be on their knees in gratitude.”

Yamcha felt a chill run through him. Frieza’s power was unimaginable, and one wrong move could turn him to dust in an instant. He’d faced powerful foes before, but Frieza was something else entirely calculating, merciless, and completely willing to wipe out anyone or anything in his way. Suppressing his anxiety, Yamcha forced himself to remain calm, hoping respect would keep Frieza’s wrath at bay.

With a flicker of amusement in his eyes, Frieza continued. “Yes…you have a certain charm,” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Perhaps I’ll keep you as a servant. A tolerable price for putting up with these Saiyan apes.”

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