#happy frieza day

[nm-mattuz]

Frieza Headcanon for Frieza day:

Frieza is female. Also frost demons reproduce like the whip-tailed lizard (asexually) and thus are all female.

[klaudia96art]

hello everyone here are the February comm thank you so much for supporting me during this period that has been really difficult after this story thank you so much for commissioning me again ❤️♥️ @icejinlov3r @looneytoony12 @mouseycometz @angelicsatin @spellcore

@iholli @mechbones @charlienitram

[amelheth]

Would you give your heart?

I missed these two. What a way to start off 2025?

[elenart169]

💜🌷Happy Valentine's Day🌷💜

(I didn't have time to draw anything special, sorry ;;)

[acuteobserv4tion]

Goku: Hey, dad.

Bardock: Hmm?

Goku: I was wondering... What can you tell me about Frieza?

Bardock: 💢

Goku: ...uh

Bardock: We don't talk about Frieza.

Goku: I know. But like hypothetically, if he were to see you...

Bardock: God damn it, Kakarot! Go do something useful before they get here.

Goku: I just wanna know if it was generally negative or, like, less negative...

Gine pops out of nowhere: It was insane!

Bardock: Gine.

Gine: There was this bright light and bah Bah Bah BOW!!!

Bardock: Gine!

Gine:🤭 what

Bardock: Ugh.

Bardock: We don't talk about Frieza, no, no, no. We don't talk about Frieza.

But!

Raditz was a little shi-

Gine: Raditz was a cutie

Bardock: The Prince was a baby, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky

Gine: And then King Cold's ship stopped by

Bardock: Frieza steps in with an ominous grin

Gine: Danger!

Bardock: You telling this story, or am I?

Gine: I'm sorry, Mr. Saiyantist🫡😋

Bardock: Called Saiyans home and cut us off

Gine: Bardock got the escape pod~

Bardock: In doing so, he blows us up

Gine: Believing tales of the gods~

Bardock: Ensuring his reign never stops

Gine: What a tragic day. What more to say

Both: We don't talk about Frieza, no, no, no. We don't talk about Frieza.

King Vegeta: Learned to live in fear of Frieza's temperance and grumbling. Figure out the best way to avoid the bodies tumbling. I associate the screams of pain with pointing hands.

pew, pew, pew

King Vegeta: Legacy and legions of the family's fumblings. Allied with a God that said our kind will need humbling. Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand.

Do you understand?

Raditz: 5 foot 2 frame, slimey like a lizard.

When you catch his eye, the chills rival a blizzard

Yeah, he haunts your dreams.

Feasts on your screams.

Bardock: Hey! Hits Raditz upside the head

We don't talk about Frieza, no, no, no.

All: We don't talk about Frieza.

Selypa: They told us to join the fight while our comrades fled

Toma: Beat within an inch of life, hanging on by a thread

Toteppo: They told me all my hair would disappear. Now look at my head

All: Your fate is sealed when the icejin want you dead.

Prince Vegeta: He told me that the throne at his knees was predestined to never be mine

He told me that my power would thrive, so long as the saiyans stayed in line

Nappa: My leige, King Cold is on his way

King Vegeta: He told me that my son would be his

Taken away from me, a prize held as leverage

There's nothing I can do

Prince Vegeta: Third class. I want not a sound out of you.

King V: Is there nothing I can do!

Goku: uhm Frieza

Yeah, about that Frieza

I really need to fight this Frieza

Give me the strength to defeat that Frieza.

Raditz: Oh, your Highness, the emperor's here!! Gets smacked with a tail

And then Cacophony of Epicness.

So. Frickin. COOL.

Imagine if people worked with OP to make a whole animatic. Or if TFS did another song parody with their voice actors. Jorongbak is a frickin genius.

[anonymous-harpy]

I COMPLETELY WOOSHED

Yesterday was Friends Day!

@icejinlov3r because I talk to you often enough for my brain to properly register you as a fwend

And to my mutuals that my brain hasn't filed into the friend category yet

[acuteobserv4tion]

Goku: Hey, dad.

Bardock: Hmm?

Goku: I was wondering... What can you tell me about Frieza?

Bardock: 💢

Goku: ...uh

Bardock: We don't talk about Frieza.

Goku: I know. But like hypothetically, if he were to see you...

Bardock: God damn it, Kakarot! Go do something useful before they get here.

Goku: I just wanna know if it was generally negative or, like, less negative...

Gine pops out of nowhere: It was insane!

Bardock: Gine.

Gine: There was this bright light and bah Bah Bah BOW!!!

Bardock: Gine!

Gine:🤭 what

Bardock: Ugh.

Bardock: We don't talk about Frieza, no, no, no. We don't talk about Frieza.

But!

Raditz was a little shi-

Gine: Raditz was a cutie

Bardock: The Prince was a baby, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky

Gine: And then King Cold's ship stopped by

Bardock: Frieza steps in with an ominous grin

Gine: Danger!

Bardock: You telling this story, or am I?

Gine: I'm sorry, Mr. Saiyantist🫡😋

Bardock: Calls Saiyans home, then cut us off

Gine: Bardock got the escape pod~

Bardock: In doing so, he blows us up

Gine: Believing tales of the gods~

Bardock: Ensuring his reign never stops

Both: What a tragic day. What more to say

We don't talk about Frieza, no, no, no. We don't talk about Frieza.

King Vegeta: Learned to live in fear of Frieza's temperance and grumbling. Figure out the best way to avoid the bodies tumbling. I associate the screams of pain with pointing hands.

pew, pew, pew

King Vegeta: Legacy and legions of the family's fumblings. Allied with a God that said our kind will need humbling. Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand.

Do you understand?

Raditz: 5 foot 2 frame, slimey like a lizard.

When you catch his eye, the chills rival a blizzard

Yeah, he haunts your dreams.

Feasts on your screams.

Bardock: Hey! Hits Raditz upside the head

We don't talk about Frieza, no, no, no.

All: We don't talk about Frieza.

Selypa: They told us to join the fight, or they'd have my head

Toma: Beat within an inch of life, hanging on by a thread

Nappa: They told me all my hair would disappear. Now look at my head

All: Your fate is sealed when the icejin want you dead.

Prince Vegeta: He told me that the throne at his knees was predestined to never be mine

He told me that my power would thrive, so long as the saiyans stayed in line

Nappa: My leige, King Cold is on his way

King Vegeta: He told me that my son would be his

Taken away from me, a prize held as leverage

There's nothing I can do

Prince Vegeta: Third class. I want not a sound out of you.

King V: Is there nothing I can do!

Goku: uhm Frieza

Yeah, about that Frieza

I really need to fight this Frieza

Give me the strength to defeat that Frieza.

Raditz: Oh, your Highness, the emperor's here!! Gets smacked with a tail

And then Cacophony of Epicness.

So. Frickin. COOL.

Imagine if people worked with OP to make a whole animatic. Or if TFS did another song parody with their voice actors. Jorongbak is a frickin genius.

We don't talk about Bruno's been playing on a nonstop loop in my head for more than 2 weeks so have Encanto Z

SEVEN FOOT- wait, no,

We don't talk about Frieza No no no

We don't talk about Frieza

And I don't know how to end this post so here's a mess of them circling around Goku singing their own parts

[piccoloswifers]

Piccolo X Wife!Reader

Different things you do that make your husband go 🥰🥵😏

TW: A little spicy, Sex, Violence against Frieza

Being Piccolo's wife was more than just a title, it was proof of how irresistible you were to anybody and everybody

At least, that's what Piccolo believed because nobody and nothing else was as addictive as you were. He couldn't get enough of you the moment he had met you

The needy feeling hadn't dwindled even a moment once the two of you became an official couple. If anything, it got worse the more he was exposed to your adorableness

You found yourself unintentionally catching your husband's intense attention all the time, you weren't even trying to seduce him. Really!!

Though it's your fault he has these urges to pleasure and tease you now, he wasn't insatiable like this until his first time being intimate with you

You've made a monster out of him 😏

BUT-

You genuinely turn him on without even trying and the knowledge makes your whole body flush when you really think about it

One time you're watching the Trunks and Goten play, Pan cuddled up against you as you rock baby Bulla to sleep, a soft smile on your face as you soak up the sun

You felt your husband's presence and waited for him to come sit with you, eager to lean against him and make the moment even more perfect

Only Piccolo doesn't move, instead frozen and staring at the blissfully domestic moment between you and all the little ones

He's taking in the sight of your lips, the sounds of your contented sighs, and the feeling of happiness radiating off of you and the children

He's suddenly spurred into action when you open your eyes in confusion and pout at him, overcome with the urge to squeeze you tight

"Piccolo? Are you going to come sit with u-oh~!"

You let out a happy gasp as your husband storms forward and gently(but firmly) grabs the back of your head, kissing you hard and purposefully

It's somehow hot and sweet at the same time, his fangs nipping at your lips a little too roughly before he pulls away with a flustered look, plopping himself down next to you and crossing his arms

You lean your head on him as you catch your breath, face flushed and body buzzing pleasantly, only to be embarrassed all over again when a strong arm pulls you by the hips until you're pressed tightly against Piccolo

His eyes are closed, and his lips are set in their usual frown, but you can feel his desire for you in how firmly he holds you close

At some point, you end up in his lap, and he refuses to let you move, a large hand rubbing your hip in a way that should be soothing but instead feels suggestive

Maybe you two are a little too obvious when you're returning the kids back to their parents, practically racing out the door once the drop-off happens

Not that you care all that much when suddenly your husband is pressing you against the front door and licking inside your mouth in a way that feels dirty

And especially not when he lets out a particularly delicious sounding grunt as you yank him closer by the fabric of his clothes, the two of you making heated eye contact as his tongue glides across your own

You still don't know what you did to get that reaction out of him...

Or, like the time when everyone was gathered together to face the problem of a new foe, settled next to Piccolo as Vegeta yelled at Goku for not taking things seriously

Your frown showed your worry, a feeling that only got worse when Piccolo had offered to hold off the foe to try and give Goku and Vegeta more time for their plan

You whipped your head around fast to look at him, your hand gripping his arm tightly and lips parted with protest

But he didn't even flinch, gaze locked with Goku's as he subtly shook his head at you

The only reassurance you get in that moment is when he covers your hand with his own, giving it a gentle squeeze before taking your hand off of him

You're upset at him for the rest of the day after that, torn between wanting to yell at him or needing to cling to him

So you settled for both, grabbing his big pointy ear and yelling at him for making such a huge decision without you

As much as it hurt and was embarrassing for him to treated like this, some part of him was enjoying it(freak!!!!)

Your upset reaction just reminds him of how much you love him, and that's all his mind can focus on, tuning you out unintentionally

Suddenly, he's putting a hand over your mouth and staring at you with a fond expression before he leans in close as if sharing a precious secret with you

"I love you too, Y/N."

You're too confused and flustered to even realize that he's picking you up and carrying you to the bedrooms, your legs instinctively wrapping around him

You manage to pull away between kisses, blushing when he starts nibbling and kissing down your throat instead. You can't help but hit his back before guiding his lips back to yours

"We're finishing this conversation later..!"

Your husband only smirks at you and chuckles before going back in for a rough kiss, his sharp nails digging into your hips as he pins you down suddenly

Or there was the time that you were stuck with Frieza while everyone was preparing for another tournament, the frost demon seemingly taking an interest in you

You were trying to keep the peace and not pick a fight with the crazy tyrant so you held your tongue whenever he gave you a backhanded compliment

Which was difficult when Frieza insisted that you be his escort around Earth while he was there

"Oh my~ It's amazing to me that you can keep such a lovely physique when you eat like that~"

"Huh, I suppose it is true what they say! With great age comes even greater wisdom!"

"You're so brave for going out in public in that outfit!"

Even if you had never known all the horrible things Frieza had done to your husband and friends, you're sure you would hate him just the same for all his mean girl quips

But you held strong all the same, ignoring each dig with all the grace and patience you could muster

Until Frieza realized that you and Piccolo were an item, he just couldn't resist, Frieza had to say something when he saw you coax a quick kiss out of your husband

"Oh, how precious~ It would seem that beauty has tamed the great green beast-"

Only to end up shocked when you suddenly whipped around and slapped him hard across the mouth, it wasn't even the pain that got to him, just the audacity

"I have had enough of your smart comments! I don't care what you say about me but don't you dare talk about my husband or else I'll kill you myself!"

You're hitting Frieza repeatedly, emphasizing your point when suddenly Piccolo is throwing you over his shoulder and walking away

"Goku! I want you to rip his tail off for me so I can mount it on my wall! Right above the bed! Then I want you to-HEY!"

"Haha! Anything you say, Y/N!"

You gasp and finally look back as best you can, feeling your husband's fangs nipping the meat of your ass as he carries you away from a trembling Frieza

It probably looked like Piccolo was making a retreat with you to protect you from Frieza, but the reality of the situation was that he was turned on by how fiercely you protected him

Seeing you slowly become more and more annoyed with Frieza before suddenly snapping in a rage of sexy fury was just intoxicating for him. Even more so knowing he's the reason for the snap in the first place

Piccolo starts to wonder if he's got some Saiyan in him because the sight of you making such a powerful foe cower for even attempting to insult him shouldn't be so hot

You go from angry to embarrassed as your husband nuzzles where he bit you, hitting his back and kicking your legs, which only makes him more pleased

"Mm, what a fierce little wife I have..."

You can't help but shiver when he lets out an appreciative rumble, rubbing the back of your legs to calm your kicks as he opens the bedroom door

"It's natural for me to want to protect the man I love, especially from someone who's already hurt him far too much..."

Your soft, genuine tone and the way you grip the back of his cape is what does him in, tossing you down onto the bed and climbing on top of you in a way that could only be described as predatory

Somehow, in a drunken heavy fog of pleasure, you catch your husband mumbling something under his breath before diving back in to give you a bruising kiss, pushing his body flush against yours as if trying to fuse with you

"You're going to be death of me, I swear..."

You can only moan and dig your nails a little harder into his back, locking him against you with your legs around his hips

"Ha...if you die...take me with you..."

Those are only a few instances of Piccolo's melting for you, the reality of it is that there isn't a single day that goes by that Piccolo isn't getting some form of cuteness aggression because of you

And if it's not cuteness aggression, then he's straight up getting turned on

But it's not like you don't jump your husband's bones over little things too, you two were far too infatuated with each other not to

Piccolo is so obviously whipped for you that Chi-Chi and Bulma often whine about how jealous they are of your marriage

You can't help it though, you two are so ridiculously addicted to each other

[cellsywellsy]

★Fanfics I've read that I love! ★

(The ones that I can remember.. (๑°⌓°๑) )

Teardrops

By: Jax_Dax on Ao3

-Dragon Ball FighterZ

-Reader paired with Frieza

-67,126 Words

-29/29 Chapters

-Completed!! (˃ꌂ˂⁎)

This fanfic basically surrounded around the reader who was an old dragon ball fan when she was younger however that fact was never really accepted with the readers parents, so she ended up removing it with her life and followed her parents. One day she was really minding her own business until she started hearing voices around her house, next thing you know she wakes up in friezas body. (Mild description but I promise you it's good! 😭)

This was super good for what it was trying to get across, you could really feel that your really involved in the game and the author really found ways to get the reader included even more. The only problem that I would have to address is that there was some points where the reader and Frieza was missing some chemistry, but I feel like it was only because the author was afraid of making Frieza ooc which is totally understandable : ) I loved it regardless. I give it a good 8/10(ﾉ´∀｀*)

Loverbug

By: axolotlKitten on Ao3

-Dragon ball super (takes place after ToP)

-Reader paired with Cell

-77,394 Words

-26/? Chapters

- Not Completed(′へ`、)

In this story the reader has to take another route home because of the damage of the usual road she travels to. Later she gets lost and has no idea where to go!! That was until she was met with a huge figure on showing up on her headlights and realizes she almost hit something, it ends up being cell from all those years ago, still alive!? Hes weak,severely damaged and hurt, he needs help. These two end up making a deal, Cell helps her find her home in exchange of her home being a hiding place for him.

I CANNOT EXPRESS HOW AMAZING THIS FIC IS ( Ĭ ^ Ĭ )!!! This was my first cell/reader fic I've read and it's just amazing but not complete yet, however I wouldn't let it stop anyone from giving this a good read. The chemistry between the reader and cell is so freaking cute! It's my main inspiration from a fic I'm writing. The amount of butterfly's and drama, the romance!! Ugh so good easily a 10/10, just wish there was more (╥╯^╰╥)

Zed; The Last Thing I Expected

By: ShaScotty23 on Ao3

-Dragon Ball AU

-Reader/OC paired with Cell

-204,358 Words

-41/41 Chapters

-Completed!!٩( ᐛ )و

Lemona is a regular woman living in the city in which, she hates. She one night goes on a walk, and on that walk she hears something unusual in the bushes, it's a overally grown weird alien bug(larval form cell). Who seems to be injured. She then came up with a bright idea to take him in and take care of him until he heals. However this decision would seem to change her life, at least in her perspective to be the last thing she expected.

This was certainly a fanfic! A wild and very entertaining ride of emotions that I binged read in one night. I feel like the only thing that bothers me is the fact that there is a lot of scenes that I shouldn't be reading 😭 however it's just overall a good story even with the..you know. Anyway I have nothing but positive things to say about this fic, this is an AU without goku and takes things a different way then what dragon ball z did originally with cell, cell actually has free will!! And to be honest I love that, this version of cell is named Zed and is preferably called that way. This used to be a fic I would avoid because it's an OC/cell but I later warmed up to it and accepted it for what it was and I'm so happy that I did!! I give it a good 9.5/10 (^^)

Silly Hats and Party Favors

By: Nebrasska on Ao3

-Sonic the Hedgehog (All media types)

-Sonic paired with Shadow

-58,339 Words

-7/7 Chapters

-Completed!! (*˘︶˘*).。.:*♡

In this fic, shadow had broken something that was really precious to him, his motorcycle!! Rouge notices he's upset and comes up with a deal. Rouge would buy him a new motorcycle in exchange for him going to 5 different party's with her. And so, with tough consideration he accepted. Little did he know in every single one of those parties he would see a certain blue hedgehog.

This was actually The first Sonic fic I’ve read as well as Sonadow fic. It's so cute! And wholesome!! （●´∀｀）ノ♡If your one who's into lighthearted fics with a nice slow burn romance I would 100% recommend this one (if you also like Sonadow..) I actually stumbled upon this one on a tumblr post community thing and I guess I was curious, one thing came after another and now its one of my favs ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡. I give this a good 9/10 because I'm still a bit unfamiliar with the sonic franchise. Other than that, adorable!!! 💖

I know theres so many that I love, like some in One piece, Demon slayer, alot more in Dragon Ball. But these were the ones that I remembered at the moment (｡’▽’｡)♡ (plesse recomend me more :3)

[lovingfrieza]

Welcome Baby Kuriza😈🐣  

art credit to @klaudia96art <3

One of the happiest days of Tang’s life was the day Kuriza hatched from his egg, rivaling the day Frieza agreed to have the child in the first place. While he may not be her biological son, she couldn’t wait to love and help raise the little future tyrant, considering Frost Demon biology. 

Finally, the family of her dreams was in her grasp. She never knew her biological parents, and her adoptive parents had provided her with all the love and care she’d ever need. She wanted nothing more than to have that herself, a happy relationship, and a child to help guide. She’d watched her friends one by one start families, even Gohan, whom Tang watched grow up. And now it was her turn, along with Frieza and baby Kuriza.

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HE’S HERE !!! finally decided to take a character from an overly specific non canon dragon ball media and make him canon in Tang’s T2 Timeline with Frieza <3 He’s too precious to ignore as a potential child for them sooo I just went for it. Just wait for future art of him growing up and being cute :3 def planning on commissioning art of him and Pan playing together or something :D 

[dreadsuitsamus]

Lost Part 7 | Vegeta x Reader |

author's note: writing this final chapter took a long time, with several big droughts of inspiration. but the last few days i really strapped in and got to work, and it felt wonderful to work on this story again. thank you to everyone who read this story and enjoyed it and made sure to let me know how you felt about it 🩷 it's been a journey

pairing: vegeta x fem!reader

warnings: canon-typical violence, some alcohol consumption

Staring out into the night, you take another pull straight from the bottle of alcohol, eyes bloodshot and dark bags settled underneath. The liquor burns but it doesn't bother you— no pain will ever compare, match or surpass what you experienced today.

Tears blur your vision. Vegeta’s alive. There's no other explanation for what happened. That was a soul bond disintegrating and you were dying because Vegeta was dead. There are a litany of questions nagging your mind and you haven't got a single idea of how to answer any of them. You've never questioned the situation before, having gone through the entire grieving process many years ago with plenty of time to accept what had happened. Your life as you knew it was gone and there was nothing you could do about it. That was it. That was the end.

Everything's flipped around on its head now. The consequences of Saiyan mating weren't well-researched, and it was a common idea that the death of one meant the death of the other; but Saiyan Elites have always been different, and that was a strong enough belief held by you and your husband alike for you not to question it. His father survived the death of his wife, after all. That alone raises more questions, though they're not exactly important.

The realization that the King and Queen weren't mated would make for quite the story, however.

The bigger story, however, is that Vegeta survived one way or another on that day, and died just a few hours ago. It's as good as a fact in your mind now. In your delirium, all you felt was emptiness— you were more vacant than ever before. Vegeta's been connected to you all this time, so ingrained into your body and soul in a way that you didn't even realize until it was gone. The loneliness was haunting, the eerie silence crushing and bruising as your heart withered up in the face of your impending death.

You were this close to seeing him again.

Where has he been all this time? How did he survive the genocide, and what killed him? And why aren't you dead right now?

Not-so-simply put: Vegeta's alive. Against all odds, your husband still exists somewhere in this galaxy. Does he realize what you've come to understand? Is he able to, seeing as he's the one that died? Did he feel what you did, even a fraction of it? Does he feel only you now, just as you're suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling of undeniable proof that he's out there?

How are you supposed to go on now? He's alive.

What do you tell your son?

Biting your lip, you duck your head and allow the tears to fall again. To get his hopes up would be cruel, and to lie to him… Would it be worse?

Shaking your head, you down the rest of the liquor. Right now, what's best for you is to drink and push this all away. Vegeta's dead, and has been for many years now.

Nothing happened today. Nothing.

Vegeta stares out of the space pod, his body battered and more tired than he's ever felt. It's reasonable enough, seeing as it felt like he was on Namek for a trillion days long. Frieza’s gone now. The one that murdered his family, annihilated his race, destroyed his home planet and devastated him to his core. He should feel better, shouldn't he? His everything has been avenged.

He doesn't feel even an ounce of happiness.

It didn't bring you back. But… The feeling that it actually did hasn't gone away. Rubbing his chest, right where his heart lies, there's a feeling in him that he can't escape. It's deep within and he can't name it, can't explain or even understand it. But it's there, and all that's on his mind is his mate.

Is it possible?

In death, for however brief it was before his revival, he didn't see you. He didn't hear you, but he felt you everywhere. You were closer to him than you'd been since that dreadful day, and he still feels you now. But when he woke up on Namek, in that stupid grave Kakarot must’ve made, he realized the simple fact that he's always felt this. Felt you, even in your death.

The finality of death isn't what he once thought it was. And the bond between mates is stronger and goes further than he knew.

That bastard father of his never actually mated with his mother, did he? Oh, what he'd do to that old man if he had one more chance to see him… None of it would be good, that's for sure. Hell, he could collect the Dragon Balls and do just that—

The Dragon Balls.

He'd forgotten about them, namely Earth’s, since that pain in the ass Nappa ruined his initial plan to use them. This aimless wandering in the stars just got a lot more purposeful. Changing the course and making a steep turnaround right back to Earth, Vegeta’s heart thrums with anxiety rather than what should be anticipation.

He won't admit it, but deep down he's got a bad feeling about this. Something happened today, and this isn't over just yet.

V stares out the window of the door that looks to the backyard, watching as you drink on the swing in the yard. Just when he thought it was all over and he'd lost his best friend, you recovered. You weren't crying anymore, weren't in pain and weren't knocking on death's door. It was as if nothing happened at all.

Something. Happened.

‘Vegeta's dead. He's dead, he's dead, he's dead…’ The chanting haunts him as he ponders the situation. His father's been dead for almost twenty years… Or so he was told. The math isn't adding up anymore. If his father was truly already gone, then what caused your reaction today? And if he wasn't gone until today… Why did you recover?

And why won't you talk about what happened? You snapped out of it and walked away! It was all he could do to get even a word from you, and all you said was to leave it be??? How can he ignore this??

He can't. He won't.

All his life, you've been there. He's been loyal and grateful, and a good son. He deserves the truth. And maybe you don't have all the answers he wants right now. He'll give you some time to recuperate and mull it over, as a good son does. But the worry that you'll use the space to come up with lies instead nags at him, and a hurt he's never known before penetrates his chest.

Can he truly trust you?

He'll give you some time to gather your bearings. But sooner or later, and one way or another, he's going to seek the truth.

His last look to you before retiring to bed has a twinge of resentment layered in, and that new, small crack in his heart is only doomed to grow.

Your ribs ache with every inhale, the bones creaking and cracked and frankly, you're starting to get too old for this shit. Battle should be enjoyable for a Saiyan, but this here is anything but. Your son is relentless and strong and even as he faces two presumed enemies, he holds his own. Your disagreement with your husband, that staunch refusal to let him murder your pride, gives V just enough of an edge to keep up.

Vegeta has your son backed into a metaphorical corner, his expertise on the field being something V cannot overcome. Their brawl is just that— each punch lands and bruises or breaks, but Vegeta's gaining on V in a way that the young man doesn't know how to escape. Pure rage in work with his training has gotten V where he's at now, as a man that's won every fight he's ever had with you, though up against a parent that has no qualms with hurting him or even killing him, and especially versus one with the years of experience Vegeta has, he's failing.

You're moving without thinking now, landing a harsh kick into Vegeta's ribs and sending him away from your son. “No!”

“Pick a side, dammit!” Vegeta spits out as you've been decked solidly in the gut by a fist much larger than your own.

Growling and flying right at your son to retaliate, your hand wraps solidly around the collar of his shirt. “End the madness, V! Is this really what you want?!”

His golden brows knit together closely, the years of frustrations and anxiety laid out clear as day on his young face. “I already told you what I want: stop lying to me!”

There's a skip in your pulse; for years, ever since the incident, you've ignored what happened. Deny, deny, deny was the mantra; it was too hard to think about the way things really were. Reality was shattered that day for the second time in your adult life, and you chose the coward’s way of pretending it didn't happen.

It wasn't your finest decision, and you insulted that dear boy with every single insistence that he was simply being dramatic. The list of things he deserves is never-ending, but at the very top of the list is the cold fact that he was robbed of a strong mother that trusted him to be a man and handle the truth, and work with him rather than alienate and treat him like the boy he no longer was.

Your hesitation is quickly taken advantage of and V lands a knee to your gut that knocks the wind out of you and a creaky wheeze stumbles through your lips as his elbow meets your temple, crashing the sharp joint against that sensitive spot that has you reeling and dizzy. You're no sooner falling to your knees before Vegeta has reminded the boy of what he promised to do, the two of them left to fight while you lay concussed.

“You were alive this whole time.” V seethes at his father. His anger isn't purely reserved for his mother; hatred flows much easier for the man before him. Even with your awful knife in his back, there are still many years of memories— good ones— that cycle at an almost obsessive rate when he tries to sleep.

For his father, he only knows the betrayal of reality versus ideality.

“So were you— You don't see me crying like a baby about it!” Vegeta doesn't miss a step as he dodges a few kicks and punches.

“Mother never mentioned what a prick you are.” The young Saiyan spits out, feigning a right hook before sharply kicking his leg up, knocking his father right on the chin. Anger shakes Vegeta’s jaw as he spits out a bit of blood, his sharp teeth having cut into his tongue as a result. He quite hates the taste of blood, and the fact that this little shithead, son or not, can make him bleed encourages a flurry of punches and a surprise blast to the chest, burning off a piece of the armor his son wears.

“She certainly had a lot of shit to say about you!” Vegeta gripes, gripping the boy's collar and wrangling him to the ground and sending a dusting of red clay across the knuckles of his stained gloves.

V’s large hand comes to Vegeta’s face, gripping his cheeks tightly as he forces out a blast that sends his father flying up in the air off of him, not missing a single step as he flies off faster than any bullet to catch up to him. Raising his clasped hands high over his head and sending them down into Vegeta’s gut, the older Saiyan crashes right into the ground and creates quite the crater, plumes of red smoke and dust blanketing the area.

Though not one to ever lie still, Vegeta is back up and forcing a larger crater into the ground as he flies back up, fist primed for a powerful punch. It connects but doesn't phase his boy, and as a result a particularly harsh crack to the skull is delivered to him in kind. “You knew we were alive, didn't you?” V delivers a backhand sharper than his father's battle prowess, knocking a tooth loose in the process. “Why didn't you come for us?!”

Vegeta spits out the knocked tooth, dark brows knotted together at the implication. This kid doesn't know him at all, so who is he to suggest such a thing?! “Why the hell would I have known you were alive?!”

The look in V’s eyes, the pure rage and disgust he bears for his father, is a bit glassy and far gone now. It's the same look he gave you before he first beat you within an inch of your life. “You abandoned us… Fathered another… Laid with someone who isn't my mother, your mate. You're a sorry excuse of a man; nothing like my mother said you were.”

“Looks like your mother forgot to teach you to never meet your heroes, kid.”

“She was too busy teaching me all the things you should've; including my Saiyan pride!” V lunges again, decking his father solidly in the jaw and dammit did this brat just knock another tooth loose?? Trunks is about to have more teeth than Vegeta, at this rate!

Vegeta’s experience has been carrying him along well enough, and while this was once a training planet he spent many hours on several years ago, he doesn't exactly have the home field advantage. It shows, the terribly disadvantageous truth trickling in further as Vegeta is left to defend rather than offend and V expertly leads the fight with a none-the-wiser Vegeta set to suffer. There's a sick crunch as the elder steps backwards into a small, sunken spot and loses his footing as the thinner bones in his foot break and his ankle twists, and gravity is as gravity does as it sends him crashing down into the dusty terrain and leaving him wide open.

Vegeta cries out as the pain radiates upward, the pulsing heat throbbing as his ankle swells in his boot. He's not fast enough to power through the pain and reset the score before his firstborn is knelt over him and brutalizing his face and body with powerful, bare-knuckled, bruising punches. Vegeta’s ears ring, and he's seeing double now. He's down for the count, and against a vengeful young man that doesn't have the will to hold back. Survival is more slim than it should be, and even though the face before him snarls with hatred and anger as he moves to stand once more, Vegeta is still able to see the infant with a prosperous life ahead of him, and regret splinters his heart as shame floods the rest of him.

Perhaps he deserves this.

Time slows to a near standstill when you're able to open your eyes again. V, battered and beaten to bits while somehow maintaining not only his ability to stand, but his ability to fight, stands above your husband's still and bloodied body. Your son, the once darling mama's boy, channels his power into his palm, cradling his aching wrist with his other hand as he charges up one final attack, and that's when your heart stops and it all goes black.

Big bang attack.

Your body is swifter than ever, the immense power of Super Saiyan warming your veins with enough adrenaline for you to tackle your son away from Vegeta, the beam that would've killed your husband flying off into the unknown. V grunts once you've slammed him into the ground, and before he can so much as blink, let alone gather his bearings, you're backhanding him with all of your might.

"You have no idea what it took to even have you at all, Vegeta!" You spit at your son, and he's got the same shell-shocked look on his face he'd have whenever he was caught red-handed doing something you didn't approve of. "All we wanted was you, and you can't even appreciate how hard we tried for you! We would've done anything for you! You are our baby, our heir, our pride and joy! I did everything I could for you!" You scream and backhand him again, trembling as your blood races in all of your veins, spreading a white-hot anger through your system.

"You really think I spent my life, MY LIFE, f a r m i n g to provide for you just so you could try to kill me over this?? I was royalty on our home world, and only for you did I get my hands dirty and do whatever it took to fly under the radar. I only wanted you to be strong, and happy!" You punctuate your tangent's break with a harsh punch to V's face, breaking his nose in the process and then following up with another harsh strike to the face.

"My love for our family has been unbreakable since the very day I realized I loved your father. I had high hopes for us, and all we could accomplish as the royal family. You were a prince, and yet you act like a fucking savage! You've nearly killed me, several times, but I still loved you, I still only wanted to subdue you! But then you threatened my husband's life, the very man you always dreamed of knowing. How dare you?! Is nothing sacred to you? I didn't raise a low-class savage, did I?! Did I fail, Vegeta?" You hit him again, and again, and again.

V blinks up at you, tears shimmering in his eyes from all of his pain, what's on his mind harshly outweighing these physical injuries. "Mother…"

"No son of mine would try to kill his father." You say coldly, standing and forming your signature bow with your remaining energy, pulling back the arrow and aiming between your son's eyes.

"No!"

Vegeta, who's somehow still living, shields V's body with his own. His armor is tattered and he's got several cuts and bruises and bleeds all over, but his eyes betray no weakness as he stares up at you, squinting against the bright light of your bow and arrow. "Don't."

"Move aside, Vegeta." You growl out, heart hammering against your chest. "This is done."

"You will regret it for the rest of your life." Vegeta warns. "You're blinded by rage, princess. He's our son! Your only child. You do not want to do this." His voice is near pleading, and it shakes the foundation of your resolve a little. The prideful prince is begging for an enemy’s mercy.

"Vegeta, move or be moved." Your eyes water with emotions too big to fully comprehend— he's fighting for your son's life now?

"You said you'd sooner kill me than V." The prince reminds you, and he tilts his head forward. "And I'd rather you do that than harm another hair on him."

"Vegeta." You whisper, voice breaking into a mere whimper as tears sparkle in your eyes. "Move."

"You'll have to make me, since I don't think I could even if I tried." He murmurs. He's exhausted, drained mentally as bad as he is physically. From the moment your family started, he obviously never once thought it would ever get this bad. Three people so separated and lacking so much trust, yet the undeniable thread of love weaves you all into one unit. His family is imperfect, broken— and he'd put his life on the line to protect it over and over again.

The energy dissipates from your hands and you fall to your knees before your body finally gives in and crashes into the ground, an ugly grunt passing your lips after the impact. Vegeta soon falls to his side as well, the three of you laid out on the reddened soil of the land as the golden glow slips away.

What else is family good for, if not this?

"Why?" V's voice is soft from where he lays on the ground, and you turn your head to see his dark eyes staring at the red sky above. The blood on his face is drying, and if not for your arms being as heavy as lead, you'd start to clean him up.

"Why what?" Vegeta mutters back, turning to look at his boy. All grown up…

"Why did you protect me from Mother?" V meets his father's eyes.

"As a mate and husband, it's my duty to keep her happy. And as a father, it's my responsibility to keep you safe. I've failed in both regards several times over now… But I'm done making those mistakes."

"I nearly killed you both." V murmurs.

"That you did." And you can't help the laugh you let go at the sound of pride in your husband's voice. He's surely smiling to himself, proud of his son's strength. "I could only ever dream of the chance to nearly kill my father."

"And oh, did your father dream of that." You snort, a plethora of memories flooding your brain with various arguments you'd witnessed between your husband and late father-in-law.

"The old man would've had it coming." Vegeta shrugs, very lightly as a fair portion of his bones are either broken or bruised, and between you V laughs so softly you nearly miss it. Your son smiles, tears flowing from his eyes as he experiences the first instance of family he'll ever remember.

“Vegeta.” You murmur, your eyes drooping shut. “When did you die?”

“Some time ago, years now. It was Frieza’s doing; I was revived by the Dragon Balls soon after, however.”

“I see.” You whisper softly, and tears well up in your eyes. “We were nearly reunited much sooner.”

“Perhaps, but I'd have it no other way than this.” There's not an ounce of strength left in him, but still he attempts to reach you in a gesture of longing, weakly dropping his hand to the ground despite his best efforts.

In similar fashion, there isn't much left in your own tank to provide that much needed comfort. Perhaps only due to this state of extreme weakness, or maybe because it's finally time to stop pretending, you turn your head in the direction of your son. Fear strikes you with a zap of adrenaline as you realize his eyes are closed, but the gentle rise of his chest settles you once more. He's not dead, but rather resting after your admittedly ferocious beatdown. Vegeta’s interference was truly a blessing.

“I cannot quite say the same.” You murmur, still watching your son's chest move with every breath he takes. Vividly, you recall doing the same when he was but an infant, in that short time between his birth and incubation where he slept in a crib and you watched dutifully, ensuring his safety and comfort in a way only a mother could provide. “I've been a coward, Vegeta.”

Your husband frowns, though you haven't taken your eyes off of the boy. Despite the pain in your body, you force your way through the aches and turn over in an ugly army crawl to your son, smearing the clay of the earth all over the front of your tattered armor. The journey to reaching him isn't easy, but your stubborn desire to make things right is far stronger than a shallow concept such as pain. It's grueling and takes time, but luckily your son isn't exactly going anywhere as you crawl to his side and collapse upon laying a gentle hand over his heart.

“Mother…” He's weak, but he doesn't sound it as he opens his eyes; the left is swollen mostly shut, but he tries anyway to see you clearly.

“I was a coward.” The whispered admittance leaves your cracked lips once again, and though hesitant embarrassment burns you, the thumping of that young man's heart beneath your palm urges you to face down your pride. “I did everything wrong, so wrong… From that day until now I've lived shamefully, Vegeta, and it was never your fault. I’m sorry, my son… I'm so sorry for letting it go this far.”

“I must be dead.” He murmurs, closing his eyes again. “Every word you just said, my mother would never say.”

Tears bloom and your lip quivers— to think your son would sooner assume death than you pulling your head out of your ass. You get what you deserve, you suppose. “Honey…”

“Do not be too hard on your mother.” Vegeta's deep voice is closer than it was, and looking up you realize his journey from where he last lay and now, opposite of you and pressing his forehead against his son's temple. “Had she not been so brave as to defy not only me, but my father and Frieza’s father, none of us would be alive today to even tell this tale.”

“What happens now?” V murmurs, and Vegeta slumps into the chilled clay.

“I don't suppose you have any magic beans.” You mutter, and Vegeta nearly feels nauseous at the mention of a senzu. He's not sure he could stomach the taste of fish right now, as much as he'd love these injuries to heal.

“A what?” Your son's perplexion errs on adorable, and your gentle kiss to a scratch on his cheek is accompanied by a soft laugh.

“Earth is a strange place, with odd ways of life and people… And it's perfect for us.”

Vegeta's eyes light up, and he dares meet your gaze while resting a cautious hand above yours. “This means you will return with me?”

“It's certainly tempting… I do have a promise to keep. You'll need another Saiyan for those Androids coming in four years. Perhaps even two Saiyans, if he'll join us.”

V doesn't give any response, not even much of a noncommittal groan as your insinuation hangs in the air. Chatter is left between you and Vegeta and kept minimal as energy slowly returns and you're both able to stand, pulling the boy up and helping him towards the old infirmary for medical attention. It's been many years since any Saiyan engineers and scientists were here, so the ratty healing tank, and the only one left that's even halfway operational, will have to suffice.

Your armor is peeled away and Vegeta prepares to bandage your broken ribs as you stare solemnly into the tank. He's alive, just unconscious, but the reminder does little to the worry.

“You're not a bad mother.” Vegeta offers his opinion, removing his ruined gloves and rolling his sleeves before picking up the pristine bandaging.

“I knew in my heart you were alive years ago and I pretended otherwise because it was easy.”

“I didn't say you weren't cowardly; I said you're not a bad mother. You protected him, kept him safe instead of roaming the galaxy for me while Frieza was out there and I under his thumb. You're a far better parent than I.”

The discussion is left at that, each of you quietly analyzing yourselves for a time. Occasional bubbles from the tank popping and the wrappings from the limited medical supplies sound off, and you eventually come to sit against the wall nearest the healing tank. Vegeta joins you with little room for Jesus, slipping his arm around you and gently massaging at your shoulder. His head leans against yours, and slowly your eyes droop.

Your tail flicks sadly, unable to lovingly wrap with your husband's. But being in his arms isn't an awful trade-off, and that saccharine scent beneath the sweat and blood permeates and lulls you in just as yours similarly enchants Vegeta. It's so close, so warm and familiar and so needed and you just can't fight or deny it any longer. This is your husband, your bonded mate and the man you've loved and almost lost. Most people go through life never having a fraction of this fortune; you've already taken a good son for granted. It's time to simmer down, be humble, and be good.

You and Vegeta are no light sleepers as the healing tank eventually finishes its job, the teal-colored fluid draining and revealing a fully refreshed and healed prince. His wet hair drips a plethora of droplets on the floor as he carefully extracts himself, making note of his sleeping parents as he wraps a towel around himself.

Is this what I wanted?

Deep within his chest lies a heart wrapped in thorny wires, and disappointment prods at it. Right in front of him lies what he always dreamed of, both of his parents here and together and putting the opportunity to be a family— whatever the hell that even entails— before him on the silver platter he should've been served off of his whole life. But, strangely… There's no happiness. No sense of wonder or amusement, nothing that gives him even the slightest lilt in attitude.

Instead he feels lead in his chest, and it's that weight that pulls him onto his ship to change into fresh armor and launch into orbit. Years now, he’s yearned for your honesty. He hadn't imagined the step beyond that point, but had foolishly assumed it'd be with his mother. You've always been there, after all. Before today, this was all salvageable in his mind, somehow. But as the stars twinkle against his glassy eyes as he pilots the ship, he grows up just a bit more as he takes in the only lesson his father has ever taught him.

Never meet your heroes.

When you wake, it's with Vegeta wide awake by your side. He never did sleep in like you did, but dutifully he's remained by your side. Instantly, you're having a look inside the healing tank and before you can panic at its emptiness, your husband speaks.

“He's gone.”

Just when you thought your poor heart couldn't break any further.

“What?”

“His ship is gone.” Vegeta says it so calmly, like he shouldn't be freaking out and have woken you up as soon as he realized that your baby is gone! God, Saiyans never historically made the best of fathers but this is something else entirely!

“Why are we sitting here then?! We've got to go, he can't be too far—” Your body cries as you jostle around, only getting as far as to your knees before Vegeta stops you, taking your hand and grounding you again.

His dark eyes are serious as they bore into yours. “He is a man now, princess. He made his choice. Honor it.”

A sigh weighs down your shoulders and spirits alike; he's right, regrettably. If V wanted to be around, he would be. It's not exactly a stretch to imagine a young man with complicated feelings towards equally complicated parents wouldn't find much interest in being around them. If there's any solace to be found, it's that there's at least a sense of closure now. V has the truth and it's off of your chest; at the very least, all of this wasn't for nothing in the end, and thankfully you're all still living.

Vegeta stands and helps you to your feet alongside him, holding your hand tightly in his as the two of you head for the ship. It's time to go home. Your eyes meet as the hatch opens and the sun starts to rise up, and your bodies gravitate close together in the strongest of hugs. Somehow, you've come out of all of this on top.

Vegeta tilts your chin. “Ready to go home?”

“Of course; where else would I be able to kick some robot ass?”

His smile eases the pain, and his kiss gives you strength. All things lost are eventually found.

[tobiasdrake]

Happy piccolo day

The funny thing about Piccolo Day is that it's been an established holiday for decades and yet I can't think about it without thinking of how much it's just a smaller-scale version of Frieza Day.

Like. The vibe is the same.

"Today is the day that we sing the praise of / Our overlord who shoots death lasers / With an iron finger that he / Rules over the galaxy planet with!"

"Today is the day he blows up a home / And we celebrate 'cause it's not our own / Unless it is in which case we say / Nothing 'cause we're dead on Frieza Piccolo Daaaaaaay!"

It's the same. Just. Smaller.

Can't have shit on Namek. Frieza colonized their holiday.

[miksy-the-51st]

Frieza stops the Defrosting

My Freeza Day special

Happy Freeza Day!

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hi how are you doing I happy you are open now , I been thinking and I wanted to know if you could do a DBZ captain Ginyu x female alien reader, who is like lute from hazbin hotel? The reader is a member of the frieza force and one of the best soldiers because of her brutal and impressive fighting skills, which make Ginyu impress and developing a crush on the reader?

-You were perfect in the eyes of many, including Frieza, who saw your strength and ruthlessness as a boon in his army, which is why you were usually seen right by his side.

-Many looked up to you, your strength and strict personality was attractive, as well as seeing how focused you were with your training, as well as training others, while others, usually those who were much weaker than you, feared you.

-There was a time, long ago, when you were weak, looking up at those with strength with fear and awe, and you learned quickly that if you wanted to be respected like that, you had to fight to survive, and you did just that.

-You knew firsthand that it was a dog-eat-dog world out there, if you didn’t fight then someone would take you out, taking the position that you worked so hard for.

-You were harsh on those weaker than you to teach them that very lesson- that they needed to train hard to become stronger to be worthy of your respect and the respect of others.

-There was one individual who looked upon you in a different light, as he peeked around the corner, shuffling almost bashfully as he watched you walking towards Frieza’s office with the paperwork he requested.

-Ginyu had a small blush on his face, watching you from afar, admiring you like a high school girl in love.

-The other members of the Ginyu force couldn’t help but stare in slight exasperation with their leader, shaking their heads as they watched him watching you again.

-Jayce offered a bit of advice, “Y/N will never know about your feelings unless if you talk to-” Ginyu turned, playing off his obvious crush on you, “Nonsense! Y/N is a proud warrior of Lord Frieza’s army! I just highly respect her!”

-They all rolled their eyes in slight annoyance and exasperation.

-Only the next day they got to see a new side to their leader, after another soldier approached you, trying to chat you up. Ginyu gripped the side of the doorframe he was peeking out from, his hands causing cracks to appear, “Who is that?! Doesn’t he know Y/N is busy? Who does he think he is talking to her like that?!”

-Jayce gave his leader a slap on the back, mostly to get his attention, “This is why you need to tell her! Someone else is going to take her away!”

-Hearing his words, realizing that he was right and the terrible chance that you could be taken away was too much for Ginyu to bear!!

-He sought you out a short while later, his men following after him, hyping him up, cheering for him which got him even more hyped as he peeked around the corner, “Y/N’s coming!”

-As you got closer Ginyu immediately stepped out and his eyes closed as he held out a hand, “Please marry me!!”

-A snort of laughter was heard which made Ginyu’s eyes shoot open, and he gawked in immediate horror, seeing Frieza looking up at him with an unreadable expression while you had a hand to your mouth, as you had been the one to laugh.

-Ginyu was stammering, panicking as he tried to explain himself to Frieza, his eyes shooting to you, silently asking for your help which you did think was a little cute.

-Frieza shifted and Ginyu immediately stepped to the side, out of his way before Frieza gave a small grin, “I don’t approve of fraternizing, but strong ones like you and Y/N have proven yourselves. Invite me to the wedding.”

-You sent a grin to Ginyu as you passed, thinking he was funny and as soon as you two were out of sight, Ginyu slid to his hands and knees, steam rising from his head as he was in shock that Frieza approved and wanted to be invited to the wedding!

-The other members of the Ginyu Force all cheered for their leader, many of them wanting to start planning the wedding.

[vee-vee-writes]

Challenge (Vegeta x [implied] m!reader)

Request: “I’d like to request a Vegeta x Z warrior male reader (gn is ok to if you prefer that) where reader kinda has the same “I’m not gonna put up with your disrespect” attitude like Bulma.”

Notes: Thanks for the request anon, I hope you like this piece. I was a little stuck on what to write at first. I’m happy to write a pre-established Vegeta x m!reader piece where the r is feisty like Bulma if you’d prefer that. You can lmk anon in the ask if you don’t feel comfy commenting 🫶🏼

There could be no doubt that ever since the Saiyan prince had shown up he’d been a thorn in your side. While Vegeta generally eviscerated anyone who dared him with his wilting scowl, he’d somehow taken a liking to you. Or at the very least a liking to antagonising you.

The first time you’d gotten his attention was when you’d shown up with your friends to challenge him and Nappa. He’d stood off to the side, an air of arrogance about him. While the others were content on facing off against the Saiba men you had challenged him directly. You’d mocked him for needing lackeys like Nappa and their science experiments to do his bidding, insinuating he was either incapable of fighting you himself or too stupid to realise the threat he was facing. Truth be told you had been trading glances with him for some time and it had begun to unnerve you. Vegeta had frowned for a moment before flashing you that dangerous smirk. Within split seconds you were out cold on the ground. He’d moved so fast you hadn’t even seen him coming. Yet unlike most of your fellow Z fighters, you had survived thanks to Goku’s timely arrival with much needed sensu beans.

Namek had gone no differently. After agreeing to join Bulma, Krillin, and Gohan, you’d found yourself stranded on an alien planet. Not only had Vegeta turn up but a bloodthirsty alien dictator with a power level so high you could barely comprehend was picking off the locals. Now you had Vegeta and a whole army to compete against for the dragon balls. You’d had the unfortunate fate of running into him several times on Namek, each time he’d taken extra time to mock and harass you. In the end you’d found yourselves unfortunate allies, rueing the day he’d landed on the planet. Though witnessing his death at the hands of Frieza and tears he’d shed over his enslavement had softened your heart slightly to him. Vegeta may have been insufferably arrogant and downright but it was the no doubt the brutal circumstances he’d been forced into that had shaped him.

At least that was what you tried to remind yourself every time you ran into him at Capsule Corp. Bulma had been your friend for years after the two of you had met on her first search for the dragon balls. Her attentions had quickly fallen onto you as a potential boyfriend but your lack of interest in her was clear. Yamcha had come along soon after and the two of you had fallen into an easy friendship despite the awkward start. Your friendship had only strengthened over the years with Bulma often turning to you when she needed a crash dummy or test subject for her latest experiment. It was easy money and you got to hang out with a friend at the same time. A true win-win.

But since Vegeta had taken up residency at the mansion nothing had been the same. It seemed he could sense your arrival and made it his mission to seek you out for a good argument every visit. It didn’t matter how many times you had promised yourself that the next time you’d bite your tongue and ignore Vegeta, it never seemed to happen. You weren’t one to take mockery lying down and often gave the princeling a piece of your mind. But that only seemed to fuel Vegeta, with most arguments ending with him shooting you a heated smirk of amusement at having riled you up. Naturally you’d started avoiding Capsule Corp for a bit, using every excuse in the book on Bulma as to why you couldn’t come around.

Of course that only drove Vegeta further and he begun showing up random places at the same time as you. While he’d denied it when you’d accused him of stalking you, Vegeta had taken a liking to your feisty personality and willingness to challenge him. Every argument, mocking comment, or aggravating look was design to get under your skin and take you off guard. The Saiyan prince had found himself a worthy challenge, a life mate who could physically keep up with him and would dare question him. Vegeta wasn’t going to let anything stand in his way, least not your pride. He’d follow you to the ends of the Earth if he had to.

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[bones4thecats]

Hey how are you doing so could I request a frieza x female alien s/o ft Kuriza, the reader is the wife of frieza and the mother of Kuriza, maybe spending time as a family ?

❥· Remembrance, Frieza × S/O (ft. Kuriza, King Cold, and Cooler)

Characters: Frieza (🏔️) and Kuriza (🌰) (ft. King Cold - 🌨️, and Cooler - 🧊) A/N: This was such a cute story. These characters are slightly OOC in the ending, but, who cares? It's called Fan-FICTION for a reason. Anyways, enjoy, Anon! ✎ Summary: You tell your firstborn son, Kuriza, the story of how you and his father and your husband, Frieza, met, fell in love, got married, leading up to that day in the med-bay.

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🏔️ You met Frieza when he came to meet the leaders of the planet you resided on, Planet Calspis. Calspis was home to aliens similar to Frieza's race, bodies covered in an armor that acted like other species' clothing, long tails that could be used for any task, and high-power levels by nature.

🏔️ But, there was two things your species were different on: the first being your heads. Instead of holding a single pair of horns when in your normal form, your people had two sets. The horns were small, much like Frieza's when in his first form, but grew in length when evolving. Your faces were different as well, they were hidden by masks made from your kind's personal energy. The stronger you were, the stronger the face-guard you had.

🏔️ Survival alone made your people stronger. And, because of this, pride filled them all, almost matching the Saiyans'.

🌨️🧊🏔️ When Planet Calspis was visited by Frieza along with his father and older brother, you and the prince were young, around six in human terms. And, when King Cold tried to put you two together for some time alone while he spoke to your parents, the Overlord and his Lady of Calspis, you just stared at one another. No words were spoken, but a seed of care was planted.

🏔️ It took a while, some hypothesis it took a mere few visits, while others say it took years, but Frieza and you began to grow your bond like a sunflower in an empty field. And, while the others tried to put it behind their other views on you, your parents began to see how you changed spending time with him.

🏔️ You began to grow cold, viewing all around you as below you. It didn't help that Frieza encouraged it. "They're beneath you. In power and rank, how can you stand them speaking about you and your family is such vile ways?" He'd say. This all piled up, and resulted in a big issue.

🌨️🧊🏔️ After a talk with your parents, they brought out your happy-self again. But, a butt-hurt member of Council, who believed you were becoming a monster and wanted to kill the people who raised you -- which you didn't --, set his own plan into motion.

🌨️🧊🏔️ He tried killing you. A mistake when around both your family and Frieza's. The newly-declared leader of the Cold Force, now Frieza Force, raised his hand and choked out the Council Member. Calspis, now in chaos over people choosing their leaders over the rogue Councilman, was annihilated by your dear Lord.

🏔️ Frieza, upon your request, allowed your parents and younger twin brothers on the ship. And, during the ride to his home planet, he asked permission from your father, Overlord Moss, if he could have your hand. Your father, after seeing how much Frieza seemed to value you -- as he never took requests from anyone --, smiled, shook the younger-than-him alien, and said, "You may. Best of luck to you both."

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🌰 "That's how you and Father got married?" Kuriza asked, his chestnut-shaped head moving to look at you. You smiled and nodded, looking back down at the bundle in your arms. Kuriza's eyes held stars as he looked down at his little brother, whom you had your brother-in-law and father-in-law assist in naming, and smiled.

🏔️🌰 All of a sudden, the door opened for your room. Kuriza looked up and his tail wagged happily, much like a dog's would back on Earth. "Father!" He cried, running up to Frieza with a happy smile.

🏔️🌰 Frieza rolled his eyes playfully and lifted up his firstborn son. He walked up to you and kissed your head, making you hum and lean into his chest. Before he could ask you anything, a couple of heads popped in the door. There, walking inside, was your father-in-law, King Cold, and brother-in-law, Cooler.

🌨️🧊🏔️ They smiled at the baby as Frieza stood beside you, annoyance struggling to stay inside the Emperor as he watched his brother poke his second son's face. King Cold just let out a couple 'pride-tears', as he called them, and admired his second grandson.

🌨️🧊🏔️ "How is my little Zeroh? Goodness, he looks exactly like a mixture of you both!" King Cold said. Frieza scoffed lightly and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, sat beside you on your bed, and allowed his tail to hang in front of his baby's face, like a makeshift toy.

🧊🏔️ "Of course he'd look like us. He is our child after all." Cooler chuckled and looked at his brother, "Now, now, little brother. Father was only stating a fact."

🌨️🧊🏔️ Frieza rolled his eyes once again, probably for the millionth time today, since he was around his father and brother the entire time since your time in labor. You smiled gently at your youngest and kissed his head, hearing his coo lightly as you pulled away.

🌨️🧊🏔️🌰 "King Cold! Cooler! We need your attention on the dock!" A servant said, behind the door as to prevent a rage from Frieza. King Cold and Cooler nodded, said their goodbyes, and walked out, leaving Frieza, his wife, and two sons alone.

🏔️🌰 Looking down at his younger boy, Frieza smiled, his tail moving as Zeroh tried to grab it with his padded-finger tips. Kuriza curled up next to you, on your left, as Frieza wrapped his arms around your both.

"Our little family is finally together once again."

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