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Saiyans are notorious for their greed and the power imbalance that they once held over other species. They were respected and feared, known to conquer any planet that they’d discover, all for the sake of wealth. That was until the conquest of King Cold, whose reign was later inherited by his youngest son, Frieza.

The Saiyans' pride that had once been broken down from being controlled by another greater being was now being shredded by their newfound leader. Frieza was much more cunning, ruthless, and, although nobody said it outright, a tyrant freak.

Of course, Frieza knew what others thought of him, and it couldn’t make him cackle any harder.

Waving his glass of wine from side to side, he sat on his hover pod throne as he gazed at outer space from the window on the inside of his spaceship. Quietly taking a sip of wine, he closed his eyes and waited for the frantic steps that he’d been hearing coming towards his room minutes ago to approach faster.

A festive day like this was too early to ruin with nonsense. He should’ve hurried the hiring process for more guards stationed at his ship; it was unexpected to be so understaffed so soon. But it wasn’t his fault; he taught those previous soldiers the proper way to do their jobs, taking their lives in exchange for such generosity.

He gives himself a pass because, of course, the genocide of planet Vegeta was much more important and exciting. After he’d heard of the possibility of one of those monkeys possessing the so-called Super Saiyan trait, it would be ludicrous for him not to act on it. He couldn't care less about mortal beings weaker than him, but he couldn’t live with the humorous idea of any of them being capable of defeating him. Thus, any and all plans were placed on hold as he prepared for the explosively stunning disaster.

On cue to the counting in his head, the door burst open, but not before his useless bodyguards reacted way too slowly, something he noted he had to take care of later, and watched from the corner of his eye as the intruder was harshly tackled to the ground.

Sighing and rubbing the inner corner of his eyes dramatically, he took his time turning his pod to the commotion in his room. His face scrunched into a scowl as he glared at the disheveled and weeping Saiyan on the ground.

“What could compel you to barge into my chambers without permission? You insolent monkey… You shall speak unless you prefer me to execute you now.” He raised his pale finger, and a small yet overpowering ball of purple energy sat afloat on the tip of his pointer finger.

The pitiful Saiyan wore the usual frieza force battle armor, but what caught Frieza’s eye was the man's furry monkey tail, which was supposed to be adorned around his hips, was instead waving dramatically back and forth. “Lord Frieza I-” He swallowed loudly and exhaled as he whimpered. “U-Urgent, this is urgent! There’s something I’d like to offer to you, sir, please!”

“Wipe that grotesque snot from your nose and quit your crying first before speaking to me. Gosh, does anybody have any sort of dignity here?”

He lowered his finger, his eyes glaring further in disgust as he stared down at the man. The guards immediately let go of him, not caring as his frail body smacked the floor. They watched as he trembled to wipe the wetness from his face and tried to compose his breathing.

“This is getting quite boring. You’re a dead man if you’ve simply come here to waste my time.”

“I did not! You see, my lord, my son he’s…” he sat himself up only to kneel on the ground, pressing his face to the cold floor of the ship as he begged, “he was just born with a power of 12,000!”

Frieza’s eyes slightly widened before closing once again, deep in thought about how he’d handle the information just thrown at him. The obvious answer was to kill the kid, just like how he’d done so many times before with any monkey with such high power levels… but 12,000? That was a number no other Saiyan had ever reached, let alone neared. Of course, the baby would just perish when he’d destroy the planet, but something kept nagging at him. A sense of amusement at the ludicrous thought of keeping the baby alive.

He’d been ignoring the continuous pleas of the man on the ground, his mind filled with the endless opportunities he could have with such power by his side. However, it also came with the downsides and the horrors of the Super Saiyan myth possibly becoming a reality.

His train of thought was quickly interrupted as the man wailed out in such a high pitch that Frieza himself grimaced at. “Please do not kill him! He can be useful to you, just please let him live! He- He is my only son!”

Frieza was now beyond enraged. He was not going to be told what to do, especially by a monkey whose power level was about to be zero. The plans about keeping the brat were fading out of pure spite before Berryblue - a servant loyal to Frieza ever since he was young - spoke up.

“We’ve been in long need of an elite servant, my lord. No one has held up to your standards, and the position is yet to be filled. Perhaps such a powerful being could finally satisfy you.”

Silence suffocated the room after those words were muttered, and Frieza resumed his consideration. The wait was dreadful for all the parties in the room with him, not knowing if he’d act enraged or kill them all for even suggesting such an absurd thought, but it was all lifted when Frieza chuckled.

“Yes, you’re right.”

The Saiyan man's horrified face quickly brightened to a smile, his body shaking as he moved to get up, only for a purple blast of energy to be shot directly into his forehead, killing him instantly as his head thumped on the floor.

“Bring me to the child, I’d like to see it for myself.”

He stood up and jumped off his hover pod, stretching calmly with a wicked smile on his face that quickly drained as he looked at the now-pooling bloody floor caused by the open wound on the Saiyan's forehead.

“And clean this up, now.”

-

Frieza and his men soon arrived on planet Vegeta, a visit that he wasn’t planning to do that day, or ever, but he supposed it was nice to see for one last time what he’d be destroying later that day.

His gaze trailed around the multiple saiyans who either hid from him or bravely approached him, trying to satisfy any kind of request he had. Ignoring them, he walked over to the huge structure on the planet and entered it without hesitation, his head held high and proud.

“S-Sir! What have you come all this way for?” A panicked yet serious voice exclaimed quickly, kneeling and bowing, the man's head slowly lifted to meet Frieza's sharp eyes. From the obvious tremors of the much taller and broader man, it was clear he was stricken by fear. King Vegeta, a soon-to-be-dead king. A too good a liar that Frieza would certainly never think of after his little plans for later that day.

“I never expected you to question my presence, King Vegeta. Bold move.”

“Ah, no, sir, I didn’t-”

“I am looking for the child.” He interrupted in a sigh, looking at his sharp black nails as he spoke, “If you will not help me, then get out of my sight and scram.”

“Child… what child do you speak of, my lord?” He swallowed as thick droplets of sweat ran down his face. A pack of other saiyans soon crowded from the distance, curious yet too afraid to get too close to Frieza's wrath.

“What are all these questions? The child with a power level of 12,000, I am looking for him.” He snarled and ignored him, looking at the incubators holding all of the newly born saiyans. He levitated, both of his feet leaving the ground as he checked each incubator, getting more and more irritated at the low-level numbers that kept appearing in his scouter.

King Vegeta followed along frantically, trying to understand what he’d just been told. Had it been Paragus’ child? Would Paragus truly tell Frieza of what he’d done just out of spite, knowing Frieza would do more heinous things to his child than he did? For fuck’s sake he just sent him to a planet! At least he didn’t torture it like Frieza would do once he got his hands on-

“Ah, there he is.” Frieza stopped in his tracks and leaned into the small window of the incubator, looking at the small Saiyan sleeping soundly in it. He noted he was much smaller than the average Saiyan brat, but the spiky raven hair was proof of his Saiyan race - along with his small curled tail. Pointing at the s/c baby, he smirked as he threw an order at his soldiers. “Take the incubator and bring it into my ship. I have high expectations for this one.” He didn’t wait to explain further as he made his way to the exit, leaving the soldiers to do what they were told.

As soon as Frieza got back on his ship, the Saiyans who'd been crowding from a distance gathered around King Vegeta, interested as to what the situation was all about. However, King Vegeta couldn’t answer any of their questions, his face pale and full of dread.

“What did he mean by…” As he worked his scouter, he looked at the child in the incubator, watching as the power level number glitched for a few too many seconds before resting at a high 12,000. His trembling knees immediately gave out as he fell to the floor in shock, watching helplessly as Frieza's soldiers took the incubator with the small Saiyan away.

“No way!”

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Being raised with the idea of being exceptional at everything lest you be executed was a hard task to say the least.

Y/N’s earliest memories consisted of a tight work load schedule consisting of various missions that he later noted not even his superiors and teachers were capable of. From taking over a planet at just a year old to committing mass murder on a defiant planet that left him out of commission for a whole week due to severe injuries, it was fair to say he had it rough.

It had been drilled into him by Berryblue and other soldiers who cared for him that he was different. That he was much more powerful, and thus there was no room for mistakes or weaknesses. After all, he didn’t want to be thrown away, not when Frieza already loathed him. He needed to be the best no matter what; this way, Frieza would no longer stare at him with disdain. Perhaps, he could also join his side and earn the right to stand next to him and protect him. Just like he’d always wish right before heading to bed every day.

He continued to have this belief ingrained in his head, creating and framing a pledge of how he’d improve to satisfy his lord. This insane behavior surpassed even that of his caretakers, and it did not reflect well on his fellow soldiers. Vegeta, Raditz, and Nappa, the last three Saiyans besides him that remained alive. They would constantly tease him for being a “Loyal Dog” and a “Traitor Puppy”, pushing him around and lying to him during missions just so he’d do all the work and they get all the credit. He never paid much mind to it, just dusting off his shoulders every time.

However, he was driven to the edge when he was called into Frieza's chambers and received a severe punishment for slacking off, something his fellow Saiyans had orchestrated yet again.

He remembers going into his chambers that day and showering in boiling water, not caring about the stinging open wounds all over his body. But the events after that were blurry except for the simple proud look Frieza gave him when he dumped the three bloodied and half-dead Saiyans outside Frieza's room.

Whatever apologies he’d wept to Frieza alongside the painful groaning sounds of the saiyans below him were silenced by the two alluring words and the addition of his name that rolled out of Frieza's mouth.

“Good job, Y/N.”

After that night, he was allowed to accompany Frieza’s side. That was when he realized the gods truly existed; they'd heard and granted his one wish. However, even then it wasn’t any easier.

Frieza had specific and high-maintenance needs. It was all on Y/N now that he was Frieza's soldier to remember each detail, something several soldiers before him had to take care of, was now for him alone to deal with. He had to cleanse his chambers of any spectacle of dust, memorize all the foods he likes and dislikes, and cook them all precisely to the preferred temperature.

Taking all of those tasks into consideration, he also had to fulfill his hourly training once he was allowed to go to his chambers to sleep. He’d be lucky to even get a good night's rest before he was back at Frieza's side and getting shouted at for being a few seconds late.

Later on, he’d learned that all of the soldiers who'd worked together for all of those tasks were either dead or had taken on another job on Frieza’s ship. He did not blame them.

Whenever he had lunch in the cafeteria, he was patted on the back and given special treatment by many because, in a way, he took over the job that many dreaded to be appointed to. Many were even shocked to see him alive; a young soldier like him would’ve been dead a long time ago had it not been for his high endurance and toughness.

For being 18 years old, Y/N was yet to be drained of his job. Unlike what everyone thought of him and his work, he loved it. He didn’t care that serving someone was shameful; he looked at Frieza like a believer would to his god; it was an honor to do so. Caring for his lord and making him proud was a privilege he now had all to himself. Nobody else would fulfill his needs as perfectly as he.

He’d always be confused when Raditz would flaunt his achievements and pride, not seeing the point in any of it. Perhaps his pride had been ripped out ages ago, but it wasn't anything important to dwell on; he had a lot of other things to worry about.

However, what confused him even more was how the three Saiyans would always badmouth Frieza. It was something he could never ignore; a rage would fuel inside him at even the slightest poke at his lord, resulting in him being excluded from the group countless times for getting them into trouble. He never cared to speak to them after that; they were mere low-level soldiers in his eyes, because in his naive yet crazed mind… Y/N was special.

Frieza would often overhear their brawls and confrontations, cursing his heightened hearing as he tried to relax. However, over time, he came to like hearing Y/N come to his defence. It was like his own little entertainment. Even a small comment would make the Saiyan roar in anger while he launched at said person. He’d been planning on either killing one of the saiyans or separating them, but now that Y/N was fully on his side, it seemed that he didn’t have to be concerned with anything further.

Y/N was now 25 years old.

They say birthdays are joyous days to be celebrated; he's seen it in several cultures on planets that he had eliminated. But on Frieza’s ship, they simply cheered during lunch and went back to work like usual. Perhaps that was why he never cared for them. That and the fact that he dreaded having the Ginyu force bake him a cake as they sang and danced for him. He would’ve slaughtered them had it not been Frieza who chuckled and allowed it to happen.

Y/N stood up from his bed and stretched his arms over his head, his muscles flexing as he made his way to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth thoroughly, taking off the sleep facial mask he put on before going to bed and washing his face.

One of the important things in his routine was maintaining a good appearance; he could never humiliate Frieza by looking hideous next to him. Especially when he competed with Zarbon's beauty, something he knew Frieza secretly liked.

Once he brushed his hair and made sure his skin was glowing, he made his way out and got dressed in his uniform. Like Vegeta, he liked to wear long-sleeved shirts under his battle armor. It wasn’t like he was ashamed of the scars littering his body; they were memories and lessons of what happened when he enraged Frieza, and it was only for his eyes to see. But the one scar he couldn’t hide was his most precious.

He traced the scar on his face, running down his cheek to his jaw.

At the request of Frieza to test their strengths, Vegeta and Nappa were going up against Y/N. It was an anticipated fight that, unfortunately, was about to end way too quickly. Nappa was already down, and Vegeta was on the brink of falling from his injuries. With victory in his grasp, he prepared his final attack and aimed it at Vegeta, but by accident, his aim was slightly off, hitting Frieza’s arm unexpectedly.

Frieza was without a doubt powerful; his body was accustomed to withstanding strong impacts and harsh weather. A mere strike from Y/N wouldn’t do anything severe, but with Frieza uncharacteristically distracted with the fight, Y/N had managed to break his arm. He’d gazed at his arm for a long minute, ignoring the concerned begs and pleads of Y/N, who had now gone on his knees, looking up at him with a horrified look on his face.

His pleas were not of fear for his life, but rather the much harsher consequences. Aside from his tight schedule revolving around pleasing Frieza, he also had a number one rule always etched in his brain. Do not enrage Frieza. The scars in his body were a reminder of that, not of the physical punishment, but rather of being ignored by him and being placed to do another job away from him.

Y/N remembers accidentally overseasoning his favorite food once, resulting in him being locked away in his room for months because Frieza did not want to see him. Anybody else would’ve taken it as a free vacation; many yearned for it, but not him… for a perfectionist like Y/N, he’d much rather die.

Frieza rolled his head backward, his eyes rolling in annoyance as he scoffed, his long tail striking Y/N’s left cheek, sending him flying towards the nearest wall, his body buried in the now broken wall. He didn’t bother to glance at Y/N, stomping his way past the crowd, who made way quickly, stricken by fear of an angry Frieza. But what they couldn’t believe was the sight of a pitiful Y/N crawling on his knees, sobbing as he went after Frieza. Nobody stopped him, but they all felt the same… pity.

When both Frieza and Y/N reached the outside of Frieza's sleeping chamber, Y/N didn’t notice Frieza had stopped walking, roughly yanking his arm and throwing him onto the soft sheets of Frieza’s bed, engulfed by his lord's grapefruit floral scent. It felt like he was getting hugged by heaven's clouds, but he had no time to mess around. His lord was angry, and he badly needed to be forgiven. “Sir, I-”

“Quiet…”

A tiny, unfamiliar tone of voice murmured. Y/N looked up in pure shock, seeing Frieza slowly close the door behind him, and a quick loud click assured them that the door was locked. With blown pupils and a dry mouth, he watched as Frieza slowly crawled up the bed with a shy expression and looked up at him, completely flushed. It was a look he’d never seen from Frieza, and one he hoped nobody else but him had seen.

His chest rose up and down dramatically, not noticing he had been holding his breath until Frieza began to straddle his waist, both of their heats pressed up against each other. He let out a small whimper at the feeling of the tightness of his pants rubbing at his painful boner, but his gaze never left the shine of Frieza's pouty lips and the way his lord was now closing the distance between them.

When their lips sloppily sealed together, Y/N shuddered, bucking his hips upright by accident, earning a yank of his hair as Frieza deepened the kiss.

He was no longer crying; in fact, his face was burning red, not knowing what to do other than move his lips with his rhythm. The two were complete virgins, not having any sort of romantic or sexual encounters before. They were messy with their kiss, even as saliva ran down their lips, they continued like wild animals.

It all felt like a dream to Y/N, but as his hands flew to hold Frieza's waist, the way his trembling fingers curved to feel him up felt way too real.

Y/N didn’t even seem to care about the consequences anymore, not even the fact that Vegeta and Nappa had won by default, and not how he’d made a fool of himself by crawling on all fours. Rather, he was engrossed in the current situation. It was hard to ignore how Frieza would occasionally - accidentally or not - harshly press his smaller body down on Y/N’s bulging crotch, friction that had the two moaning lewdly in between kisses.

Their makeout came to an end when Frieza separated their lips with a wet pop, both of them breathing heavily as they rested their foreheads against one another’s. Frieza had his arms wrapped around Y/N’s neck, snuggly straddling him as Y/N’s hands were holding Frieza’s waist down on his now done pants.

He’d ejaculated.

His blurry eyes took a closer look at his lord, looking disheveled and uncharacteristically submissive. He shivered at the sight, closing his mouth as he still tasted their shared spit and gulped it down without shame. As he opened his mouth to say something, Frieza abruptly got off of him and fixed his armor.

“You speak of this to anyone and you’re dead.”

That was three years ago. Ever since then, Y/N couldn’t help but dream about that same scenario happening again; he’d often touch the scar lovingly as he jerked off under his sheets every night from the one-time pleasure he experienced that day. Nothing could compare.

He left his room and walked through the hallways, greeting soldiers with a simple, generous smile as they congratulated him for turning 25 years old. He was slightly surprised that people still remembered when it was his birthday, but considering he was raised from a baby to adulthood by all the senior soldiers, he was like a son to many.

It was still early, night patrol soldiers getting ready to leave their stations to go to sleep, some of them already slouched down sleeping. But Y/N had a reason as to why he woke up two hours earlier than he usually did. As much as he hated when the Ginyu Force sang to him, he loved one aspect that came with his birthdays.

He knocked softly on the huge door in front of him, a muffled growl coming from inside as he smiled and chuckled to himself. He took out a key that was personally given to him and turned the handle, closing the door behind him softly and being careful not to make too much noise.
Y/N let out a satisfied sigh as he watched Frieza under the covers, sleeping soundly, his chest rising with every breath he took. He was the only one who knew the kind of faces his lord made when he slept: his eyebrows would knit together, he’d pout, and chew on his bottom lip. He found it endearing how soft he could look despite being labeled as the most evil tyrant of the whole universe.

Without second thoughts, Y/N climbed into the bed, hugging the smaller man from behind closely. Y/N’s chin rested on top of Frieza’s head, careful not to prick himself with the sharp horns on top of his head as his hands lay on Frieza’s stomach.

He didn’t know how long they stayed like that, but by the time Frieza’s alarm went off, he watched as the man knocked the device to the ground, shattering it with his tail as he sat up in his bed.

“I don’t believe this is what I had promised, you monkey.” He glared down at Y/N.

Three years ago, there was a traitor to the Frieza Force who went on the run. For months, he’d stolen numerous spaceships and killed many Frieza Force soldiers for no other reason than to get back at Frieza for murdering his friend.

He would’ve gotten away, he had an invisibility and speed power, had it not been for Y/N, who kidnapped the criminal's family and executed them one by one until the man gave himself to the Force.

Frieza was completely taken aback by the wickedness of Y/N’s actions. He was proud, proud that he was able to teach him such a corrupt way of getting his way that he granted him one single wish. It could be anything; he'd seen the runt grown up, but it was like seeing him finally become a man. Of course, his kindness only went so far; if he asked for something ludicrous, he was ready to kill him on the spot.

Yet he never expected what he’d ask for.

“Apologies, Lord Frieza, I was too excited, I overstepped!” His mouth stretched as he smiled brightly at him.

Sighing, Frieza rolled his eyes in irritation and leaned back on his arms, still sitting down on his bed. “When you’re apologizing, you should generally look remorseful, not happy.”

“I am remorseful-”

“Shut up. Just get it over with!” He grunted, his cheeks beginning to look a bit redder.

Y/N closed his mouth obediently and nodded, his body instinctively getting closer to Friezas, caging him as he leaned down while making eye contact and placing a small kiss on his purple lips. He stayed there for no more than three seconds before he was ultimately pushed off by Frieza, who quickly got out of bed and scoffed.

“You’re… ridiculous. Wealth, power, you could’ve had it all… and you asked for a…” He looked at Y/N, a calm smile on his face as he listened to him talk, making Frieza stop and just growl as he walked towards his bathroom, slamming the door shut.

Y/N chuckled to himself as he plopped down on the bed, his arms outstretched as he looked up at the ceiling, a contented smile still plastered on his face. His face hurt from smiling, but he couldn’t stop. This was truly a wish come true.

“I love you… Lord Frieza.” He whispered to himself, inhaling the scent around him.

Inside the bathroom, Frieza furrowed his brows, an embarrassed look on his face as he splashed water on himself furiously.

“Idiot…” His ears were bright red. Damn his heightened hearing!

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Y/N got out of the shower; the humid, steamy air in the bathroom clung to him as he walked out into his room. He walked over - water dripping from his spiky wet hair onto the floor - and stood in front of his bed where his uniform lay neatly.

His wet tail lazily wagged behind him as he was deep in thought. He’d woken up an hour ago and had received notice of an immediate mission that day. Usually, important notices like this were called weeks in advance, but it seemed that Frieza didn't want to wait for whatever was planned.

The only details he knew were that they were going to be invading a planet named “Namek” in search of “dragon balls.” The information he’d received from Zarbon and Dodoria included retrieving these balls for Frieza to finally wish for immortality. He didn’t think much of it; they had gone on similar missions like this all the time, so it became common. However, he had to find out about the mission through those two rather than from Frieza himself, something that kept irking him.

After what had happened on his birthday the day before, he was hoping to spend the rest of the day by Frieza’s side alone. Not with these two other annoyingly smug aliens.

His rivalry with Zarbon was already a long-fueled history of jealousy and favoritism. It was a fact that, without a doubt, Zarbon was the prettiest alien in all of the Frieza force. Usually, such childish and unimportant gossip wouldn’t bother Y/N had it not been for one day catching Frieza occasionally slyly glancing at Zarbon. It was a mission including all four of them, and Y/N had completely botched the mission because of how furious and distracted he was. Nevertheless, even after getting yelled at, he wasn’t punished harshly, simply not given dinner that day. Since then, because of Frieza’s secret admiration of Zarbon, and Y/N getting away with nothing but a slap on the wrist, they had a vendetta for one another.

Dodoria, on the other hand, was much different from how he viewed Zarbon. He did not care if the alien were to drop dead any second (maybe even a little overjoyed at the possibility); he did not mind his presence. Y/N simply saw him as a ruthless man who also secretly yearned for Frieza’s attention. He wasn’t much competition, and was one of the aliens who taught him how to be strong as a kid. He’d push him around and mock his Saiyan blood, until one day, when Y/N was older, he had him pinned to the ground and made everyone watch as Dodoria apologized to him. Y/N wasn’t good with reading people, but he’d say they were well acquainted after that.

“Y/N! Lord Frieza-” A young female soldier barged into his room without notice, immediately seeing Y/N’s wet muscles on display and unfortunately a towel wrapped around his waist. With a gasp, she covered her eyes, peeking from between her fingers slowly as she stared at his toned, wet body with a blush.

“Yes, Reina? Does Lord Frieza require my presence?” He looked back at her with a calm, unbothered expression.

She gulped and lowered her hands, noticing he wasn’t bothered by her presence there, and nodded, shyly looking away. “It’s about the uh… the next mission on planet Namek.”

He smiled softly at her and nodded, “Thank you very much, Reina.” He watched her leave and didn't waste any time quickly changing into his uniform.

Y/N quickly made his way to Frieza’s side, rushing past other soldiers so fast that the wind's speed made it impossible for them to notice it was him.

Once outside Frieza’s workroom, he was about to throw open the door, but stopped as he heard the annoyingly familiar voice of Zarbon. He clenched his jaw tightly, and a small vein pulsed as he calmed his breathing. He could not meet Frieza looking like an insecure mess. Clenching and unclenching his hands, he slowly turned the handle and entered with a masked smile, avoiding making eye contact with the green-skinned alien standing way too close to his lord.

“Lord Frieza, you wanted to see me?”

“You need to work on your time management. If I call for you, that means I expect you by my side at that same moment.” Frieza gave him a fierce glare before turning to the rest of the soldiers in the room. “Vegeta has been working behind my back in search of the dragon balls to gain immortality himself. We are to get there before him, got it?”

Dodoria, Zarbon, Y/N, and the rest nodded.

“Oh, and Y/N,”

Y/N flinched and immediately looked up, seeing Frieza give him one single glance.

“Don’t mess this up.”

“Whatever you say.”

-

“Oh yes, Lord Frieza, whatever you say~” Dodoria mocked and cackled as he walked alongside Y/N and Zarbon.

They had roughly an hour remaining before arriving on planet Namek, and everything was being prepared for their landing. The other 200 soldiers boarding the ship were handling all the preparations, so the trio was simply relaxing for now, given their higher rank.

“I do not speak like that at all.” Y/N pouted, his shoulders slouched, and a small blush betrayed his face. “How come Frieza was just informed about these dragon balls anyway? All this time, there was something so powerful that could give immortality, and he didn’t know of it?”

“He didn’t; he just so happened to have heard it from Vegeta and Nappa’s scouter. You were away on your last mission, but Dodoria and I were there.” Zarbon looked down at Y/N. Despite their discord, they all came around during missions because they were the three highest-ranking officers in the Frieza Force. “Which reminds me, congratulations, Y/N, you are the last of your Saiyan race.”

“What was that? Don’t fuck with me, Zarbon.” He growled, looking up at the 6’6 alien.

“Hey, that was no joke. Seriously, didn't you hear? Raditz and Nappa kicked the bucket while fighting some humans on a planet called Earth.” Dodoria smirked. “And with Vegeta’s betrayal of Frieza, well, he's a dead man walking. As long as you don’t fuck up this mission, you’ll be the last of your monkey race.”

“That’s…”

Y/N didn’t know how to feel. Zarbon and Dodoria looked at him with amusement, waiting to see tears or fear, but instead stopped in their tracks when they saw him muttering and smiling to himself.

“Ah, this is no coincidence! I get more special as the days go by. Lord Frieza will finally look at me for who I am, those useless bastards will finally stop giving my name a bad-” He paused, turning to see their shocked faces. “What? Aren’t we getting snacks?”

-

Their arrival on Namek was quick. Dodoria, Zarbon, and Y/N walked behind Frieza, who sat on his hover pod. Their arrival was unexpected and feared by the Namekians, but even then, they did not stop their force of submission and violence. After the murder of several Namekians for retrieving information about the dragon balls, they had been able to gather three of the giant gold and red-starred balls, two securely held by Zarbon and one in the hands of Dodoria.

As they approached the next set of houses, Y/N stepped forward once more, his calm yet cold voice asking the Namekians about the location of the remaining ball. However, he was met with resistance and refusal. In response, he delivered a quick punch to the gut of an elder Namekian and grabbed the back of the shirt of one of the Namekian children, asking again for the information.

With worried looks exchanged from the remaining Namekians, they led Y/N to the inside of one of the huts, and he retrieved the shiny dragon ball laid out on a futon. He gave it over to Dodoria, but not before turning to the natives.

“Thank you.” And with a quick, swift movement, he killed every Namekian in the small village. Onto the next one.

He turned on his heel, looking over at Frieza and the other two talking, Zarbons' scouter broken into pieces on the ground.

“What’s wrong?” Y/N made his way over, standing a few inches away from Friezas' pod, something he got a small glare from his lord for so he stood back another foot.

“I’m not sure. Cui touched down in pursuit of Vegeta to mete out punishment for his betrayal, but… I had my scouter tuned to Vegeta, and it just showed a power level of over 22,000.” He furrowed his brows, deep in thought. Dodoria rolled his eyes and checked his scouter, which was a new, upgraded version of Zarbon’s old one, only to get the same reading.

“Impossible! It's saying he’s at 24,000!” Dodoria gasped, “There’s no way! His power level was 18,000 at best!”

With a sigh, Zarbon tried to reason with the ridiculousness of the situation. “Something must be interfering with the scan; otherwise, that means Vegeta’s power has surpassed our own!”

Y/N glanced over to Frieza, startled a bit as his lord’s eyes pierced into him. He was beginning to redden and smile, only for Frieza to look elsewhere and laugh. “Hardly a surprise if you think about it. I do believe Earth must’ve taught our friend a thing or two. He’s only at 24,000, right? With both of your efforts combined, that should be child’s play. Surely the thought doesn’t trouble you?”

Zarbon and Dodoria looked at each other with a nervous frown.

“But let's focus on finding the fifth dragon ball for the time being.”

All of them, along with the extra soldiers, quickly blasted towards the next village of Namekians in search of the other dragon ball, unaware they were being watched by three humans of low hidden power levels from a cave in the mountain.

Arriving at the next village, they were met with the same thing: resistance. As Y/N was about to step up, Dodoria groaned loudly, shoving the two dragon balls in his hands into Y/N’s and stepping up instead.

“It’s no fun if you take all the credit. I want to have some fun of my own.”

“Be my guest.” Y/N held onto the dragon balls tightly, watching Dodoria cackle as he went over and started attacking the fighting Namekians.

After he had killed several of them, only an old man and two children remained. The elderly Namekian had broken and destroyed all of their scouters. With little left to offer, the elder exchanged the dragon ball to ensure the children's safety.

Now, they had five dragon balls.

However, without the scouters, locating the remaining two would take a considerable amount of time.

“Now if you tell us exactly where to find the other two Dragon Balls on this planet, we’ll be on our way,” Frieza told the elder with a twisted, malicious smile.

“You have our dragon balls, so leave us alone!” He tried to argue.

“Just like the others, uncooperative. Always trying to protect your fellow Namekians with no regard at all for what I might want. And for being an ungracious host… you'll die with the children.” Frieza waved his hand, a silent order for Dodoria to resume his spree.

Dodoria violently elbowed the Namekian on the face, sending him flying with a broken nose. “I’ll die before I’ll help you terrorize my people!” He weakly cried out, his trembling body trying to sit up.

“Well, if you’d rather die than help, I can oblige. Dodoria… please dispose of our little friends.” He stared wickedly at the man, no mercy left in his crimson eyes.

As the Namekian prepared for an attack, screaming to the children to flee, he stopped in shock as Dodoria blasted one of the Namekian children, killing him instantly before getting rid of the elder as well.

He was about to attack the remaining child when he was interrupted by a distant scream. Before he could acknowledge who it was, he was punched and sent flying toward a wall.

“That's what you get…! Jerk!” A small, 5-year-old-looking child yelled. “Pick on someone your size!”

Another small man kicked Dodoria back before he could launch himself at the child, sending him backwards once again and quickly fleeing with the small Namekian kid.

Y/N groaned. He would’ve never allowed himself to be attacked so obviously. Not to mention, Dodoria did not finish off the last remaining Namekian, and Frieza was already not looking too pleased.

“Why are you still sitting there!? Bring them to me, immediately!” Frieza roared, and within seconds, Dodoria recovered from his wounds and dashed after the three.

“Shall I search for the next village, my lord? While we wait for Dodoria to make his way back, that is.” Y/N suggested placing the two dragon balls down onto the grass.

“Hm… yes, Zarbon and the rest of you will go search for the rest of the dragon balls. We will have better chances at finding them quicker if you split up. Y/N and I will go back to the ship.”

Zarbon and the other Frieza Force soldiers nodded and left the dragon balls on the ground, flying in the direction Dodoria took to inform him of the change of plans.

As Y/N gathered the Dragon Balls, his arms full and trembling, he struggled to stay calm and prevent them from falling. Frieza sighed and, with a wave of his power, made the Dragon Balls levitate on their own. “No need for that nonsense…come here.” Without questioning, Y/N approached. Frieza roughly grabbed his face and brought it down to meet his gaze. “Lord Frieza?”

“Oh, you've probably heard about Raditz and Nappa’s little accident. I was planning on telling you myself, but I couldn’t bring myself to. I can only imagine how difficult it must be for you to accept it; they were of your precious blood, after all.” His red eyes bore into his wide black ones, the mockness in his voice obvious from his tone. However, Y/N paid no mind, his face blushing slightly as he looked at him with a dazed look.

“Though it is true we were the last remaining of our kind, I never liked them. They were pathetic and careless. Vegeta is no different. I simply hope that once your wish is granted,” He grabbed Frieza’s hands from his cheeks, a daring move, and kissed his knuckles, “That I can prove myself worthy to stand by your side until my mortal life has withered.”

Surprisingly, Frieza did not react by smacking Y/N across the face, and rather leaned down, his purple-tinted lips slightly brushing Y/N’s rosy ones as he whispered, “Then do your best to make my wish come true… and I’ll give you more memorable scars to jerk off to.”

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Frieza knew exactly how to rile him up with the most tempting and sly ways.

He shook as he breathed in and out uncontrollably, his thighs trembling as the tightness on his cock slid up and down, all the way to the tip and down to the huge knot at the base. It was wet and sloppy, his head thrown back from the intensity as he tried to muffle his moans. With one swift slide of his hand, his body shook even more as his cum splattered all over the bathroom wall and floor.

Saiyans were beasts, but they were also wild, sexually aggressive animals. He came to learn that no, there wasn’t anything wrong with his penis or how many times a day he could go on for, all Saiyans had a knot that’d form on the base of their cocks when they’d get erected that wouldn't go down for hours. “It comes in handy for knocking up females,” Raditz would say to him.

Thus, Y/N could never bring himself to do it outside of his personal bathroom since he released excessive amounts of sperm, and allowing others to use that very same environment kind of made him feel bad. But it was hard to resist, especially when Frieza intentionally brushed his lips against his to provoke him. He hated lying to his lord; he never did, except for times like these when he had to excuse himself to the bathroom because he could not outright say, “I am going to go masturbate”, he'd probably get killed.

As he shamefully cleaned up, he was washing his hands thoroughly when he heard more shouting from earlier. He assumed Frieza was now beyond enraged with Zarbon; he'd overheard that he'd allowed Vegeta to escape, all so he didn’t get his beautiful hair wet because Vegeta fled by swimming. He hoped Frieza would chop it all off after this mission. He would gladly do the honors of shaving it all off of him.

He was, however, surprised to hear that Vegeta was able to kill Cui and Dodoria. He never would’ve expected that from the shorter Saiyan. Although he did remember hearing that he had almost died on Earth, which meant his power increased substantially. He had suspicions of his own that Saiyans were capable of it, as when he was left on the brink of death several times, either by Frieza’s hands or out on a mission, his power level would also largely increase. Which is why his power level was way above Zarbon’s and Dodorias's.

As he twisted the doorknob, he was knocked back by a loud sound and flames erupting through the halls. The distant screams of Zarbon were annoying his ears, but once he heard Frieza yelling, he immediately flew to the sound of his voice, even with the flames burning his skin.

“He’s pilfering my Dragon Balls right under our noses!”

“THIEVING APE!” Zarbon flew out of the hole from the broken glass of Frieza’s room, where the Dragon Balls once were.

The Dragon Balls… were gone.

“Lord Frieza-ugh!” Y/N’s cheek burned as his neck nearly broke from the impact. His head was struck so hard by Frieza’s tail that he was sent flying into the nearest wall.

“You imbecile! Where have you been all this time!? We were under attack, and you were off taking a break. Now my precious Dragon Balls have been stolen! This is equally your mess as it is Zarbons! If Vegeta is not standing before me within the hour, the only thing that will calm my wrath will be your lives!”

“Yes… Sir.” Y/N got up with trembling legs, looking at Zarbon, who had faint scratches and blood coming out of his mouth, most likely from his previous fights with Vegeta.

“Understood…” Zarbons shook.

They made their way out of the now wrecked ship. Once they got what they came here to do, it would be a hassle trying to get back with holes and broken windows scattering their once-perfect ship.

“I think it's best we split up; that way, we can have better chances of catching him. And for the love of god, look underwater, I'm sure our lives are more important than your precious hair?” In any other situation, Y/N would’ve smirked, but he was annoyed that Zarbon had fucked up so bad that it ended up with him getting in trouble as well.

“Shut up, I know. You look over there,” Zarbon pointed to the left of where they were standing before turning his body to the opposite direction. “I’ll search there, blast energy upwards once you’ve found him, got it?”

Y/N nodded, going in the direction and looking from up above before diving into the water.

Zarbon groaned; he could only hope he found Vegeta before Y/N.

Even if they were not to find the ape, he knew Y/N would not be killed; the most that would happen would be getting demoted. But for him? The most probable punishment would be his head on a spike presented as an example of what happened when you displeased Frieza. Talk about favoritism.

“Vegeta… You're determined to be the end of me one way or another, aren't you!?” He muttered to himself.

Without the scouters, it was practically impossible to find someone with mere sight. He flew around, his neck sore from looking left and right until his pleas were answered.

Just a mile away was the same short man who’d attacked Dodoria and saved the two children, holding a Dragon Ball. He could already see Frieza giving him a week's vacation for such a discovery. Yet it got better, because just a few seconds behind was Vegeta, chasing after the man. His joyful expression quickly turned to rage as he blasted off into the air, chasing after them as well.

“I’ve locked on to you now! And you are going to rue the day!”

-

“Hmm…” A blue short-haired woman sat on a rock on the Namekian planet. She was not native, her skin was pale, and she wore not native clothes or Frieza Force armor. She held a book, reading it with full focus.

Just then, a short bald man landed in front of her, a smile on his face as he held a golden red-starred ball, but the suddenness of his arrival caused the woman to scream and fall on her back.

“Sorry, Bulma.”

She slowly grabbed the rock and peeked to see who it was, her face quickly turning to a scowl as she yelled at him. “What the hell is wrong with you, Krillin!? Are you trying to kill me?”

“I thought we all agreed you’d stay inside the cave? You're going to be spotted out here.”

“Whatever! Ooh… is that what I think it is? You actually found one?” She giddily walked over, looking into the shiny, huge orb. “Wow, I guess the homegrown variety is a lot bigger than we’re used to.”

“Yeah, Earth’s Dragon Balls are much smaller, but these bad boys are heavy. Anyways, the Grand Elder Namekian gave it to me, you’re not going to believe what that old guy can do! Where’s Gohan? He and I have a little trip to make back to the Elder’s place.” Krillin smiled, looking around for the kid.

“About that… A Dragon Ball popped up on the radar over near that village where Vegeta was attacking, and he went to look for it.”

“Please tell me you’re joking…” He exasperated. “What the!? There’s an energy right on top of us, and it is huge!” He looked around, a frightened look on his face.

“Ah, is it Gohan?” Bulma smiled, trying to look up at the sky for the small boy.

“No, we're not that lucky-”

Just then, a familiar face to them came into sight, his body landing a few feet away from them as he stared at them with a smirk.

“IT’S VEGETA!” Bulma and Krillin screamed in horror.

The very same Saiyan that had landed on their home planet and ended the lives of their many friends was staring right at them, looking much stronger and smug. Because of him, Earth’s Dragon Balls had disappeared after Vegeta and his friend Nappa had killed Piccolo, who was connected to Kami, the guardian of their Dragon Balls. Bulma, Krillin, and Gohan had come to Namek to gather their Dragon Balls and revive their fallen friends, but Vegeta’s and Frieza’s wish for immortality was making all of their plans clash.

“Fancy our paths crossing here, Earlthings. Judging from the Dragon Ball, you’re clutching so tightly there, it appears you’ve come all this way for the same reason I did.” He looked over his shoulder with a wider smirk before glaring at the two in front of him. “Now, the two of you can stay put here while I attend to some unfinished business with our upcoming guest, or you can try to run and make this much uglier.”

Just as he said that, another alien came down from the sky, floating above as he looked downward with disdain at Vegeta, glancing at the two for a slight second before his gaze went back to the Saiyan and chuckled.

“You make me look the fool, and now all you can do is just stand there. Ah, I recognize baldy. Is he a friend of yours now?” Zarbon looked at the two hiding in fear, Bulma giggling and waving at the pretty alien, only to be scolded by Krillin.

“Hah, you’ve got a fan club,” Vegeta smirked, watching Zarbon's eye twitch with anger.

“Go ahead and laugh, you have no idea how much I'm going to enjoy watching lord frieza put that mouth of yours through the wringer… one way or another, you will tell us where the remaining dragon balls are.”

Within seconds, the two were up in the air, wrestling and fighting. They blasted attacks at each other, but each one dodged them in time before they were hit.

At some point, Zarbon’s beautiful face and body contorted from anger at not being able to strike Vegeta, transforming himself into a demonic, reptilian-like form. That was the form in which his power would spike, but not even that was able to make him stronger against Vegeta. Vegeta dodged and eventually hit Zarbon on the face, sending him flying towards the pond below them.

Seeing the perfect opportunity, Krillin grabbed Bulma and flew away from the scene, only for Vegeta to blast an attack in front of them and prevent them from fleeing, forcing them to watch the two brawl.

Zarbon got back up after some time, growling and launching towards Vegeta, but Vegeta predicted it, swiftly landing a powerful punch at his stomach and burying his fist deep inside, causing Zarbon to spit out blood.

“Vetega… I was just… following orders… I-I beg you… mercy!”

“After all these years of being spat on and taunted by you, you expect me to show you mercy?” He growled, deepening his fist inside the wound of Zarbon's stomach.

With his life flashing before his eyes, Zarbon tried to cling to the only possibility for life, “Hear me out… if we… joined together, we could… prevail over Frieza! I-I’ll convince Y/N and we can-”

Vegeta did not budge, blasting an attack inside his stomach and ending Zarbon's life.

-

Y/N had been searching for a long while, yet he was not able to find anything, no sign of life or a nearby village. He had a bad feeling about something, but simply brushed it off as still trying to register that Frieza was angry at him. He kept being on the lookout, but as the minutes passed, he got more and more irritated at the isolated islands and the absence of Zarbon's signal.

As he was about to cut the corner to one of the mountains, he stopped as he spotted a small power level nearby. He hid behind the huge mountain, looking over his shoulder as the similar boy from before flew by, not having noticed Y/N. It was the same boy who had attacked Dodoria and fled with the bald guy and Namekian kid.

Considering he had no leads, he decided to follow him from afar.

Frieza may have said to let them be as they were not a threat, but he’d be overjoyed if Y/N were to bring back the Dragon Ball that the boy was currently flying with. He’d follow him to his destination and see if he had the last two Dragon Balls before killing them and taking the balls back with him to Frieza. He hoped that would be enough for not being able to find Vegeta. Though deep down he knew it wasn’t.

The journey was quite long, but before long, they arrived at another mountain where a blue-haired woman and the same bald guy were standing, looking petrified. But the arrival of the boy made them overjoyed, and he saw them celebrating over the Dragon Ball in the boy's hands. He made sure to stay far away yet close enough to them so that he was able to make out what they were talking about.

He mentally cursed when he heard the bald guy, whose name was Krillin, tell the boy that Vegeta was there just a couple of minutes ago, and that he had fled with the Dragon Ball they had. His initial shock about Vegeta’s power was now over the top when he also heard that he’d defeated Zarbon.

Of course, he knew something was wrong! He had a bad feeling; he should’ve known. Zarbon was betraying him all along and wanted to take on Vegeta himself; he deserved to die. He would’ve loved to see the miserable expression on his face as his life faded. He made a mental note to ask Vegeta for the details before Frieza killed him.

Y/N snapped out of his train of thought and realized he’d been chasing after them without realizing. They were heading someplace he didn’t know, though he did remember hearing something about a “Grand Elder” from Krillin to Gohan, the small boy. What he also noted was sensing a similar power level, most likely Vegeta, heading towards the two, so he further hid himself so as not to be spotted.

After some flying, Krillin and Gohan finally noticed Vegeta’s presence and stopped.

Y/N realized this was the perfect opportunity. If Vegeta had one Dragon Ball and Krillin had another, that meant they would have all seven once he brought Vegeta back to Frieza and forced him to reveal the locations of the other five stolen Dragon Balls. However, he needed to be patient; it seemed from Krillin's and Gohan's tone that they were not on Vegeta's side, nor were they on Frieza's side either. Therefore, he would have to take action after Vegeta got their Dragon Ball.

He watched Gohan fly towards a nearby village, and Krillin stood behind, waiting for Vegeta to come at him. He was brave for an Earthling, but Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle as he watched the slightest tremble to his clutched hands.

Once Vegeta arrived, things only became more confusing. He was pretty far as he knew Vegeta could easily sense his power level, so he couldn’t overhear their conversation. Even after they all went to the nearby Namekian village and suddenly quickly left, it was hard to tell what they were planning. The Earthlings were willingly following Vegeta, someone they had feared and were retaliating against.

Until he sensed it, the five annoyingly strong power levels were heading straight to Namek.

Y/N mentally sighed; the Ginyu Force was here.

It seemed Frieza was getting aggravated and impatient. By now, his hour had passed for bringing Vegeta, so he had to bring in reinforcements. Based on Vegeta’s and the Earthlings' unexpected alliance, Vegeta knew that too.

He sped up, trailing behind the group and tackling Vegeta down onto an island as soon as they were about to land, his hand holding both of Vegeta’s wrists on top of his head as he straddled him, the Dragon Ball once in Vegeta’s hands now rolling over and stopping several feet away from them.

“You’ve been an annoying little pest. I oughta take care of you right here and now unless you hand over the Dragon Balls.” Y/N’s face was extremely close to Vegeta’s, his eyes staring into the burning eyes of the other Saiyan and watching him struggle under his grasp.

“I will kill you! You insignificant little-!” Vegeta growled, looking over at Krillin and Gohan, who trembled at seeing Y/N. “What are you doing just standing there!? Gather the Dragon Balls and wish for my immortality!”

“So that’s what this is? You teamed up with the Earthlings? Do they know you are betraying them? Just like you betrayed Raditz, Nappa, Frieza, and everyone who has crossed your path.” Y/N chuckled, twisting his arm and changing their positions so that Vegeta was lying on his stomach, his angry face pressed against the dirt floor and being pinned down harder. “I can guarantee your civilization will be protected under Frieza. Giving him the Dragon Balls will grant you much more than Vegeta has lied about. Make your choice, Earthlings.”

Krillin swallowed, looking in deep thought before he looked at Gohan with helpless eyes and turned back to Y/N with a fierce look. “How can we trust you aren’t betraying us as well?”

“I could’ve killed you long ago. Our only agenda here is to kill Vegeta and retrieve the Dragon Balls. We will leave this planet and its civilians after the fact.”

“He’s fucking lying! He does everything Frieza tells him to do, his puppy face is all a facade, don’t trust-gah!” Vegeta's face was further squished between Y/N’s elbow and the floor. “Just gather the Dragon Balls already!” He weakly gasped.

Without much thought, Krillin went over and gathered the Dragon Ball that had rolled over and ran towards one of the mountains, leaving Y/N no choice. “This is so annoying.” With a quick move, he knocked out Vegeta, giving Gohan one simple glance before chasing after Krillin and punching him in the gut, sending him to his knees.

He grabbed both Dragon Balls that Krillin had dropped and looked up to see the other five lying on the floor, hidden between two huge rocks. “There they are.”

“AAHH!” A brave voice yelled out behind him. He moved his head to the side, dodging Gohan's kick and grabbing his leg, slamming him to the ground next to where Krillin kneeled. “It is truly a shame you passed on such a generous offer, but as Frieza’s personal soldier, I will have to enforce punishment once I hand over the Dragon Balls to my lord.”

“That was truly a marvelous performance, Y/N you are as manly and ruthless as ever!” A booming voice behind him cackled, making Y/N stop in his tracks and clench his jaw, turning slowly to meet the gaze of Ginyu and his force.

For fucks sake-

“Ooh! Aggh! I’m Recoome!!!”

-you’ve got to-

“Haah! I am… Burter!!!”

-be fucking-

“Huuryuow! I’m Jeice!!!”

-kidding me!

“Ooyahrar! Nyow! Guldo!”

“Please stop…” Y/N grimaced, closing his eyes in irritation.

“Huuyah! Ginyu!!!”

Striking their poses, they yelled out in unison,

“Together we are the… Ginyu Force!”

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“Ah, yes, well done, Ginyu’s. A pleasure to see you, as always.” Frieza’s tail wagged slowly behind him, a contented smile on his face as he had just watched their introduction dance. He never outright told them, as he admired the dedication, but the dance and ritual were slightly… embarrassing. Nevertheless, their power levels were respectable, so he let them be.

“Thank you, Lord Frieza. We always aim to please. I assume you have a special mission in mind for us?” Ginyu asked, his hands behind his back as he stood proudly.

“That traitor Vegeta has stolen and run off with the Dragon Balls that I’ve been working ever so hard to collect. Not to mention he has killed Zarbon and Dodoria, and I assume Y/N as well, who hasn’t made it back.” He frowned. “Your mission is to find him, subdue him, and then bring him to me. Then I’ll see if I can “persuade” him to tell me where he’s hidden them.”

The thought of what he’d do the moment he laid his hands on that traitor ape made the corner of his lips lift into a smirk. It was a shame that his three top commanding officers were killed; the hiring process would take a while, as nobody was as strong as they were. Though deep down, he knew there was no way Y/N was deceased. He was clumsy and dumb, but he wasn’t weak like Vegeta. He already had a punishment in mind for Y/N, if Frieza didn’t instantly kill him, that is.

The Ginyu Force immediately worked on their scouters, finding Vegeta on their radar almost instantly. “Ah, well, if that’s all, it is as good as done. Our scouters are already tracking his location. He’s on the move, not too far from here, and in a hurry from the looks of it. Hm?” Ginyu worked his scooter further, a small frown on his face.

“Is something wrong?” Frieza raised an eyebrow, tilting his head in confusion.

“It seems Vegeta’s not traveling alone. He has three others with him, two with fairly substantial power levels and the other… It’s Y/N.”

Frieza’s eyes darkened, his glare now more venomous as he hummed, “Really…? Ah… I never took Y/N as a traitor. So they have been working together all this time, no wonder Y/N seemed off today.”

“What do we do with them?” The Ginyu Force was quiet, the air was intense and dark, as lively and rowdy as they were, they became serious when it came to traitors. They were already looking forward to beating Vegeta, but Y/N would be a struggle; his power level was equal if not higher than Ginyu’s, and they knew he wouldn’t go down without at least one of their members dying.

“I don’t care. Have fun. But bring Y/N directly to me as well. Alive.”

“Lord Frieza, we brought those new top-of-the-line scouters you asked for.” Jeice handed him a green box before they all formed a line from tallest to shortest. “It’s showtime, men! Ready? Let's go! Ginyu! Force!”

Frieza remained stunned, an embarrassed blush on his face as he watched them all blast away.

-

“So that's how it is… Frieza thought I betrayed him?” Y/N was pouting, a saddened look on his face as he followed behind Ginyu, who held the Dragon Balls in the air as they took flight.

The arrival of the Ginyu Force was frightening for the Earthlings as they had instantly bolted far away, to where Vegeta was, and woke him up. Having heard Y/N talking about Frieza, the Ginyu Force was relieved that it was all a misunderstanding and apologized to him, glad that they did not have to fight a friend. Though Y/N never considered them such.

“It’ll be alright, I’ll just explain to him that we were wrong. You were going to bring the Dragon Balls anyway, we just made it quicker for you, aye pal?” Ginyu cackled as he slapped Y/N’s back, to which he growled.

“Whatever, do you think your men can handle them all? The Earthling’s power levels may seem small, but they can increase and decrease them at will. Not to mention Vegeta has improved his own and-”

“Stop worrying about it, they are no match for my men! Once I drop you and the Dragon Balls off, I’ll go back to them and finish whatever they couldn’t. We just have to bring back Vegeta alive anyway, so it'll be easy considering you did most of the work before we got there.”

Y/N slowly nodded.

They slowly descended onto the ground, Y/N visibly nervous as he waited for Frieza to be alerted of their arrival.

The wait wasn’t long as Frieza’s hover pod sped out of his ship and in front of the Dragon Balls. Looking down in shame, Y/N continued sulking.

“Outstanding Captain Ginyu, simply outstanding. Once again, you have exceeded my expectations. Not only did you recover all seven Dragon Balls, but you did it with such apparent ease that I’m upset with myself for not having called your men sooner.”

“Praise from you is high praise, indeed, Lord Frieza. But I must inform you, this was all the work of Y/N-”

Y/N looked up at Ginyu, it was times like these that he liked the older alien, he may be insefurable at times, but he could tell his heart was always on the purest of-

“No need to cover for him; his punishment awaits inside. Your service is much appreciated. At last, eternal life will be mine! I want to savor this moment.” Frieza leaned down, his hand caressing the shiny orbs before the glare of his eyes looked at Y/N. “You must know I do not take lightly to traitors, give me one reason as to why I should not kill you this instant.”

“Lord Frieza…” Y/N swallowed the lump in his throat, his vision blurry from the tears building in his eyes. His whole body felt like collapsing. He never got like this, only when Frieza looked at him the same way he did any soldier. Y/N could always see the slight glimmer in his eyes when Frieza glanced at him, even when he’d glare or yell. Yet the glimmer was no longer there, as if he were talking to a low-level soldier who was about to be executed. He could not bear it. His knees gave out, his head hitting the floor as he cried out,

“Please, forgive me for failing to complete my mission in time. I would never betray you, my lord. The thought of even hurting you is unbearable. I would rather you end my life than let that thought ever cross my idiot mind. Please, Lord Frieza, this worthless soul begs for your forgiveness! If you are to end my life, I ask you to do so as our lips meet so that I can feel your warmth one last time…!”

“SHUT UP YOU- AND YOU! YOU DID NOT HEAR ANYTHING, DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!?” Frieza yelled, his face flushed red as his fists hit the ground, making deep holes from how enraged and embarrassed he was.

Ginyu nodded, a small blush on his face as he looked at the two curiously, making a small thumbs-up and a wide smile down at Y/N before looking serious again. If there was one person who knew about those two, it was Ginyu.

On Y/N’s last birthday, Frieza and Y/N spent the morning in his room. Everyone assumed it was Y/N’s punishment for accidentally messing with the control buttons that ended up making their trip to a nearby planet take longer. What was supposed to be a 3-day trip had now turned to a week, and everyone on board was working double-time because of it. But with Ginyu unaware and having just returned from a mission, he walked over to Frieza’s room with the good news that he’d finally made a new, improved charismatic pose for his Ginyu Force introduction. His men waited outside as he walked into Frieza’s room, confused as to why there were no soldiers outside until he opened the door and saw it.

Y/N was pushing Frieza down on the bed, his hips directly rubbing in between Frieza’s spread legs. He would’ve thought his lord was under attack had he not continued staring. Frieza’s tail kept wagging back and forth, and to Ginyu’s horror, he was moaning and pulling Y/N down on him, his arms wrapped around his shoulders and their lips glued together. Ginyu gasped as soon as Frieza’s soft gaze met his. His once soft gaze turned sharp as he screamed, pushing Y/N so hard that he flew upwards and cracked the ceiling.

Ever since that day, Ginyu noticed the two did not feel shame talking or acting like an old couple in front of him, something that took a long time to get used to, but the embarrassment was long gone, and Ginyu silently rooted for Y/N. It was very clear to him that Frieza liked him as well; he never allowed anyone to touch him, let alone make out with them so deeply in his bed. But he knew his lord would take a long time to admit such weakness.

Taking a deep breath, Frieza looked back at his Dragon Balls, caressing the orbs. “I will not kill you, but your punishment will still take place once my wish has been granted. Now, let my wish for immortality become true!”

Y/N looked up and felt a wave of relief wash over him as he saw that Frieza was no longer angry. He wiped the tears from his face; his cheeks and eyes were still red, but he managed to calm down. Standing up, he adjusted his armor.

“This calls for a special performance to commemorate the occasion! In your honor… The Dance of Joy!” Ginyu began dancing, performing carefully as he waved his hands around, his legs kicking in every direction and grunting with every move.

“Um… perhaps you could do that for me next time.” Frieza looked up, a small sweatdrop on his cheek.

“Whatever you say.”

“I still can’t believe it, my dream of immortality is about to come true! I don’t mind admitting it to you… I’m a bit excited!”

“And why not? In a few seconds, you’ll cement your place as supreme ruler of the universe forever!” Ginyu looked just as excited, eagerly looking at Frieza with a smirk,

Y/N couldn’t help but smile, looking at Frieza being excited was all he could ask for in life. He watched him get up, outstretching his arms and looking down at the Dragon Balls.

“Now, my Dragon Balls. I, Frieza, command you to grant my wish for immortality and eternal youth!” All three of them gazed expectantly at the Dragon Balls, waiting for the wish to be granted, only to be met with silence and the distant noises of the animals on the planet.

“Strange… nothing's happening, is it? Maybe it's already done. Do you feel immortal yet, Lord Frieza?” Y/N looked at him, a worried look on his face.

“No… no, I don’t think so… Why…? What’s wrong?” He was in deep thought before he gasped and looked up in fury. “Of course! What that second Namekian elder said when I took his Dragon Ball from him. He said, ‘You outworlders will never unlock their power’... There must be some sort of key required to use the Dragon Balls. Some secret ritual or something known only to the Namekians that will grant wishes! So what is it!?” He yelled in frustration, his hands clutched tightly, his nails digging into his palms and drawing blood. “I need a Namekian here! Now!!”

“Are there even any Namekians left?” Y/N wondered.

Frieza quickly checked his scouter, a smirk reappearing on his face as he chuckled. “Ah, if I’m not mistaken, I’m reading what would appear to be two more Namekians… And as a bonus, there's also a third reading moving towards their location. It seems we never attacked that area, and they were able to stay hidden until now.”

“Then leave it to me, Lord Frieza, I’ll track them down and force them to tell us how to grant your wish.” Y/N grabbed one of the new scouters and put it on, finding their location instantly.

“We shall go together then. I think it would be best if I talked to them myself. While I am gone, I will trust you, Ginyu, to watch the Dragon Balls.” He stood up, getting on his hover pod and looking back at Y/N, who flew over to his side.

“Right! You can count on me! I will protect them with my life! Good luck, Lord Frieza!”

Ginyu observed as the two flew away, grinning at the sight of them together. They were seriously perfect for each other.

-

“Grand Elder, it’s Nail! He’s come back!” A small Namekian boy chirped, seeing a tall Namekian enter the house. The man whose name was Nail instantly kneeled upon seeing the elder Namekian sitting on the massive chair in the room, a shameful yet fierce look on his face.

“Why have you returned, Nail? I ordered you to help the Earthlings, did I not?”

“Forgive my disobedience, Grand Elder, but my first duty is to protect you. I cannot brush that aside even on your orders. If you should die, the Dragon Balls will vanish, and the Earthlings will have struggled for nothing. The best I can do is to guard you until my last breath.” Nail looked down, yet stood his ground.

Dende, the small boy, looked at the Grand Elder and back at Nail, confused and terrified.

Nail stood up, looking past his shoulder and towards an unknown direction. “There, just as I feared, the enemy has learned of this place. He’ll be arriving soon.”

“Come here, Dende,” The Grand Elder spoke. Dende quickly made his way over to him, watching as the Grand Elder placed his hand on top of his head. A sudden surge of energy entered his small body, making him feel stronger. “Now go, I rely on you to give the Earthlings assistance in Nails' place. I have drawn out your power, so that you could reach them quicker.”

“B-But Elder-”

“Hurry, child, there’s no time.” The elder watched as the Namekian boy hesitantly nodded, immediately bolting out of the house and flying towards where the humans were.

“If the enemy does not claim me, I fear old age will…” He weakly murmured.

-

Frieza and Y/N were close to reaching the area of the last three Namekians, their flight quiet and focused on the task at hand. However, Frieza kept glancing at him, subtle but obvious enough for Y/N to notice. “Sir? Is everything okay?”

“Don’t you ever get tired of just kissing?” He muttered.

“S-Sir!?” Y/N’s face reddened at the unexpected comment. Of course, he didn’t! Anything he did with Frieza, even his screams and blows, was enough for him to be satisfied. Was his lord being insecure because they could not get the Dragon Balls to work? Whatever it was, he had to fix that. “Of course not!”

“Every time we kiss… You hump me like a stupid dog.” Frieza’s voice was so low that Y/N was lucky enough to hear that comment.

He cleared his throat and spoke, “I can stop if it bothers-”

“Next time I’ll- we can… do it.”

Y/N could not see his lord’s face from his view, but the red tips of his ears gave him enough reason to know he did not just imagine him saying what he said.

Do… it? Frieza was never vulgar like that; he wouldn’t ask that… but even now, he held such an embarrassed expression on his face. What else could he be talking about but that? He swallowed any doubt and nodded, too eagerly that his head began to spin.

“Y-yes…”

Once they arrived at the place, Y/N looked around, finding it odd that there was a single house atop the huge mountain. Once they landed, Frieza got off his pod, standing next to Y/N as he too stared at the house.

The door to the house suddenly opened, and they were met by a Namekian who walked up to them, his face full of hatred and resentment. “Your intent, please?”

“Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Frieza, and I’ve come on rather pressing business involving a wish. You see, I’ve managed to gather this planet's Dragon Balls, but what I lack, it seems, is the key to unlocking their power. I believe you might be of help?” He smirked, his eyes glaring into the similar glaring eyes of the Namekian. “What must I do to get my wish granted now that I’ve obtained them all?”

“My apologies… You are not the sort of person I’m at liberty to tell.” He didn’t even flinch or move from Frieza’s gaze, and outright refused him without fear. Y/N was ready to step in and knock some sense into him, but Frieza stopped him.

“There are two of you, aren't there? Because if you won’t talk, I’m sure your friend would be more amiable.” He chuckled, looking towards the house.

“I doubt that, but you can try. Just know this first, the elder you speak of is our Grand Elder. The oldest of our race and the creator of the Dragon Balls.” He grits his teeth as he notices Frieza mocking him by pretending to be shocked. “Laugh all you want, but if his life form is extinguished, the Dragon Balls will cease to exist as well.”

“You don’t say…” Frieza looked up at the house, destroying it with his eye lasers and flying up to meet the elder. Y/N and Nail stared at each other for a long time before Nail flew up to where Frieza was. Y/N stayed behind, having been told by Frieza as he examined his surroundings.

Once Frieza came back down, he explained the situation. “Seems fats is weak and on the brink of death. You stay here; I will be going elsewhere to fight this weakling.”

Y/N watched them leave, a slight disappointment on his face. He wanted to be by his lord's side a bit longer, but Frieza’s words kept making him dazed and distracted, so he’d probably be in the way of their fight. He flew up to the building where the elder was and stared at him. “Whoa… you are big.”

-

He doesn’t know how long he was sitting on the floor of the house for, talking to the elder as if his fellow soldiers hadn’t killed his people. “You said you are the oldest, how old are you then?”

The Namekian Elder seemed to be taken aback each time Y/N spoke to him as if he weren’t an enemy. He was extremely laid back and held no killing intent; rather, he spoke with calmness and a slight friendliness that Frieza hadn’t shown. It was similar to his Namekian soldiers, the loyalty built on trust and family, the desire to protect, and the young man in front of him held. But even the elder knew there was no such thing as a family in an environment controlled by that evil tyrant. “Has he forced you to join his side?”

Y/N’s eyes widened, and he looked up at him, his eyes darkening a bit, but he shook his head, remembering he couldn’t kill him. “I am Lord Frieza’s most trusted soldier. I fight and protect him no matter-”

“But is that what you truly want?” He coughed a bit, his eyes continuing to be closed as he sat there, as if waiting for death to consume him. It seriously disgusted Y/N. He reeked of death, and his words- his words confused the hell out of him. What did he even mean?

“I… fight by Frieza’s side because it makes me happy. I was born to be by his side. If I can’t even do that, then what good am I? I need to protect him!” He didn’t realize he was screaming until the elder opened his eyes, looking down at him with a sympathetic gaze. Why was he doing that? What kind of idiot did he take him for?

“Stop that!” Those disgustingly sad eyes were the same ones all his teachers had given him. Despite training him to become the best so he could stand alongside Frieza, they never seemed pleased when he finally accomplished what they had asked of him. All he wanted was to make them proud, yet each time he succeeded, they left him, never to return. He longed for their praise. Even when he made friends during missions, they'd secretly refer to him as “Frieza’s Loyal Puppy.”

“True relationships are built not on lies but on trust. You do not need; you want. You want to love, to protect, to defend. It is not too late to turn back and start anew,” the elder urged gently.

Shaking his fists, Y/N smashed the nearest wall, gritting his teeth as he growled, his tail puffed up in anger. “I do not need your weak speech! Frieza… loves me! He tells me I’m good.” He didn’t realize he had begun to hug himself tightly, seeking comfort. “Those idiots all disappeared because they did not love me!”

“Or perhaps,” the elder replied softly, “the truth is that Frieza does not want anyone to love you.”

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To be born into a legacy of power, Frieza had everything given to him. With his natural talents stemming from a strong lineage and the fearsome reputation of King Cold as his father, his wish to be the strongest since childhood didn’t seem unrealistic.

Things got worse when King Cold, now retired, passed his reign to Frieza. His imperial army, combined with his immense power, quickly twisted the already spoiled 7-year-old into a ruthless tyrant. It was only natural for him to seek worship and instill fear because he was meant to be a king, ready to dominate the universe. Weaker opponents faced swift doom, while those who dared to challenge him encountered even worse fates.

He still couldn't understand why he had taken that boy in. He’d completely forgotten about him until he saw him again five years later. The kid's power level had jumped to an impressive 25,000, but it still didn’t meet Frieza’s expectations. If he had been born with a power of 12,000, he should have surpassed that by a lot.

That was when Frieza chose to take Y/N’s missions into his own hands, intentionally sending him on tasks that would typically require an entire army, just to enjoy watching his struggle. But the boy never wavered; he survived and thrived, showing some hidden strength that fascinated Frieza. And there was always his bothersome little mentor, a mere woman of an unimportant race, completely powerless. Frieza would have ignored her if it weren't for the sight of Y/N, crying over a scraped knee, calling out for her. His anger flared at such a display; at Y/N’s age, he had already been locked in a deadly rivalry with Cooler, fighting for their share of the empire.

That day, Frieza amused himself by killing that mentor off with a smirk as he watched the boy search for her after. With that distraction gone, he turned his attention back to Y/N, determined to shape him into a force worthy of respect, his respect.

Any weakling who dared to get too close to Y/N simply vanished. Frieza wanted no weakness clouding his vision. He even considered partnering Y/N with the Ginyu Force, but he couldn’t stand seeing the boy posing so embarrassingly with them and pulled him out within a week. Frieza thought about adding him to his inner circle with Zarbon and Dodoria, but he knew Y/N was not ready; he was still too clumsy and naive.

When Y/N was twenty, things only got better. Three Saiyans, nearly dead, showed up at his door in the middle of the night. Frieza admitted he was surprised. Y/N was covered in blood, not his own, except for his scraped knuckles. He didn't miss how his gaze was fixed on Frieza, filled with desperation and longing. It made Frieza's cold heart flutter with something unexpected. That day, he began to see him differently.

Frieza’s species wasn’t known for being sexually energetic; his reproductive traits were hidden in a slit, only appearing in moments of arousal. That night, much to his surprise, the slit did not close. It was the first time he played with himself out of need rather than curiosity.

Having Y/N by his side after that stirred a darker excitement within him. The slightest brush of their skin made the Saiyan shiver. A thrilling sense of control surged through him, making it even more exciting. He enjoyed the power he held over Y/N, and twisted affection began to mix with his desire for dominance, creating an obsession that both now secretly held for each other.

-

Y/N did not realize what was happening or where he was. He heard the angry mutterings and groans of Frieza from above him. They were midair, but he wasn’t flying.

He remembered that he was about to kill that large Namekian when Frieza had grabbed the back of his shirt and was now dragging him somewhere. He hoped Frieza wasn't angry. He didn't… want to upset him… His lips trembled.

Was he really letting the Namekian’s words affect him?

“You're finally awake, you useless little-” Frieza inhaled sharply, but the harsh frown on his face didn’t disappear; in fact, he looked more furious than Y/N had ever seen him. “Those weaklings are about to use my Dragon Balls! Compose yourself quickly, or I’ll drop you here, and you'll be dead to me!”

Y/N’s body instinctively moved as he did as he was ordered, flying alongside his lord, but his expression was void of emotion. He remained distracted and lost in thought; even when he tried to shake it off, it still lingered in his mind. The only possible explanation was that the elder had somehow used magic on him.

To calm himself, Y/N checked his scouter in an attempt to locate Ginyu. However, it displayed various readings near their ship, but there was no sign of Ginyu himself. "S-Sir? There are no indications of Ginyu or his force in the area!"

“I know that you imbecile. Vegeta and those little nuisances have somehow defeated my strongest force of men and have taken the Dragon Balls. It’s not long before-” He gasped, his eyes widening as he watched the sky turn dark, a growl escaping his lips as he flew even faster towards the location of the Dragon Balls.

Just then, an enormous figure of a heavy-muscled dragon appears, looking down at what Y/N assumes to be the Earthlings. Was this the work of the Dragon Balls? By now, He was no longer fueled by confusing thoughts, his mind fully restored to focus as he flew faster to the source of the Dragon Balls.

However, by the time the two had made it there, the Dragon Balls had long gone. Reduced to nothing but white balls of stone. The skies had also cleared up, with no signs of the dragon that once towered over them all.

Gohan and Krillin stared at them, fear yet bravery in their eyes. Alongside them, a small Namekian child, the same one Dodoria failed to kill. And to make matters worse, Vegeta stood by, also looking arrogant.

“You-” Y/N frowned, ready to attack them all until Frieza interrupted.

“Those vile filth-sucking maggots! You will rue the day you cross my path! Prepare yourselves to embrace oblivion!” He clutched his fist, his voice loud and booming as his anger was fueled by the second. All that time spent on the Dragon Balls only for those low-power-level idiots to use up his wish.

“Finally letting your true colors show. Go on then, do your worst, but if you think this is going to be easy, you are dead wrong!” Vegeta walked up, standing proudly in front of him, looking smug as always.

“Of all the things you might have said, I dare say you’ve forgotten how truly terrifying I can be.” Frieza chuckled angrily, his tail curling around Y/N and harshly pushing him forward. “I won’t lift a finger to fight your weak self. I’d much rather enjoy the show. Y/N, make me proud, will you?” He smiled almost sincerely, though evil lurked beneath the surface, and yet Y/N nodded in response.

With everything that went down that day, Y/N was a total mess of feelings. But in that brief moment when his lord’s tail softly brushed against his skin, something clicked in his heart. It hit him hard: no matter how much Frieza controlled his life, or how every desire felt like a trick his mind was playing on him, he’d give up anything for him in a heartbeat. Even if it resulted in his death, he’d welcome it, knowing it was for Frieza. The truth was, Frieza was the light in Y/N’s life, the air he breathed. Without him, everything would feel empty, and he couldn’t imagine a world where his heart didn’t beat for the tyrant who had him wrapped around his finger.

To think he was getting swayed by the words of that old man… he guessed it never crossed his old dying mind that he was equally as obsessed with his lord as he was with him.

With no chances to react, Y/N charged at Vegeta, catching him off guard and knocking him down onto the ground by punching him hard on the stomach. He prepared an attack and aimed it straight at his head, but Vegeta moved, dodging the attack.

Vegeta jumped up, blasting Y/N with an attack and backing up from him. He already knew he could not fight Y/N in close combat, as that was his main form of fighting.

Y/N, unfazed by the attack, easily dodged the punch that Krilin and Gohan sent his way, glaring at them and watching them back up immediately as well.

“What are you waiting for? Show us the true powers of Frieza’s Loyal Dog! Or were you all talk this whole time?” Vegeta chuckled.

“You best be careful, little prince. Might I remind you, it was I who almost killed you twice. Do not get cocky just because you’ve raised your power level by a mere two numbers.” Y/N scoffed, watching with glee as Vegeta growled at the comment.

Standing up straight and clenching his fists, Y/N yelled as he amplified his ki, causing their surroundings to change. The energy coming from his body made the wind begin to blow extremely hard, creating waves of water to begin to overtake the islands, almost drowning Frieza’s ship in the process. The mountain around them also broke from the intensity, forcing everyone to fly up and observe from the skies.

Being born with high power levels was not enough; years of strenuous training and learning speed, stamina, and enhancing both physical and mental strength were what made Y/N who he was. At base power, his level power stood at a high 100,000. But unknown to everyone except Frieza, this number increased to double when he attacked.

But power levels were useless now that someone like Ginyu was defeated by the likes of these guys, so he had to be careful and, unlike Vegeta, take this seriously. He glanced at them all, his new power making them freeze in place. “I think I’ll start with…”

Gohan trembled under Y/N’s gaze, still having a firm look on his face but clearly in total fear. Krillin, who had been holding Dende close to his chest, gasped and clutched Dende even harder once Y/N glanced at him. Vegeta held a frown, gritting his teeth once his eyes met with Y/N’s.

“YOU!” Y/N charged, passing a scared Gohan and a petrified Vegeta, heading right at Krillin. With not much time to react, he dropped Dende, getting ready to attack, only to be punched straight in the stomach by Y/N’s fist, going through and exiting from his back.

“Krillin! You- You monster!” Gohan screamed, flying through the air to help out his friend, but Krillin shook his head.

“Stay back,” he whispered in a breathy, weak voice, his body slowly falling and sinking into the water as Y/N retreated his fist.

“I-I have to get Krillin… Move,” Gohan teared up, looking disoriented and confused.

Y/N sneered, “I think it best you start worrying about yourself, you do not stand a chance against-” A sudden burst of numerous attacks was sent towards Y/N, sending him scrambling towards the nearest island and suffocating him, not allowing him to move as they continued to come down at him.

“I SAID MOVE!” Gohan continued to scream; his attacks were much tougher and stronger now. It seemed that with the death of his friend, his emotions had brought out a stronger force of his hidden powers.

However, when the smoke cleared and Gohan tried to see where Y/N was, he looked unfazed, only scratched up a bit. “You forgot to say please.”

Completely disappearing, Y/N appeared behind Gohan, grabbing him by the hair and throwing him to the ground, watching him bounce like a ball before placing his foot down on his tiny head. “Goodbye…” He smirked as the boy underneath him screamed in pain and horror. Y/N looked up at Vegeta, who did nothing to stop it. “Won’t you help him? Or are you paralyzed from fear?”

Vegeta glared at him, but not before his eyes glanced somewhere else. “Kienzan!” A distant voice yelled, and a cutting attack was sent towards Y/N, who easily dodged it except for the few strands of hair he lost. He looked over, seeing the once-dead Krillin now fully recovered, mocking him with his smile.

“H-How did you-” Y/N frantically looked around, seeing the Namekian kid and growling again. It must’ve been that kid. He dodged all of Krillin's attacks and chased after him, who flew far away from the others.

With a roll of his eyes, Frieza removed his hands from his hips, cracking his neck from side to side as he looked at Vegeta. “I’ll have some fun of my own.”

-

Y/N raised his foot, bringing it back down full-force on Krillin’s squished head to make sure he was fully dead.

“Now you can’t be revived.” It took him some time to chase down the bald man, as he was fast and was not attacking, rather just running away. He’d used a flashing, blinding attack that made Y/N stop for a few seconds, but he was otherwise immune to it, chasing after him again and again until he got used to it and launched at him at the same time he placed the attack.

However, it took more time than he wanted it to; he hoped he wasn’t boring Frieza. But those worries were all thrown to the side when he made his way back, watching as Frieza stood in front of Gohan, Vegeta, and a newcomer.

A namekian. Last he saw, they were all dead except for the kid called Dende. It was truly intriguing how these parasites kept coming back.

What made him stop in his tracks, however, was the breathtaking transformation of his lord. No longer in his original form, he now radiated a shimmering pale white skin. Beautiful amethyst-colored gems adorned his head, shoulders, forearms, chest, and legs, catching the light with every movement. His tail wagged playfully from side to side, and a smirk adorned his lips as his eyes locked onto Y/N.

“There you are,” he said, his voice smooth. “You missed out on the fun… is he dead?” His gaze held a mix of mischief and something deeper, an undeniable affection that stirred Y/N's heart.

“I made sure to make it a painful demise…” Y/N stood frozen, his heart racing as he admired his lord's beauty.

He'd only ever seen him this way when they'd go training together. He enjoyed watching the way sweat glowed on his lord's skin, the flex of his muscles as he stretched. The only downside was drinking the raw eggs Frieza would shove down his throat because it was "healthy", but it all paid off when he was able to hear the small, delicate groans-

They had to win this fight; Frieza needed him. There would be time for wet dreams later. And he still had to follow up on the offer Frieza had given earlier.

'Do it...' His words echoed in his head as he cleaned the drool from the corner of his mouth.

For now, duty called.

Frieza chuckled, purposefully glaring at Gohan as he nodded. “That’s wonderful news, isn’t it?”

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Inside Frieza’s ship, an unknown man sat inside one of the healing chambers. A gas mask adorned his face, allowing him to breathe regardless of being submerged in liquid. A constant noise coming from the buttons displayed for the machine next to it kept buzzing until it finally stopped, to which the man immediately opened his eyes.

With one swift move, he took his mask off and broke out of the chamber, looking around the room before flying up and exiting through the roof, destroying it in the process. Standing on top of the ship, he allowed the breeze to hit him, “I’m a lot stronger now. Feels like I can barely keep my power under control… I thought I had already gotten as strong as I could, but I guess I don’t know my limits.” he smirked before looking serious once again.

“Gohan! Krillin! Piccolo! I’m sorry it took so long, but I’m coming right now!”

-

Grunting and moaning in pain, Vegeta's pride had long been stripped away. It was humiliating how he’d been reduced to a punching bag for the one person he had once hoped to kill.

“If only you had remained loyal, you would have lived your life without ever knowing this misery.” Frieza smiled, kicking Vegeta into the air, only to fly up and kick him back down.

He picked him back up with his tail wrapped tightly around Vegeta's neck, choking him enough not to kill him but keep him from trying to put up a fight. Frieza's punches were brutal. Several times, Y/N could've sworn he'd heard the sounds of bones breaking as Frieza struck Vegeta's back repeatedly.

He was falling in love with him all over again.

Y/N looked to the side, seeing the lifeless body of the Namekian child that he had squashed. After having come back from killing Krillin, he found out that Dende was the one who had the power to regenerate, so he took care of that little problem. Now their fight could finally be interesting.

When Vegeta no longer put up a fight, his howls growing weaker, he instead choked. Frieza tossed him against the nearest mountain, watching his body tumble down in agony. Vegeta didn’t even flinch when a huge rock landed on him.

Knowing he was nearing death, Y/N walked over and grabbed one of the nearby rocks, only to stomp it over Vegeta’s chest and watch as he cried out in misery. “What a shame. Seems all the fight has gone out of you…” Y/N mused, studying his scratched-up face.

“It’s sooner than I’d have liked, but I think it’s time you finish him off, Y/N.” Frieza chuckled.

Grabbing Vegeta’s armor, Y/N positioned his hand, ready to strike him until he felt the energy of someone arriving. Looking over, neither he nor Frieza recognized the face of the newcomer, but it seemed as if the Earthlings did.

“Ah, so I was right, the sudden energy I picked up was you, eh, Piccolo?” The strange man approached Gohan and Piccolo. “I am guessing they brought you back with the Dragon Balls.”

“Ha! Dad! You made it! Are you okay?” Gohan happily cheered, gazing up at his father with hopeful eyes.

He pats his son’s head before speaking, “I feel better than ever. And I owe it to you guys… Say, where is Krillin?” He looked around, pretending as if Frieza and Y/N were not there.

Piccolo groaned, glaring at Y/N, “That idiot over there… he killed him. They’re ridiculously strong, Goku. Are you sure you can-”

“Don’t worry about it. Leave it to me, I’ll take care of it.” His gaze hardened, looking over at the two as his power began to seep out of his body. There was a clear, powerful aura about him; there was no doubt the Earthlings were waiting it out for this ‘Goku’ guy to show up.

Connecting the dots, Y/N nodded; it all made sense. “I see… they most likely used the healing chamber from the ship on this guy, Lord Frieza. That explains why those two had our Frieza Force armors.” he looked at Frieza, only to realize his lord was not even listening. He kept staring at Goku, an unsure expression on his face.

That made Y/N start to feel jealous.

“You must be Frieza-” Goku did not even get to finish before Y/N interrupted him.

“No, not me. Lord Frieza is right over there. I am Y/N, his highest-ranking soldier. It is a pleasure to meet you, Goku.” He politely nodded. Even as a powerful soldier to the most bloodthirsty killer of the universe, Y/N never forgot about his manners classes. You are to be thoughtful and respectful, even to those whom you will kill.

“That tiny guy? Seriously?” He laughed, but not mockingly at all. It confused Y/N. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Y/N, but… you’ve killed my friend Krillin, and you have hurt my friends. That is something I cannot forgive. I am going to have to kill you.”

“Hm. Seems this planet is positively crawling with scum.” Frieza smiled, still a bit irked by his comment. “Have I seen you somewhere-”

“Vegeta still owes me a rematch. If you’re going to fight him, you are going to have to wait.” Goku turned to Y/N, ignoring what Frieza was going to say, which just made the tyrant gasp in offense.

“No can do, sorry. Vegeta was set for execution long before he came here to Namek. But you can say your goodbyes now if you’d like.” Y/N continued to keep his foot on Vegeta’s chest, a calmness to his face that now confused Goku.

After meeting Ginyu and defeating him, he knew Frieza’s force was weird, but Y/N was weirder. He was so polite and serene. Not at all how he thought someone as evil as Frieza would let stand by his side. Though none of that mattered, he killed Krillin, and he had to avenge his childhood friend.

Writhing on the floor, Vegeta was able to stutter out some words, blood dripping from his mouth as he struggled. “About time you came back, Kakarot.”

“Kakarot huh? Unless I'm mistaken, that's a Saiyan name… oh!” Frieza remembered now. There was a man with similar features to this Kakarot guy in front of him. He’d tried to rebel when he was about to destroy Planet Vegeta. Of course, he died from the explosion, but he still remembered him because of how he tried to defy him. He grimaced at the memory of the weakling before speaking, “I will not let any one of you live, so you can either surrender, or we can battle this out.”

“I’ve come all this way just to do that.” Goku did not budge, looking fierce as ever and standing straight up.

The moment those words left his mouth, the two went flying up in the sky in the blink of an eye. Frieza released his powerful attacks, only for Goku to dodge or reflect them, something nobody had ever been able to do. It shocked everyone, especially when they saw Frieza now had a mark on his cheek, resembling a fist that’d collided with his face.

Y/N whined. He was going to be the last Saiyan, but now they had doubled. Nothing ever went his and his lord's way. It was seriously annoying him now.

“Please… Y/N, Kakarot, you must listen to me…” Vegeta coughed, looking up with wet tears rolling down his face.

Goku immediately flew down, ignoring Frieza once again, which only further angered him. “Is there no way to silence his blithering buffon?” Frieza crossed his arms, an annoyed expression on his face as he frowned. “It would seem he’s intent on talking me to death.”

“I need you to know… what happened to Planet Vegeta… It was destroyed, but not because it collided with a giant meteor like everyone said-” He struggled as he talked, spitting out blood in between sentences, which made Y/N take his foot off of him. He did not want to get dirty. “It was Frieza! Frieza did it! We followed him blindly and followed every order, and yet he betrayed us…! It won’t be long… before he betrays you too, Y/N… we are the last of our kind that remains… I’m begging you, please! Defeat him… for the pride of our race! He must die by a Saiyan’s hand-”

“That old story again, huh?” Frieza giggled to himself, observing in awe as Y/N plunged his hand into Vegeta's chest, ending his life in one quick, swift movement.

“What’s wrong with you!? He couldn’t even fight back! You did not have to-” Goku couldn’t finish before Y/N interrupted him. “I gave you a chance to speak to him, did I not?”

Goku growled, but his face fell into a silent surprise as he watched Y/N’s tail around his hips. He hadn’t realized it before, but he, too, was a Saiyan. If what Vegeta had said was true, there was no reason for Y/N to be on Frieza’s side. “Why are you doing this? You are a Saiyan, aren’t you?”

“The last one… once my lord finishes you off.”

Frieza groaned loudly. He did not find it amusing how he was being ignored and left on the sidelines! He flew and attacked Goku, pushing them to fly over to another island as they both exchanged blows and attacks. Scarily enough, they seemed to be similar in strength. But Y/N was preoccupied with some killing of his own.

“I am going to have to fight you guys now. But considering you are half-Saiyan,” Y/N kicked Vegeta out of his way, looking straight at Gohan, “I will deal with you first.”

“You’ll have to go through me first.” Piccolo positioned himself in front of the smaller boy, snarling as he watched Y/N gracefully walk over to them.

"No," Gohan's eyebrows furrowed as he stepped forward, a menacing glare directed at Y/N. Clenching his fists, he released some of his energy, indicating his anger. "This guy killed Krillin… I will kill him myself."

“Hm… that’s fine. However, let’s go somewhere else; my lord tends to destroy his surroundings during battles. Staying here would only interfere with him defeating Goku.” He glanced at his lord one last time and smiled before flying away to engage in his own fight with the Namekian and the half-Saiyan.

-

“I must confess, you’re stronger than I gave you credit for. I’m quite surprised. I never thought there was anyone else who could beat Ginyu. Your power is almost identical to Y/N.” Frieza smiled cunningly, “It’s almost a pity I have to destroy you.”

“Is that so? We’ll see about that.” Goku launched at him, smiling confidently, before teleporting behind him and punching him towards the sea of water.

It caught Frieza off guard, but he was able to gather himself before he so much as touched any droplet of water and instead did the same to Goku, successfully sending him into the water. “You’ll have to come out sometime. Surely you’re not dead already, our little game is only just begun.”

After some time, there were no signs of Goku at all, and Frieza was not one to wait. “Come out! I have a little present I am dying to give you!” He held a small ball of energy atop his hand, waiting for any signs of Goku to send it straight at him.

He gasped as an attack was sent from the sea of water and upwards, in an attempt to attack him. “That’s not him?” He dodged another one, now getting more irritated, “Come out, you coward-”

Coming at him with full force, Goku came up behind him and kicked him in the face with both feet, sending Frieza flying and tumbling towards another mountain. Yet even such an attack wasn’t enough, he quickly gathered himself up and blasted the rocks on top of him.

“I didn’t expect you to be this good. I haven’t had to dust myself off since I was training with my father. I can barely contain my excitement.” He dusted off his shoulders, and the same smirk twisted his face while he giggled.

The blows intensified, a violent storm of energy erupting as the two unleashed their powers, but even then, the two were holding back. With each strike, it caused the ground to quiver and crack beneath their feet. On the ground or in the sky, the display of their power showcased just how strong they both were.

Gohan, Piccolo, and Y/N braced themselves miles away, feeling the tremors of the struggle vibrating through the air.

-

Bulma sat down on the dirt floor. Her whole body ached, she was tired, hadn’t slept well, and not to mention, she had no way of finding or communicating with the others. As always, she was left to fend for herself. She took a bite a bite of her food before remembering her little friend and turning to him.

“You hungry, little guy?” She placed some of her food down onto the ground, watching as the alien frog gobbled it up. She continued to feed him, finding it amusing how the little frog would jump and begin to dance every time he finished it all.

She met him when she was under attack by a group of similar-looking frogs, yet this one protected her and even stuck around in her quest to find Krillin, Gohan, and Goku.

“I haven’t laughed this much since before we landed!” She wiped the tear on the corner of her eye as she giggled before a brilliant idea popped into her head. “If I build a mini translator, then I can understand you, you seem to already understand me after all!”

Within minutes, she had finished the small device collar. “There we go! Not so difficult at all!” She put it around his neck and watched with hopeful eyes as she pressed the button, “Come on, don't be shy, let's give her a whirl!”

The frog remained still, cackling softly before smirking and yelling, “CHANGE NOW!”

Gasping, she saw a strange light overtake her body and the frogs, but she couldn’t even scream before she lost consciousness for a bit and woke up, finding herself in the body of the frog.

Ginyu, who had been stuck in the body of that alien animal, had finally found another specimen to overtake. His power to change bodies only worked when he could talk, and after failing to switch bodies with Goku and Vegeta, he thought he’d die forever in the body of a slimy beast.

“All apologies, my dear; I’m afraid our little impromptu friendship was just a means to an end.” Now, in the body of Bulma, he felt much better, but her body was not up to his standards. Grabbing the collar from the frog and destroying it, he picked up Bulma and chuckled.

“My gratitude, young lady. I’m so ecstatic I could dance a jig.” He threw Bulma far away and then glanced down at his body with a scoff. “If this form weren’t inappropriate for dancing.” He patted down his newfound chest, something to which Bulma screamed at in her frog body. “I suppose it’ll do until I find a stronger one.”

He got onto the motorcycle that Bulma had brought and laughed as he sped off, not noticing Bulma had latched on as well.

“GINYU’S BACK, BABY!”

-

“Gah…K-kill… I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!” Piccolo tried to hit Y/N once again, only to fall face first onto the ground when Y/N easily dodged.

He was starting to feel seriously bored. It took only a few blows to bring both Gohan and Piccolo down to the floor, writhing in pain, just like Vegeta. Although he didn't do much damage to Gohan, he was eager to have fun dismantling him. He planned to take out Piccolo first, as he had learned that Piccolo was Gohan’s mentor. That would enrage the young boy, allowing them to fight at their full strength.

Whenever Gohan tried to jump into the battle, he would simply be swatted away, sent flying miles from where they were fighting.

“You bore me. You keep repeating that, and yet you cannot land one hit on me.” He stepped on and broke Piccolos' back with one stomp, watching him cough and try to move, only to fail. “Hmm…” He looked over his shoulder, watching Gohan fly towards him at full speed, his eyes full of hatred, but he stumbled back when a motorcycle went past him.

Both Y/N and Gohan watched in awe as a woman went flying toward a nearby rock and fell in front of Y/N. “Who are you? How many of you are there?”

“Bulma! What are you doing here? You’ll get killed!” Gohan ran to her, grabbing her arm, only to be pushed off.

“Who is that? Oh! Is that Lord Frieza? In his final form at that!” She excitedly cheered, prompting Y/N to step up to her, a confused look on his face.

“Who are you? And how do you know Lord-” He gasped and stepped back as she threw herself at him, hugging him and crying into his shoulder in relief.

“Oh, Y/N! It’s so nice to see you. I was stuck in that disgusting frog form because of that idiot Saiyan! It is I, Captain Ginuu! I shall show my dance of gratitude for this moment-”

“Stop, stop just… I thought you died.” Sounding disappointed, Y/N placed distance between them, looking at Piccolo and back at Ginyu. “That form is nice and all, but it lacks strength; you should switch with that Namekian; he’s strong.”

“You are an amazing friend, as always, Y/N. I shall do just that.” Ginyu turned to Piccolo, saying the words and cackling as light flashed both of them, but not before Gohan stepped up, throwing a frog in front of the ritual and messing it up. Though Y/N had noticed him doing it, he did not stop him, curious at the outcome.

The frog on the ground began to squirm and yell, but its noises were too high-pitched that they made Y/N’s ears ring, so without hesitation, he flattened the animal with his foot.

“Oh.” Y/N grasped the girl's shoulder, looking into her bewildered, frightened eyes. “Who are you now?”

Bulma looked at him, admiring his beautiful features, but remained wary of his touch. “G-Gohan!? Is he with us?”

Gohan grunted, grabbing her shoulder and flying back to take her someplace safer. “No! This guy is with that Frieza guy.”

“You grab her, but you don’t grab Piccolo? Is she more important to you? You can choose who I kill first, if you’d like. Consider it a parting gift for when I destroy you.” His words dripped with malice, yet his expression remained calm, with a small, simple smile.

“YOU MONSTER-” He was positioning to launch himself at Y/N again, his body in mid-air, when his eyes suddenly dimmed.

Y/N stumbled back, the entire area shaking violently, and they were fortunate that the mountain they were in remained intact. But what was damaged was far worse than a few mountains. Gohan’s body fell to the ground, his upper and bottom torsos now completely detached and sliced in half. Another huge blast made everyone's eyes shift from Gohan’s lifeless body to the attacker responsible.

Frieza laughed mockingly as he extended his hand. He was capable of releasing massive waves of attacks, one of which could split an entire environment in half, evident from the great gash in the land that extended as far as where Y/N and the others stood. Y/N guessed that killing the young boy was not part of Frieza's original plan, but it did mean there was one less person to worry about.

“GOHAN!” Both Bulma and Piccolo screamed out, tears now forming in their eyes. With what little courage she had left, Bulma ran to the boy's side, caressing his chubby cheek as she desperately held her hand over the huge open gash on his torso.

The screams echoed so loudly that Y/N became distracted for a split second - a moment he would come to regret.

In that brief moment, he was oblivious to the figure lurking behind him, radiating a killing intent.

Without warning, Goku’s fist slammed into the side of his stomach, violently erupting blood from the wound.

“I WILL KILL YOU BOTH!” Goku roared, a ferocity in his voice that sent chills down Y/N’s spine.

The chilling reality settled in - his power level paled in comparison to Goku’s transformation. As he looked up, time seemed to slow. He could barely register the glint of fury in Goku’s eyes as the blonde's other fist collided with his head.

The last thing he heard was his lord's voice, filled with disappointment over his failure, just before darkness enveloped him.

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Goku cradled Gohan's deceased body in his arms. He remembered this was the way he’d hug and kiss him when he was just a baby. Goku certainly still thought of him as such, even if he had grown up a lot since. The one thing he never regretted was showing him how to be stronger. He needed to be, the world was cruel, and it was unfortunate he had to find out the way he did so early on.

He slowly placed him down, digging a hole in the ground with his bare hands, not caring about the soreness and blood dripping down from scooping straight rock.

“Goku I-” Bulma whimpered, going over to him to comfort him, but his eyes were fogged, and he frowned at her.

“Take Piccolo on your motorcycle and get out of here. There is a ship I came in on, not so far from here. Go back to Earth, I’ll meet you guys there.”

“But- we can't just leave you! I mean-” She shrieked as Goku got up, grasping onto her shoulders tightly. He’d startled her, but when she heard his voice breaking, the blonde streaks in his hair growing stronger as he silently cried, she teared up alongside him.

“Please. If Piccolo dies, then Kami will too. Then nobody will have a chance to be revived.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. She rode her motorcycle over to Piccolo and somehow managed to lift him onto it before taking off. The last thing she saw was Goku heading towards Frieza, who wore an expression reminiscent of her old friends that he had killed - one filled with dread and anxiety.

-

On a distant planet, King Kai, a deity of the universe, watched the battle between Goku and Frieza unfold through his divine abilities. He felt a growing sense of worry, already having known about Frieza's corrupt and destructive nature. King Kai had trained Goku to face and defeat Frieza, but as the fight progressed, he began to doubt whether he had made the right decision.

‘King Kai… This is Kami of Earth. Come in, King Kai!’ a small voice telepathically called out in King Kai’s head, to which he groaned.

‘Yes, yes. I’m here! What is it now, Kami?’

‘I just got word from Mr. Popo, and I figured you’d like to hear this. We are about to gather the seven Dragon Balls back here on Earth, which means we can bring back Tien and Yamcha. But because Chiaotzu has died twice… we unfortunately cannot revive him.’

Tien, Chiaotzu, and Yamcha began to get rowdy, trying to reason out what they’d do since none of them wanted to leave without each other, but King Kai yelled at them to settle down.

They had been brought to King Kai’s place to train after their deaths caused by Nappa and Vegeta when they came to Earth. And King Kai never failed to remind them how much of a headache they were.

He wondered for a bit before replying, ‘Is it perhaps possible to… bring back two people at the same time with the Dragon Balls?’

‘Yes, if they share similar circumstances. I was planning on asking Shenron to bring back everyone Vegeta and his henchmen killed when they arrived on Earth.’

‘Would it also work if those people were on a different, far-away planet? And what about old age? But this person’s death was affected and shortened because of someone; could it work then?”

Kami wondered for a second. The Dragon Balls had limitations; for example, they could not resurrect someone twice, or if natural causes caused their death. However, shortening someone's lifespan was still foul play. ‘I can’t be sure. They’d probably only be brought back for the amount of time they had originally left.’

‘It's decided then!’ King Kai stood up straight, a smirk on his face as he urged Kami, ‘Change the wish and instead wish for everyone who was killed by Frieza and his evil henchmen to be brought back!’

‘What are you planning, King Kai-’

‘If there is truly no limit to the number of people you can bring back with a single wish, we’ll bring back the entire Namekian race alongside the Grand Elder. And if I remember correctly, they still had a wish left on their Dragon Balls before their elder passed away. With that wish left, we can wish for everyone on Namek except Frieza to be transported to Planet Earth!’ he turned to the three behind him, ‘That means everyone of you will stay here for a bit longer. Is that okay?’

They all agreed, ‘You heard them, Kami, now please, hurry!’

-

Frieza, although he would never admit it, was beginning to grow tired. He launched numerous powerful attacks at Goku, but Goku remained unfazed, taking them all without being harmed. With each attack, Frieza's strength waned; Goku could tell that each blast was weaker than the last.

Having dealt with the soldier who killed Krillin, Goku’s rage was now entirely focused on Frieza. He would not stop until Frieza met the same fate he had dealt to his only son.

“Don’t bother apologizing because I will never forgive you,” Goku glared, standing amidst the thick smoke produced by Frieza’s fiery assaults. With a single, swift attack, he sent Frieza flying back several miles, further fueling the tyrant's anger. “I’ll be the one… to make you suffer until the end!”

Frieza was not accustomed to feeling worn out in a fight; no one had ever stood a chance against him before. The sight of Goku's disgustingly bright yellow hair struck fear into his core, though he could not understand why.

Breathing heavily, Frieza unleashed random blasts of energy, only for Goku to emerge unscathed. “You damn worm! You dare to mock me!?”

“What’s the matter, Frieza? I can’t be harder to destroy than a planet, right?” Goku sneered, relishing the sight of Frieza trembling with fear. It was amusing to see someone who had flaunted their strength reduced to a shaken, scared kitten.

“You… You… What are you?!” Frieza stammered.

“You haven’t figured it out yet? I’m the Saiyan who came from Earth with the sole purpose of defeating you. I am the warrior you’ve heard of in legends, pure of heart and awakened by fury.” He flexed his muscles and clenched his fists, releasing ki that made his aura and hair glow even brighter. “I am the Super Saiyan, Son Goku!”

Frieza yelled out in frustration.

He could not believe he was going to be outmatched by a filthy Saiyan. He was the mighty Frieza, the most powerful force in the universe! This was a nightmare!

"You... insolent...!"

The two prepared for another attack. Though Frieza remained weak, he had a sinister plan of his own.

He could no longer sense Y/N's power level, all because he had underestimated his strength, thinking he would be able to withstand any hardships. He was so wrong. Even though his heart ached at the thought, he brushed it aside and screamed. Love? Such a thing only ever got in the way.

"Someone of my strength could never fall to the likes of you! I'll die by my own hands before I let that happen!" He formed an energy ball and raised his hands as it grew larger. "How long can Saiyans survive in the cold vacuum of outer space? I doubt that you'll find it nearly as effortless as I do!" He chuckled and threw it down to the ground. "You and this filthy planet can perish together!"

“NO!” Goku's heart raced as the planet violently shook beneath him, the ground cracking open, spewing forth lava and gushing water from the cracks. But what deep fury Goku still kept inside was all unleashed with one single comment.

"I’ll blast you into oblivion. Just like your Earthling friend and Saiyan son.”

Frieza’s words were venomous. In an instant, Goku vanished, reappearing behind Frieza and unleashing a barrage of punches before the tyrant could even comprehend him.

Frieza, once the embodiment of terror, was now reduced to a squirming, vulnerable figure on the ground. He looked up at Goku, dread evident in his wide, frantic eyes. “Please…! Do not… kill me, I beg of you!” The desperation in Frieza's voice was a mixture of fear and trickery, but Goku didn't give in.

“Whatever chances you had, they’re all-” Goku’s voice trailed off as a sudden weight slammed into the side of his head. Stars exploded in his vision as he was thrown off balance, tumbling toward the huge gap of lava below. He managed to grasp the edge of a jagged rock just in time, but he remained weak and spat up blood.

His eyes trailed up to where he once stood and froze in shock.

Y/N kneeled, caressing his lord's cheek as he helped him stand up, looking like an angel helping a tired, lost soul. However, none of that mattered; the color of his once dark hair had paled like Goku’s own, bright and captivating.

He'd become a Super Saiyan. Made much more obvious with the way his power level had spiked, way higher than Goku’s. Now, Frieza’s measly power could not be compared to that of both.

“You… How’d you-” Frieza gasped as Y/N held him tightly, his furry tail wagging repeatedly from side to side as he clutched on to him and teared up.

“Lord Frieza… I’m sorry for disappointing you. Please do not be angry.”

On one hand, Frieza’s heart felt a small wave of relief at seeing the other alive, but what his body failed to realize was that it was Y/N. Rather, it focused on the fact that his hair was bright yellow, indicating his transformation to becoming a Super Saiyan. The one thing he’d always feared stood in front of him, kissing his hand so shamelessly and looking at him with such expectant eyes that he forgot about the battle at hand until Goku’s voice rang out.

“You are not even of pure heart, you monster, how did you-”

"You have not only disrespected my lord's power, but you have also compelled him to submit and plead to someone like you." Y/N grimaced and snarled as he took a step forward. "You'd best use your full power because you will not leave this fight alive."

“Hah…” Frieza could not believe it. He’d think he was dreaming right now if Y/N’s hand wasn’t gripping his so tightly that he smacked it away. “...Yeah, that's right. Y/N is a Super Saiyan, which means he’ll fight you. Beat him, and then I’ll think about wasting my full power on you.” Frieza sneered at Goku, then flew off to recover from his injuries.

There were approximately 15 minutes before the planet was completely destroyed anyway. It was enough time to find his ship and get the hell out of there. He’d need to replenish his strength for his visit to planet Earth and blow the entire planet for putting shame to his name.

He just hoped Y/N kept him busy enough.

Although power levels no longer mattered - both Y/N's and Goku's powers were in the thousands - it was clear to Goku that the Saiyan in front of him was not on his level at all. Y/N's power level was significantly higher, evident from the way Y/N's movements and punches came rushing at him, leaving Goku unable to even breathe.

Despite being severely beaten, the recollections of his beloved son and the thought of his wife, Chichi, crying over the news of her child and husband intensified his rage. Fueled by these thoughts, he began to fight back with renewed strength and energy.

The blows caused by them both slowly progressed the planet's destruction, the waves so massive that there was barely any ground left unscathed.

By then, Bulma had already fled with Piccolo, her ship having barely started as she looked back, watching the lava and water erupt from the ground, her worried eyes trying to locate Goku but only noticing two blonde figures in the distance whose faces she couldn’t make out.

It took Goku a while to truly focus on Y/N, who moved far too quickly for his eyes to follow.

Every time Goku managed to strike him on the side, Y/N would falter slightly and let out a painful groan, prompting Goku to continue targeting that area. It was then that Goku realized the wound he had inflicted on Y/N's side earlier had yet to heal. It was still oozing blood, more evident from the way Y/N's face and lips had paled.

“You may have gotten stronger, but it’s clear that you are seriously injured,” Goku said, groaning as he took a punch to the side of his head. He retaliated with a blow to Y/N’s side. “As you are now, I give you five minutes before you bleed out.”

“Then that’s five minutes I’ll use to kill you.” Y/N grabbed Goku by the hair, bringing his knee up and slamming it into Goku's face.

As he grabbed his broken nose, Goku reacted by kicking Y/N in the stomach and forcefully digging his fist into the open wound on Y/N’s side, twisting it gruesomely as Y/N screamed in agony. “You are the one who killed Krillin. He cannot come back to life because of you. For that, I’ll make your last moments on this planet miserable.”

“You all were the ones who got in my lord’s way. And you still dared to taunt him. Such audacity warrants punishment.” He grabbed Goku's arm, twisting it and breaking it before Goku backed up.

“Vegeta was right, you follow every command that guy gives to you, even if it’s at your disadvantage.” Goku panted, holding his broken arm. “Look at yourself. You’ll die, and yet Frieza is nowhere to be seen. You know why?”

Goku didn't attack him this time; the two simply stared at each other. “Frieza is obviously using you; he doesn’t care if you live or die. He looked more afraid of you than when I was about to kill him. We’re both Super Saiyans because we are trying to protect our loved ones, but you have to realize what you feel isn’t love.”

Usually, Goku was very naive. He grew up trusting most people. Bulma shot at him when they first met, and even then, he remained friends with her. Piccolo tried to take over the world, and yet he trusted him enough to train his own son. He might’ve been gullible, but he had a huge heart, something not even his blood brother could understand.

So even staring at Y/N, who bit his lip, couldn’t even have the courage to look him in the eye, and trembled from his confusion, he could tell he wasn’t truly evil.

He held out his hand, “Let’s take him down. And you’ll be free-”

He scowled. Y/N was launching at him full speed, a killing intent behind his emotionless eyes. He’d tried, but it seemed he was beyond saving.

With a quick move of grabbing Y/N’s tail - successfully making him go limp - he plunged his hand into his side for the last time as he watched him fall and hit the ground. The shine of his hair was now gone, and his eyes were slowly losing the light in them.

“...L-Lord Frieza…” Blood seeped from the side of Y/N’s mouth, his eyes dazed as he tried looking around for his lord, yet he couldn’t even make out the figure in front of him.

“Even after all this, you still seek him.” Goku clenched his fist, looking over his shoulder and seeing Frieza once again, still looking roughed up but with more refreshed energy.

“Y-You!” Frieza shouted as he rushed past Goku, his gaze fixed on Y/N’s body. He held his face, noticing how Y/N’s pale complexion reddened slightly when their eyes met. “How could you lose like that? The ship was ready to go; we could’ve fled!” His lips trembled when he saw the huge wound on the side of Y/N’s stomach, gushing out blood onto the ground.

Tears welled up in Y/N’s eyes, and his voice quivered as he whispered, “Y-You’re back… I knew he was lying… you’d never abandon me…”

“WHY WOULD I DO THAT, YOU IDIOT?” Frieza yelled, gripping Y/N’s cheeks tightly as their foreheads rested against each other. “You can’t die! Not to someone like him!”

Goku simply stared, his apathetic expression clearly showing that he didn't care about the scene in front of him. He had lost some of the most precious people in his life as well, but at the very least, he could give them one final moment. He wasn't entirely a monster like them.

“I-I’m sorry… I love you.” And with the last strength he held in his body, he stabbed himself in the chest with his hand, gripping his heart before taking one last breath.

-

‘Kami! Kami!’ Mr. Popo communicated to Kami telepathically. ‘I’ve gathered all Dragon Balls. The wish is ready to be made at any time.’

‘Excellent,’ Kami responded.

Saying the phrase, Mr. Popo waited for Shenron to appear from the Dragon Balls. The lengthy Dragon soon appeared, turning the day into nighttime within a few seconds.

“You who has summoned me, speak your wish and it shall be granted.”

“Oh, Great Shenron… so many innocent people have been harmed by Frieza and his evil minions. Can they be returned to us if they’re on a far-away planet? Please, Shenron, do the best you can!”

Shenron growled, his glowing eyes squinting slightly before the Dragon Balls began to glow and float into the air.

“It is done. Until we meet again.” The Dragon Balls were all tossed into different directions, the sky turning bright once again, and Shenron vanishing completely.

-

“After all you’ve done, you don’t deserve to live. I told you, didn’t I? I’d be the one to make you suffer until the end.”

Goku hovered in the air, staring down at Frieza, ready to confront him. Y/N was dead, and now it was his turn.

Frieza, having just mourned Y/N, gritted his teeth in frustration, flying towards Goku and landing several hits that were easily deflected.

“No one speaks to Frieza like that and walks away! You’ve got a big mouth, and it’s time I shut it for you!” Frieza roared, his form bulking up to his last form and growing his muscles. He was much stronger now, but nowhere near Goku's Super Saiyan transformation. Even then, it was enough for him to get several attacks in.

What he didn’t realize, however, was that it wasn’t Frieza's strength that had increased; rather, it was Goku’s who had weakened. Fighting Y/N was a struggle, even more so when he took more blows than actually inflicting them. Had Y/N not already been on the brink of death, Goku fears he would’ve already been dead himself.

Flinging Goku into a lava explosion, Frieza chuckled manically as he cheered. “Take that! Did you think… You could actually win? You… defeat me?”

-

“What has happened to me…? What’s this? Why have I been returned to this world?” The Grand Elder clutched the armrests of his chair, hearing the tumbling sounds of his surroundings crumbling. Hearing a voice from a ‘King Kai’ in his head, he listened with full focus.

‘Grand Elder, it is I, King Kai. I need you to listen closely. Earth Dragon Balls have returned you and your people back to life, now all you need to do is to tell your dragon to transport everyone except for Frieza to planet Earth-’

Goku's voice interrupped, sounding panicked yet determined. ‘No! Teleport everyone except Frieza and me! Do it, I must defeat him myself!”

‘Goku! Were you listening in all this time? I cannot do that, whatever you are thinking, it’s dangerous to do-’ He yelped as Goku screamed at him, his face visibly upset as he’d never had Goku raise his voice at him. ‘F-Fine…’

‘I know just the person to tell.’ The Grand Elder telepathically connected to Dende.

“Where in the world am I…? And how did I end up here?” Dende stood up, looking at his surroundings, which had been shaking. The mountains behind him shook, and rocks tumbled next to him. He looked down at his tiny hands in wonder. “The last thing I remember is Y/N grabbing me and-”

‘Dende, can you hear me?’

He gasped, looking around but seeing he was alone. “Grand Elder! You are alive as well? How-”

“I need you to hurry, Dende. Can you see Porunga? He is awaiting the third wish. Go to him at once and ask for the final wish. Tell him to relocate everyone on planet Namek to planet Earth except for Frieza and Goku!’

-

Frieza and Goku resumed fighting. After Frieza noticed the sky turning dark and the glowing appearance of the huge dragon, he tried to fly over and make his wish, but he wasn’t allowed to because of Goku’s continuous blows.

“You damn meddling monkey! Stop!” Frieza sheeched, trying to fly away but getting knocked down and slammed into the ground. “Stay out of my way!”

“Frieza!” A familiar voice called out behind them. There stood Vegeta, the frown on his face turning into a smirk as he looked at Goku's glowing hair. “I see you’ve become a Super Saiyan at last, Goku.”

Frieza’s shock was beginning to grow him tired; he clutched his fists and growled, “Vegeta! How are you here? Y/N defeated you!”

“Well, he did a shitty job!” Vegeta cackled at him and was about to blast an attack before he disappeared abruptly.

Frieza remained shocked and turned back to the dragon, his face paling at his words.

“I shall take my leave. Farewell.” The Dragon Balls flew up into the air and scattered around the planet once again, the dragon named ‘Porunga’ disappearing as well.

“No! Wait! Not yet!” Frieza tried to extend his hand but watched helplessly as they left his field of vision.

“Sorry, Frieza. It looks like your luck is finally running out…” Goku chuckled, “My friends used the Dragon Balls back on Earth to bring back everybody that you and your men had taken from us. And the last wish from here? Well, they teleported everyone but us back to Earth. Feel free to not hold back, because I won't either.”

-

Back on Earth, the Namekians looked around their wooded environment. Their trees were much different and taller, not like Earth's, which were bushy and crowded. Even then, they were glad to be alive. Bulma, who’d also been transported, looked around, trying to locate any similar faces.

“Gahh… I seriously thought I was going to die! That stupid ship didn’t want to work, and then a rock fell on top of it, am I even alive now- AAHH!” She fell to the ground when she felt someone sneak behind her. But she quickly released a sigh of relief once she saw Gohan looking down at her with a sheepish smile.

“Gohan! Is that really you?” She grabbed his chubby cheeks and pulled at them, “Don’t ever pull anything like that! Do you know how worried I was? I’m going to cry all over again, and it’s your fault for getting killed like that! Wahh!” She teared up and hugged him before letting him go and wiping her tears. “Where are we, anyways? I don’t recognize this place.”

“GOKU!” A deep voice yelled behind them, and Gohan immediately lit up, running towards Piccolo and giggling, “Piccolo! You are alive as well! And Dende!” He pinched his own cheek and winced, yet he still smiled so brightly that his face began to hurt. “Guess I’m not dreaming!”

“I know! I had a hard time believing it as well!” Dende giggled with him, turning around and glancing at the rest of the Namekians.

Dende and Gohan suddenly gasped as they noticed a familiar frame in the distance. “Grand Elder!” They all ran towards him, gathering near him as he smiled down at them all.

“This may be a shock, but the planet we find ourselves on is a planet called Earth.” The Grand Elder mumbled softly.

“So we are back home then!” Gohan exclaimed, “What about my dad? I haven’t seen him or Krillin anywhere!”

“I am afraid, by his request, he and Frieza remain on planet Namek.”

“What-” Distant yelling stopped them all in their tracks as they looked back, some Namekians visibly shaking and stepping back as they caught a glimpse of who it was. Bulma, too, shrieked and stepped back behind Gohan, who was glaring at the two fighting in the distance.

“Are they really here? Those two-” Dende whimpered.

“You dare show your face here? You foolish moron, I’ll kill you right here and now!” Vegeta roared, his voice filled with anger. He lunged forward, his fists and kicks causing relentless blows to Y/N's body.

Despite each strike causing several bones in Y/N's body to audibly break, Y/N didn't move, not even flinch. He lay sprawled on the ground, staring blankly past Vegeta as if he no longer cared about anything. His face was empty, drained of fight, of fear, of everything.

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With two minutes left before Planet Namek collapsed, the battle between the two had come to an end.

Frieza lay face down on the ground, moaning out in pain as he shuddered. He’d attempted to send one last-minute attack at Goku, the same attack he’d killed Gohan with, only for it to be easily dodged and unintentionally be sent back to him, slicing his body in half.

He was barely alive after that. And with his lower body detached, there was no way he’d survive the upcoming explosion of the planet.

“Well… you kind of had this coming,” Goku coldly said. He stood a few inches away, looking down at his broken figure, coughing blood at his feet. “Honestly, this is the exact end I saw for you. I’ll still make it back home,” His gaze was full of animosity as he turned to leave, “But you? You can lie there and reflect on everything you’ve done, as you share the same fate as the people and planet you destroyed.”

Frieza’s eyes widened in a mixture of anger and shock, only to soften as he coughed in agony. His trembling hands dug into the ground below him; he needed to survive, even if it meant setting aside his tremendous pride.

“Please… help me. I… I beg of you. Don't… Don't leave me to die like this…!” His voice called out to Goku, a broken sob escaping his lips in between sentences.

Goku stopped walking, looking back with extreme fury. He held back, his trembling fists clutched as he tried to maintain his composure, but his face said it all.

“Have… mercy on me!”

Goku’s booming voice cut him off. He took a step forward, accidentally crushing Frieza’s hands with his shoes. “How many people asked you for mercy?! What gives you the right to expect any? Especially from me after you killed my-” He rubbed his face with his palms, attempting to cool down as he continued to hear the crying pleas of Frieza.

“Dammit!” He reluctantly transferred some of his energy to the man below, watching Frieza’s face light up in surprise and hold himself up with his arms. His scratched-up face was about to contort into that of anger and a grin before Goku interrupted him.

“Don’t even think about it. I’ll kill you again if you even so much as try. As you are now, you are ten times, no, a hundred times weaker than I am. It should be enough to get you off this planet before it explodes. Use it wisely.” Goku did not look back after that, flying off in search of the nearest available ship as the planet was ready to be destroyed in less than a minute.

-

The Namekian children ran around, hanging off the unfamiliar tree branches and chasing each other across the grassy hills.

The adult Namekians surrounded the Grand Elder, who sat on the grass just a couple of feet away from the young ones. He smiled deeringly, letting the Namekians wipe off his sweat. He’d already passed down the Dragon Balls and the position as the Namekian Grand Elder to Mori, another one of the wise Namekians. All he had left now was enjoying his last few moments alive with his people. It wouldn’t be long before he died again; old age was inevitable to run away from after all.

Meanwhile, Piccolo and Gohan gasped as they had finally managed to separate the enraged Vegeta from Y/N the moment it looked like he was about to pass out from his injuries. They did not care if either of them died; the two Saiyans had caused enough damage to everyone. But that did not mean they wished to watch a helpless man be beaten to death in front of them.

After Bulma had helped to hydrate Y/N, Gohan had somehow persuaded Dende to heal Y/N’s extreme wounds. After a long talk between the two kids, the small Namekian reluctantly did as asked, but quickly ran away the moment he finished. He continued to stare at Y/N from afar, who continued sitting against one of the trees, looking down at the ground with little to no emotion, as if he had no soul.

“It’s too bad Krillin can’t come back; he died twice, so he cannot be revived anymore.” Gohan teared up, getting the attention of Dende, who overheard them speaking.

“There’s not a limit set for how many times someone can get revived with the Dragon Balls on Namek.” He intruded, watching as Gohan and Bulma lit up.

“So once your Dragon Balls recharge, we’ll be able to bring back everyone who wasn’t brought back!” They all celebrated until Bulma stopped in her tracks and began looking around, whispering to herself as she tried to locate whose voice was in her head. “Yamcha?”

‘Yeah, it’s me. I’m speaking to you telepathically through King Kai.’

“Telepathically-?” She got cut off by Gohan, who smiled and walked up to her, “Are you speaking to King Kai?”

“Actually, it's Yamcha. So, what's up?” She smiled. She hadn’t heard from him for a while. After their supposed breakup, she didn’t want anything to do with him, but it was still nice to hear his voice after experiencing something so traumatic.

‘Listen, you might want to brace yourself for this… It’s about Goku… He beat Frieza.’

She squealed, looking at the others as she raised her hands happily. “Guys! Get ready to jump for joy! Yamcha just told me that he took down Frieza for good!” As she finished her sentence, she did not miss the subtle flinch from Y/N, his shoulders further slumping as his hair further hid his face.

All the Namekians gathered around, bright smiles on everyone's faces. Gohan and Dende danced around in joy, their enemy had finally paid for the pain he’d caused their people. “My dad’s a hero! My dad’s a hero!” Gohan chanted.

‘There’s more to it! Goku… he tried to get away, but… He’s gone! Namek exploded before he could get away!’

Bulma giggled, further confusing Yamcha. “Silly you, it doesn’t matter. Get a load of this: the Namekian Dragon Balls can work their magic no matter how many times a person dies. Goku may have died already in the past, but he, Krillin, and Chiaotzu are all in safe hands once the Namekian’s Dragon Balls work again!”

-

Bulma was thrilled to invite the Namekians to her home, and she couldn't forget the two Saiyans either, especially since they had nowhere else to stay. This planet was all new and unknown to them, and since she was filthy-rich, she had more than enough room for everyone. Plus, it was just a temporary situation until they could restore the Namekian Dragon Balls to bring her friends back to life. It was the least she could do.

However, past all the celebrations and relaxing days, her first mistake was making both Saiyan's neighboring roommates, an arrangement she quickly realized came with complications.

Vegeta, with his notoriously short temper, was constantly grumbling about Y/N's endless sobbing. If he wasn’t coming to her with complaints, he was taking matters into his own hands, resorting to beating the other Saiyan. On more than one occasion, she had to intervene, dragging a furious Vegeta away to scold him. But what mostly worried her was that one day she might be too late to prevent a tragedy.

If that wasn't enough to fill her with extreme worry, she also had to worry about the Namekians.

It was a sunny evening, and she had finally finished cooking up a huge dinner. She had found it weird that the Namekians had been outside all day, considering the hot weather, but she did not know if it was a difference in species thing, so she didn't pay much mind. However, after taking one step outside, everything made sense.

It was chaotic. Several Namekians were sprawled out on the ground, clearly suffering from heatstroke from the blazing sun. They had refused to step inside, fueled by an intense fear of Y/N, who was finally willingly roaming around the house without Buma having to drag him out of his room. Despite her best efforts to reassure them that he meant no harm, they refused to step inside unless Y/N was out of sight.

All around, it was taking a huge toll on her. With little patience left, she desperately needed someone else to take him in. She already had a lot on her plate; surely someone would be willing to help. He was docile now, not at all dangerous like he used to be. However, her first mistake was assuming that everyone shared her perspective.

She first approached Kami, but he simply shooed her away with a quick wave, offering no help. Next, she turned to Master Roshi, whose mischievous, perverted grin told her all she needed to know. She'd rather die than ever kiss that wrinkly face of his. The thought made her stomach churn, and she quickly dismissed the idea. Determined, she braced herself for one last chance at securing a good night’s sleep after their exhausting journey to Namek.

She held Y/N’s hands as she stood in front of Chichi’s home with an envelope filled to the brim with money. “Which is why I will be personally depositing paychecks and dropping by to check how-”

“You will not be doing such a thing!” Chichi yelled, slamming the door in Bulma’s startled face.

“Oh, please, Chichi! He’s harmless; he could do housework or even stay put in one room. If I take him back, he’ll get demolished by Vegeta!” She groaned, banging the door to no avail. She sighed in defeat and glanced towards Y/N, who simply stood there, looking as depressed as ever.

It had been several days since they had all arrived on Earth, and throughout that time, Y/N had remained silent. He was as distant as he was on his first day there. She honestly feared he'd succumb to heartbreak with how much she overheard Vegeta's constant torment and mocking about him losing the one person he cherished most. It truly saddened her every time she saw that beautiful, stoic face of his become more evidently sad as the days went by.

“Guess it didn’t work… Seriously, I at least hoped Kami would take you in, but even he didn’t-“ She let out a startled gasp as she felt a tightness on her hand. She turned to face Y/N again, confused and eager to understand what he needed.

“Are you sure… he’s dead?” That was the first time she heard him talk after arriving on Earth. His voice was naturally deep, but at that moment it was quiet and fragile, like a whisper. He slowly looked from the ground and up at her, his dark eyes revealing a pleading, hopeful look, begging her with a simple gaze.

“I’m sorry, but I believe it is true…” She swallowed nervously. Beneath the anxiety bubbling up inside of her, there was a small, undeniable thrill coursing through her body. Now that he was up close (and her life wasn’t being threatened), she could make out why that Frieza guy kept him around - he was smoking hot!

But even then, she knew he was an extremely damaged man. He was clearly being weighed down by his past, and she understood he was in no state to be romantic again with anyone else. As much of a shame that was, she acknowledged that what he needed most right now was a support system. Someone to help guide him through his wreckage of emotions.

She may have been extremely beautiful, smart, and, did she mention, gorgeous. But she was also a great talker and listener. She’d have to apologize to the Namekians and move Vegeta to a separate floor from Y/N in the house, but she was determined to make it all work.

The two walked back towards her car, and she reminded him to put his seatbelt on before taking off. The drive was quiet and peaceful, not at all awkward if she avoided his sad gaze enough, that is.

The first step to truly getting to know someone is to understand how they prefer to be perceived by others.

"So, Y/N, I'd love to learn more about you. Tell me, do you have any nicknames?"

He continued sitting in silence, and for a second, she believed he had gone back to his own world in his head, his moments of speaking now gone until she heard him mumble. "My colleagues used to call me Frieza's Loyal-"

"AH! Okay, um... how about birthday? Has it passed? I'd love to make you something special!" She interjected, hoping to redirect the conversation away from any bad thoughts of his time with that Frieza guy.

There was a comfortable silence now, and she cheered in her head about the small progress she was making. She thought he was maybe reminiscing about happy moments spent with his family, until she looked towards him, catching tears streaming down his cheeks. "I-I'm sorry! Did I say something wrong?"

He choked on his sob, his hands rubbing at his face, "I-I… spent my last birthday with him, the day before we went to Namek…”

“Umm, okay, that won’t work. Let’s not mention him, alright?” she replied, her tone gentle. “You are healing, and you need new thoughts in that cramped head of yours, got it?” She let out a deep sigh, the realization dawning on her that he was still painfully dedicated to that monster. If she truly wanted to help him heal, she needed to find a way to help him find peace.

-

It only took 135 days until the Namekian Dragon Balls had fully been recharged, much sooner than the Earth ones. By the time they made their wish, they had brought back Krillin and had found out Goku was still alive. This was a huge shocker to everyone. After all, they’d all thought he was dead this whole time.

“For our last wish, we ask you to summon Goku to us! Wherever he might be!” Bulma cheered, and everyone was expectantly waiting. Once Dende translated, Porunga's eyes glowed, taking a bit longer before speaking.

“I am unable. The request has been denied. The one named Goku refuses to be summoned.”

Everyone’s face dropped, looking confused and horrified before Master Roshi spoke, “Of course! He is terrified of his wife! As much as he is strong, nothing beats his scary-” He yelled as Chichi glared at him, holding a sword in her hands and looking ready to strike at any moment.

As saddened as everyone was about missing out on bringing back their friend and hero, they instead decided to respect Goku's wishes. Safely summoning Yamcha instead, another few months passed before they were able to bring back Chiaotzu and Tien, the duo happily reunited in the world of the living.

“For all you’ve done, you have our utmost thanks.” Mori smiled at the humans.

Dende and Gohan said their goodbyes; their time together at battle and on Earth had come to an end, and it was time for all the Namekians to be transported to another planet that they’d hopefully call their new home.

-

“I will not be wearing this thing! It-it’s pink for crying out loud!” Vegeta roared, throwing the clothes back out and standing nude in the bathroom.

“Oh, don't be such a wuss! It is the male fashion here on Earth!” Bulma threw the clothes back in with the same attitude, but covered her mouth to hide the small giggle that escaped her. “You’ll have to deal with it until your armor is finished up in the washer and dryer. Ugh, why did you go that long without taking a shower anyway? You stank!”

Reality was, she didn’t have clothes for him. She’d gone shopping for Y/N and had completely forgotten about Vegeta’s clothing. And considering Y/N was much bulkier and larger, it’d look silly if they shared clothes.

“Unbelievable! Men wearing the color pink…” He reluctantly grabbed the pink shirt and yellow pants and put them on. He looked like a damn flower. “You best not be lying to me, woman-“ His mouth dropped with shock as he watched Y/N standing in front of Bulma.

Y/N was wearing a form-fitting olive-green shirt that hugged his torso, defining his biceps and muscles. The scars etched across his arms were visible, alongside the fingerless gloves that adorned his hands. His pants were loose black cargos, with black military boots to finish it off.

With a slight tilt of his head, he glanced down at Bulma. His eyes filled with uncertainty. “Does this look good, Miss Bulma?” His once dirty, spiky hair was neatly brushed and no longer hid his face. He was cleaner, and although his eyes still remained slightly dull and sulken, he looked much better than she'd ever seen him.

Her eyes widened, a bright smile crossing her face as she couldn't help but laugh and hold her blushing cheeks. “Oh, you look marvelous!” She exclaimed, “Say, Y/N, are you interested in modeling? You could make a pretty good penny!” She could already imagine him, displayed all over huge billboards and magazine covers, and fashion runways-

“Modeling-?”

Vegeta slammed the door shut with such force that the walls shook, making Bulma flinch. He stomped over to the two, his eyes full of fury. “What’s the meaning of this?!” he demanded, his voice low and menacing. “He wears different clothes from me!”

Bulma glanced nervously between the two men and swallowed hard. An awkward chuckle escaped her lips as she tried to reason with the angry Saiyan. “Oh, his clothes are, um… old-fashioned, is all!” she stammered.

“Do not raise your voice at her,” Y/N growled, his voice low and dangerous as he locked eyes with Vegeta and stepped in between him and Bulma.

Vegeta's surprised expression changed to one of fury in an instant. "Haaah?! Say that again, you bastard!" His booming voice echoed through the hall as he lunged over and grabbed the front of Y/N's shirt, yanking him down to eye level, glaring into him. “Frieza dies, and now you’ve found yourself a new master?!”

Y/N didn’t look fazed at all, but his dark hair began to shimmer with a shining glow, streaks of vibrant blonde lightning up across his black strands of hair. “Get your dirty hands off of me.” His voice was steady, filled with a domineering confidence.

“You’re a fucking…!” Vegeta seethed with anger, but he didn’t attack him. It felt as if something was pulling him back. The undeniable familiar feeling of fear. His fingers released his grip on Y/N's shirt, the fabric slipping from his fingers, and with a frustrated huff, he turned on his heel and stormed off, leaving tension in the air.

Y/N looked at Bulma, who looked out of the window in worry before turning to him and switching to a grin. “So… about that modeling. Come with me, you will become this planet's next most desired man, I just know it!”

“I do not wish to be desired…” Y/N allowed himself to be dragged through the hallways of the mansion. “…But if you wish for that, then I shall fulfill it.”

Bulma's smile slightly dropped before she smiled sadly. “We don't have to do it if you don’t want to.”

Y/N did not know what to say. He sensed sadness coming from Bulma, but he didn’t understand why. Perhaps it was his lack of enthusiasm, or maybe he said something wrong. Either way, he felt like he was at fault. “I’m sorry-“

“No! No! Don’t apologize! You’re okay!” She whined, pressing the palms of her hands to his mouth. Her face flushed a bit when she felt the warmth of his breath against her hands, barely registering how close they were until she awkwardly shuffled away, her heart stammering in her chest.

“What the- Bulma?! Seriously?” Krillin blurted out, his voice laced with astonishment and a slight hint of anger. He stared at Bulma and Y/N, searching desperately for an explanation. Yamcha and Puar stood there alongside Krillin, just as stunned.

Meanwhile, Y/N stared back at Krillin, the eye contact being held for a short time before the shorter man broke it out of fear and cleared his throat.

“Gosh, you guys just walk around like you own the place! This isn’t what you think it is, so what do you want anyway?” She placed her hands on her hips, eyeballing the three who nervously shook under Y/N’s gaze. “Y/N, be a dear and go set up the table, please.”

Y/N nodded his head and obediently went over to do as he was tasked, walking past the three without so much as a glance. The three waited in a bated breath until Y/N was completely out of sight before they finally inhaled and exhaled in relief. Krillin, especially, gasped for air and fell to his knees, clutching his stomach.

“You know, I don’t understand why we didn’t just kill him! That’s the least he deserves after what he did!” His brows furrowed at the painful memories of his last moments on Namek before the Saiyan killed him for good. The chilling chase between the two, how Y/N had initially punched through his stomach, and then stomped on his head until he was fully dead.

Yamcha stood beside him, silently agreeing with him, but he did not say anything when Bulma and Krillin began to argue, an uneasy frown displayed on his face as he looked back at where Y/N went off to.

His relationship with Bulma was over, a mutual yet unsure decision between the two. Yet an uneasy feeling always lingered with him when he saw the malicious Saiyans around Bulma. It seriously worried him. As a friend, it was his duty to make sure she was safe around those savages, especially when Goku wasn’t there to protect them.

“I’m going to go get water.” He scoffed in irritation and turned sharply towards the direction that Y/N had walked off to. He had Bulma’s huge mansion already memorized to heart; every corner, every hallway was a map in his brain from the countless date nights spent with her. Finding the dining room was instinctual, and as he reached the entrance of the dining room, he paused.

The sight he saw caught him off guard. Y/N was sitting idly at the elegantly set dining table. But what truly irked him was the way Y/N had chosen to sit, right there, in the very chair he had once always occupied. The very same one that was coincidentally positioned next to Bulma's.

He stood at a distance, his eyes fixed on Y/N, who casually held a fork in his hand, his gaze locked onto it with an unsettling emptiness. That expression - or lack thereof - sent a rush of fury and fear that tightened in his chest.

Unlike his friends, who had faced the monster straight-up in all his glory, he remained unaffected by the horrors that they'd gone through. Yet he knew that Y/N had been ruthless while on Namek, working for the monster that almost killed Goku. Y/N's very existence should've gotten everyone to team up and end him for such a thing. And yet Bulma had ensured no one dared draw near him as if he were some pitiful child, even though Y/N longed for death, ready to welcome it at any moment.

Somewhere deep inside his tough guy persona, he thought he could grant him that wish. Yet, as much as he tried to move, a tremor gripped his legs, not allowing him to take a step further towards the Saiyan.

“I’ve been waiting for you to strike.” Y/N abruptly stood up, loudly placing the fork back on the table, making Yamcha flinch where he stood, further sending tremors to his legs. “Three minutes and all you can do is just… stand there. You humans are weak, but this is just sad.” He slowly walked over to Yamcha, who tried to keep a stern glare but failed to do so from his obvious shaking. Y/N stopped in front of him and stretched out his arms, looking down at him with a cold stare. “Go on, hit me.”

Yamcha was incapable of moving. He tried, he really did. But how could he when the power he was sensing from Y/N was double that of Goku’s? He tried to swallow his fears, his shaking fists sending weak punches towards Y/N’s broad chest, unable to make even a dent. Both of his fists eventually stopped and rested against Y/N’s chest, and frustrated tears pricked his eyes. He was glad nobody was around to witness his pathetic state. “W-What do you… Plan with Bulma?”

Y/N dusted off his shirt, making sure the fabric was clean and held no wrinkles, before he walked past Yamcha and made his way out of the dining room, but not before casually answering him. “I pity her. A powerless man like you broke her heart. It takes a strong man to repair it.”

He strutted back to his room, not at all caring about the furious glare Yamcha threw at him.

He arrived at his room and immediately took off the itchy fabric from his body the moment the door clicked shut behind him. He stalked over to his bed, lying down on it, his body already getting comfortable on the same spot that had dented down on the bed from the spot he always lay on every day.

It had been a year and a half since his lord’s death. He was reminded of the fact every time Bulma and her annoying friends came over and opened their foul mouths. Those same runts that were supposed to be dead, that he’d made sure to kill with his bare hands. Walking around as if he couldn’t just-

If he had any will left in him, he’d destroy the whole planet. Realistically, he could do it. It was just a matter of why. Avenging his lord would only be plausible if he were alive to witness it. Collecting the Dragon Balls was what he needed to do first, and his journey to gain the trust of those around him was going great so far. As long as Bulma continued to see him as the pitiful puppy she picked up on the side of the road, he doubted anybody would object. He had learnt nobody went against her. Not when she was primarily the reason those idiots were alive. Her brains and technology could easily surpass those in outer space if she had more resources.

Meanwhile, his time spent on Earth was a disaster. His time was only ever wasted on manipulating Bulma, which he found ridiculously easy to do, and locking himself in his room by his own accord. He despised everyone, and he feared he’d kill them all before he could execute his plan. He also never trained; it would only raise people’s suspicion of him, not to mention, his power continued to rise despite it, so he didn’t need to.

He did not understand why exactly that was, and it took only a few mornings of waking up drenched in sweat and gasping before he concluded the reason for his increase in power.

His first few days on Earth were real and raw. He did not have the will or energy to do anything. Multiple times, he thought of ending it all like he had back on Namek. But after a week of sulking, he had a dream.

He groaned as his eyes peeled open, waking up in the same eerily dark and quiet room. Bulma’s mansion was huge, and so were the rooms. Y/N was sure anybody else would’ve been exhilarated with the amount of space; in fact, he’d imagine Vegeta sleeping soundly because of it. However, he much preferred the enclosed tiny rooms back at Frieza’s ship. This room felt empty despite the furniture that adorned the room, and without the knowledge that his lord resided in the same space, he could not feel anything but emptiness. But today was different, this moment was different.

He tried to move his arms to get off the tickling sensation on his thighs, only to be unable to move them even an inch. His hands were being held above his head with a tight handcuff device that was attached to the bed frame. It took his eyes a while to be able to focus on the figure sitting in front of him, looking up at him with hungry, predatory eyes. His vision remained slightly blurry, but he felt his legs begin to tremble, and his throat opened to let out a long, strained moan. His penis felt warm, and as much as he tried to shake off whoever was staring up at him with those gorgeous ruby eyes, his legs were being forcibly held open with such great strength that he couldn’t resist against.

With each second that passed, it felt as if he was getting the life sucked out of him. His legs continued to shake, and he cried out in both sexual frustration and pleasure. Yet the person did not stop for one second. Their tongue felt amazing against the tip of his member, and despite not being able to witness it, he heard the way they gagged each time they took his cock up to the back of their throat, feeling his tip reach past their uvula.

It wasn't until he felt himself release his cum deep inside their mouth that they stopped and chuckled with that familiar, deadly sweet sound he loved. He heard the sound of them gulping it down and then felt them crawl on top of him, sitting on top of his abdomen and feeling up his chest with their smooth, small hands.

“You were always so cute when you cried.” His eyes widened immediately, but he couldn’t move his eyes to him, not before a tightness wrapped around his neck. It was smooth and squishy, yet it left him with little to no air left to breathe. He was struggling against the restraints before, but now, as he felt he was going to be killed by him, he did not move an inch. A small smile crept onto his now pale lips, making him giggle even more, which only brought more blood to pump and harden his cock.

Frieza sat there, looking down at him with such a sadistic smile that he shamefully came untouched, his white semen covering the back of his lord’s back. “I couldn’t get you hard no matter how much I sucked you off, and the simple sound and sight of me is what made you cum.”

Y/N whined. He would’ve loved to see his lord’s lips wrapped nicely around his dick. The sloppy sounds of spit and gagging coming from in between his legs made much more sense now.

As that image popped up in his head, he instinctively bucked his hips, to which Frieza roughly slapped him for. “You’re such a dirty dog. You do not do that unless I tell you to.” He got close to his face, his teeth biting down on Y/N’s bottom lip as he made direct eye contact with him. “Now, if you want me to ride you, you’ll say the right words.” His tail released its tight hold on his neck, but remained wrapped around it.

“P-Please… My Lord Frieza… I beg of you, use me however you want…! This useless body is yours to please-” A choked gasp escaped Y/N’s mouth as he felt an extreme tightness at the tip of his penis. It was tighter than his hands had ever held it. He could barely make out the way Frieza slowly lowered himself before his head was thrown back, his vision blurred once again, but this time from pleasure.

He felt everything, all the way until Frieza completely lowered himself to the hilt and sat down fully on it. It was only then that he felt himself gasp for the air he was restricting himself from. It felt incredibly soft, but mostly warm, like the inside of his mouth when he kissed him, but much wetter and tighter. Naturally, a male did not reproduce slick in a mating state, but he supposed Frieza’s species was different, after all, he did have both male and female genitalia. That was something he’d secretly researched about Frieza’s race.

Though he couldn’t look down at Frieza’s beautiful body, he could tell from the continuous squelching sounds that it was his lord's vagina that he’d entered. “Sir-” He opened his mouth in bliss, yet nothing came out from how surprised he was at feeling Frieza raise himself before suddenly slamming himself down on him.

His ruby eyes looked a bit disappointed, his hand slowly going over to caress the knot that had formed just underneath his entrance before licking his lips and getting close to Y/N’s ear, whispering sweetly, “Until I’ve had this beautiful knot of yours fully inside of me, I’m not going to stop.” Y/N didn’t know why, but he nodded. The idea thrilled him.

Minutes turned to hours, and from the sun illuminating through the window blinds, he guessed they’d gone for several days. Each time he opened his eyes, he woke up to Frieza having his way with his body. Frieza would bounce on top of him, his legs holding his petite body upright as he did all the work, and Y/N tried with all his might not to buck his hips. He did not want to anger Frieza, after all, what he experienced at the moment was the exact pleasure he’d been seeking from his lord since forever.

In those days, he’d seen his lord in different positions: facing him, his back towards him, kissing him while doing it, and even slow, sleepy thrusts of his hips. Y/N had memorized them all, from Frieza’s face, and how his pussy would quiver as the days went on. It would spasm every now and then, squirting out a clear liquid each time he hit his prostate with Y/N’s penis.

And it got better. Y/N had managed to convince Frieza to uncuff him when he saw the smaller man begin to grow tired from moving his hips.

When he felt his hands finally be able to disconnect from the tight metal binds, he quickly pushed Frieza down onto the bed, thrusting harshly into his lord that which caught even him off guard. Frieza’s moans were sweet, but they got even sweeter when he was underneath him, struggling to breathe as he cried out Y/N’s name.

In that whole period, from day one to god knows how many days it’d been, he’d formed several knots, all of which he’d released deep inside of Frieza, which he noted his lord never bothered to comment on it besides the times he touched his belly with a warm look on his eyes. It made his stomach look full and round.

Another day, while he ate his lord out, he watched as Friezas body began shuddering uncontrollably, though he thought it was him having to cum once again, he was surprised to find the first huge form of his lord, lying out on the bed, his huge legs on each side of his head opposed to the small legs of his original form. He had planned on stopping after making him cum, but his dick said otherwise. Having come so many times already, it still stood tall, ready for another round. With one small glance at his lord, who looked equally as excited, they went several more rough rounds. He noticed that by the end, Frieza’s ass and the back of his thighs were red from how much they’d gone at it.

With each new transformation, Y/N and Frieza realized that he got tighter, as if each form had gone back to a virgin state. It excited the two, especially Y/N, who wasted no time loosening him up each time and pounding into him so brutally that Frieza lost sensation several times, his toes would curl, scratch Y/N’s back until it bled, and cry out in pleasure each time. It didn’t help that Y/N would continue despite it all, moving to his ass when Frieza would beg him to give his destroyed and loosened pussy a rest. Bathroom breaks were of no help either; they were short and only lasted some minutes before they were back in bed.

In his last uncounted knot, Y/N lay on the bed, kissing and worshipping his lord’s frail and thin body. He was in his last, strongest form, and Y/N made sure to kiss every corner of his white, soft skin. He was much more daring as well, drowning his lord’s skin with marks and biting down on them to deepen them when they’d start to look lighter.

“Did you enjoy it…?” Frieza whispered in a hoarse voice.

Y/N eagerly nodded, smiling as Frieza’s hand slowly caressed his cheek, leaning into his lord's touch.

“Wait a bit longer for me… for now, sleep. I’ll be back with you in no time to pick you up.”

Every time he woke up from those beautiful dreams, he couldn’t help but sulk and want to go back to bed. He’d practically force himself to stand up and go about his day and go on with his plan, just to rush back to his room and feel the warmth of his lord in his dreams again.

It was the only thing keeping him sane at the moment, not those pep talks with Bulma and her mom in which they’d try and make him talk through calling him pet names. He never liked the terms “good boy”, “dear”, and “sweetie”. Sure, they were emasculating like Vegeta would complain about since he was given the same treatment, but he only ever appreciated it from one person. And he was gone. Nobody could replace him.

Now all he needed to do was collect the Dragon Balls when everyone was distracted. Only then would he be back in Frieza’s arms, where he rightfully belonged.

-

Gohan sat at his table. The pencil he held was broken in half due to the pressure he was putting on his paper. He’d been studying nonstop every day, but now there were more important matters to take care of, even if his mother got mad at him once again. His attention was drawn to the ringing phone next to his study table, and he picked it up.

‘Do you feel it, Gohan? That wave of energy?!’ Krillin said in a panicked voice.

“Yeah…” He swallowed his fear and looked up at the sky, “It’s really strong and… whoever it belongs to isn't very nice!”

‘And it's heading straight to Earth… There’s only one person I know with that kind of malicious power…’

Gohan shook his head. He did not want to believe it, but no matter how much he thought about it, it all came back to that same person.

Frieza was alive. And he was heading straight to them.

Chapter Text

In the dark, profound depths of the galaxy, remnants of Planet Namek float among the vast universe. A mountain of jagged rocks and trees, a reminder of a world that once flourished with life. Amid the gloomy scenery, a body lies in the zero-gravity area, on the brink of death, with its body cut in half and most of its brain matter exploded off.

“I, Frieza… humiliated… by that Saiyan ape…”

Inside a nearby ship, several miles away from the body, aliens scatter across the busy floors, machines running and working tirelessly as they approached the pieces of what once was the planet.

“Your majesty…” The trembling voice of one of the members of the force broke the heavy silence that filled the chamber. He nervously stepped forward, his eyes darting to the towering figure seated before him. The colossal man stared intently out of the window, his gaze lost in the dark outer space. “It seems… planet Namek has been completely destroyed,” he continued, "No one could have survived… not even your-” The minion's words caught in his throat as he quickly closed his mouth shut when he heard the furious growl that rolled off the man.

The giant man stood abruptly, “Might Frieza have met his doom? My clan is feared throughout the universe. What fool dares challenge our supremacy?” He shrugged his shoulders and placed his hands behind his back, smirking as he thought, ‘I will afford him the honor of defeat at the hands of King Cold himself.’

“Majesty! Look-” One of the others in attendance looked at the screen, ushering him to the electronic screen where Frieza’s mauled body was being displayed and located.

“Bring him aboard now! Or I’ll send the lot of you cretins to join him!”

It took several hours of nonstop surgical work between several onboard doctors before Frieza could be restored back to a stable condition. His body was already demolished beyond repair. The only way to fix him would be replacing everything he had lost with mechanical body parts, which the doctors had to do in fear as King Cold, Frieza’s father, watched them closely.

A simple mistake would warrant their heads being chopped.

Once Frieza’s eyes opened, his ruby eyes looked around, recognizing the familiar surroundings of his father’s ship. The minions around him looked at him in shock, surprised, and relieved for their lives that their lord had awakened.

Frieza paid them no mind, turning to his father with a growl, “Father, we’re going to Earth… right now! The Super Saiyan must die!”

It took them several hours, but their ship soon arrived near the mid-sized planet called Earth. “Behold, father, there is the Earth, dead ahead,” Frieza smirked, playing around with his new mechanical parts. His arm was now able to rotate whichever way he desired, and his tail waved excitedly, making loud clanging sounds every time the metal hit against the floor. “But we’ve gone to the bother of visiting my assailant at home, and he’s nowhere to be found. How rude!”

King Cold leaned back on his ornate throne, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he scanned the small planet before him. It reeked of low power levels, aside from the few stronger ones that lingered. “What a measly little ball. Come, let’s just destroy it,” he mused.

Beside him stood Frieza, with an intimidating presence that was misrepresented by his tiny frame. Although many mistook him for a mere shadow of his father, those who truly understood the dynamics of their lineage knew that Frieza harbored a vast well of power, far surpassing his father's. His small stature was a misfortune in his gene pool, hiding the fierce strength he truly harbored.

"No, father... Your Frieza demands satisfaction. I have yet to treat this Super Saiyan to the nightmares of my ultimate form. Not to mention," He placed his hand to the window, glaring into the huge orb and focusing on the one power level he could recognize anywhere. "It seems my little puppy has gotten lost. I must personally retrieve him."

-

Gohan quickly put on his old armor that he’d just so happened to save from Planet Namek. It was the armor that Vegeta had lent him. It was sturdy and flexible, awesome to fight in. And considering how close Frieza’s power level was to Earth, he needed as much flexibility as he could.

He took off almost instantly. He heard his mother yell after him, but he didn't pay her any mind. He’d have to apologize to her later and study extra hard to make her proud. But at the moment, if he didn’t take part in this fight, he could lose everyone he loved to Frieza.

“How…? This is impossible! We’re in big trouble here, Dad!” He flew through the skies, his speed much faster than it used to be. His eyes lit up slightly at the sensation of Krillin's power and looked towards him. “You’re also feeling all this crazy strong energy, right?”

“Whether I like it or not!” Krillin huffed, catching up to Gohan with a frown. “I’d know Frieza’s vibe anywhere!”

Worry gnawed at Gohan as he chewed on his bottom lip. “I don’t get what’s happening, Krillin. Does this mean my dad didn’t defeat Frieza back on Namek, or what?”

“I’m just as confused as you are, Gohan. But we are going to get to the bottom of this. We’ll take him on, even if it’s all of us. As long as Y/N stays unaware, we’ll surely beat him, right?” He tried to look hopeful, but the furrow of his eyebrow said otherwise. He was scared. There was no denying that. “Don’t… Don’t worry,” he rummaged through his pockets and tossed a small bag towards Gohan. “Take a look, Yajirobe gave it to me a couple of weeks ago. I’ve been holding on to it just in case anything like this happened.”

Gohan curiously opened the miniature bag. His tense, wide eyes sparkled with a glimmer of hope as he peered inside. It wasn’t much, but in times like these, when they were about to fight for their lives, it was nice to hold onto something for reassurance. "A senzu bean..."

A couple of miles away from them, Vegeta and Yamcha arrived at an isolated and deserted place. They looked around frantically, up at the sky, and towards the plain dirt path.

“Frieza’s ship will be landing here any minute now.” Vegeta looked up at the sky with balled fists. His usual angry frown was much deeper and pronounced.

“Yeah? How do you know?” Yamcha spat, looking at him warily until Vegeta looked back at him with fury, which made him immediately flinch and back down.

“Do you question me, you halfwit?! I actually fought him. Can you say the same?” Vegeta growled, getting interrupted before he could go over and smack him by a familiar high-pitched voice.

“Surprise!” Bulma giggled over the loudspeaker in her helicopter. “Hey, Vegeta! Hey Yamcha! Hope you guys don’t mind us dropping in!” She waved at them with her usual cheeky smile, alongside Puar, who raised his tiny hands.

The helicopter slowly lowered in front of them, to which Puar excitedly jumped out and greeted Yamcha, but was taken aback by his scolding. “W-What are you doing here? Are you both crazy? Do you not know the gravity of the situation?”

“Duh, of course I do. I mean, if Frieza put his mind to it, he could pop this planet like a water balloon, right? Might as well have a front row seat!” Bulma smirked as she got out of the helicopter, placing both her hands on her hips, which drew a chuckle from Vegeta, who looked at her amusingly.

Yamcha sighed in defeat. His worry had now tripled with her presence there. “Ugh… at least tell me he’s-”

“Yeah, yeah. I checked before coming. He is taking one of his ridiculously long naps. Y/N doesn’t know a thing. When his head hits that pillow, not even a huge rock falling on top of him can wake him up.” Bulma dusted off her shirt, looking towards the newly arrived people behind the two.

“So Vegeta… You’ve decided to show your face on Earth again.” A gruff voice called from behind Vegeta. Tien stood there, fully clothed in winter clothes, most likely having rushed here from the outskirts of where he was staying with Chiaotzu, who stood beside him.

Vegeta simply smirked, shoving his hands into his pockets. “That’s all you have to say?”

“Hardly… but I always thought actions speak louder than words. How can you stand the sight of him, Yamcha?” He glared at Yamcha, turning back to Vegeta, who challenged him with a laugh. “Bring it on!”

“Whoa! Hey! Cool it! This isn’t the time, ok Tien, c’mon.” Yamcha stood between the two. He knew this would happen. Vegeta was the reason the three of them had been stuck in Other World, and later with King Kai. Their lives were so easily taken because of Vegeta, and now they were expected to work alongside him. But it was either this or their planet being blown to bits.

“Whatever, mask your power levels if you fools don’t want to die again. Frieza’s minions can use their scouters to track us down. At least the Namekian is keeping a low profile.” Vegeta glanced over to the side, where Piccolo stood, his cape moving with the waves of the wind as he looked towards the distance with a frown.

He slowly turned around, his frown directed at Bulma, who stared back at him feistily. “You are certain he won’t intervene? His master’s presence alone would send him on a killing rampage. And we would be his targets. Not even Goku would be able to stop him… If he were here.”

“Gosh! Enough of that, I told you, that won’t happen!” She pouted, crossing her arms.

“Yeah, not with the sleeping pills I shoved in his throat before coming here.” Vegeta slyly commented, which caught Bulma’s attention.

“What? What? How many did you give him? That could be dangerous!” She rushed over to him, a worried look on her face as she grabbed onto his arms and shook him. “What kind of pills were they? They weren’t the ones I keep in the kitchen, right? Because those are deadly-”

“Let go of me, woman!” Vegeta roared, trying to pry her off of him, yet he was suspiciously gentler with his movements.

“Hey… Guys? Did we rush in at a bad time?” Krillin landed and nervously looked at Bulma and Vegeta arguing in the distance as he walked up to the rest, who had separated themselves from the two.

“Never mind that! Gohan, is Goku back?” Yamcha could feel his knees weaken as Gohan shook his head with a frown. “Oh no! If he’s still gone when Frieza gets here-”

Piccolo and the rest stopped in their tracks, all of them flinching at the same time as they turned around. “He’s here!” Piccolo yelled.

They watched a huge ship fly past them up in the sky, most likely landing a few acres away from them, from how fast it looked to be descending.

Vegeta grumbled, pushing off Bulma, who hurriedly went to hug Puar, who was equally as scared. His balled-up fists drew blood on his palms as he looked back at everyone else. “Listen up! Nobody is allowed to fly! We’re going in on foot so we can keep our power levels hidden!”

“P-Piccolo, wait! Let me get this straight… Frieza is the most powerful opponent any of us has ever seen, right?” Yamcha hurried over, his brows furrowed into a worried expression. “So what’s the point of us sneaking up on his ship then? We’re nothing but bugs to him! Seriously, tell me I’m wrong! How on Earth are we going to defeat this guy-?”

“Would you quit your whining?” Piccolo scoffed, looking down at Yamcha with a disappointed look, yet as stern as he looked, the sweat drops rolling down his forehead were obvious. He was equally as terrified. “If you’d prefer to run and hide, then suit yourself. But we already know what lies in store for us.”

Vegeta chuckled, looking at him with a mocking smile. “Are you finally catching on? Your backwater planet is doomed!”

-

“Landing successful! Your highness…! You may disembark at your leisure.” One of the minions announced.

King Cold groaned in satisfaction as he got up from his chair, standing tall beside his son, who wore a frighteningly wicked smirk on his face. Both of them elegantly left the ship, landing softly on the dirt floor of the planet and looking around curiously. “So this is Earth, the planet my pup has been running around in? I’ve destroyed worse.”

“We didn’t come all this way to toy with the Earthlings, my son. We’re here for that Super Saiyan who hurt you. We shall crush the life out of him. Anyone who threatens our supremacy must be utterly conquered!” Words spoken like a true tyrant, King Cold was, after all, the one who’d initially enslaved the Saiyans. It would only be fair for Frieza to have inherited his evil mischiefs from someone who encouraged it, and that was him.

“Considering he won’t be here for another hour, maybe wiping out the Earthlings would be a nice touch. I would love to crush his spirit before I finish him off. How many can we get in an hour, I wonder?” Frieza’s shoulders shook with each chuckle he took, “I guess there’s only one way to find out.” He began laughing manically, a wide smile on his face as he laughed out with his chest. “Hurry, Goku! Hurry! I’ve crawled back from the brink of death itself to reap my revenge upon you!”

King Cold ushered the many soldiers behind them to move out, their mission being to find any of the Earthlings and take them out on the spot, but before they could move towards fulfilling such a request, they were immediately sliced open, their body parts falling on the floor and scattering across the dirt path.

A young man stood in front of them, placing his sword back into his sword scabbard. His eyes burned with disdain, a familiar hue that Frieza had seen so often.

“All right, you have our attention. What brings you here?” Frieza said unamused, staring at the purple-headed brat in front of him.

The boy's gaze was firm as he looked towards the two. “To kill you two. What else?”

“Sorry, could you repeat that?” King Cold stared at him with a raised brow, dismissing the words he’d heard as there was no way the man in front of them truly believed he was capable of such foolery.

“I said… I am here to kill you!” He raised his voice, his fists balled up, yet his expression remained calm and collected.

“He’s serious, Father. Oh, I’m terrified.” Frieza’s surprised expression turned into a mocking smile before turning to his father. “Aren’t you?” They both chuckled, laughing at the ridiculous words of the boy in front of them. “If only you knew with whom you are picking a fight-”

“Oh, I know.” He smiled as he watched Frieza turn to him in surprise, “Yeah, you’re Frieza. It really shouldn’t be that surprising. Truth is, I’ve known about you for years.”

“Ah, you flatter me. It seems my reputation precedes me. Even on the likes of this worthless rock. Well, not completely. It seems someone failed to tell you I am the strongest being this universe has ever seen.” Frieza placed his hands on his hips, a smirk displayed on his prideful face as he closed his eyes.

“It seems someone failed to tell you you’re going to die here.” The boy stared at Frieza’s fiery glare as he growled at him, but not before it was replaced with a laugh.

“I grow bored of this. How about this, I’ll kill you myself. Not that you merit the attention, but it is a charitable honor I shall grant you.” He rolled his shoulders back and forth as he got ready to eliminate the purple-headed brat in front of him.

“Someone like you? Please, don't make me laugh. You look like you’ve seen better days, metal-face.” He chuckled, watching Frieza’s offended face. “If you were smart, you would’ve stayed home. But now that we’re here… we’re gonna do this. You’re already dead.”

“I’m already dead?” Frieza laughed. “Curse your insolent tongue. Daddy, this primate requires discipline.”

King Cold had his back to the boy, not finding him at all threatening and finding it all a waste of time. “Nobody talks to my son that way… Go ahead, finish him off.”

“Make sure to come at me with everything you’ve got. Cause I don’t plan to go easy on you like Goku did.” This caught Frieza’s attention, making him flinch at the familiar name.

King Cold, confused by Frieza’s flinching, whispered over to him. “What’s a Goku?”

Frieza huffed out, “He’s the Super Saiyan. The one we came here to kill…” He took a daring step forward, “Oh, but of course! You and he are in league!”

“I’ve never met the guy… But I’m a fan of his work.” He took a step forward as well, keeping eye contact with Frieza. “Hey, wanna hear a secret? Goku… is not the only Super Saiyan.”

“Hmph, of course he isn’t,” Frieza scoffs, folding his arms on his chest. “My puppy is one as well. However, I seem to have lost track of him. Once I find him, I shall destroy this rock of a planet.”

“You speak of Y/N? Yeah, right, have fun searching the deepest parts of the ocean for him. You will not. But that wasn’t who I was referring to. In fact, you are looking at one right now!” He smirked and mockingly folded his arms as well.

Frieza was initially shocked, then laughed again. “You almost had me there! You, sir, are a consummate bluffer in the face of defeat-” His laughs suddenly stopped as rocks began to rise and wind started to blow in front of them, drawing his and his father's attention to the source.

The boy stood there, his hair moving with the wind as he balled his fists to transform. “No…!” Frieza cried out, a terrified look on his face as he remembered the events that had transpired while he’d fought Goku, the way his hair had glowed just the same as the boy in front of him, the same stance, the same yell, and the same glare in his eyes. He visibly shuddered, his mouth agape and unable to move. “It-It’s those eyes! He has… the same eyes!”

-

“It has begun!” Vegeta announced, all of them looking towards the source of the huge explosions in the distance.

“C’mon!” Krillin was ready to jump up and fly to the scene when Vegeta grabbed him and tossed him harshly onto the ground, scolding him. “Get down here! What did I say?! You think you can just fly past their scouters…? They’d blast you right out of the sky! Go wherever you please, but you damn well better walk!”

Krillin didn’t react with malice, though. He balled his fists and hit the floor, causing the rock floor to break whilst he closed his eyes in defeat. “Yamcha was right… Without Goku here, we are doomed. He’s going to come back here and wonder why there’s nothing but a bunch of rocks where the Earth used to be!”

They all stayed quiet. Whether they had it in them or not, they knew he spoke the truth. It was a feeble dream to think they could take on Frieza, and with the four huge power levels they felt in the distance, there was no way-

“Wait! There’s a new-oh no, oh no-!” Krillin screamed, this time flying towards the source of the powers, not caring about Vegeta’s previous scolding. However, instead of being angry, Vegeta followed suit, also flying there with an irritated and anxious frown. When Piccolo followed as well, everyone followed behind, a quiet silence following along as the seriousness of the situation had now doubled.

“Hold on, guys-! Oh no, you don’t!” Bulma held onto Yamcha before he could fly off and held tight. “Yamcha, what’s going on? Why is everyone-”

“Be quiet, Bulma.” He swallowed loudly, holding her tightly with a bruising grip as his face paled. “Y-You said… he was asleep.”

-

“W-What are you?!” Frieza was cut off by Y/N, who grabbed his face and smashed his lips with his. He held him tightly, his rough hands clutching Frieza’s mechanical hips and bucking his own hips against him while his fluffed-up tail swished back and forth happily.

“L-Lord Frieza! I knew-” He separated their lips to speak before once again attacking him. “-you were going to come back for me!”

Overwhelmed with a mix of relief, embarrassment, anger, and frustration, his face turned beet red as he pushed Y/N off of him, causing Y/N to fall to the ground. He intended to step on Y/N's chest to keep him down, but his mechanical leg slightly malfunctioned, instead pressing down on Y/N's crotch.

“My son… not at the battlefield.” King Cold turned away, his back to the situation, as a mellow look crossed his face.

“Agh! Y/N, crouch, now!” Frieza screeched, taking off his leg and baring his teeth in anger, yet the red blush across his face betrayed his presumed menacing look.

Like a machine, Y/N crouched in front of him, his eyes not leaving his lord, looking up at him with dazed, bleary eyes. His tail continued rapidly swaying, and the obvious tent in his pants made Frieza cringe.

Meanwhile, the purple-headed boy, who moments ago had transformed into his Super Saiyan form, stood stunned. His revelation to be a Saiyan had been interrupted and diminished by the presence of Y/N, but as quickly as shock came, also came fear and panic.

Coming from the future, he knew he had to keep a low profile so as not to interrupt the events of what transpired in the past, as even the smallest change could completely change history. But with his reluctant confrontation with Frieza because of Goku's late arrival and now Y/N in front of him, he was mentally cursing himself.

Y/N wasn’t supposed to see Frieza, let alone be aware of his arrival on Earth. Frieza was supposed to be killed by Goku the moment he arrived back from space, a fact kept from Y/N.

The one rule his mother had made sure to carve into his mind, the one crucial piece of information he needed to stay true to every timeline… and he had already fucked it up.

His name was Trunks. The son of Bulma from the future. He was seventeen years old, and he had come to the past to warn Goku and the others of the unfortunate events that would happen in the future to prevent them and hopefully save everyone from eternal doom.

Everyone he knew had died, and he found it in himself to save at least one timeline where he and his mother could live peacefully without the worry of Cell killing them. As he understood from his mother's stories, Goku was the strongest, but he was taken down by a heart virus before he could defeat Cell, the monster responsible for everyone’s death. But there was also the faceless man she’d often talk about.

Y/N, a Saiyan much stronger than Goku, and also… his father.

She’d venture on and on about the kind of person he was, a quiet and respectful man. With the way she’d describe him, he often wondered what it would’ve been to meet his father in person. But those were just dreams, after all, his father was dead by the time his mother even found out she was pregnant with him.

Y/N had supposedly allowed himself to be killed, shoving Bulma out of the way of an attack from Cell. She deemed him mentally okay up until the point he found out about Piccolo's demise and the vanishing of the Dragon Balls. She described it as madness eating at him. He starved and cried in his mother’s arms for days, so much so that he lost his sense of who he used to be. They had yet to understand why exactly he spiraled into madness, but he was like a hero to his mother, and he respected him because of that.

However, as he stood several feet away from his own father, he couldn’t help but… recoil in disgust.

He looked like a total mess. His face was flushed, his hair was tossed around, and he was panting like a pervert. Trunks couldn’t help but look away. He’d always been proud of being the son of someone so strong, proud of his smart mother and powerful father, who died as a great man. Now he wondered if all those things his mother told him were flat-out lies.

He heard several voices behind him, to which he quickly turned to upon hearing one familiar high-pitched voice. Bulma, his mother.

But just like Trunks, everyone turned back to Y/N and Frieza, who’d begun bickering. Y/N tightly clung to his leg, his drool getting all over Frieza’s mechanical leg as he cried. “L-Lord Frieza! I thought you died! I-” He hiccuped, his teary eyes never leaving Frieza’s, even after sensing the nine other power levels nearing them. “I’m so glad!”

“Y-You idiot, you can’t just-” Frieza kept glancing up at everyone who was now staring, trying to desperately kick off Y/N, but to no avail. “L-Let go of me, now!”

“I fear this is a dream! I can’t! You look so real, and that lovely smell! I-I think I am going to-”

“Quit this foolish act, Y/N. Be a good dog and follow your master's orders. I allowed you to follow my son because you were fit to do so… do not make me second-guess that decision.” King Cold cleared his throat, not yet looking at them, but it was clear he was uncomfortable.

Truth was, he wasn’t in control of who Frieza had by his side, but he liked to feel like he had such authority every now and then. Especially when he knew his son adored him. And given how close the two were, King Cold already deemed Y/N as a fit son-in-law. It warmed his old heart. But of course, he’d never allow anyone to know that.

Y/N whimpered upon hearing King Cold’s domineering voice, kneeling once again and looking down in shame.

Y/N’s relationship with King Cold was a special one, besides the one he had with Frieza. He respected the older male for being the great father to his precious lord and having conquered so much. Their respect was silently mutual.

“I’m sorry for acting so out of order. It seems that with our time apart, I have forgotten my manners. I will accept due punishment, Lord Frieza.” There was a slight tremble to his shoulders, but he sounded much calmer now. Y/N slowly looked upward, his brows straight, looking firm despite his shining eyes that traced Frieza’s mechanical body.

With clenched teeth, Frieza clicked his tongue and averted his gaze as he whispered. “What the hell have they done to you… You became much daring, you perverted animal.” He grabbed a handful of Y/N’s hair and forcefully brought him to his feet. “At least you didn’t forget who your master is. Get up, you are not weak enough to kneel.”

Y/N dusted himself off, taking his position beside Frieza and turning to the crowd. The rest of the Z fighters had joined the other Saiyans' side, and now, both sides stared at each other intently.

“Now… how should I deal with you all?” Frieza mused, his eyes purposefully falling onto Vegeta, who fumed with anger, but also fright. With a smirk, Frieza extended his arm, his small, pointed finger stretching towards Bulma’s direction. “My sense of smell is quite keen. In fact, I smelled that horrendous scent sticking to you moments before you started humping my leg, Y/N. Is this who you worshipped before I arrived?”

Y/N stared blankly at Bulma. The lies and the manipulation…they were no longer needed. Frankly, he never cared about her, and he finally didn’t have to act like he was a weakling like her.

As he opened his mouth to speak, Trunks swung his sword towards Frieza, swiftly cutting off his mechanical arm.

The click of his tongue made everyone turn their attention to him as they soon realized that he was attacking with the intention to kill, had it not been Y/N who pulled Frieza out of the way in time before Frieza’s whole body was cut in half.

Y/N slowly looked up, and so did Trunks. The staredown between them was intense.

Krillin swallowed audibly. His gulp echoed in the winds as the silence stabbed at them. The fighters had forgotten to breathe, their eyes never once leaving the scene of what was happening.

They were screwed.

They had no idea who the kid in front of them was, but it did not matter whether or not his hair was golden or if his sword was sharp. Not when Y/N powered up in seconds, his h/c hair now a glowing yellow tint, and his stare, a predatory warning. The same one he had when he killed Krillin, attacked Gohan, and fought Goku with.

Frieza remained in shock, much like everyone else around him. His mechanical parts shook, and the few remaining patches of skin glistened with sweat. “He just-” his voice broke. In Y/N's arms, despite the embarrassment of the situation, the events that had unfolded, from being defeated by Goku to almost facing death again, felt like a spear to his pride. He couldn't help but let out a small whimper as he turned to Y/N in tears. His shattered mechanical arm sparked with electricity due to severed cables, and his lips trembled as he spoke to Y/N, inadvertently garnering sympathy from the Saiyan, “I-I don't want to die.”

His words were heartfelt, real fright from the deepest parts of his dead heart.

Y/N gently caressed Frieza's cheek with the back of his hand, looking down with a tenderness that he hadn't shown in the entire year they had been apart. "Don't worry, Lord Frieza. I’ll take care of everything.”