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“Dammit!” Vegeta growled as the tennis ball went just out of reach, giving Frieza and Frost the fifteen points they needed to once again tie up with him.
“Yes!” Frost cheered, pumping his fist excitedly. “Kami, I can’t believe I got that one!”
“This is total bullshit,” Vegeta huffed, glaring at Frost from across the tennis court and crossing his arms, “I thought you said you’ve never played tennis before!” he added. Though Frost could genuinely only shrug in response. “I haven’t! I swear, this is my first time! I usually don’t like sports to begin with.” he replied. Frieza chuckled, stepping beside his partner to pat his back. “Seems like you’re a natural~”
The Saiyan gave another irritated growl, resisting the urge to smash his tennis racket. But Goku merely shrugged. “Don’t get *too* upset, Vegeta. The game is still really close - we still have a chance to win.” he stated. From the sidelines, Cell smirked. “Yeah, you heard him! Don’t be a sore loser before you’ve even lost!”
Once in a while, when all the guys had free time, they would come together to do something that got them some proper exercise and overall just let loose some energy. They would take turns choosing sports to play at the local gym; it often ranged between baseball, basketball, tennis, some indoor swimming, etc. This time around, it was Frieza’s turn to pick the game they played, and he chose tennis - and he also invited Frost to come along as well. To feel more comfortable around the pack.
And while Frost was happy to tag along, he didn’t think he’d actually be playing. He figured he could just sit on the sidelines and watch. But the more he watched the others play, the more he thought it’d be rather fun himself. And wouldn’t you know it, now he and Frieza had the two Saiyans in a tight tie. They had each won one set - this final game would settle who would win the match overall.
“Hmph - you hear that, Frieza?! We’re only tied! So don’t you get too cocky!” Vegeta stated. Frieza merely glanced back at him with a shrug, adjusting the white visor on top of his head. “I suppose you’re correct. If we want to win, we should resume.”
He smiled at Frost before he took his position once again at the back of the court. The blue ice-jin didn’t hesitate to get into position as well, gripping his racket tightly. Normally he only felt this sort of determination when he was acting. But for once, he was determined to actually *win* at something. Not just for himself - but for Frieza as well.
“Alright, do your best guys! Let’s see who’ll win this thing!” Yamcha called out from the benches, sitting with Cell and Zamasu as they watched the match together.
The game continued on intensely. Each rally felt like it lasted forever, the yellow ball zipping across the court back and forth in a blur, before it would eventually land on one side of the court. Even as good as Frieza and Frost were, it was difficult to keep up with the Saiyan’s high stamina. Not to mention their well known strength sometimes caused them to make some pretty powerful shots - one was even strong enough to knock Frost’s racket out of his hands. He could only wonder how good these two would be at football.
Eventually however, the final score was at 40-40. Whoever made this next shot would be declared the winner of this set, as well as the entire match.
Frieza was the one serving, panting heavily as he bounced the ball, preparing himself to make the perfect serve. Frost stood at attention in his position at the front, waiting tensely for the final game to begin. His lungs burned with every breath, he was burning up under the warm sun, and he could feel his limbs starting to ache. But he ignored it all, prepared to do what he could to win this match.
Vegeta and Goku seemed just as determined, brows furrowed in focus as they waited for Frieza’s serve. Silence hung over the court, tension high, the only sound ringing out was every bounce of the ball onto the ground….
Until Frieza suddenly threw it up high, and smacked it as hard as he could with his racket. Goku was taken off guard, and tried to reach for it, but it was too high from him to reach. Vegeta managed to catch it just afterwards, landing a powerful strike with his own racket. Frost’s eyes lit up when he saw his chance - once the ball was close enough, he leaped high into the air, and gave a powerful downward strike right back into the Saiyan’s court.
The strike was too fast for Goku to react in time - and it hit the ground with a loud *thud*.
And that’s when Cell whistled loudly. “That’s it, fellas! Frieza and Frost are the winners!”
Frost almost hadn’t heard him, trying to focus on catching his breath. They won?! They actually won?! Holy crap, it’s the first time he’s won any sort of sport! And he made the winning shot too! “YES!! We did it!! Holy crap, we did it!! We….we won….” Frost’s voice trailed off as exhaustion washed over him, causing him to fall onto his knees and sit on the ground, letting himself relax for a good minute or so.
Naturally, Vegeta wasn’t happy, cursing loudly and he snapped his (third) racket in half and threw it onto the ground. While Goku attempted to calm him down, the others on the sidelines approached the ice-jin’s side of the court. “Man, nice going you guys! That was an intense match - I don’t think any of us have beaten Goku and Vegeta at tennis before!” Yamcha stated.
Frost was still catching his breath, taking off his visor and trying to fan himself. “Really? Well…it definitely….wasn’t easy….they were tough….Kami, I’m exhausted…”
Zamasu stepped up beside him, handing out a water bottle with a smile. “Drink some water. You’ll certainly need it.” he stated. The blue ice-jin nodded, gladly taking the water bottle and gulping it down. Kami, never has something as simple as water ever tasted so heavenly! “That was a very impressive shot, darling,” Frieza said, approaching his partner from behind, “I’m not certain I could’ve made that myself.”
“Heh, I was just trying to win, really. Kinda acted on instinct.” Frost replied, though he couldn’t help smiling with a bit of pride. He wasn’t going to deny he enjoyed some of the praise. “Well instinct or not, you did great, bud. Nicely done.” Cell stated, offering a hand to help Frost up. The blue ice-jin accepted the hand and allowed himself to be pulled up to his feet, but his legs ached in protest.
“Thanks. But, I think that’s definitely my last match for the day…” Frost said. Frieza grunted as he rolled his shoulders back, nodding in agreement. “Indeed. I think I’m finished as well.”
“Yeah, I think we’re all feeling that way. We’ve all played at least one match today. Dunno bout you, but I’m ready to hit the showers and get some grub.” Yamcha replied. “Fuck *yes*, I could totally tear into a burger right now!” Cell stated enthusiastically, already licking his lips at the thought. The Saiyans finally joined the group, Vegeta still very much grumpy, but Goku seemed just as excited as Cell.
“Ooh! Are finally getting something to eat?! I’m starving!” he stated, tail wagging behind him. Vegeta refused to say a word, head turned away and arms crossed tightly. Frieza raised a brow at him, taking a step forward and offering a hand to shake. “Vegeta. That was a well played game, for both sides. Wouldn’t you agree?” The Saiyan still didn’t say anything. He only briefly shot a glare towards Frost before he pushed Frieza’s hand away, and marched off angrily.
Frost let out an exasperated sigh. “Lovely. Now he probably hates me even more.”
Zamasu chuckled, shaking his head. “Do not let him concern you. Truthfully, he’s probably more upset at the fact even *he* thought your skills were impressive. His pride won’t allow him to admit that though.” he said. Frost rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged. “I suppose that’s possible.” Frieza gave a heavy sigh himself, though it was more out of exhaustion than anything else. “Shall we go wash up now? I can’t stand how this shirt is sticking to me.”
“Yeah, actually not a bad idea…” Frost had enjoyed playing the actual game - but now that it was over, the feeling of his shirt clinging onto his hot, sweaty skin was not a pleasant feeling.
However….it wasn’t until the group got inside the gym and into the locker room that he came across a dilemma.
The alpha showers were communal. There were no private ones to be seen.
He watched awkwardly for a moment as numerous other alphas would strip down and casually go into the showers to wash off, both male and female alike. Frost tried *very* hard to not actually *see* anything indecent - but it was difficult with everyone walking around shamelessly, as if nothing was wrong. And if Frost were a real alpha, nothing would be wrong. He wouldn’t care….except he was an omega.
And he didn’t need one of these alphas to realize that *here*. In the *alpha* locker room.
“Frost? Aren’t ya gonna shower?” Cell asked as he kicked off the last article of clothing he had on. Frost felt too nervous to even remove his visor, much less his actual clothes. The very thought of being exposed in front of several alphas was more than nerve-wracking. “Uh, well, I-I didn’t realize the showers were communal…”
“Huh? Hey, there’s nothing to be ashamed about,” Yamcha insisted with a smile, removing his shorts and boxers before throwing them in a locker, “we’re all alphas here. We all know what we’ve got going on. But if it helps, no one here is actually gonna *try* to look.” Technically, Frost could *try* to shower here, if he wanted to. Ice-jin as a race had their cloacas to cover their “privates”, regardless of gender….but his scent blockers wouldn’t work in the shower.
So if someone picked up his *real* scent, or Kami forbid, somehow his cloaca *did* open…
“I-I um….I-I think I’m good.” Frost stuttered. Sure, he didn’t *want* to be sweaty and stinky the whole day. But that was a much better preference over his secret being discovered in a *locker room*.
“Tch, pansy…” Vegeta muttered. Frost blocked his eyes as the Saiyan strolled past him completely nude, marching right into the showers without issue. His face must’ve looked like a grape at this point, with how the blush was taking over. “It’s alright, Frost,” Frieza insisted, placing his hand upon his shoulder with a kind smile, “if you prefer some privacy, there are private showers in the back you can use. Why don’t you try one of those instead?”
Thank Kami for having mercy on him! “Thank goodness - yes, I think I’ll go do that. Thank you, Frieza.” Frost grabbed his clothes bag, ready to go on to the back. Though he paused as he watched Frieza walk away…wearing only a single white towel around his waist. The rest of his slim, muscular, beautiful body was on full display, and Frost couldn’t resist staring for a moment. Though he got too shy when Frieza ripped the towel off, getting a perfect peek at his hams before turning his head away.
He couldn’t have left that room any faster.
Thankfully, the private showers in the back were far more vacant. Frost only came across a few passerbys, and judging by the scent (or more like lack of scent) it seemed they were male betas. He helped himself to the farthest shower in the back corner, and didn’t strip off a single article of clothing until he knew no one was watching. Seconds after he stripped, he practically lunged into that shower.
It felt nice to have the lukewarm water run down his back, soothing away the aching muscles that groaned with every movement. A soft, content sigh slipped past Frost’s lips, rubbing his hands into the back of his neck before soaking his face under the water as well. He felt a little jealous that these showers actually felt better than the one he had at home - he didn’t exactly have the best water pressure.
Frost grabbed his soap bar and lathered his hands before slowly spreading the soap across his body, starting with his arms and shoulders. He couldn’t imagine trying to shower with all those other alphas like this. Knowing so many others could be watching him bathe, looking at every inch of his exposed skin. Plus, Frost didn’t need to see so many dicks in one space. That was a whole other type of awkward.
Although….he suppose it wouldn’t be so bad with Frieza. Maybe. Afterall, he didn’t seem to be the pervy type. He always had the utmost respect towards Frost, in regards to just about everything. If Frost didn’t want him to look, Frieza wouldn’t. Plus….Frieza admittedly had a *very* nice body…
The blue ice-jin unconsciously followed down that train of thought, rubbing the soap down to his chest and stomach. That was the first time he actually saw Frieza without clothes on. From time to time, Frost had wondered what he looked like. Truthfully, the two of them seemed to have similar builds. Although Frieza seemed a bit thicker in *certain* regions - namely, everywhere below the waist. All emphasized by that long, white tail of his, swaying almost hypnotically from side to side, drawing in any wandering eyes…
Frost brought his sudsy hands to his thighs now, initially intending to clean his legs. But he got distracted by his own daydreams.
Suddenly he was imagining Frieza doing the same thing, washing his gorgeous body down with soap, letting the water run down his pale skin. Envisioning his wet, flushed skin, and how his bio-gems would have an extra polish. The way his dark lips would curl into a smile, and sharp, piercing eyes finally looking in his direction, curling his finger as a gesture to come closer…
Frost’s hand was between his legs now, where his crotch slowly started to heat up.
He and Frieza hadn’t gone close to *that* sort of intimacy yet. Frost wasn’t sure if they ever would, since it’d lead to the inevitable reveal of his secret. However….he did kinda wonder what it *would* be like. Such as say, if Frieza were with him now, in this shower. Having Frieza touch him. Would he grope him right away? Grab at him desperately?
No…Frieza was more patient than that. More gentle. Frost could imagine his soft, warm hands caressing his body sweetly, while their lips would remain locked together in a heated kiss. It’d likely be slow at first, until the passion got to the better of both of them. Frost imagined one of Frieza’s strong hands resting onto his tail. Would he pull at it? Perhaps, but not so roughly - knowing him, he’d likely massage it first. Just barely digging his nails into the base. Before that hand would slide around his hip and between his legs…
Again, he’d likely take his time. Using a couple fingers to press against him, until his cloaca was coaxed open. He could envision Frieza gently pressing him against the tiled wall, wet bodies flush together. He’d apply just a bit more pressure to his groin. Just enough to finally help him open up, before slipping a finger inside….
“Mmm…” Frost didn’t even realize he had his eyes shut, a quiet whimper slipping past his lips as he pushed a couple fingers into his now wet, exposed cunt.
He could only imagine how it’d feel. To have Frieza’s fingers carefully stretching out his tight inner walls. To feel his soft kisses against his neck and collarbone, murmuring sweet nothings into his ear. Feeling his tail slowly intertwine with his own.
And just when he would be ready….to have Frieza turn him around, his back facing him….and gently sliding his member inside of him-
Then there was a single knock at the door - before it swung open.
“Oh, whoops. My apologies, I was just trying to see if-”
Frost froze on the spot, giving a deer in headlights look. The one staring back at him in shock was Zamasu, only wearing a single white towel around his waist. Both men were utterly silent, faces erupting in bright blush. Neither one dared say a single word. Neither one even knew what to say. But Frost saw it - he saw the subtle glimpse Zamasu made as he unconsciously glanced down. And then immediately looked away in shocked embarrassment.
He saw him - the *real* him. He knew the truth.
“....” The Kai immediately shut the door before Frost heard his hurried steps walking farther and farther away from the shower.
“Shit - Zamasu, wait! WAIT!” Frost nearly bolted out of the shower without thinking - until he remembered he was still very much exposed. And chances are, his scent would be more than noticeable if he tried to step out like *this*. “Fuck! You gotta be kidding me…!” Frost closed and *locked* the shower door, then proceeded to scrub himself down with as much soap as physically possible. Anything to cover up the scent of *arousal* he just inflicted upon himself!
After what felt like far too long, Frost hurried to wash off the soap, dried himself off with a towel, and rushed to slip back on his normal clothes. Scent blocker bands included. As he fast walked towards the main locker room, he hoped and prayed to Kami that Zamasu didn’t rat him out to the rest of the pack. They couldn’t find out! They just couldn’t! Not like this! Oh Gods, the worst of his fears wondered how Frieza would react to all this…!
However, when he finally found the others, they all seemed just as casual as they were thirty minutes ago, putting back on their normal clothes. “Oh, there you are, Frost,” Goku said, flashing a friendly smile, “you were in there awhile. Was everything alright?” he asked.
Frost blinked, scanning the other’s faces for any kind of shock, or anger, or anything that might show they knew the truth. But there was nothing of the sort. “Oh, uh….y-yeah. Yeah, it was fine. Just uh, I was enjoying the water pressure, that’s all.” Frost replied. He noticed Vegeta paused from slipping on his shirt to sniff the air, making the blue ice-jin tense. “....you used too much soap.”
…okay, good. He *only* smelled the soap. Nothing else.
“Heh. Yeah, well, I-I just didn’t want to smell.” Frost replied with a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. He scanned the group again, locating Zamasu at the end of the locker row. The Kai was just finishing up getting dressed, slipping back on his shirt and adjusting his sleeves. His expression was completely calm and neutral, as if nothing had happened. But for a brief moment, he turned his head, looking Frost right in the eye….
And held a finger to his lips, giving a small smile.
Immediately, relief washed over Frost’s mind. Zamasu hadn’t said a word. He didn’t rat him out on his most personal secret. Thank the Gods!
“Right then, where did you gentlemen want to eat? I believe there’s a few establishments within walking distance.” Frieza said, slipping his red flannel onto his shoulders so it perfectly covered him. Cell hummed in thought for a moment, rubbing his chin, before he perked up. “Oh! Didn’t that new ramen shop open just down the street? We should check that out! That sounds amazing right now!” he stated.
Both Goku and Yamcha hummed in approval, rubbing their stomachs. “Dude, that sounds awesome! I’m definitely in!” Yamcha replied, and Goku nodded in agreement. “Hell yeah! I can already taste it!” he added, licking his lips. Frost was inclined to agree - one of his favorite meals was ramen. Vegeta hardly seemed to care, but shrugged nonetheless.
With that decision made, the group made their exit from the gym and started to walk down the sidewalk, headed towards the new ramen shop. Though when Frieza became distracted having a conversation with Cell, Frost subtly stepped back towards the back of the group, until he was standing beside Zamasu.
There was a brief moment of awkward silence, neither one sure who should speak first. But eventually the silence became too much for Frost.
“L-Listen uh….*sigh* I-I know it’s gotta be really weird. What you saw. But….thank you for not telling the others. I really, really appreciate it…”
Zamasu briefly checked to make sure the others weren’t listening before he turned to Frost with a smile. “Of course. I would never blab something so personal to anyone you didn’t want to know. And, I apologize for that whole incident to begin with. I assure you, I only meant to knock on the door to see if the shower was empty, but the door swung open when I knocked on it.”
“I know, I know. That’s not your fault….I completely forgot to lock it.” And Frost could not *believe* he forgot to lock it! He was beyond lucky that it wasn’t another alpha who hadn’t just barged in on him *pleasuring* himself - or even worse, someone like Frieza caught him in the act. Talk about utterly mortifying! “Well, believe me, I won’t tell anyone else. But, I do wish to ask,” Zamasu’s smile fell into a more serious expression, “it wasn’t my intention to see anything, but….judging from what I saw, you are not…”
Frost gave a more guilty frown, rubbing his arm nervously. “Yeah…I’m not an alpha. I-I um…I’m an omega…”
“But, how can that be? Whenever you spend time with the group, I always pick up the scent of smokey ash. Is that not an alpha scent?” Zamasu inquired. Frost waited to make sure no one was looking before he took off one of his black bands from his wrist, and showed the scent blocker patches on the inside of it. “Scent blockers. I use them to cover up my real scent, and give the impression I’m an alpha. If I had no scent at all, it’d be too suspicious.”
“I suppose that’s true…” Zamasu replied, tilting his head. Though Frost quickly put the band back on before giving a pleading look to the Kai. “Look, I need you to *please* not tell *anyone*! You’re the first person in years who’s found out my secret! And I can’t have anyone else knowing - especially not any other alphas! I-I know this is all crazy! I doubt anyone else does this, but….I swear, it’s for a good reason! Just please-”
“Frost, please, calm yourself,” Zamasu insisted gently, resting a hand upon his friend’s shoulder, “you needn’t explain anything to me. While I appreciate your honesty, this is your personal business. So if you need me to keep your secret - I will gladly do so. You have my word.”
The blue ice-jin was genuinely shocked. He didn’t think it’d be that easy to convince him. He was actually expecting a lot more anger, or at least a demand for answers. “Really…you mean that?”
“Absolutely.”
Another wave of relief washed over Frost, and he let out a shaky breath, resting both hands over his chest. “Thank you….thank you, so much…”
“Of course. But, I do have just one question, if it’s not too personal,” Zamasu paused to briefly look ahead - looking right at Frieza - then back at Frost, “I’m assuming Frieza doesn’t know either. But….when do you plan to tell him? If ever?” The blue ice-jin wasn’t sure how to answer that. His gaze meandered back to his partner in front of him. His handsome, kind, understanding partner. And suddenly his heart twisted with an ugly sense of guilt.
“I….I don’t know yet.”
“....I see. Well, regardless, if there’s anything you might need from me - even if it’s just to talk - I’ll gladly be here to assist you.” Zamasu replied sincerely. Hearing that made Frost smile, giving a grateful expression to his friend. “Thank you. That’s good to know…”
“Whatcha guys chatting about back there,” Cell called back, making both men perk up, “doing a bit of girl talk~?” he asked teasingly. Zamasu chuckled before he strolled up beside his mate, hugging his arm with a smirk. “We were just discussing how *you* need to practice your tennis skills - to think you lost to Yamcha of all people. Quite sad indeed.”
“Hey! No fair, he caught me off guard with that last shot!” Cell stated defensively, causing the others to chuckle in response. “Yeah, and what was that supposed to mean?! I’m an excellent player, thank you very much!” Yamcha added with a huff. Frost took his chance to rejoin Frieza’s side, holding his hand happily. Frieza turned to him with a grin.
“Thank you for coming along with us, darling. Perhaps you can join us for these get-togethers more often.”
“Yeah….maybe I will.” Frost replied thoughtfully. He briefly glanced towards Zamasu - who looked over his shoulder and smiled back at him.
For the first time since Frost started hiding his true self - he had a friend he could confide in. He never realized just how *relieving* that was to know.