Deeply Unserious Indiviual

— He does not tolerate much pda. He has a reputation to uphold, and his sweet mate hanging off his arm paints a far less intimidating picture of the self-proclaimed emperor. Unfortunately, his tail doesn’t seem to get the memo, as it’s always draped over your lap or coiled around your wrist, waist, or ankle when you’re near.

— It takes time for Frieza to see you as a person instead of a possession, but you grow on him (like a tumor). He is unused to garnering a relationship that doesn’t revolve around fear and submission.

— Frieza is keen to remind you that you only live because he allows it, but you both know better. He does not keep people around for no reason, and his mass culling of lower-ranked peons is proof of that. 

— You’re at his side because he wants you there, even if he’ll never admit to that.

— You are adored and righteously feared by the Frieza Force. Their leader is in a better mood when you’re around but if he hears of anyone treating you less than worshipful, they know they’ll be reduced to a crimson spatter for the servants to scrape off the walls.

— You’d think Frieza would be stiff or scoff at the idea of physical affection, but you have one very important advantage over his instinct to recoil: you’re warm-blooded. Which might seem insignificant to you, but to a cold-blooded ice-jin? irresistible. 

— He is drawn into your orbit by your body heat, subconsciously standing closer than he intends. When you lay down to rest for night cycle, he is inseparable from you. Anyone who interrupts this nightly ritual of aggressive cuddling will be obliterated on the spot, and I mean literally reduced to a pile of smoking soot in the doorway.

— You make trips back to his home planet every now and then, walking down the crystalline, frozen beaches and attending political balls to talk shit about everybody there.

— Frieza does not share. Once you are ‘mated,’ you are his just as he is only yours. Though his father had many concubines, he is a one-partner frost demon. He is easily made jealous, and doing so intentionally is a dangerous game for you and your conspirators. 

— He’ll gripe that your flowery words make him want to vomit, pretending to be annoyed when you say something profound, but if you squint you can see his face turning red.

— You know you’re locked in when he starts addressing you as his empress <3

— Reunions and get-togethers with the Z Fighters are like Jerry Springer episodes 😔 Please never bring your man to the function again.