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The training deck of Frieza’s ship rang with the clang of metal boots and the hum of rising scouter frequencies. The Ginyu Force had just finished a grueling dancing simulation, each member panting from the strain, except Ginyu.

The captain stood tall, barely breaking a sweat. “Pathetic!” he barked, voice booming through the chamber. “If you maggots can’t handle this, how do you expect to survive a real fight?”

Jeice groaned. “C’mon, Cap, cut us some slack! You’ve been crankin’ up the gravity settings like you’re tryin’ to kill us!”

“Exactly,” Ginyu said with a grin, stretching his neck. “That’s the point.”

Before he could issue another round of orders, the blast door hissed open, and in stepped you.

You didn’t walk in so much as stalk, tail flicking lazily, your fanged grin daring anyone to question your presence. Your armor was scuffed, your eyes glowed faintly, and there was something in the way you carried yourself, that dangerous mix of grace and bloodlust, that made even Burter pause mid-stretch.

Ginyu’s scouter beeped. “Huh. Power level… suppressed?” he muttered, intrigued.

You tilted your head. “Training session, hm?” you purred, voice sweet but with a blade’s edge. “Mind if I cut in?”

“Depends,” Ginyu said, smirking. “You any good, sweetheart?”

You didn’t answer. Instead, you were suddenly there, faster than he expected, your leg hooking around his neck in a blur of motion. Before he could react, you twisted your body, locking his head between your thighs and flipping him to the floor.

The impact shook the deck.

“Wha— Captain?!” Jeice yelped.

“Is he choking?” Guldo gasped, his eyes wide.

Ginyu clawed at your thigh, muscles straining, but your hold was iron. You leaned forward, your hair brushing his face, your voice low and teasing. “What’s wrong? Thought you liked a little challenge.”

He tried to growl, but all that came out was a strained sound, half amusement, half suffocation.

Then, as his vision began to blur, you released him with a smirk, standing gracefully while he rolled onto his side, gasping for air.

You brushed imaginary dust from your armor. “Fun warm-up,” you said. “But I’ve got a mission. Maybe next time, you’ll last longer.”

As you turned to leave, Ginyu sat up, chest heaving, watching the sway of your tail as you exited the room. The others crowded around him.

“Cap, you okay?” Jeice asked, trying not to laugh.

“Do you-” Guldo snorted, “-need a med unit or a hug?”

But Ginyu didn’t answer. His eyes were still fixed on the door. A slow, dangerous grin crept across his bruised face.

“That…” he rasped, still catching his breath, “…was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.”

Recoome blinked. “You mean-”

“Shut up,” Ginyu growled, standing and cracking his neck. “Find out who she is. I want to train with her someday.”

And for the first time in a long while, the captain of the Ginyu Force felt something more dangerous than battlelust. He wanted her.

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