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I found you little Frieza's lovers

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Part 2 to this one, kinda

You didn’t mean to be found out.

It just… happened.

You were in your room,

enjoying a lazy afternoon after training.

Frieza was… not training.

He was, instead, kneeling on your bed with his tongue in your cunt.

It wasn’t the first time, but it was the first since you’d officially started dating.

The first time he’d had you in your room.

The first time you’d had to muffle your noises in your pillow.

The first time you were naked from the start, no need for him to undress you, no need for that first initial rush of shame.

Frieza took advantage of this, making you come once before he so much as touched you, just to see the sight of you falling apart before he started properly.

You were just about to come a third time when the door slammed open.

“You are being reckless,” Vegeta snapped as he stormed inside, “I will not have you—”

He froze.

“—what the fuck.”

Frieza didn’t move, still lapping at your clit as if nothing had happened, eyes fixed on your face.

You slapped a hand over your mouth and shoved Frieza’s head away, scrambling for the sheets.

“D-dad,” you managed, “what are you doing here?!”

Vegeta blinked.

Stared.

Blinked again.

Frieza pulled away and wiped his mouth.

“Vegeta,” he said.

Your father did not react.

He was too busy staring at the scene.

At the open door.

At your flushed, naked boobs.

At Frieza pulling your sheets back, his fingers trailing along your inner thigh.

He blinked once more.

“GET OUT.”

You, mortified but stubborn, shot back: “Dad- WAIT-”

“NO,” Vegeta snapped. “Absolutely not. I leave ONE DIMENSIONAL TYRANT ALONE WITH YOU FOR FIVE MINUTES-”

Frieza smiled wider.

“If it makes you feel any better,” he said pleasantly, “your daughter initiated.”

Vegeta screamed.

Not yelled.

A raw, soul-deep Saiyan battle cry of anguish.

“I AM GOING TO KILL YOU,” he roared, aura flaring, “I WILL ERASE YOU FROM HISTORY-”

Frieza finally stood, smoothing himself with infuriating composure.

“Now, now,” he said. “No need to be dramatic. We were merely… spending time together.”

Vegeta pointed at him, shaking.

“YOU. OUT. NOW.”

Frieza glanced at you.

“…I’ll see you later,” he said softly, smug as hell.

Then, as he passed Vegeta, he leaned in just enough to murmur:

“Lovely room, by the way.”

He vanished.

The door slammed.

Silence.

Vegeta turned slowly to you.

You crossed your arms.

“…You didn’t knock.”

Vegeta looked like he was about to ascend into a new, rage-based form.

“I am NEVER emotionally recovering from this,” he said hoarsely.

Then he marched out.

The door slammed again.

Somewhere down the hall, you heard him yell:

“BULMA, WE NEED NEW HOUSE RULES—”

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@ultimate-percussionist

Okay, so in Spanish there's a term, "Migajero", which means someone who accepts crumbs of affection, love, time, whatever (Not literal crumbs), and is still there as an idiot for the person giving them crumbs.

I just thought about that when I read this, lol. So I came up with the word... Crumber :) Basically, "migajero" in English.

The denial

Frieza swears to himself it meant nothing. Truly. Absolutely nothing. …Then wonders why he’s replaying the memory every five minutes like a broken scouter.

He avoids looking in mirrors because every time he does, he catches his expression softening and immediately scowls at himself. “Get a hold of yourself, Frieza.”

The obsession

Meetings on his imperial shit keep getting derailed because someone mentions “Saiyans” and he automatically thinks of you instead of genocide.

His people start noticing he spaces out more often. They assume he’s plotting something horrible. He is not. He is thinking: “Why didn’t she look at me longer before leaving…?”

He starts hovering near areas where he knows you are, under the guise of “security evaluations.” He tells himself it’s strategy. It is absolutely not.

Pride vs yearning

He refuses to initiate contact, because he’s Frieza and he Would Never Beg™… but he WILL start positioning himself in your proximity like a tsundere lizard with a superiority complex.

Whenever you greet him, he acts annoyed and above it all, but his tail flicks in that tell-tale way he can’t hide.

You could sneeze in his general direction and he’d pretend not to care while secretly treasuring the interaction like a priceless relic.

The work deterioration is hilarious

His plans for Earth start getting weirdly inconsistent. One day he’s threatening to scorch it. The next he’s talking about leaving it untouched for “political reasons.”

The empire notices he’s weirdly lenient concerning anything involving Planet Earth or Saiyans. Even his soldiers whisper about it.

If anyone even hints that something might endanger you, he becomes violently efficient in shutting the threat down. Then denies it instantly. “I merely prefer competence in my ranks. Her presence is irrelevant.”

Pathetic desperation king

He tries to “test” you with comments meant to provoke a reaction, but if you ignore him, he sulks the entire day.

You catch him staring more often. He snaps his head away so fast you'd think he pulled a muscle.

Vegeta notices… oh boy

Vegeta is so tired. He can sense something is off, but he can’t figure out why Frieza is acting… benign? It terrifies him more than Frieza’s usual behavior.

The day Vegeta sees you and Frieza in the same room and Frieza’s tail does that happy flick again, he nearly passes out.

Internal meltdown

He hates that you got under his skin. He hates that he liked it. He hates that it changed him. Yet if you asked him for literally anything, even something stupid like bringing you a specific snack from another planet, he’d do it immediately, and then pretend it was “for the sake of diplomacy” or some shit.

How he’d act

Overly formal to the point of stiffness, as if he’s desperately clinging to his pride.

Slightly more agreeable around you without realizing it.

Probably tries to flaunt power, wealth, influence, anything to get even a sliver more of your attention.

If you smile at him? He needs a moment to reboot.

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Hope you liked it :)

Thank you!

(Set during the tournament of power)

When Y/N joined the battlefield under Universe 7’s flag, it wasn’t to make friends, least of all him. Frieza had mocked her from the moment she arrived, his golden form gleaming with smug amusement.

“How quaint. Another Saiyan brat who thinks she can outshine her father.”

Y/N smirked, energy flaring. “Careful, Frieza. You’re talking to royalty.”

And that was how it started, every encounter between them was a storm waiting to happen. But beneath every sneer, every snarl, there was a spark neither dared to acknowledge.

Frieza couldn’t stand how her pride mirrored Vegeta’s, except hers came wrapped in wit, fire, and an irritating beauty that haunted him. Y/N couldn’t stand that he got under her skin, every smirk, every taunt, every moment he leaned too close to whisper something infuriatingly smooth.

Their others had started to notice. “You two gonna fight or flirt?” Beerus screamed from the benches. Both had answered in perfect unison: “Fight!”

Still, the air between them only grew thicker. For a moment, they ended up separated from the rest, Frieza injured, Y/N refusing to leave him behind.

“You’re a fool if you think I need saving,” he hissed, ki flaring weakly. “And you’re delusional if you think I’ll let you die for your stupidity,” she snapped back, hauling him up by the arm.

Even wounded, Frieza couldn’t resist a dig.

“You Saiyans… always so sentimental.” he said sarcastically. “And you lizards… always so dramatic,” she retorted.

He laughed, actually laughed, low and dangerous.

“You truly are your father’s daughter.” “And yet you can’t stop staring,” she shot back.

For a split second, their eyes met, purple against fierce black and the world around them fell silent. It was there, in the tension between life and death, between pride and desire, that they realized what they’d been denying all along.

Neither would admit it, of course. By the time they returned to the others, they were back to their usual bickering, Y/N rolling her eyes, Frieza smirking like he hadn’t nearly blushed when she caught him looking.

Because that was the truth of them: two stubborn hearts too proud to say I want you, finding every excuse to fight instead.

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Can I please get HCs of Frieza (maybe one-sidedly just to inflict suffering on him) yearning HEAVILY for the same Vegeta-Daughter-Reader? (This can take place at any time you want, doesn't have to be the same multiverse as the last one) Meanwhile, reader isn't really aware (despite it becoming pretty noticeable for anybody able to consider Frieza's behavior) past the layers of hate and family history. Feel free to run wild and take this wherever you find most interesting. Wherever that is, I'm game.

Also, I think you got shadowbanned? I came back just now to re-read what you wrote for me last time, and I genuinely could not find your account via any method other than going through my browser history?? I'm not sure if I'm right as I'm pretty new to this platform, but this seems like what people described?

Thank you!

Hey!! 💜 Ah, thank you so much for checking in — that means a lot! And yeah, you’re not imagining things, something’s been weird with my account lately 😭 I’ve been trying to get it sorted with support because a bunch of random reports might’ve buried my posts, someone got it in for me and convinced their friends to pick on me as well. Super grateful you went out of your way to find me again. 🥺💕

As for the request, ohhh, I love this kind of dynamic. Frieza, of all people, catching feelings he doesn’t want to have? Delicious.

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He hates it first. The realization hits him like a toxin: that infuriating flicker of interest whenever you speak back to him, that spark of pride that’s so Saiyan. Every time you fight, he tells himself it’s just rivalry, yet his gaze lingers a little too long. “It’s pathetic,” he thinks, “how her fire reminds me of the planets I’ve burned.”

His obsession grows in silence. Frieza convinces himself it’s control... observing you, testing your limits, seeing how far your temper can stretch before it snaps. But when he finds himself admiring your precision in battle, he realizes admiration feels too close to weakness.

He keeps the façade of hatred. Every conversation drips venom, every compliment wrapped in mockery. “Your father would weep if he saw how human you’ve become,” he taunts, though what he really means is: Why do you make me remember what warmth feels like?

Others notice first. Goku side-eyes him. Even Whis tilts his head knowingly. Frieza’s words might be sharp, but the way he watches you walk away, jaw tight, eyes unfocused, betrays him.

He punishes himself for it. The emperor of the universe cannot crave the daughter of his greatest humiliation. He trains harder, lashes out more cruelly, drowning the ache in destruction. But every star he obliterates still burns with your reflection.

You, of course, don’t see it. You still treat him as the enemy, or at best, a necessary evil. His irritation at your obliviousness borders on insanity. How dare you make him feel and not even notice?

The yearning becomes reverence twisted into hate. He dreams of you, blood, light, and laughter, and wakes disgusted with himself. “Saiyans are beneath me,” he hisses, but the echo that follows sounds a lot like, except her.

If you ever looked at him kindly… even once, without scorn or anger, it would destroy him. Because Frieza’s greatest terror isn’t defeat, it’s the idea that your compassion might make him want to change.

Hope you liked it!

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Cuz like, we know reader probably knows very well at this point that Frieza is a filthy filthy Crumber for her attention, and her reaction is what will dictate what he does next - I AM SO INTERESTED IN EITHER ROUTE, like either she wants to hear him swallow his pride and say it himself, maybe she'll just make it worse by occasionally rewarding his efforts with attention - maybe she'll even elude to giving him a chance?

I looooove the other mfs reactions too, ts must be so confusing and FLOORING to them. Especially poor Vegeta, bro gave his all to escape Frieza's bullshit and now Frieza might infiltrate his bloodline🥀🥀🥀

TYSMMM!!

I've been away for long enough, but I'm still too lazy to do covers

At first, it was amusing. Then concerning. Then horrifying.

Because no one, no one, not even his own men, expected Lord Frieza, emperor of the universe, destroyer of planets, pillar of cruelty and elegance, to become…

…a crumb-seeking, attention-starved disaster over you.

Vegeta’s daughter. The ultimate forbidden fruit.

It starts with little things. He lingers too long when you talk. He stands too close. He pretends he “just happened” to be in the same room as you six times in one day.

But the worst? The crumbs.

You look at him? He lights up like someone plugged him into a generator.

You pat his shoulder? He’s ready to declare ceasefires, uprisings, galactic holidays.

Once you turned to him and said, “Good job, I guess.” He replayed it in his mind for three days like a Victorian woman rereading a love letter in a war drama.

And you make it worse.

A slow blink his way. A smirk when he tries to act composed. A single compliment every few days.

He is STARVING for it. And you? You give him just enough not to die.

A real push-and-pull: Sometimes you ignore him completely Other times you tilt your head just a bit and say, “Oh? Were you waiting for me?”

Frieza practically levitates.

There comes a moment.

Frieza stands before you, arms behind his back, tail coiled like a nervous snake.

He wants something. Attention, praise, a sign you’re interested. But you just raise a brow.

“Use your words, Lord Frieza.”

His soul leaves his body.

He swallows. Hard.

This is the emperor of the universe. The tyrant feared across galaxies. The genocidal nightmare.

And he whispers:

“…Please.”

It burns. It physically scars his pride. But he’d do worse if you asked.

Everyone else is suffering

Goku

“Hey Vegeta, are you seeing this? I think Frieza likes—” “KAKAROT SHUT THE HELL UP.”

Piccolo

Slow blinking. Doesn’t say a word. He’s just enjoying Vegeta’s pain.

Beerus

“This is entertaining. Continue.”

Whis

“Oh my, how scandalous~”

Krillin

“I don’t know if I should laugh or run.”

Vegeta wanted freedom from Frieza’s torment. He trained, he ascended, he reclaimed his pride.

And then life said: “Oops! Anyway-”

Vegeta finds out one day when he walks in on Frieza…

…fixing your collar.

Not touching you. Not flirting.

Just quietly helping fix your uniform with that gently smug expression of his.

Vegeta screams so loudly Goku hears it from space.

“NO. NO. ABSOLUTELY NOT. ABS- Y/N, STEP AWAY FROM THAT CREATURE-!”

Frieza doesn’t even turn to look at him. He just smiles with all the delicacy of a loaded gun.

“Oh Vegeta, dear prince… I might be your son-in-law someday. Behave.”

Vegeta nearly ascends out of pure stress.

Will you give him a chance?

You’re undecided… But you lean close to his ear and whisper:

“Maybe. If you ask nicely.”

He would commit war crimes to hear you say it again.

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Could I get a continuation of the Frieza x Vege-Daughter reader, maybe they can finally start officially dating since Reader's getting the pleas she wants. I know Frieza will be stoked (even if there will be the drawbacks of dating someone who is not villainous when you are a villain... who's biggest enemies are also your partner's family). Just Frieza dropping everything mid-job because Reader finally asked him out lmfao

As always feel free to add anything you wanna, I am flexible and excited to see where you take this🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

TYSM!

Frieza had been in the middle of conquering a planet.

Not metaphorically.

Literally mid-speech—hovering above a trembling civilization, finger raised, soldiers lined up behind him, the sky burning violet with energy.

“And so,” Frieza purred, “you will kneel, or you will be—”

His scouter beeped.

Once.

He froze.

The soldiers exchanged confused glances.

Frieza scowled and tapped it. The message projected into view.

Y/N: I’m already back from training. Y/N: Are you busy?

His tail flicked.

He scoffed lightly, as if unbothered.

“I am always busy,” he muttered.

Another message appeared.

Y/N: I was thinking… Y/N: Maybe we should stop dancing around this. Y/N: Would you want to go out with me? Like, officially.

Silence.

Absolute, universe-altering silence.

The planet below waited for annihilation.

Frieza stared.

Read it again.

Then again.

Then-

“…Cancel the invasion.”

Every soldier snapped to attention.

“L–Lord Frieza?” one stammered. “But you were about to-”

Frieza vanished in a flash of light.

Somewhere Else Entirely

You were leaning against a railing when he appeared in front of you, arms crossed, expression carefully neutral.

“Explain,” he said coolly.

You raised a brow, so very Vegeta’s daughter it hurt.

“Explain what?”

“You,” Frieza snapped, gesturing vaguely, “asking me out as if this is some casual whim.”

You smirked.

“It’s not casual. I just decided I was tired of you pretending you don’t want my attention.”

His eye twitched.

“I do not-”

“You drop everything when I call,” you interrupted. “You hover. You bait conversations. You look offended when I don’t notice you.”

Frieza bristled.

“That is called dignity.”

“That’s called being down bad.”

Silence.

Then he laughed, soft, sharp, delighted.

“…You really are that ape's daughter.”

He circled you slowly, tail swaying.

“You know,” he said, “dating you would be… complicated.”

You shrugged.

“My father hates you. My family has tried to kill you. I’m not a villain. You’re… you.”

“I am magnificent,” Frieza corrected.

“You’re dramatic,” you shot back. “And you want this just as much as I do.”

He stopped in front of you.

Eyes gleaming.

“I will not beg.”

You leaned closer, smug smile perfectly mirrored.

“Good,” you said. “Because I didn’t ask you to.”

Beat.

“…So?” he asked.

You crossed your arms.

“So yes. We’re dating. Officially.”

Frieza straightened instantly.

Composed. Regal.

Utterly thrilled.

“Hmph. About time,” he said, as if you were the one who’d kept him waiting.

His tail betrayed him, curling closer to your leg.

Within hours:

News spreads.

Half the galaxy panics.

Vegeta feels it in his soul and screams your name somewhere on Earth.

Goku is confused but supportive.

Frieza cancels multiple atrocities because “I have plans.”

You catch him glaring at a hologram of your family mid-meeting.

“…They are aware this is temporary, yes?” he mutters.

You grin.

“Are you?”

He pauses.

Then scoffs.

“…Don’t push your luck.”

But he stays.

Every time.

Later, as you sit beside him, Frieza glances at you sidelong.

“You realize,” he says, “this makes you my greatest weakness.”

You smirk.

“And you love that.”

He huffs.

“…I tolerate it.”

His hand, cool, careful, rests against yours.

The galaxy can wait.

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