Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Drabbles - Frieza ❯ Serving Frieza ( Chapter 9 )
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By: Lady Kaoru 
Vegeta serves Frieza.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.24.2006 | Updated On: 05.24.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 250 | Visits: 369 | Status: Work In Progress
Vegeta serves Frieza.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.24.2006 | Updated On: 05.24.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 250 | Visits: 369 | Status: Work In Progress
Serving Frieza
“Lord Frieza, Prince Vegeta is here.”
“Good. Leave us,” Frieza ordered. When the servants departed, he smiled down at the kneeling man. “Welcome back, Vegeta.”
“You have another mission for the Saiyans, Lord Frieza?” Vegeta asked, swallowing hard the bile of forced servitude.
“I have a job for you, my Saiyan prince,” he answered, circling Vegeta like a predator.
“I’ll have my pod prepared at once.” Vegeta rose to leave, but Frieza blocked his exit.
“You know what I mean,” Frieza said, pointing toward the door leading to the adjacent room. He licked his lips in anticipation.
Vegeta’s hands clenched. He would gladly endure a thousand battles than serve Frieza in this way. “Get one of your lap dogs to do it,” he asked. “I’m tired from training.”
“Come now, Vegeta,” Frieza cooed. “No one can do it better than you.”
Vegeta could tell by Frieza’s stance he was not going to escape this distasteful chore. With as much pride as he could muster, he strode over to the door and kicked it open. Pots and pans slammed to the stove as Vegeta prepared to serve Frieza his favorite dishes.
“Saiyans cooking!” Vegeta cursed under his breath. “It’s so degrading!”
“Lord Frieza, Prince Vegeta is here.”
“Good. Leave us,” Frieza ordered. When the servants departed, he smiled down at the kneeling man. “Welcome back, Vegeta.”
“You have another mission for the Saiyans, Lord Frieza?” Vegeta asked, swallowing hard the bile of forced servitude.
“I have a job for you, my Saiyan prince,” he answered, circling Vegeta like a predator.
“I’ll have my pod prepared at once.” Vegeta rose to leave, but Frieza blocked his exit.
“You know what I mean,” Frieza said, pointing toward the door leading to the adjacent room. He licked his lips in anticipation.
Vegeta’s hands clenched. He would gladly endure a thousand battles than serve Frieza in this way. “Get one of your lap dogs to do it,” he asked. “I’m tired from training.”
“Come now, Vegeta,” Frieza cooed. “No one can do it better than you.”
Vegeta could tell by Frieza’s stance he was not going to escape this distasteful chore. With as much pride as he could muster, he strode over to the door and kicked it open. Pots and pans slammed to the stove as Vegeta prepared to serve Frieza his favorite dishes.
“Saiyans cooking!” Vegeta cursed under his breath. “It’s so degrading!”