Hey guys, here's the chapter ya'll have been waiting for! I'm surprised I got this out! xD I don't have much to say but please give me some critique since this is my test as a writer. I hope to be an author someday soon too!
Anyway, please enjoy ^^

My Fault?
By Zaya Ayame

It seemed like minutes passed before Frieza's hand released her arm and she slunk backwards, staring at him in shock and fear. His glare never wavered as he leaned back against her door, wincing as he did so when the cuts in his back burned. She started to look down on the floor, too freaked out to look him in the face. When she tried to get up, her legs wouldn't respond and she still refused to look at him to see if he noticed her struggling.

It didn't work very well.

"You're so easily scared, human; it's amazing you can still stand to be in my presence and not feel tempted to bow at my feet."

She took in a gradual breath of air, thoroughly getting pissed at his comments. One thing she hated was losing:

Anything.

"I am not scared." She stated clearly, her voice low but loud enough for him to hear. He seemed to disregard her statement.

"Really-?" He sounded amused, his voice taking an up-beat yet sarcastic tone. "-I honestly wouldn't have thought you'd be the brave type; oh, how I am proven wrong." He gushed semi-dramatically. His tone was starting to grate on her nerves and before she knew it, she was in his face, her frown was the evidence that she was pissed.

"You're this close to be thrown off a balcony." She hissed, taking one of his arms around her neck and pulling him to his feet. To escape an argument, she changed the subject. "I've changed my mind of what to do with you." He glanced at her from his position, a scowl on his lips though his eyes shown interest.

"Throwing me off a balcony won't damage me too much, you know."

She sighed. "No, you id-"She stopped mid-sentence, thinking over her words quickly "No, I'm going to give you a bath." He shrunk away from her like she asked him to marry her.

"You?! Bathing with me?!" He exclaimed, definitely not 'ok' with a co-ed bath. She defended herself, eager to get her point clear.

"No, I'll sit on the side! I can't take a bath with you, anyway." She grumbled the last part as though remembering a sore fact. "We wouldn't fit; the tub is too small." At this, Frieza burst into laughter.

"Too small?! Hah, in my kingdom I could bathe with twenty women in my 'tub'." He spoke tub mockingly, wanting to antagonize her vocabulary. This, unfortunately for him, wasn't caught due to her surprise.

"Twenty women, you're bluffing?! Not even five women would want to bathe with you at the same time." She muttered the last part accidentally, not wanting to insult him but feeling the usual urge to burst out her opinion. This bought a bruise on her arm as he squeezed until she squeaked for him to stop painfully.

"Never insult me again!" he yelled, his voice just an octave too high for her liking. Who was this guy? She frowned when they got to the tub and felt the urge to just throw him in, turn on the shower to cold and leave him to suffer. She gently set him down, careful to avoid scrapping his injuries against something. When she reached across him to turn on the tub water, she couldn't help but ask herself why she was even here and taking care of this rude being. She felt so out of place and what he had told her about 'bathing with women' made her think he was of royalty or something; maybe a Prince.

"Watch your hands, woman!" He barked the order, growling as she moved over to grab a bar of lavender-scented soap and grazed over his chest with her arm. She gave him a glare that spoke 'Get over it!'

"Listen,-"She began, feeling peeved about the entire evening. "-I'm going to be washing your 'entire' body, so don't get upset about me touching you anymore!" She raved, putting the soap on the 'scratchy pad' and lathered it up as the water soaked him up to his sides. She leaned over to start, only to have his hand grab her wrist with the pad.

"You will do as I say, woman, and only touch me in the preferred places I tell you to touch. Never before have I had another clean me, as I am perfectly capable of doing it myself!" He went on, his conceded speech began to wear on her last aching nerves. "You should feel honored to even be near me! Mostly barely even get the chance to grovel at my feet!"

She attempted to jerk her wrist out of his but his grip was far too tight and she slipped forward. The carpet wasn't 'shower-slipless' and she got just a little too close for his liking. He backed away as far as possible and she pulled away, her arms soaked with water as he shrunk away from her. She seemed to notice something and bit down on her tongue to control what she was going to rebuttal next with. He seemed to notice her change in demeanor.

"What?"

"It doesn't matter, sorry." She muttered, quickly taking his arm from underneath the water and scrapping dry blood away. She didn't once see him wince as he simply kept his back and head firmly to the wall opposite of her, like she was the plague. It almost hurt was she not aware of the situation.

It was so unnerving, though, to have him glare at her the entire time she was washing his cuts but as she was about to confront him, his hand lashed out and took her wrist from his arm.

"It's clean; the next one."

"But I'm not do-"

"It's clean!" He commanded, his teeth baring a snarl and her eyes widened in his outburst. Her eyes looked at him strangely before she took his other arm and began to wipe away the blood. About an hour passed as she cleaned both of his arms, his legs, and his chest before the most important (in her mind) parts came and he simply refused her.

"Your face is fucking bleeding and the blood around it is caking; let me clean it!" She demanded, her hand that held the cloth coming to the side of his face. His wrist was coming up to catch hers again but this time she was prepared. She used one hand that she using as a support on the floor and grabbed his wrist, the cloth in the other hand smacking against his face. For a few seconds they just stood there, the only movement being Selina's hand moving over Frieza's face as she roughly wiped away the blood. It didn't take one minute before his other hand came up and took her cloth-wielding wrist away from his face.

"You damned insect!" His chest seemed to puff out as his grip tightened on its hold of her wrists. "You'll regret disobeying my ord-"

"Let go."

He stopped in mid-sentence and, at once, they began a glaring contest, both holding a type of loathing that seemed equally mutual. "Are you going to obey me?" He questioned, his grip becoming tighter.

"Hell no." She replied testily. His left eye began to twitch insistently, his grip now tight to the point she couldn't feel her arm. Instinctively, she tried to jerk her arm back. It didn't budge, as she might have expected it not to, and she met his eyes again.

"You haven't even realized, have you?" His voice was low as he spoke to her, every work a cold as ice. "You won't win and you won't defy me." He jerked her wrist toward him, once again in her face. "I will conquer every battle, every argument, and every damn word you say, and do you want to know why?" He gave her a mocking grin, his chest seemingly to rise again in dominance.

She couldn't speak loudly, not with the conversation (if she could call it that) in this tone; so bit her tongue and grit her teeth, grinding out her reply. "Why?"

Never thinking it was possible she felt him pull her even closer, his hand painfully gripping her skin as she could nearly feel the very presence of his lips on her ear he spoke, his voice silent to all ears but hers.

"Because you can never challenge me and ever hope to win; because I will rule over all."

When he released her she expected him to throw her away, but he didn't. It took her a second to register that he waited for her to move back. When she did it was slow, staring at every expression on his face. His breath was hot on her ear and she had no idea how he had expected her to understand with his body language. She could feel her face burn intensely. After a moment of staring, she got up.

"Fine, we're done." She spoke simply, too tired to argue and just wanting to fall asleep. He started, the water sloshing just a bit to pronounce his movement before he snorted.

"You'll be done when you get me out of here, dress my wounds, and leave me to rest in your bed." He emphasized his 'borrowing' her bed.

She turned to him, her eyes almost wild with anger. "Fine, we'll do this all your way!" She stalked towards him and knelt down, surprising him when she reached between his legs and pull the plug from the tub and was about to grab her wrist when she jumped away. "Hah, not as fast as you thought you'd be." She spoke, quickly and amused as he simply stared at her.

"Get over here and dry me off."

"No, here," She stood up, picked a random towel from the rack beside her and threw it at his face. "You're arms work fine; use them to dry yourself off." She turned around, her face still burning, but with anger. "Call me when you're done." She threw over her shoulder, not even bothering to turn back around to face him.

"Return at once, human!" He commanded, his eyes blazed with a temper. "Fuck!" He cursed, lifting his arm to snatch the towel that had fallen from his face to his chest. He wiped himself down from his arms to his chest and his head. He had a problem that he knew she didn't foresee, though. "Human female, get in here." He ordered his voice only loud enough to be heard from the apartment. He felt her steps come closer before she appeared in the door way.

"Something you need, your highness?" She induced extra sarcasm when calling him by his 'title'.

He strained to ignore the comment and continued, throwing the towel at her. "Wash my back and lower area." Her eyes widened when she caught the towel.

"You said you didn't want me to touch you-"

"Without permission! Fuck, listen female!" He raved again, making her fist begin to clench and her knuckles grow white with restraint.

She felt like beating the crap out of him, but had to keep herself in check. The guy was injured and she couldn't take it upon herself to hurt him. Just . . . do as he says for a little bit and when he goes to bed, he'll finally leave you alone. She chastised herself calmly. Walking over to him, she knelt down and reached forward to lift him up and grabbed the pad.

"I don't allow this often-."He spoke to her as she held him, his arms holding her shoulders as she twisted him around so she could get a better view of his back. "-so don't take it upon yourself to take too long."

She rolled her eyes at his conceded nature. "Don't worry; it won't take but a few minutes." She muttered her eyes about ready to collapse. She wondered why he wasn't so sleepy with all those injuries. When she finished his back, she looked down at the next area she would have to do and in nearly an instant her face was as red as a tomato. "Erm-? "

"What?"

"I can't do it." She didn't look at him in the face, turning to look at the wall. He pulled her back roughly, glaring at her as she glanced at his expression; she caught his selfish glare. "Isn't there another way?"

"I can't feel my tail or my legs; no, there isn't another goddamn way!" He yelled, refusing to blush as she did, but if she looked hard enough she could see the hint of a small pink tint on his cheeks. He didn't feel anymore comfortable than she did with the situation. She took a deep breath and with a sigh, she glanced down and began to rub away the dirt and blood on his lower area. She was surprised the first time to see that he seemed to lack a nether region but saw now that he was still as sensitive down there as anyone else was. She did want to humiliate him but not like this; it was beyond cruel, for both of them.

"I'm sorry . . . "She muttered softly, not sure if he heard her. When he seemed to grunt a reply, she took it as a response. Finally finishing up, she leaned him down backwards and scrubbed more blood from his legs. They were so cut up she was amazed she didn't ask where he got them all from out of the blue. She still felt like asking, but turned away her questions for later.

"Alright, the last is my tail; be careful." She lowered her eye brows in confusion and he continued. "It's sensitive and, even though I don't feel it, I'm not sure if it's going to move or not."

"So, what's the tail to you?"

"Keep your questions to yourself." She huffed, grabbing his shoulder and twisting him over roughly, inciting a yell of discomfort from him. "Watch it!"

"Don't be so rude and I might go lenient on you." She retorted, giving his threat back. Before he could respond, she reached for the tail and marveled at how heavy it was. She had to strain on her knees to lift it up so she could see it. When she saw it, though, her lips began to tremble at the bloody gashes and gouges he took. It almost made her want to turn away and barf in the trashcan beside her. Frieza examined it with her and gave a sigh.

"This will take a while to regenerate."

"Regenerate? You can heal yourself?" She asked, surprised that he had just told her this. He shook his head, getting a little annoyed.

"No, I can't heal myself, you idiot! I would have done that already without your help. Regeneration for my race requires a lot of time so I'll be in this state for a few days."

"-Helpless and at my mercy?" She attempted to joke around but his hateful scowl made her give a sigh. "Never mind, jeez." She muttered, putting down the towel and taking up the pad next to her. She turned on the water in the tub to hot and as she began to wipe away the blood, her head began to swim with nausea as the blood gushed freely. She closed her eyes and turned away in disgust, giving a whimper that made Frieza smirk.

"Don't like to look at blood?"

"Ugh, no-"She looked back at the tail and turned back away, her face a bit green. "-and there's a lot of it!" He rolled his eyes.

"Just finish up quickly!" She closed one eye and scrubbed quickly, the tail twitching here and there, making her squeak in surprise. He chastised her each time like she was a child and in return she flipped him off. Unfortunately for her, he understood the gesture. "Realize your place, human!"

"I'm done!" She declared her hands bloody and the water in the tub a deep tint of crimson. He raised a brow at her immediate change of subject and was about to complain but she was around the corner and running in the direction he guessed was the sink. He heard the distant sound of retching and chuckled darkly.

"Shut up!"

"Don't talk to me that way!"

"Screw you!"

"Fucking human . . . "

"I heard that!"

"I wanted you to hear!"

"Say it to my face!"

"I can't, fucking, get up!"

After the heated argument, lost by Selina, she came in and reached for his hand. Taking it begrudgingly, he was pulled up to his feet.

At least he tried to pull himself up.

Instead, because Selina didn't assure her footing, Frieza's weight pulled her forward and she fell on top of him. They both slightly held a pink tint before Selina tried to get up. She put her hands on the side of the tub and pulled herself up, leaning away from the Ex-warlord.

"My bad-"Frieza snorted, pushing her away from him as she leaned forward.

"Screw it, I'll get up myself!" He reached forward and took the sides in his hands and pulled himself, hoping his legs would respond. When he tried to move his lower limbs, nothing seemed to respond. "Fuck!" He snarled, veins throbbing as he strained to keep himself upwards. Staring, Selina began to tremble with restraint before she snapped and held him up when he looked like he was going to fall.

"Damn, you're stubborn." She muttered when he struggled against her.

"Let go!" He ordered, his hands grasping her shoulders to push her away.

"Stop, I'm gonna fa-all!" She yelled before the imbalance of weight made her tumble to the floor, Frieza following suit. The bathroom wasn't big at all, being an apartment, so the space they fell in was extremely narrow. Selina groaned, her head pounding as it bumped into the sink on the way down. She couldn't see very clearly for a few seconds until she began to recognize something heavy on top of her. She opened her eyes wider to take in what it was before it clicked.

"Help me get up, damn it!" On top of her was Frieza, his arms pinned between the sink and the door that was hanging open, fighting valiantly to get free and lift himself up. Selina tried to move, her head now being cleared enough to understand the situation at hand. However, no matter how much strength she put in trying to lift him up, she couldn't make him budge. Was he trapped that badly? Were they going to stay like this?! She flailed with her mind to come up with a solution. There had to be something that wasn't trapped or someone who could help out. She licked her lips when an idea seemed to take root.

"Try and move your tail."

"What? Why?"

"I want to know if you can move your body yet; if not, try as hard as possibly can!"

"You still didn't answer my question! Why?"

"If we don't find a way up, you can't get to bed and we'll have to stay in the position till someone finds us! When they find you-"She stopped, thinking of what could happen. She continued, urged on by his glare. "-When they find you, I don't know if they'll be as tolerant of you as I am." He raised a brow.

"And? I can simply kill them."

"Why have you not tried to kill me?"

"Because you offered your help; I don't like having to do things myself when I can get someone else to do them for me."

She stared at him in disbelief. Did he really live his life like this? The only people with this mindset were Kings or arrogant Princes, those with power and weal-

"Are you a King?"

Selina spoke before she could think again and Frieza narrowed his eyes at her in confusion. She didn't intend to say that out loud! Frieza's look of confusion turns to arrogance as he smirked, despite his situation.

"I admire your question and No, I'm not a king yet but now is not the time for stupid questions!" He hissed the last two words in her face and she turned away. He closed his eyes and she looked back up at him to see that he was concentrating. When she tried to look around him, her eyes seemed to be attracted to something slithering around behind them near the tub. Her heartbeat increased.

"What the fu-"

"Shut up!" His voice was harsh, strained as though he was annoyed. She could already tell he was annoyed anyway.

The strange appendage moved closer and she shrunk back as it came close to her face. When it came nearly centimeters from her face, her eyes started tearing up before Frieza's sigh caught her attention. He looked at her with amusement and she seemed confused.

"You wanted my tail for something, right? Well, explain your plan."

"You can move it?"

He rolled his eyes. "No, what's in front of you is a snake I'm controlling with my mind."

"Really?" She still couldn't think well so the simple question sounded serious.

He glared at her with wide eyes, almost in disbelief. "No, it's my damn tail and Yes, I can fucking move it!"

She tried to shy away from him. "Fine, damn! It's just a freakin' question!"

"It was a stupid fucking question!"

"You know what; screw you! I forgot my plan anyway!" She intended to piss him off; she didn't forget her plan.

"You wha-? How could you-!"

"You were distracting me." She said simply, staring at him evenly.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Before she could react or joke with pissing him off, the tail that was hanging above lunged forward and wrapped around her neck. Fear choked her more than the tail did and she tried to move her neck vainly to get it off. Frieza, caught up in his anger and the pleasure death, applied more and more pressure. She stopped moving her neck, now dizzy, and was trying to keep from getting her windpipe crushed. She had to say something, anything, to get him off of her but her mind couldn't function properly in her current situation. She was dying!

"Sto-"She was choked again, feeling a prick of saliva dripping down her the edge of her lip. "Please-!"

Her last response seemed to make him stop as his tail released her, her head rolling back to rest on the floor as she fought to catch her breath. She could barely hear his voice, the sound of her heart beating at what felt like ninety miles per hour pounding in her head, as he spoke to her in a low tone.

"That was your last warning; try my patience again and I won't give you a sliver of mercy." When he seemed to stop talking, her eyes looked up at him, her neck craned painfully to see his face.

"Fuck . . . you." Her head then fell backwards with a painful 'thump' as she went back to catching her breath. Though peeved, he seemed more confused.

"You're like a damn saiyan with that attitude of yours."

She glanced at him, rolling her head sideways. "What a saiyan?" She whispered, still slightly out of breath. He huffed rudely.

"I guess I shouldn't be surprised a race like yours doesn't know what saiyans are; being as isolated as you are." He cleared his throat as though he was getting ready to teach a lesson. "Saiyans are monkey-like creatures that turn into hideous apes at the sight of the full moon. They lust for a fight and are extremely bull-headed." His expression took a forlorn expression. "I eradicated many of them; their entire race, actually."

"You did what? How is that even possible?" She spoke, not at all convinced of his power. How could she? He was on top of her and unable to even move an inch.

"Nothing is impossible for the most powerful being in the universe." He spoke darkly, not at all impressed with her lack of faith in his reputation. He was actually offended that his name didn't travel out to even this planet; were they really so weak and stupid?

Selina closed her eyes, trying to ease away her headache. "Whatever you want to think, uh . . . "She paused. He glared at her in anger.

"It's pathetic that you haven't heard of me; later, human." She rolled her eyes.

"Use your tail to pull me out from under you." He gave her an unconvinced raised brow before his tail wrapped around her shoulders, the feeling of something so weirdly smooth making her shiver. In a few seconds, she popped right out from beneath him and she was able to get to her feet. Unfortunately, she couldn't feel her legs.

"Oww, fuck, fuck, fuck!" She tried not to move her legs too much, fearing the 'pins and needles' sensation that made her want to scream. He looked at her like she was on fire before she waved him off with a simple 'My freakin' leg is asleep' and beginning to pull herself to him. She grabbed his stuck shoulders and pulled, using her butt as a kind of leverage to steady herself.

He was a lot harder to pull now! Her grip almost slipped before Frieza twisted his body and he popped out. With a hiss, though, he looked down to see his leg bleeding once more. Selina moved him over, glancing at his re-opened injury and cursing under her breath before getting to her feet. The sleepy sensation was gone now, allowing her to move freely without protest.

She grasped under his arms and pulled him up, his hands grabbing her shoulders to keep support himself. She found the posture awkward, unable to move.

"Hey, let go; I'll carry you."

"Fuck no; I can carry myself fine anyway." She sucked in some breath in impending anger before she smirked and simply dropped him. He tumbled to the ground and sent her a glare.

"You can carry yourself; what happened?" She feint concern as he growled lowly at her. Who fucking growled anymore?! It was starting to freak her out.

"Female, I can kill-!"

"I get that you can kill me, fine! However-"She crossed her arms. "You need me right now." She spoke her words slowly, making him listen and catch every syllable. His glare never wavered from her head, instead only intensifying when she began to walk away. She didn't get far before one of his hands came around her ankle and dragged her to the ground. Frightened and surprised, she turned her body while her ankle was still in his grasp. Her mouth opened to yell at him but stopped, watching as he slowly picked himself up, off his own hands and knees and onto his feet.

He struggled continuously, his body trembling violently in different places that she almost had to turn away. When he finally took over his composure and got to his feet, his voice didn't reach any higher than a hiss.

"I don't need anyone." He promised darkly, cold enough to pierce her soul. She stared at him in awe and fear as he carried himself towards her and stood, looking down on her. "Remember that, human." He walked past her, Selina unable to move as he took himself to the bed.

When he got close to it, his body gave out from under him and he crumbled to the floor with a grunt. As if she was suddenly thrust into motion, her body flinched at he hit the floor and she turned around, getting up off the floor to help him.

When she got close and knelt down, about to help him get up, she hesitated, unsure of what to do. Would he allow her to help him? Her eyes seemed to soften as she gazed at his trembling body. He looked to be in so much pain.

"I'm sorry . . . "She heard herself mutter and saw his eyes open ever so slightly to look at her.

"Save it . . . Human." He forced out, his voice not as strong as it was before. Her eyes hardened when he attempted to pick himself up once more.

"No, I'm going to help-!"

"Stay back!"

She flinched backwards as he commanded and his eyes held the epitome of hatred and stubbornness.

"I don't want you even getting close to me." He lifted himself up shakily and pushed her away; it was so weak she couldn't believe he had destroyed an entire race like he said. "Just get away from me."

"Hey, I just want to-."

"No, I know what you just want to do!" He stopped her, seemingly to look like he was out of breath. "I don't want it! I don't fucking need it!" He lifted himself from the floor and grasped the bed sheet. When he finally got to his feet, using the last of his strength, he pulled himself across the bed and she could visibly see him struggling to breathe. His back, as he lay on his stomach, heaved up and down and his fists were tightly knit in her bed sheets.

After what seemed like hours that was only minutes, he turned himself and as soon as his face met with a pillow, his body seemed to shut down immediately. Her eyes looked over his form fearfully, hoping he wasn't dead. When she saw his breathing, her mind seemed to calm down and she walked over to him.

"Don't . . . "She paused, her body refusing to move as he muttered in his half-awake/half-passed out status. ". . . Don't . . . t-touch me . . . "She felt her hand clench into a fist. He must have really hated her now.

" . . . Fuck." She turned away, moving over to her closet and getting a blanket and pillow out.

She wouldn't touch him, like he requested; she couldn't, He didn't deserve anymore torture from her and she didn't want to deny an injured man's (he was a man) wishes.

She laid out the blanket and pillow, getting herself ready, and laid down on her improvised bed. She put a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on her door so the Clean-up Service wouldn't come around and no body would bother her. That would at least give her some time to think.

Her mind floated back to his actions not ten minutes ago and she found herself frown in shame at herself; she had caused him to reject her help and cause himself more pain than necessary. She closed her eyes and swallowed, willing away tears of anger at herself. It had been a long time since she cried; since her father had died.

"I'm so fucking stupid . . . "She huffed, not realizing that her voice choked and she turned around on her side. She fell asleep after a few minutes of keeping her emotions under control.

What would the morning be like?

I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter; please be sure to review and tell me what you think of it (remember, this is a test for me! ^^). Next week is T.A.K.S. Week so I may not be able to bring out the next chapter so soon. I'm surprised I got this one out so quickly! xD

I love you guys too much! =D Safe night to you all and I'll try to update soon ^^