I walked into the dinning hall, my skin freshly scrubbed and my clothes changed. I wore some strange dress that was completely open at the sides as if the seamstress had forgotten to sew it closed. It was held in place by gold and jeweled bands around my waist, ribs and hips. Frieza sat at the head of the table, looking up as I entered.
"Come, sit," he ordered, motioning to a cushion at his feet.
"You're kidding," I said in a flat voice.
"Not in the slightest," he replied with a grin.
"I'd rather have a chair," I told him.
"That's a shame," he said.
"No," I said, crossing my arms under my breast.
"No?" he echoed, changing my simple statement into a question.
"I am not a pet, I am not a toy, I am not a play thing," I snapped. "I am a person. If you're going to kill me, then do it, but I will not be degraded." His tail flicked behind him as he gave me a sinister smile.
"I thought we discussed this, Pet," he said, the last word coming out in an almost purr.
"Yes, and you had your fun," I barked. "But I will not be made to sit at your feet like a dog." Red eyes regarded me for a moment, a horned head tilting to the side.
"You realize I have killed men for less," he told me in an amused tone.
"Then I've got nothing to lose," I replied. He laughed at this, his head falling back as his chest and shoulders shook.
"You are so amusing," he said. "Very well. Have a seat, but bring it close to me. I want my pet at my side." I sighed and moved forward, kicking the cushion away. Baby steps, I suppose. I moved a small chair near him and sunk into it, taking the glass he handed me. It was filled with a thick orange liquid that smelled sweet. I took a sip, pulling back and coughing. It was sweet, and very alcoholic. Frieza smirked at my reaction.
"Should I get my dear pet some juice instead?" he taunted. I glared and purposefully took a long swig of the drink, swallowing audibly. I regretted it instantly. The booze burned my throat and settled heavily in my empty stomach. Frieza laughed again, taking up a glass of water and handing it to me. I blushed as I sipped it, ignoring his smug expression.
"Papa, is that your wife?"
I looked up to find a small child sitting at Frieza's right. He looked almost like a miniature version of the tyrant but much cuter. I looked at said tyrant, confused.
"No, son," Frieza said. "She is my pet." The boy looked down at the table, his expression disappointed.
"Oh," he said. His eyes locked on me, red orbs studying me. I smiled and waved at him.
"Hi," I said. He blushed and turned his head away from me. I snickered at this, leaning against the table and wiggling my fingers at him when he peeked at me again.
"You're so cute," I gushed. The booze was making my tongue loose. The child blushed a darker color and I giggled.
"Eat," Frieza ordered, sliding a plate in front of me. I looked at the food before me curiously. It appeared to be some kind of meat. I poked at it childishly. It was a deep red color. I cut a small piece, popping it into my mouth. It had an interesting taste to it, almost like gamey beef. I cut the meat into small squares, eating politely. I thought of slobbering at my plate like a rapid animal just to piss Frieza off, but by the looks he was giving me, I figured that would cross a line.
"What's your name?" I asked the boy.
"He's Kuriza," Frieza said.
"He can't answer for himself?" I questioned. Frieza arched a brow at this but didn't answer. I reached for my glass and took a drink before I realized what I was doing, grimacing at the taste of alcohol.
"So, where are we going?" I asked, Frieza.
"To my home world," he said. "I need to train."
"Is it nice?" I questioned.
"Depends on your definition of 'nice'," Frieza answered, taking a sip of his own drink.
"That means 'no'," I said. Frieza smirked and handed me my wine glass.
"I think I like you drunk," he said.
"Yeah, you gonna take care of me when I get sick?" I asked smartly. Frieza arched a brow at this.
"Oh? Does my pet want to be coddled?" he teased.
"Bite me," I snapped.
"I thought you didn't want to play," Frieza shot back.
"I wasn't serious!" I snapped. "And really? In front of Kuriza! Way to scar him for life!" Frieza looked taken aback at the mention of his son, as if he had forgotten he was there. I rolled my eyes.
"You're a bad father," I said. Frieza scowled, giving me a warning look.
"Want to rephrase that, pet?" he asked. I rolled my eyes.
"Oh no, you're a great father," I said sarcastically. "I'm sure you take him to soccer practice and visit his class all the time and take him to the park." His scowl deepened but was twinged with confusion.
"I have no idea what you are on about, but I don't like your tone," he snapped. I hide my smile in my drink and turned back to my food.
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