It looked like things were on the up and up, well for me at last. Frieza and his army were having a surprising amount of trouble with the current systems they've been invading. He became an outright terror to everyone else. Even Zarbon got chewed out and I swear that man is a robot with how efficient he is and his magical ability to predict Frieza's bizarre mood swings.
I was actually pretty excited that things were going badly for him. That meant it would take longer if not outright force him to skip my home planet. So I was doing a little dance in my head especially since he rarely ever took any of that stuff out on me. The bearer of that burden was any poor sod who happened to give him bad news or who happened to be breathing too close to him.
Frieza had started to treat me a little less like an object but only in that I could go to the bathroom when I wanted and stuff. I guess he figured if I was gonna try something I would have done it at this point. Which is kinda true. So I was a bit surprised when Frieza decided to drop a bomb on me.
"I'm going to be taking care of a few planets personally for the next few weeks." He said as we were curled up for sleep.
"When will we be leaving?" I asked.
"I will be leaving at the end of the week. You will be going to stay with my father." I blinked in confusion.
"What? Why can't I come with you?" Feeling more betrayed than I'd ever admit too.
Frieza sighed, "I would like to take you but it's too long of a mission for that. So I asked father and he said he would watch you while I'm gone." He waved his hand dismissively.
"How….how will that work exactly?" I asked hesitantly, not liking this plan one bit.
The last time I spent anytime around his dad he used me as bait for his sons sibling rivalry.
"For the most part it will be the same as it is now. Except you'll be temporarily owned by my father. He has other pets so you won't be the only one around. So you shouldn't expect to take the brunt of everything." He stated matter of factly.
"What about…...will I have to have sex with him?" He grip around my waist tightened a bit.
"He will be your temporary owner so outside of damaging or outright killing you he can do what he likes." Frieza's tone held quite a bit of frustration. He's not the type who likes to share.
"What…...would you be mad at me if he did?" He looked up at me thinking.
"I would be annoyed but there isn't much I can do about it. I'll be gone and you'll be doing your job. It's not like you prefer him to me."
"Of course not. I like you very much." I lied. Frieza cuddled up to me when I said that.
'Frieza seems to have some serious insecurity issues.' I stroked his domed head in a reassuring manner, 'It's odd that he's so worried about how he's seen when he's the most powerful person in at least the galaxy if not the universe.' I mused.
Not that I liked his father any better but I knew Frieza. I understood how he worked. King Cold was a whole new world of hurt I didn't want to land on. At least when Frieza was planning something it was because he had some emotion behind it, even if it was demented. Cold had me be the scapegoat and I had never even spoken to him before. His kind of cruelty is more calculated.
As the week went on he got even more clingy. The last night we were together he was especially passionate, or was it possessive. At this point I have trouble telling the difference. It's hard to say whether he would actually miss me or if he just doesn't like the idea of sharing his things.
When I woke up that morning I felt sore and gross. I was alone and took a short bath before dressing. Like clockwork the food guy was there waiting for me. After I finished up he lead me back to the hanger. I noticed Frieza's ship was gone already as I was hurried onto a much more modest vessel.
The ride there was both relieving and nerve wracking. It was nice to finally have some time to myself but I was heading into strange territory. I knew very little about his father and my previous experience with him made it difficult to come to terms with the situation.
'It's just for a few weeks. I've been with Frieza over a year and it flew by. A few weeks is nothing in comparison to that.' I thought attempting to reassure myself.
The single pilot handed me some lunch as I sat back there fuming. Thankfully by the time we arrived I was able to calm down and get a grip on the whole situation. The hanger had a few people going about but wasn't nearly as extravagantly decorated as it had been the night of the gala.
Some guy was waiting for me. With barely even a word he began to lead me down several halls. I was surprised to not be lead straight to King Cold. Instead I was put in a series of rooms that had 2 other women and a man lounging about wearing collars. Their collars had only one deep navy gem and was a lot thinner than mine.
All were very different species and they looked excited to meet me. As soon as my escort left they hustled up to me.
"So you're Frieza's pet." The woman with blue hair and teal carapace started, "I heard you looked very Saiyan like but I didn't think the looks were this similar."
She looked to be the oldest one but it was difficult to tell since she had a more insect like appearance. I blushed at being the center of attention.
"That's what I've been told." I muttered out, unsure how to feel about these new people.
"Well at least you'll get a bit of a break while your here." The man said in a chipper voice. He had strikingly large eyes and four arms.
"Yeah Frieza's dreadful, King Cold won't let him even watch his pets anymore." The second woman said. She looked very human except for her deep red skin and long white hair.
"Oh, so you'd say King Cold is easy going then?" I asked quietly.
"Yeah for the most part. He never asks a lot so if you just do what he says it's not really a problem." The four armed man answered.
"We heard about what happened at the gala. You're lucky to be alive." The older woman said. She seemed more serious than the other two.
The younger woman grabbed me by the hand and lead me to one of the very comfy couches. I was glad to see that Cold's taste extended into here. The paintings and decor gave me a breath of fresh air.
"So do you know how long you'll be staying?" The young red woman asked as the other two joined us.
"Frieza said it would be a couple of weeks." I replied, there was a pregnant silence.
"You don't talk much do you." The older woman said.
I shrugged, "I don't really have anyone to talk too besides Frieza." I looked up at them realizing I had my head down most of the time, "I don't remember seeing any of you at the gala?"
"Oh we weren't aloud. If Frieza and Cooler hadn't been there one of us might have gone but King Cold doesn't like to have us around when his sons are together." I raised an eyebrow at the mans words.
"Really? Why's that?" They gave each other a look.
"Well you know. None of them view anyone as people as it is, but they're allowed to treat us like objects. Throw that in with how much Frieza and Cooler bicker, it would have ended badly for us. You of all people should know seeing what happened." I took a deep breath as I felt the box give a shake in the distance at what the young woman said.
"You gonna be ok?" The older woman placed her hand on my shoulder to reassure me, but I felt more like pushing her away.
"I'll be fine."
"Well King Cold will want to see you soon. He should be finishing up his supper." I tensed at what the man said. "Don't worry, if you can handle Frieza this will be a cake walk." He gave me a smile to try and comfort me.
"It's just…...Frieza won't like it. He got mad because I was talking to Cooler. And he said he'd be fine with this but he said he wanted me to talk to Cooler before the gala. I just…...don't know what to do." I was gripping my dress so tightly my knuckles were turning white.
"It's gonna be ok. King Cold isn't too bad and Frieza likes his dad so he won't get nearly as mad as before. So keep your chin up, right now you just gotta focus on making King Cold happy. That's the only thing you need to worry about." The older woman was holding me as the other two looked on sympathetically.
I started to calm down, relieved to have someone to talk to about these things for once. As I composed myself I was overcome with gratitude. They didn't have to be nice to me, they could have made it worse if they wanted. But they didn't, they actually knew what I was going through and understood that there wasn't any other option but were there to support me through it.
It looks like pets stick together.
By the time I was sent for I had relaxed and we were actually having a nice talk about all the places we've visited. The walk to King Cold's room was as well decorated as the rest of the station. Though the décor made it look more like a space palace rather than a station.
'Well he is a king.' I thought as I was lead through a familiar looking large door.
Walking in hesitantly I noticed that his room had a fireplace and a lot of foliage giving the room a very binary feel. On the one side living breathing plants, on the other a raging fire ready to devour the life just across the room.
King Cold was sitting on his humongous couch reading a physical book. Unsure of what was wanted of me I quietly walked over to him.
"Come here little one, I won't bite." He closed his book as he turned to me. My nerves were even worse now than my first time with Frieza. I sat down next to him but I didn't touch him unsure of his rules.
"Such a shy little thing." Cold picked me up in his huge hands and sat me down on his thigh. Due to his sheer size I sat on his thigh like I would a very firm cushion.
"Sorry." I muttered out. His large finger lifted my face up to look at him.
"Don't be, it's cute. I can see why Frieza likes you so much. Your quiet obedience has it's charm, especially since you look like a Saiyan." He traced his nail down my neck. Running it around my collar before pulling at my dress.
"That boy is practically obsessed with that uncouth race." Knowing my cue I pulled off my dress, it was easy to ignore since I was invested in learning more about Frieza.
"Really? Frieza doesn't seem to have any interests outside of expanding the empire and playing games." I said as Cold passed me a glass of pink wine.
I took a swig as Cold spoke, "Frieza views everything as a game. Which would be fine except he never takes anything seriously and he throws a fit if he losses. He's always been a frustrating child." He was swirling around his drink as he talked.
My eyes drifted around the room knowing that staying on this topic could lead down some roads I didn't want to travel on.
"You have lovely taste. It's nice to see some paintings and sculpture to liven the space up." I observed hoping to change the subject.
"Yes almost every piece was taken from a now extinct species." He gestured around the room.
'Of course they were. Why would I expect anything different.' I thought.
"There are a few commissions but not very many." Cold wrapped his arm around my naked body.
I went through my first glass quickly since it was helping with my nerves. He started running his nails through my hair and down my back, catching them on my underwear. Feeling more comfortable due to the booze I slide down my underwear with ease as I got myself another cup.
Relaxing I cuddled up to him as he pet me. He went back to reading his book as I finished up my third glass. He was a lot warmer than Frieza but he was also much bigger. Cold wasn't wearing the armor I'm used to everyone being in. His clothing was a lot more casual, though it seemed that in general Cold wanted to appear a lot less restrained than his sons.
He must have finished whatever he was reading as he closed and set down his book. At the moment I was just enjoying how comfortably warm he was, or maybe how the booze made me feel. Looking up at him he stared down at me as he ran one of his large fingers over my lips. The booze made me more courageous than I would have normal been as I gave his finger a lick.
Cold smirked as he moved me to sit between his thick thighs. I was concerned about how this would work but decided to cross that bridge when I came to it. At the moment he was much more interested in exploring me. Which I didn't mind too much since I just had to sit there.
His hands were a lot warmer than Frieza's and he was physically more intimidating. It's one thing to know someone can snap you in half, but it's quite a different experience to feel like they can. The wine was really helping though. That lovely floating sensation really set in as I snuggled up to him.
"I don't know how you expect this to work." I said feeling more comfortable.
"Oh, and what exactly are you referring too?" He raised an eyebrow (if that's what you want to call the carapace above his eyes) with that smug look all over his face.
I take credit for not blushing, though I was already getting flushed from the wine.
"Your over twice my size and assuming it's even close to proportional than it's not gonna fit." Cold gave a chuckled and ruffled my hair.
"Well if you're so worried about my size being a problem that can fixed." He moved me off of his lap and back onto the couch.
Now whatever mood that had accumulated was completely dissipated as Cold literally caved in on himself. I wish it was like one of those Stretch Armstrongs cause that would have been a lot less creepy.
It was like he was being pulled into his own body. The worst part was the sickening cracking sound. Thankfully it ended rather quickly and he looked almost exactly like Frieza. He was almost the same height, had the same horns, the only real difference was his coloring.
'Uh this is almost as bad as the shedding skin thing.' I must have had a look on my face.
"What? Would you like it better if I went back to my normal form?" He didn't sound mad.
"No this is fine." The last thing I want to see is the reverse of whatever that was.
"So what do you think?"
"Well I wasn't expecting that. So can all of you do that?" I asked trying to get that gross snapping noise out of my head.
"Me and my sons can. Though it's mostly for safety reasons." My face scrunched up in confusion.
'The last thing I'd think was that any of them were worried about safety.'
"Why? I thought you guys were strong enough you didn't have to worry about that?" He pulled me back to him. We were almost the same height now.
"Oh it's not for us. It's for everyone else. We stay at whatever form we can while able to keep control." His hands running down my spine as he talked, "Frieza stays in this form since he can't keep his temper in check. If he was in is true form he would have no men and you would have been dead within the first week." Well that makes sense, I guess.
"What about Cooler? He looks way different from the two of you?" It was actually really nice to have a conversation with him. I mean I'm still property but I don't get the impression my questions will set him off at any moment.
"Cooler? He has more self control than even me. He gets that from his mother. Frieza got a lot of my father in him. Gets him into trouble some times."
I'm not sure whether I'm surprised or not that he actually seems to care about his kids. I could never see Frieza caring about anyone. Even if you put aside all the genocide and stuff. You just wouldn't think that these kind of people were even capable of that kind of connection.
'Does that mean Frieza could change? That is probably something I shouldn't dwell on. I have enough problems developing because of him. The last thing I need is to convince myself that there's something I can do about it.'
In an attempt to disrupt my course of thought I decided to move things forward. Laying on top of him I spread out my legs to wrap around his waist. Due to our similar height it made it easier to drift this in with some of my past partners.
He wasn't nearly as interested in me getting off. Which is fine by me. It was actually a bit of a relief that he didn't force me to orgasm. It made the whole arrangement a lot more clear and a lot more bearable. I was surprised that he had me leave when we were done. Frieza couldn't go more than a day without me sleeping with him.
Unfortunately he started changing back into his normal form as I was leaving. And yes the noises were just as bad, and I didn't dare look behind me. I had no interest in seeing what was going on back there as I hurried out the door.