*Well, I guess this fic is longer than I thought it would be. Oh well ^_^ Please review*

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Zarbon stared up at the regeneration tank - at Vegeta. He smirked. Baka. As if he could defeat HIM. That kid was way too overconfident - a quality which all saiyans seemed to possess. Nappa and Raditz weren't much different.
If only Vegeta didn't know where the five star dragonball was... the maybe Zarbon would've been allowed to leave Vegeta there. But it was weird, though... Vegeta was probably the least favourite of Frieza's minions, but yet he was the only one Zarbon had even started to tell his secret to. Frieza still didn't know... whatever came over him that evening all those years ago hadn't come again. He'd always been too afraid, as always.
But soon... Frieza would be immortal, right? Then Zarbon would have every chance to tell him. True, Zarbon would still die someday, but Frieza wouldn't. Zarbon knew how to take care of himself. He wasn't about to get killed. And he wasn't stupid. He'd know when he was... "running out of time."
But still... he didn't want to wait until he was an old, dying man to tell Frieza. He wanted to tell him soon. Today. Now. Just like he'd wanted to tell him yesterday. And the day before that, and the day before that. For as far back as he could remember he'd wanted to just shout it at the top of his lungs.
For over ten years Zarbon had wanted to tell him... such a long time. How can you feel so desperate to tell and not for so many years? It annoyed him that the only person that stood a chance of even figuring out this secret was that baka saiyan that slept in front of him. Vegeta...
Of course, Vegeta hadn't figured it out yet. Hadn't even tried to since those few minutes when he was a teenager. Still, why should he? Not his problem. And none of his business. Vegeta didn't need to know, and Zarbon regretted even thinking of telling him in the first place. And asking for advice?! What was he thinking?!

Zarbon heard the sound of footsteps approaching. He turned his head, and saw Frieza.
"He's still recovering?" Frieza sighed. "Just what did you do to him?"
"He started it." Zarbon mumbled. Frieza chuckled.
"Is that your best excuse? "He" didn't even say that when he was a kid."
"..." Zarbon reddened. "He started it" ? Oh, come on! Act your age, baka!
"It would be so much easier if I could read his mind." Frieza said as he approached the regeneration tank. "Then I could just give him to you. Or dispose of him myself."
"Sir?" Zarbon looked at him.
"If he's going to rebel like that he's no good to me. A shame, though. He's been here since he was a little kid and just look how he's turned out." Frieza seemed a little disappointed, although Zarbon couldn't tell if it was disappointment at losing a good warrior, or losing Vegeta himself. But he'd guess it was the first option.
"Listen, tell me when he's done, okay?" Frieza said.
"Sure." Zarbon nodded. "Yes sir."
Frieza left the room.

Zarbon sighed, and sat down. He stayed like that for a while, and looked back up at Vegeta. He frowned.
"Some help you turned out to be. I bet you still don't know what I mean."
Okay, Vegeta couldn't hear him. That didn't bother Zarbon. He just wanted to say it.
Zarbon frowned. Weird. He just got a bad feeling. Like something was going to happen. He felt like he soul tell Frieza now. Now? Why now? There was nothing that could stop him from getting another chance.
"Tell him. You have to." the voice inside his head ordered. Wow. He hadn't heard that voice for a while. How many years now? But why was it so urgent? No. It couldn't be. But...

Zarbon got up, and exited the room. He searched the ship for a short while, and found Frieza. Zarbon entered the room. Frieza looked at him.
"Is Vegeta awake?"
"Not yet, sir." Zarbon told him.
"Huh?" Frieza gave him a puzzled look. "Then what's wrong?"
"Er..." Zarbon stared at him. "I... I mean, um..." his throat tightened as he gazed at Frieza, and his nerves vanished. Zarbon sighed.
"Nothing, sir..." he mumbled. "I'll go check on Vegeta." with that, he left the room. Frieza watched him leave, frowning in confusion.
"Zarbon...?"

Zarbon slapped himself on the head as he made his way down the corridor. Moron! You just made a fool of yourself!
Why did you even do that anyway? It's not urgent, right?
Zarbon shook his head. No. Not urgent. He could still tell him later. Tomorrow. The day after. Whenever, right? There would always be another chance.

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Zarbon had never felt pain like this in his entire life. He could feel Vegeta's hand inside him. Killing him slowly and painfully. He tried desperately to breath in the air, but was in too much pain to do so. As he felt his strength go, he realized the cold truth. He'd never get another chance. Zarbon looked at Vegeta, whose once child - like and harmless face glared at him. Paying him back for all those beatings. They'd just gotten worse since Vegeta was a teenager. Zarbon and Frieza - Frieza especially - had made a hobby of smacking the saiyan. Punching him, kicking him. Everything Zarbon regretted now. How could he tell him? He felt the tears start to spill from his eyes. There was no way - wait... maybe... oh, that was stupid! But if there was a chance that...
"Vegeta...." Zarbon choked out.
"Spare it, Zarbon. You know you're as good as dead!" Vegeta snapped.
"... Tell him..."
"... Huh?" Vegeta looked at him.
"Tell him... you have... to..." Zarbon tried one more time to break away from the saiyan, but failed. He wished Vegeta would just finish him now, and at the same time he wished he wouldn't, so he could tell Frieza. Well... Vegeta was his only hope. Please...
"... Sure, whatever." Vegeta didn't have a clue what he was on about. Realising this, more tears escaped from Zarbon's eyes as he was blasted to pieces.

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"Please, no more. Save your strength." Goku pleaded as Vegeta lay, getting weaker by the second, just like Zarbon had. Zarbon. Vegeta's mind wandered to those last words of his. "Tell him" ? What did that mean?
Then, out of the blue, a memory of when he was a teenager came to him. Zarbon had acted weird. Vegeta remembered how he'd thought Zarbon had a girlfriend. No. It couldn't have been. Zarbon didn't care for girls, it was obvious.
Tell him..... who, Frieza? Tell him what? Wait... Zarbon had asked for advice on love... maybe... geez, it must be! Vegeta knew he only had seconds left. Well? What are you going to do? Ah, might as well. Give him a shock. Vegeta built up some of his remaining strength, and spoke.
"Frieza.... Zarbon wanted me to give you a message..."
Zarbon?" Frieza seemed interested now.
"Zarbon... he loved you."
"Huh?!?!" Frieza gasped. His moved from his calm pose and ran over to Vegeta. Desperately, he knelt down beside him.
"Zarbon said that?!"
"Ha ha..." Vegeta smirked at Frieza's expression, and slipped away.
"Wait - Vegeta!" Frieza persisted. Too late. Vegeta was already gone. He slammed his fist against the ground.
"Damn!"

"Vegeta..." Goku said weakly. Frieza realized that Goku was still there. He looked up at the saiyan, and glared at him. He smirked.
"Well, what are you standing there for? Are you going to bury him or avenge him? Or would you prefer to just stand and look at him?"
"Vegeta..." Goku knelt down beside the prince. Frieza stood up and stepped away, allowing Goku to bury him. He said a few words, too. Did all saiyans rant on for hours on end or was it just these two? Ah, he'll be joining Vegeta in a minute. Let him do this.
To anyone watching this scene it would have seemed like Frieza had enough respect to let Goku do this. But the truth was, he was busy thinking about Vegeta's words. Zarbon... was that true? Frieza knew it was possible, but he'd never noticed... But maybe Zarbon just hid it well... Yeah, right. You didn't notice because you never paid attention to anyone but yourself. Well, now you'll never know.
"It's true!" Goku's voice interrupted his thoughts. Smirking, Frieza listened.
"Vegeta's right. You have no honor."
Ah, shaddap! "FOR him! And for everyone else you've destroyed!!" Goku clenched his fist. "I am going to finish you!!"
"We'll see about that, won't we?" Frieza replied. As confident as always.

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Frieza walked down the corridor of his ship. Finally, those doctors let him walk without having a bodyguard beside him. Bastard saiyan. Look at me now! I look like a robot!
Well... he half was robot. Most of his body was metal. It would take a year at least to heal back to his usual self - maybe two. That saiyan would pay.

Frieza stopped outside a room. The door was slightly open. Frieza knew whose room this was. Zarbon's room. Should he go in? It'd be kinda creepy going in there after...
Well..... okay. Just for a second.
Frieza entered the room slowly. He looked around. Frieza had never seen this room before. Zarbon had decorated it. The walls were a pale purple. The quit was dark purple. There were a few units and a door which led to the bathroom. On the dresser was a mirror and some brushes.
There was a draw on one of the units that was slightly open. Frieza knew he shouldn't, but he went over and looked in the drawer anyway. Inside there was a book. Nothing else. Just a plain black book. A dairy? Zarbon didn't keep a dairy, did he?
Frieza picked it up, and opened it. No. Not a diary. Were these poems? There weren't many, hardly any of the book had been used. Well, Zarbon wasn't really the writing type. Frieza sat on the bed, and started to read the poem on the first page. It was written in Zarbon's language. Zacrimanian. Which, fortunately, Frieza could speak.

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Would You Mind

Seeing you standing there
Sometimes...
I just stop and stare
Frozen by you
What's a guy to do?

Sometimes I'm so ashamed
But most of the time
I'm just really shy
Would you mind
If I said I loved you?

Every day I manage
To control my emotions
Well... I try
But I still can't get rid of
What I'm feeling inside

Yeah yeah, I don't really
Seem like the loving type
But what you see
is only half of me
Who am I meant to be?

Sometimes I'm so afraid
Wondering what would happen
If I opened up to you
But would you mind
If I asked to just hold your hand?

I manage to not drown
In your ruby eyes
But I can't look into them
For too long in case
I lose control of my mind

Sometimes I'm afraid, I'm ashamed
What am I meant to do?
Would you mind if I held your hand?
Or drowned in your eyes?
Or would you just get angry?

Would you mind if I told you
My deepest secret?
My darkest and greatest feeling?
Would you reject me
Like I'm afraid you might?

Would you mind
If I just told you
What I'm feeling inside
What would you do if I told you
That I loved you?

I love you
I love you

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Frieza swallowed. Was this written for him? He turned to the next page. A song.

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Just like a Dream

How I long to look into your eyes
And just drown in them
Just stay there
And melt in them

And how I long to tell you what I feel inside
Just open up to you
Tell you exactly how
I feel about you

But I know that if that moment
Was ever given to me
It would just be a moment
I would be just like a dream

I had a dream last night
You were there, I saw your face
You and me together forever
But then I woke up and it faded away

I long to tell you
Just put my emotion into words
But I know it could never be
Because it's all just a dream

My love for you is true
But I know we will never be
Even if I just had a moment
It would only be like a dream

My love for you is true
And it will forever be
But I know just a moment with you
Would only be a dream

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Frieza closed the book. He knew it. They weren't just random pieces of script. Zarbon didn't write. He'd written these for him.
"Zarbon..." a tear rolled down Frieza's cheek. He'd never felt pain like this. Not in his whole nice. It had always been physical pain. Not the kind that attacked your heart. Frieza knew he was crying. Crying for Zarbon. The tears rolled down his left cheek, and the cold metal on the right hand side of his face. If only he'd known sooner... no. If only he'd said something sooner. But he'd been afraid. Afraid that if Zarbon didn't feel the same way, he'd resign and leave. Frieza had just wanted to see him. He'd rather have kept quiet and stay with Zarbon, than tell him and risk losing him. But how he'd wanted to tell...
Frieza looked down at the book in his hands. He gripped it tightly, and held it to his chest. He closed his eyes.
"Zarbon..." he whispered. "I loved you, too."