-Authors note: This is a twin copy of my fic 'Zarbon returns home?' only featuring Captain Ginyu with a few minor changes to fit his role, as I couldn't decide which version I liked most. I LOVE THEM BOTH SOOO MUCH! Hope you like, please rate and comment :D

Ginyu – Contract Expired?

Zarbon and Dodoria had fled to the mess hall. They had both quickly made their excuses from the main observation room when they heard King Colds incoming video call, neither of them dared be within 'accidental death by a pissed of empower who can't control his powers when angry' proximity.

'What do you think it's about this time?' asked Dodoria not budging his eyes from the piece of grey sludge on his plate he was currently intently staring at.

'Beats me, he certainly isn't due for another call yet…' Zarbons heavily accented voice trailed off as he bit into an apple like fruit.

Meanwhile in the main observation room Frieza had finished his call. His tail swished dangerously and his brow furrowed in deep agitation. He took a few minutes to make sure his powers were under control, as angry as he was he didn't intend to unwillingly unleash his fury and blow up his flag ship. He walked back to the wall sized communicator and summoned for Ginyu, whom appeared on screen almost instantaneously 'Oh, so obedient…' thought Frieza.

'My Lord, what a delightfully unexpected call! How may we wish to be of service of you?' gushed the eccentric captain upon answering.

'I will be landing on planet Frieza #232 shortly, I wish you to meet me there at the earliest convenience. There is something I wish to discuss with you.'

'Of course my lord! Me and the boys will be there-'

'Ah, no, no captain. This is to be a private meeting between just me and you. Leave your squad at base, solider. Call this a… casual call' Frieza finished cutting the communications line.

Back at the Ginyu Forces base, Jeice, who had been standing out of sight to the side of the monitor flicked his hair behind his ear and looked at his captain 'Capin', what in the world do'ya think this is about?'

Ginyus expression was stoic and unmoving. 'I don't know Jeice… I don't know'

….

Within 13 hours Ginyu's pod landed on Frieza #232 and he made his way to Frieza's fortress. As Frieza himself had called this a casual call he hadn't bothered with his uniform (although of course being always ready he had a set stowed away in his pod, just in case). He exited his pod and confidently strode strait to Lord Frieza's throne room. Internally smirking as petrified foot soldiers gasped and lunged in fear out of his way at his unexpected presence.

When he reached the throne room, he buzzed to door to announce his arrival. After a few seconds Frieza remotely unlocked the door and called him in. As the captain strode in Frieza's gaze unexpectedly froze upon the captain, he looked quite different out of armour. He wore polished black shoes, tight black leather trousers and a tight black tank top- his pecks and abs quite clearly showing through the thin fabric, his huge shoulder muscles nicely framed by the dark fabric. Frieza faulted for a moment taking the sight in. Then his eyes quickly shifted to the floor as if he'd been a child caught doing something he wasn't supposed to. After a few seconds he cleared his throat and addressed the captain.

'I have received a call from father ' Frieza started 'As you know, when I became emperor and turned the Cold Force into the Frieza Force he relinquished his personal contract with you, allowing me to take over as founder of your force thus hiring you when ever I saw fit. However, he wishes to reinstate you under his rule only. To move your base onto Cold #1 and to be your sole contractor, you taking on tasks from him to keep down any uprising which transpires on his planets as he no longer wants to deal with anything personally or have the upkeep of an army….'

The works sunk in to Ginyu's mind. As much as the loyal captain had enjoyed his work with Cold before, the idea of having to live on planet and be reduced to one mans beck and call didn't sit quite right with him.

'What is… what is your view on this, my lord?' asked Ginyu, wondering if Frieza was concerned enough about the Ginyu force to potentially cause a rift with his own father.

Frieza hummed whilst his face seemed to darken with annoyance 'Well… you have provided many devoted decades of service to the Frieza Force… if you wish to step back from your duties here and work exclusively for father, I won't stop you. But I do not wish to give off the impression that I am fond of the idea either.

Ginyu nodded. 'He… he wants a response from me , my lord?'

'Yes, but do leave it until tomorrow Ginyu. I'm sure daddy will be quite full of the Moet now and will be dreadfully incoherent. I have a room set up for you, 5A. I shall speak with you on your decision in the morning.'

Ginyu dropped into a bow before leaving the throne room 'Yes Lord Frieza, and thank you for your generous hospitality'.

That night Ginyu couldn't sleep. The room was large, the facilities were more then adequate and the bed soft with layers of quilts, but his mind kept racing. After a few hours he gave up and got out of bed. He pulled on a leather jacket and opened the double doors in his room which lead outside onto a little balcony. Ginyu let out a sigh as he pulled a cigarette from the pocket and used a small ball of ki to light it, then his mind floated back to the time of his service under King Cold…

Ginyu had started his force by recruiting the best fighters he could find, the line up had changed several times now. The business idea was relatively simple, a band of mercenaries for hire but with the strength to set their sights on bigger prey such as entire planets instead of individual people. After a few years of lucrative freelance contract work they drew in the attention of King Cold. He had offered them incredibly generous pay for their services and paid for them to set up a pretty luxurious base on one of his planets. Things were pretty good, although a lot of the time Ginyu felt more like a common foot soldier as their missions for the receding king were often very few and far between. On one such dry occasion Ginyu had left base and returned to Cold #1 to train up some new foot soldiers as he feared he'd go insane with boredom, it was on this trip he first met the small emperor, Frieza.

Ginyu had been walking down one of the palace corridors when he felt a suffocating sensation come over him, it was as if the gravity had shot up and was trying to crush his body into the ground. Using his strength he straightened up and jogged towards the feeling, fearing an enemy intruder in the palace. As he ran down a short corridor he was surprised to pass a small icejin child. The child had pure white skin and deep purple biodomes, he was about the same height as Ginyus knee. The icejin had the smallest look at surprise that the man was able to stand and walk with the grounding power, whilst Ginyu was equality surprised that the icejin child was also able to move so freely. Although he didn't have time to ponder it for long as he turned the corner to be greeted with the sight of what appeared to be guards, servants, nannies and tutors all spayed out on the floor unable to move, a sweat dropped appeared on his head, then he felt the suffocating feeling suddenly lift.

Confused, Ginyu put a call out via his scouter to the general Dodoria. The 2 arranged to meet in the elite's mess, upon arriving and filling their trays with food they sat down at an empty table and Ginyu described the strange occurrence. To his surprise, the general just laughed.

'Ah sounds like you've met Prince Frieza! The kings second born. When he was born he had the same power level Price Cooler had when he was 10 galactic years old! A protégé. Although he is yet to learn how to control his obscene power, he needs to revert his forms to suppress his power like Cold, but as of yet he can't, OR more likely won't. He's been driving the staff to distraction since he was born!'

After that Ginyu saw the child infrequently. He seemed suspicious of Ginyu, he often curled up around the palaces hot water pipes in the ceilings, silently watching him. Ginyu had tried to talk to him, but it appeared the young icejin only spoke in his native tongue and had yet to learn the intergalactic standard language. Besides, the child seemed to just want to observe him, not communicate with him.

Ginyu stubbed out his cigarette on the marble railing and returned to lay on his bed, he rested his hands above his head and thought about the past years. King Cold was a great payer, but the lifestyle was more boring. Frieza wasn't quite as generous with their pay but they had excitement. The image of Frezas face appeared in Ginyus mind. He had watched the small knee high prince blossom into a grown emperor. Ginyu covered his face with his hands as he felt a wave of shame wash over him. He wasn't sure when he started crushing on the emperor, but he was ashamed of himself for having such thoughts. The first incident happened a few years ago when he'd been in his private shower room, gliding his wet hand up and down his hard cock as the hot water cascaded down his body and the steam filled the room… his legs were starting to tremble but he just couldn't find his release. Normally he'd just close his eyes and think of one of the heavily muscled soldiers aboard the ship stoking him and he'd cum in no time, but it just wasn't doing it today. Ginyu squeezed his eyes tighter and stroked his cock harder and faster… all of a sudden an image of Frieza appeared in front of him, the emperor was in his final form on his knees, his black nails dug into the captains thighs whilst his purple tongue ran up the length of Ginyus dick.. those red eyes open wide staring straight into him whilst he opened his mouth under Ginyu ready and waiting for the captains thick white seed. Ginyu came so hard he let out an involuntary shout, his legs buckled entirely and he fell to the floor, his seed coating his hand, stomach and up the shower walls. He instantly felt full of shame and guilt, he was old enough to be the emperors father. He swore to himself he would never think such a disgusting, perverse thing again… but it seemed the ageing captain finally had a weakness.

Ginyu wasn't aware he'd fallen asleep until the morning alarm woke him up. He instantly felt annoyed at himself for not coming to a decision. He got himself ready and arrived at the throne room for his audience with Frieza. There was no one but Frieza in the room, he was unusually not in his hover chair but was standing in front of the huge domed window, staring out into the universe. Ginyu cleared his throat and approached Frieza, falling into a bow when around 6ft from him. Frieza continued to stare out the window with an unreadable look on his face 'So, you have come to a decision Captain?' he asked turning round.

Ginyu faulted, suddenly unable to form any words, Frieza raised a brow in surprise. Silence and suspense filled the room. Frieza cleared his throat and prompted the captain again. After more silence the small emperor floated down and stood directly in front of the captain, scrutinising his face, he could see something in the older man's eyes, something that he himself couldn't place and something the purple skinned man wouldn't admit too. '…How are you feeling?' prompted the emperor. Ginyu flinched and after a few moments muttered something. 'What?'

'…I hate myself' Ginyu barely whispered as tears started falling from his eyes. Friezas eyes grew wide in shock.

'Why…?' Ginyu seemed to flinch, before deciding to hell with it, he'd always been forward so far in his life, it seemed pointless to stop now.

'I have… feelings for you my lord. I know it is disgusting, given our vast age gap….and…. even our genders my lord. I have been dutifully trying to suppress myself but… I fear it's affecting my ability to work around you. I want, no, I need you to tell me nothing can happen so I can progress with our working relationship and finally let go of everything else.

Frieza's eyes were huge. No one had ever wanted him, we was created to do a job in the name of his father, he was admired by many certainly, but for his strength, his ruthlessness, not actually for him. He met Ginyus gaze and floated effortlessly upwards until they were eye to eye, gazing at each other. Friezas gaze lowered to the floor and a slight blush appeared on the top of his cheeks and along his nose, making him look somewhat adorable 'I…. I must admit, captain… I have similar thoughts about you.' Frieza then seemingly remembered his pride and lifted his gaze to meet the captains, straitening out his posture. 'I have often envisioned your red eyes gazing at me as I force you to the floor underneath me by your horns… or my tail whipping you until your blood pools on the floor around us…' Friezas eyes were getting hazy with lust.

They lent in together and rough, chapped purple lips met plush velvet black ones, both felt a feeling like electricity suddenly course through their bodies. Ginyu reached out and took Friezas hands in his, lacing his fingers through Friezas. Their lips broke and they pulled apart, Frieza gracefully drifted back down onto his feet. Ginyu raised their hands- old, purple, callused fingers entwined with young, slim, white ones.

'What… what will you tell your father?' asked Ginyu, trying to calm his blushing cheeks and not to sound breathless.

Small garnet eyes melted into large ruby ones. Frieza leaned forward, his breath ghosting Ginyus neck making him shiver, he whispered 'I'll tell him, I'm too busy fucking the most amazing, supreme captain in the universe to worry about his empire and his pathetic plans to get you back' and with that he proceeded to run his tongue along Ginyus neck and jawline. Ginyu quivered at his words and at his touch, before something inside him snapped and he couldn't take the suspense anymore. He fiercely locked lips with Frieza dominating his smaller tongue with his own, reaching down he wrapped his arms around him and lifted him up, Frieza huffed a bit- he didn't like being treated like a small doll for people to move around as they pleased, but as Ginyu lifted him up and pushed him against the wall Friezas legs automatically locked between Ginyus back, pulling them together as much as possible. Frieza suddenly felt very small and delicate being held there in the captains large arms, but to his own surprise he found himself not minding it. He let out a grown as the captain bit down hard on his neck, Friezas hips bucked, feeling the captains fat hard cock pushing against his now quite wet colaca.