It seems that Frieza's a bit anal. He operates on a set schedule. Every day he eats at the same time and has meetings like clockwork. The only real difference is the level of violence.

My first day must have been a light one since in the past 2 weeks I've been here he kills on average 3 people a day. I'm sad to say that I'm actually becoming pretty numb to all the death and gore.

However I did find the predictability of Frieza to be very cathartic. The set routine of it all made it easy for me to adapt to my new fucked up life. I was also very grateful that besides the first night he appeared completely uninterested in me in the sexual department.

'Maybe he was more curious than anything. I mean he looks reptilian for all I know he has a cloaca. Uh gross.' I must have made a face cause Frieza gave me a pleased look.

It was in my third week that our cohabitation hit a speed bump. Frieza woke me up as he flew off the bed as if he got bite by something. Lethargically I sat up confused as to what got him in a tizzy.

"What in the world is that smell?" He demanded with a disgusted look directed right at me.

Shrugging since I didn't smell anything I stretched to help wake up and only then did I notice that I felt wet.

'Aw shit.'

Flinging the covers away and lifting up my nightdress there was a dark stain forming on my underwear that had seeped into the sheets.

"Are you wounded? Why does it smell so bad?" For once it was me to give him a condescending look that he didn't seem to appreciate.

"My menstrual cycle has begun. I will bleed for several days as my body sheds the lining of my uterus." The horrified look on his face gave me way more pleasure than it should have.

There was a huge smile on my face as I watched his expressions shift from horrified to disgust.

"Is there anyway to stop it?" He asked.

"Well if I were to get pregnant it would stop till the baby was born. But there isn't really a way to stop it. Some birth controls can make them less frequent but they still happen."

"You will have to stay in here till it's over. It makes you smell like death and it's most intolerable." I raised a brow at that as he hurried out the door.

Now confined to Frieza's quarters I was left alone for the entire day. After I was given breakfast a group of servants came in to change the sheets and clean the room. I spent some time in the tub just gratified at not being pawed at as the warm water helped to sooth my cramps.

Frieza must either not have trusted what I said or he wanted to see if anything could be done about it since he sent in one of the doctors after lunch. He examined me before calling Frieza on his scouter to report to him. It looks like he wasn't going to do anything about it other than give me some stuff to take care of the mess and to lessen the nonexistent smell. When Frieza came in that night he wouldn't let me sleep on the bed.

"I won't be able to sleep with that smell in my bed."

I would be lying if I wasn't happy to be sleeping on my own, even if it was on the couch. However the next night he had me back in the bed.

"You've spoiled me with your heat. It's hard to sleep without your warmth." Which would have come across as almost sweet if it wasn't so literal.

Since he was reptilian he doesn't produce his own body heat so he has made me his living blanket. Once my period was over he went back to his smothering, conceited self. And this was how it was for the next few months.

I would be constantly around him until I hit my period than I would be banished to his room for several days. What was bothering me was that I was starting to like it. I found myself cuddling up to him in bed without him forcing me. During his meetings I slowly started climbing into his lap myself.

The worst part of all is that I know I shouldn't get attached to him. But it was so hard to force myself not too. He was the only one I got physical contact with. I was never the kind of person who hugged everyone they knew but I had pets, friends, and family so being lonely was never an issue for me.

But now I'm the only one here. I was only really allowed to talk to him. When we were alone he would talk to me very patronizingly, but still it was some kind of communication.

What made it so difficult to deal with was that he knows what he's doing. Pulling him close to me in bed I can feel the smirk on his face and I'm half tempted to shove him away. The self satisfied look he gives me when I climb onto his lap during his meetings. To do it is degrading but I needed it. Someone to latch onto in this fucked up place. It just happened to be the person who made it that way.

The wall I had built to block myself from my emotions began to crack. Ice formed around it, making it expand and shrink as it wanted. Some of the last things I'd ever thought I would feel towards him started to creep out of the fractures the ice had made. I was slowly spiraling into an atrocious dependance on him. Which only grew worse with each passing day.

That is till about month 4 when his already short and spontaneous fuze appeared to outright vanish. The amount of people he killed grew with each day and his tail would thrash about in his constant rage. Terrified I tried to stay out of his way.

However he wouldn't let me. Forced to sit on his infuriated lap just waiting for when his anger gets directed at me was terrifying. On about the second week of this steadily growing rage we went to his room with him ripping off his armor, clawing at his own skin. Mortified at what was happening I stood to the side for several moments. When he didn't stop my fear grew to worry.

'He could really hurt himself if he keeps this up.' The roll of disgust over my concern over him was deplorably small.

Cautiously approaching him I reached up where he was clawing at his back. He tensed but stopped his assault. As I felt his back I couldn't help but notice it felt dry and kinda stiff. Working my fingers down the line of his spine, he slumped over relaxing into my touch.

It was when I reached the top of his tail that I felt the crack in his skin. Giving it a tentative poke I felt it spread up the rest of his back. The sickening noise it made was only worsened by his groan of relief. I'm glad I was behind him cause I would not have been able to suppress the disgusted look on my face.

My fingers slipped into the crack and started to pull at the dry layer of skin. The skin underneath was moist and soft as it separated from it's upper layer. Frieza was practically moaning with relief as I helped him shed his skin. Once I got his back peeled away he was thankfully able to do the rest himself.

He slid out of it with a revolting wet cracking sound. As he was finished there was a creepy pale husk left sitting there like a cicada shell on a tree. Frieza stretched out and looked better than he had in weeks. When Frieza turned to me he gave my disgusted face an annoyed look.

"Now we're even." I started, "We both do something the other finds absolutely nauseating."

He chuckled before heading to the bath. I gave his leavings a wide birth as I followed. Thankfully it was gone by the time we left the bathroom. It was after this that things got even worse. As it grew closer to 6 straight months with him I started to have rampant sex dreams. I would wake up horny as hell with him clinging to me still asleep.

My eyes started to follow him more as I noticed things that I really wished I didn't. Like how soft and beautiful his hands were. Or how his tail would tighten around me when he was pent up or when he would cuddle with me. I found myself becoming aroused from the contact I used to be repulsed by. My body would drift towards him as I would start stroking his hands or arms. It was starting to take over all of my thoughts.

One day while Frieza was having private conference with Vegeta. I sat on my pillow in his throne room with Zarbon. For the most part Zarbon out right ignored me and behaved as if he had no interest in me at all.

"You seem to be doing well for yourself." Zarbon suddenly said making me jump.

He had never started a conversation before.

"What makes you say that?" I asked genuinely curious.

"You're alive." My brow wrinkled in confusion.

"So? Frieza's said he had pets before."

"Not one's who've lived nearly as long as you have."

"What? That's ridiculous. Why?" I said baffled.

Zarbon turned away from his screen to look at me.

"Most of his pets don't last more than a month because they either try to kill him, try to escape, or start flirting with someone else. You my dear haven't done any of those things." He paused as something on his tablet drew his attention.

"The longest I've seen anyone last was till his molting phase and they had a very brutal death when the mouthiness they normally got away with enraged him. You are an oddity."

I wasn't sure how to take this. None of those things ever occurred to me.

"So why are you so complacent?" Zarbon asked curiously.

I shrugged. "I don't know, it just seems stupid to fight a force I cannot beat."

"So you aren't angry that he plans on destroying your entire race?"

My fingers dug into my skirt. Frieza hadn't mentioned that in months, making it easy to push into the back of my mind.

"I mean there's nothing I can do about it. And to be honest it would be kind of a mercy. We've been slowly killing ourselves and our planet for centuries. It would be humane to put us down before we destroyed ourselves. An enemy who would eradicate us is better than a slow self fulfilling demise." Zarbon didn't respond quickly.

I started to think he was done talking to me as several minutes passed.

"I think I see what it is. You two are a lot alike." Frieza entered from his office as Vegeta walked off, furious as always.

My mind had completely frozen.

'You two are a lot alike.'

'You two are a lot alike.'

"YOU 2 are a LOT ALIKE.'

I barely even registered the rest of the day passing by.

'We are NOT ALIKE. There isn't one thing we have in common. Why would he say that?' For the first time in months I wanted to cry.

As we went to bed that night with Frieza sprawled out on top of me I began to cry for the first time since I was kidnapped.

I wasn't a person anymore.

I didn't have rights.

Hell I couldn't even go to the bathroom without permission.

'AND HE SAYS I'M LIKE HIM.'

'What if he's right? What if we are are alike?'

'No we can't be alike. I'm not a bad person.'

My chest shook with my sobs as the levee broke releasing the waves of emotions I've had bottled up for months. I couldn't hold back the noise. I didn't WANT to hold it back. Frieza woke up groggy as he sat up to see me sobbing for the first time since he has owned me.

"What's the matter?" He asked sleepily.

"I'M NOT A BAD PERSON. I haven't done anything wrong." I managed to squeeze out between my weeping.

"What? Who said you were bad? There is no reason for you to think that." He pulled me into his chest, allowing me to weep into him.

My tears and snot poured out as I felt all the sadness, all of the shame I had forced back for months. I allowed the knowledge of my isolation to really hit me. Frieza was holding me as one hand was rubbing my back. Realizing what he was doing and what he just said my crying began to die down. Once I had stopped I pulled away my face flushed and swollen from my tears. He reached up and stroked the side of my wet face.

"Now there is no reason for you think that about yourself. Like you said you've done nothing wrong." It was all I wanted. Confirmation that I wasn't like him. It was practically coming right out of his mouth.

"Really you think so?" I said with my stuffed up nose.

"I know so. Now come here." He put my head back into his chest.

Laying on him for once with his arms around me, reassuring me that I wasn't alone. I had dug my own grave, and Frieza was helping to bury me in it.