Goku and Beerus are now in a relationship.
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This could change if you 🫵 give me stones and make sure to COMMENT aswell so l know there is still someone out there
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Frieza reclined against the silk pillows of the throne bed, his wine-red suit jacket discarded somewhere on the floor, shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest.
His breathing was steady — almost lazy — as the last pulses of pleasure faded from his body.
Yasaka knelt between his spread thighs giving him that Hawk Tuah.
golden tails swaying gently behind her, lips still glistening from the devotion she had just poured into him.
She slowly pulled back, tongue flicking out to clean the final drop from the tip before pressing a soft, reverent kiss to the head.
Her red eyes lifted to meet his — pupils blown wide, cheeks flushed, a mix of worship and lingering hunger in her gaze.
Frieza watched her for a long moment — silent, assessing — one hand idly stroking through her silken blonde hair.
"You've been… thorough," he murmured, voice low and rich with dark satisfaction.
Yasaka's ears twitched at the praise. She shifted forward slightly, resting her cheek against his thigh, one hand tracing lazy circles on his hip.
"My lord…" she whispered, voice husky from use. "Did I please you?"
Frieza's lips curved — small, almost tender, but with that ever-present edge of danger.
"You swallowed every drop like it was your purpose."
He reached down — thumb brushing the corner of her mouth, wiping away a stray trace of his release.
"It was."
Yasaka shivered at the touch, tails curling tighter around his legs.
"I wanted to… taste all of you," she admitted, voice barely above a breath. "Every part. I've waited centuries for this… for someone worthy."
Frieza's chuckle was low — dark — vibrating through his chest.
"Centuries without a man, and you choose the one who could erase your entire world with a thought."
He tilted her chin up — forcing her to meet his gaze.
"How Bold of you."
Yasaka's breath hitched — eyes shimmering.
"I didn't choose," she said softly.
"My body… my instincts… they chose for me the moment you stepped onto my soil. Your aura… your presence… it woke something I thought was dead."
She pressed her lips to the inside of his thigh — a gentle, adoring kiss.
Frieza's hand slid into her hair — fingers tangling possessively, tugging just enough to make her gasp.
"And you surrendered so beautifully."
He leaned down — lips brushing her forehead in a mockery of affection.
"Did it feel good, Yasaka? To kneel for me? To taste me? To know you belong to me now?"
Yasaka whimpered — nodding, cheeks burning.
"Yes… gods, yes. It felt… right."
She nuzzled against his thigh, voice trembling.
"I've never felt so… full. So owned."
Frieza's smile sharpened.
"You'll feel it again."
He released her hair — letting her rest her head on his leg.
"But not yet."
Yasaka's ears drooped slightly — disappointment flickering across her face.
Frieza traced a finger along her jaw — slow, teasing.
"I have some days before a powerfull 'Manchild' arrives."
His tone turned colder — amused.
"And I intend to spend them… productively."
He lifted her chin once more — thumb brushing her swollen lower lip.
"You will wait for me."
Yasaka's eyes shimmered — obedience and longing warring within them.
"Yes, my lord."
Frieza stood — suit materializing perfectly around him once more, every button fastening itself.
He looked down at her — kneeling, flushed, marked by him.
"Be good while I'm gone."
Yasaka bowed her head — tails curling submissively around her body.
"I will."
Frieza raised two fingers to his forehead.
Space folded.
Instant Transmission.
He vanished.
Yasaka remained on her knees — lips tingling, body still humming with the taste of him, the feel of him.
She pressed a hand to her stomach — feeling the lingering warmth inside her.
And she smiled — small, secret, devoted.
The queen of the Nine Tailed Clans waited.
Patient.
Aching.
For her emperor's return.
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(Will there be a lil Frieza running around)
Poll:-
(1):- Yes.
(2):- Hell FUCKING Nah.
I choose HELL nah.
But we shall see.
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Frieza lounged in the private chamber of Bucephalus, the golden throne replaced by a wide, reclining chair upholstered in black leather that matched the room's dim, moody lighting.
Soft Earth jazz drifted from hidden speakers — slow saxophone notes curling through the air like smoke.
A low table beside him held an assortment of snacks: imported chocolates, delicate pastries, a crystal decanter of aged whiskey.
He had left the feline world behind for now — its pleasures sampled but not fully explored. Fight with Beerus came first. Everything else could wait.
He reached toward the wall panel — a seamless section that opened at his touch — revealing a small screen and a button. He pressed it once.
"Five hundred cigarettes."
A soft chime.
A compartment slid open.
Five hundred pristine packs materialized — Expensive Earth brand, the exact kind he remembered from his human days.
He selected one pack, tapped out a single cigarette, and placed it between his lips.
He raised a finger.
A tiny blue-purple flame flickered at the tip — god-ki shaped into perfect fire.
He lit the cigarette.
The first drag was slow — deliberate. He pulled the bitter smoke deep into his lungs, held it, savored the familiar burn. Then he exhaled — a perfect ring of smoke drifting upward, expanding lazily toward the ceiling.
He leaned back, one arm draped over the chair's side, the other holding the cigarette between two fingers.
His thoughts wandered.
*Why does this universe have so many beautiful women?*
Yasaka had been perfection.
Her ass — full, soft, yielding perfectly under his grip.
Her tits — heavy, sensitive, nipples hardening the moment his tongue touched them.
Her thighs — thick, supple, trembling when he bit them.
Her pussy — tight, dripping, clenching around him like she was made for him.
And her moans — broken, desperate, screaming his name until her voice gave out.
Six or seven hours had passed since he left her, and already he felt the ache — the hunger — stirring again.
He needed more.
He needed her again.
Frieza exhaled another smoke ring — watching it drift and dissolve.
He reached for the new scouter on his wrist — a sleek, upgraded model integrated with his ki signature — and pressed a button.
"Bring Cym here."
A moment later the doors hissed open.
Cym stepped in — posture straight, but eyes still carrying the faint shadow of worry from earlier.
"My lord."
Frieza took another drag — slow, contemplative — then flicked ash into a crystal tray.
He looked at Cym — red eyes calm, voice casual.
"The planet is secure?"
"Yes, my lord. Sentinels are in place. No unauthorized vessels will approach. The Ginyu Force has begun their duties."
Frieza nodded once.
"Good."
He exhaled — smoke curling around his face like a halo.
Frieza flicked the cigarette into the tray — watching it smolder.
"And Cym?"
"My lord?.
Frieza didn't look at him immediately. He spoke while staring at the viewport, voice calm and matter-of-fact.
"I'm going into a time chamber. The kind that slows time — some days outside equals ten years inside."
Cym's ears twitched. He swallowed once.
Frieza finally turned his head, red eyes meeting Cym's.
"Do you want to go with me?"
The question hung in the air — quiet, direct.
Cym's face tightened. He looked down for a moment, fists clenching at his sides, clearly struggling with the answer.
After a long silence, he raised his head again.
"My lord…" His voice was steady, but strained with respect and something close to fear. "With all due respect… I have to decline."
Frieza raised an eyebrow — not angry, just mildly curious.
Cym continued, words careful but honest.
"After seeing your fight with Beerus… I know what full power looks like for you now. Even if I don't like to admit it — your aura alone might kill me. I would only be a hindrance. I would slow you down, distract you, or worse… I would die the moment you pushed past a certain threshold."
He bowed his head slightly.
"I am loyal, my lord. I would follow you into any battle, any war. But this… this is different. This is you becoming something beyond what even I can withstand. I would rather wait here — alive, useful — than enter that chamber and become a burden."
Frieza studied him for a long moment — expression unreadable.
Then he nodded once — small, almost imperceptible.
"Very well."
He rose from the throne, suit shifting perfectly with the motion.
"Maintain the ship. Monitor the feline world. Ensure the Ginyu Force report regularly."
Cym bowed deeply.
"As you command, my lord."
Frieza walked past him — boots clicking softly on the polished floor.
At the chamber doors, he paused.
"Cym."
The aide straightened.
"My lord?"
Frieza didn't turn around.
"When I return… I expect perfection."
Cym swallowed.
"Of course, my lord."
Frieza raised two fingers to his forehead.
Space folded.
Instant Transmission.
He vanished.
Cym stood alone in the throne room — the silence heavier than before.
He exhaled slowly.
67 days.
And when Frieza emerged…
The universe would tremble.
Cym turned to the viewport — stars blurring past.
He whispered to himself — quiet, almost reverent.
"Survive, my lord Time Will not be kind."
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