Drop them stones. Or l will write a chapter dedicated to Beerus and Goku.
Poll
Do we want Bulma in the Harem.
Yes gang.
Nah gang she overated as Hell
Personally l found her a little overated as she is literally the female lead of every dragon ball Fan fic.
If l can help it l would really add her but if the poll say yes then l will do that.
Regardless enjoy fellas
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Frieza woke to warmth.
Not the sterile chill of metal or the hum of engines—but something alive, breathing, slow and steady.
Miruko was there, curled against him, her head resting between his legs, silver hair spilling across his thigh like a soft banner of surrender. One arm lay draped loosely over his waist, fingers slack with sleep. Her ears twitched once, instinctive, before settling again.
The room was quiet. No music. No guards. Just the low pulse of the ship and the faint aftertaste of wine still lingering in the air.
For a long moment, Frieza didn't move.
Seven years of isolation. Black holes. Gods. Pain without pain. And now this—simple, almost absurdly human.
He exhaled slowly.
Miruko stirred, eyes fluttering open. For half a second, confusion flickered across her face—then memory returned. She looked up at him, ears flushing faintly pink.
"…Morning," she said softly.
Frieza looked down at her, expression unreadable. Then, faintly—almost imperceptibly—his lips curved.
"So," he said, voice calm, composed, entirely himself again,
"you survived the night."
She huffed quietly, half embarrassed, half amused, and shifted slightly closer instead of pulling away.
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The dining chamber was washed in soft starlight filtering through the viewport, distant galaxies drifting like embers beyond the glass. Breakfast had been prepared with obsessive care—steak sliced perfectly, fruit arranged with geometric precision, steam rising gently from porcelain cups.
Frieza ate in silence.
Across from him, Miruko did not.
She sat perfectly still, hands folded in her lap, eyes locked onto him—wide, shining, heart-shaped, pupils trembling as if she were witnessing something divine rather than a man calmly cutting into his meal.
She wasn't hungry.
How could she be?
He was right there.
In her mind, thoughts spiraled sweet and sharp all at once.
He's kind.
He's terrifying.
He's beautiful.
He didn't look down on me.
He didn't need to restrain me.
He could destroy worlds—and chose not to destroy me.
Her ears twitched as warmth flooded her chest. Possessive thoughts bloomed, tangled and intense.
He is mine he is my mate. He is the one l have chosen for the rest of my existence.
He is...
Mine.
Frieza noticed, of course.
He always noticed.
He set his utensils down deliberately and glanced up at her, crimson eyes calm, unreadable.
"You're not eating," he said mildly.
Miruko startled, then shook her head quickly, ears flushing pink. "I—I'm fine. I just… like watching you."
For a moment, Frieza said nothing.
Then, evenly—almost gently—he spoke.
"Every problem you have," he said, "is now my problem."
Her breath caught. Her heart skipped a beat she couldn't believe it..... Does he feel the same way about me is he saying that he also
belong to me. That l am his only women his only love.
(Author note:- HOLY shit... That escalated quickly)
He continued, eyes never leaving hers.
"But only if you are completely loyal to me. In body. Mind. And soul."
There was no threat in his voice.
That was what made it terrifying.
Miruko didn't hesitate.
She nodded immediately, fervently, eyes glassy with devotion. "Yes. Of course. I want that."
She had always been different.
The strongest bunny girl in a century—an outlier, an anomaly. Her mother had raised her harshly, but never cruelly. Discipline wrapped in love. Strength demanded, not resented.
And yet the moment Miruko stole the artifact—an act meant to protect her clan—their fear outweighed their gratitude. The dragon girls hunted. Her people distanced themselves.
She had boarded Frieza's ship for one reason: to stop the slaughter.
But somewhere between fear and survival, something else had taken root.
With Frieza, she felt… aligned..... Loved in a twisted way.
He was stronger than her. Better than her. And for the first time in her life, that strength didn't seek to cage her.
Frieza leaned back slightly.
"I'll need you to sign a contract," he said casually. "One that allows me to know where you are at all times. What you're doing. If your in any harm."
Miruko blinked. "…You mean a soul-mating contract?"
He shrugged lightly. "Yes. Something of that nature."
Her confusion melted into curiosity. "Then… what are your responsibilities?"
Frieza smiled.
It wasn't cruel.
It wasn't warm.
It was absolute.
"There are none," he said softly. "Other than taking care of my Beloved bunny girl."
Miruko's heart skipped.
She was correct. He loved her.... From now on they will be together and have so many little babies. They will rule the entire universe.
The tales of their love will be written in history.
In the quiet room, beneath drifting stars, she realized something with terrifying clarity.
She hadn't been rescued.
She had been chosen.
Frieza watched her for a moment longer.
Miruko's gaze had gone distant again, pupils soft, ears tilted just slightly—lost in a quiet storm of devotion and imagined futures. He could almost feel the way her thoughts wrapped around him, earnest and dangerous in their intensity.
He sighed—soft, controlled.
If she were anyone else, he wouldn't have bothered. Clan politics were dust. Territorial grudges were noise. Entire species had erased themselves over less.
But Miruko wasn't anyone else.
She might have been the most beautiful woman he had seen in his long, brutal existence—more than that, she was offering herself freely, placing her life on a golden platter without being asked.
That alone made her… inconvenient.
Frieza lifted a single finger and snapped.
The air folded.
Cym appeared instantly, kneeling with practiced precision, posture sharp and attentive—speed so absolute it left no echo behind.
"Prepare a ship," Frieza said calmly. "Your leaving immediately. You will be going with Miruko to conclude her… unfinished business."
Cym bowed his head. "At once, my lord."
Then, hesitating just a fraction, he asked, "And how should l deal with the dragon clan?"
Frieza's expression didn't change.
"If their leader is male," he said flatly, "kill him quickly."
Cym nodded without question.
"If it's a female," Frieza continued, "leave her alive. Give her a warning. Tell them this—if they so much as touch the bunny clan again, the Nine-Tailed Clan will erase them from history."
The words were not loud.
They were final.
Cym straightened. "Understood."
He turned toward Miruko, his presence suddenly gentle despite the power coiled beneath it.
He wasn't sure if this women was Lord Frieza queen or not so it was best to be respectful.
[Author note:- W cym]
"I'm going to place my hands on your shoulders," he said formally. "I'll teleport you to a separate ship. Please be ready."
Miruko glanced once at Frieza.
He met her eyes and gave a small nod.
That was all she needed.
Cym's hands rested lightly on her shoulders.
Space collapsed.
They vanished in an instant—no flash, no sound—leaving Frieza alone in the chamber once more.
He rose from his seat, adjusting his posture, gaze drifting toward the stars beyond the viewport.
Petty squabbles, he thought.
But even gods had to clean their hands once in a while.
And this time—
Luckily he had some capable men to rely on.