Author Name:  White Ice Widow
Title:  Journal Entry #127
Rating:  NC-17
Warnings:  Drug use, death, graphic sex
Summary:  There is a party at Frieza's base, Zarbon is going with special intentions.
Email:  Bluedeadrose@aol.com

Journal entry # 127: And so it comes to an end.

The steam in the bathroom had badly fogged the mirrors I noticed, as I stepped out of the shower. I pushed a button near the right side of the largest mirror and they were quickly defogged. I smiled devilishly as I used my ki to dry off. My hair lay calm and soft over my broad shoulders, coming down to a little past my waist. I picked up a comb and began raking it through my emerald locks as I walked into my bedroom. I walked over to one of my two closets and slid open the door.

'Hmm, what would be suitable for a party but still enticing enough for Frieza-sama?'

I smiled as I reached in and pulled out a pair of skin-tight, shiny black vinyl pants with a slight flair at the bottom. I threw them on the bed and momentarily stopped combing my hair to sift through the numerous articles of clothing. Tonight was going to be a very special night, tonight Frieza will know exactly how what I think of him. I had been planning this for a while but never had the time. I have to admit I was nervous beyond comprehension.I loved him, and had loved him for many years.Yes,  the lunatic dictator who slaughtered millions, held my heart. Though not many see me out of my uniform, I am quite fond of black. And I adore leathers and vinyls, silks and velvets, studs and spikes. And the fact that Frieza-sama loves to see me in a black leather waist cincher with black leather hot shorts and thigh high boots is reason enough for me to wear such things. I separated the clothing in half when I had found what I had been looking for. A black silk poet shirt that laced a couple times at the top. I threw that on the bed along with the pants and continued to work on my hair. Not that it had any tangles, I was blessed with hair softer than any silk known, but I wanted every hair perfectly in place tonight. Frieza-sama was throwing a party, not for any real reason aside from boredom. When I finished my hair I walked over and lightly stepped into my pants. They hugged every curve of my muscular legs and were so tight in the groin should anything ‘come up’, with my size, assuredly the pants would rip. But that’s how he liked it. And if that ever did happen they would most likely be coming off soon anyway, so what would it matter? I finished with the pants and walked over to a mirror next to the closet and admired my beautiful physique. My hands ran lightly over my thighs and up to my rock-hard buttocks.

‘Damn, I’m hot.’

I chuckled to myself before walking over and pulling on the silken shirt. I left the laces at the top undone to expose a bit of my chiseled chest. Then walked back into the bathroom and opened up a small drawer next to the sink in front of the largest mirror. I pulled out a half used black eye liner pencil, two small jars of eye shadow, black and gray, and a tube of black lipstick. I pulled the cap of the pencil off and drew thin, dark lines under each eye, then drew two more on the top lids. I brought the lines to meet in the corners of my eyes sharply, before dragging the pencil up in a curve on the outside of either eye. I looked over at the clock.

‘Kuso, I’m going to be late!’

I quickly picked up the black eye shadow and a small brush and hastily applied a bit to the top lids of either eye, lightly coloring over the curve I made with the eyeliner. I finished with that, then picked up the lipstick, ‘I should buy more soon, ’and carefully colored my soft blue lips a sinful black. Admiring my work for a moment, I quickly twisted my hair into a braid and pulled it over my shoulder. Then I reached up and removed the small white ball that hung from the ornament I wear on my forehead, quickly replacing it with one exactly the same, but black. I walked back into the bedroom and picked up a pair of 4 inch platform, black vinyl boots that came up to my knees and laced in the front and sat down on my bed. I pulled them on and my nimble fingers made quick work of the laces. Once done with that I leaned over to my night stand and opened the drawer. Not really having time to decide which collar to wear I grabbed one and quickly did the buckle in the back. It was patent leather that alternated between small round studs and large 2 inch spikes that were pleasingly very sharp. I picked up a small bottle on my night stand and sprayed myself a few times on the neck and wrists.

‘This always drives him mad,’ I thought to myself before taking one last glance in the mirror to make sure I hadn’t forgotten anything. Giving myself a seductive smile I quickly walked out the door and flew down to Frieza-sama’s chambers. I ran my tongue over my teeth, smiling slightly to myself, thinking about the night ahead.

I slowly came up to the door to the room where the party was being held. I took a deep breath as the door slid open and I stepped inside. I had taken no more than three steps inside when all eyes turned to me. I closed my eyes and gave a smirk to myself as I strode over to where Frieza-sama’s throne was. It had a high back which made Frieza-sama seem even smaller than he already was. There had to be forty, fifty-some different creatures there, and all of which were staring at me, not that I was surprised.  In the corner was a medium-sized black machine which was the auto DJ. At the time, it was playing some song by one of Frieza-sama’s favorite bands.Next to his throne was a smaller one, by far less ornate, which I was proud to say was mine.My heart felt as though it were to burst through my chest at any moment at the sight of my beautiful angel of death. When I finally reached him, I immediately knelt before him.

“My Lord, thank you for honoring me with the privilege to join you in this congregation”

“Dear Zarbon, think nothing of it, get up and enjoy yourself”

I stood and stared at the smaller dignitary in front of me. He was by far more laid back, appearance wise. He wore much less, but it did so much to my libido. He wore simply black eyeshadow and a thick leather collar with no studs or spikes of any sort. Oh, how beautiful he looked!A fallen angel, to be assured. I forced myself to peel my eyes away from him as I sauntered over to the bar. It was crowded with creatures, but immediately a space was formed so I might order my drink. On my right was a man about my height with long black hair flowing down past his buttocks with skin a very slight shade of silver. He had eyes that exactly mimicked those of a cat. He wore a black suit and I must admit was very attractive. And on my left was a creature (I was unsure of the gender) that very much looked like a cross between a cow and a fish. Needless to say I was far from attracted to that one. I ordered myself just a glass of pure vodka. The bartender very quickly got me my drink and poured it into a very ornate chalice. Taking my drink as I turned around, I smiled and winked at the man on my right. I caught a glimpse of surprise on his face before I walked away smoothly and back over to Frieza-sama. He was talking to a very petite man with short, blue, boy-cut hair, two black horns, and piercing purple eyes. I sat next to him in my own throne and watched them converse. The next second the young man handed Frieza-sama three thin strips of white paper about 2 inches long and a quarter of an inch wide. A smile spread across my face and I looked over at Frieza-sama who was smiling, back. The man bowed and walked away. Frieza-sama, still smiling leaned over to me. I leaned towards him and we caught each other in a deep, lustful kiss. While our tongues were dancing and entwining around each other, I felt his hand creep up to my neck, remove my collar and gently place one of the paper stickers on the left side of my neck. He broke the kiss and watched me attentively as the drugs began to make their way through my pores into my brain. A minute later I burst into laughter. No real clear reason why, I kept laughing and laughing until I finally lost balance and fell out of my seat. Chuckling to himself at my antics, Frieza-sama took another strip and placed it on his own neck, and a few moments later was next to me on the floor in pure hysterics. A few people had stopped to watch us, but the rest were too involved in their own activities to notice. Both Frieza and I had tears in our eyes. I finally rolled over to my back, holding my sides as my laughter began to recede. I put my hands on my face gently, so as not to mess up my make-up which was probably already smeared, when I felt an icy body crawl on top of me. I took my hands away and stared up at Frieza, who looked at me with a wicked grin and licked his lips.

“Dear Zarbon, did you think your appealing outfit has gone unnoticed?”

He bent his head down and began to suck on my left earlobe. The drugs that ran through my body were heightening my senses and the icy mouth around my ear and the petite body pressed so endearingly against my own was driving me mad.

And I quickly felt my pants tighten very uncomfortably. Obviously Frieza noticed, because his mouth stopped its assault and he whispered into the same ear.

“Come, Zarbon, let’s take this to a more private area before we continue.”

He gave my ear a final lick, before getting off me and swiftly walking to the door. I got up and followed him, cursing myself for wearing the constricting pants. I followed him out the door and down the hall four doors till we came to his bedroom where he typed in the pin and walked in. No sooner did I step in and the door slid shut behind me, than I was grabbed roughly by the throat and tossed haphazardly on the bed. Landing on my belly I tried to get up, but found I could only make it up to my hands and knees. The drugs, plus the sudden toss had made my equilibrium shift. I stayed like that for a moment, swaying and trying to regain my balance, when I felt his hands slide up my sides. He was on his knees behind me and was gently running his hands over my back. Then I felt him bend over on top of me and start kissing my neck wetly. The kisses were throwing my body into ecstasy and I felt that horrid tightness building again. I began to shift uncomfortably as I felt his honed teeth break the skin on the back of my neck. He bit down ferociously like a starving dog and began to rub his hardened still-clothed length against my backside. I was moaning loudly as he lapped the blood that poured from the wound on my neck. I continued to shift uncomfortably under him as my pants got tighter and tighter, until I was sure they would rip. Noting my state, Frieza straightened himself up behind me and grabbed the waist line of my pants. Then, with a clean rip, tore the pants from my body, finally freeing my fully erect member. I felt him run his razor-like nails down my thighs gently and back up.

“You are so beautiful, Zarbon, I’m surprised more don’t just take you whether you be willing or not.”

A large grin spread across my face.

“Thank you, my Lord, but my beauty is nothing in contrast to yours, Sire.”

I heard him laugh and my smile quickly faded as I felt his nails pierce my flesh directly below my buttocks. I screamed out in pain as he slowly dragged the nails down my thighs until he reached the back of my knees, tearing open my flesh and muscle.

“And any shade of red is nothing in contrast to that of the flesh from which it pours.”

He laughed even louder as he pushed me onto my back. My eyes were wide with shock as I stared up at him with his mouth coated in my blood. He then got up and began removing his armor. I watched in delight as I saw him slowly shed his coverings. I licked my dry lips hungrily as he finally took off his black briefs that encased my object of desire. He walked over to me and positioned himself between my spread legs and leaned close to my face. His icy breath washed over me and I felt a surge of lust race through me. I arched my hips against his, rubbing our arousals together, earning a moan from the ice-jin. He placed a clawed hand in the center of my chest.

“We can’t have this obstructing our view of the beautifully built chest of yours, now can we?”

With that, he grabbed a fistful of my shirt and tore it off. I moaned against him and arched my back, allowing him to reach around and grab my buttocks and hoist my hips up to align my entrance with his arousal. I looked at him with wide eyes.

“Uhm, Lord Frieza, don’t you want to prepare me first?”

A wicked smile graced his face and I held my breath.

“You know me, Zarbon, I like change.”

With those words, he pushed his head into my unprepared entry. I screamed his name as he slowly, completely buried himself inside me. White pain surged through my body and I began to tremble. He waited a minute to let me adjust, before viciously rearing back, then thrusting back in with the same force. Another jolt of pain was sent through me, though less than the first. He began a fast paced rhythm of thrusts angled teasingly near my prostate. Our moans of ecstasy seemed to fill the room. It was all I could hear, but it quickly slipped away as he brushed roughly against my sweet spot. I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound would come out. My eyes began to dot as he began to assault that spot and I felt myself near my breaking point. I felt him reach down and grab a fistful of my hair and tug my head back as my muscles tensed up and I was sent spiraling off the edge in a lust-coated orgasm. I coated our bellies with my liquid pleasure as I felt Frieza’s grip on my hair tighten as he too spilled himself in me, calling my name out as he did so. He collapsed on top of me, panting and smearing my seed between us. I smiled gently, and then wrapped my arms around him, holding him close.

“My Lord, may I tell you something?”

“Of course, Zarbon, what is it?”

I took a deep breath. Now was the time to finally confess my untold feelings about my Lord and Master.

“Lord Frieza, for some time now I have wanted to tell you this, but I could never find the time nor the words. But I finally have the time and hopefully I have chosen the right words. I love you, my Lord. I crave you and dream of a day when you return my feelings. I know it’s probably a foolish dream, but I cannot help it. When I look at you with all your grace and mystery, I yearn to hold you close and lay with you whilst you sleep. I very much love and care for you my Lord Frieza.I wish for use to be together,now and forever.”

Time seemed to stand still and I could tell the drugs were almost completely through my system. Finally he raised himself off my chest and looked at me with beautiful ruby eyes.

“Zarbon, my dear, I love you too. And we can be together if you wish.”

I thought I would die right there. I was certain I heard him wrong, but the smile that spread across his face proved I heard him right. I pulled him again to my chest in a crushing hug. I heard him chuckle as he pressed his hand against my chest urging me to let him go. I loosened my grip and he sat up. I sat up as well and looked him directly in the eyes with a silly smile plastered onto my face.

“You might want to clean up, Zarbon, before going back to the party. There’s an extra set of your armor in the closet over there.”

Still smiling, he got up and walked into the bathroom. I sat on the bed a moment before stumbling off and rushing into the bathroom as well. He was at the sink washing the mess on his belly off when I walked in. He looked at me and began chuckling again. Once he was done, he walked out to put his own armor back on and I began to wash my abdomen. Walking out from the bathroom I saw him finish getting ready.

“Is it all right with you, my Lord, if I stay here for a while to regain myself?”

He turned to me with a smile

“Of course, Zarbon, lock up when you leave.”

He gave me a quick glance, then strode out the door. Once he was gone, I collapsed on the bed, wrapping myself in the words that were still ringing in my ears. I couldn’t believe it, it seemed far too good to be true. But it was. I loved him and he loved me. After about a half hour I finally got up and got ready. I opened the closet and found the armor. I pulled it out and stared at it, then back at the torn pieces of my clothing on my floor. I sighed to myself and pulled it on. Finished dressing, I walked over to a mirror and took a quick glance at myself. Most of my hair had fallen out of the braid and most of my make-up had come off. I pulled the rest of my hair free and ran my fingers through it. Not really caring about my disheveled state, I strode out the door making sure to lock it behind me.

I felt out of place wearing armor at a casual party, but it was better than the alternative. The door opened and I strode in, eyes sweeping the room for Frieza and what I saw stopped me dead. My eyes locked on Frieza on the floor on his hands and knees in front of the beautiful gentleman I saw at the bar earlier. I didn't even notice the crowd of onlookers shouting catcalls and other obscenities at the two. The man was thrusting furiously inside him as held onto his hips. Frieza had his head down and was moaning so loudly it could be heard over the blaring music. I saw Frieza lift his head and let out a glass-shattering scream as he coated the floor beneath him in his essence. A moment later the man also let out a scream of triumph as he emptied himself inside my master. Frieza rolled over and collapsed on his back as the man stood up shakily to have several men come up and pat him on the back for a job well done. The man pulled up the pants that were around his ankles and did the buttons. Someone in the crowd called out that he would buy the man a drink for a job well done. The crowd then slowly moved with the man over to the bar, but I just stood staring at Frieza, who was still on his back, catching his breath with his eyes closed. My own eyes began to burn shamelessly as I tried to force the tears back. I took a step near him and he opened his eyes and smiled.

"Dear Zarbon, what's the matter?"

His question didn't compute. All I could focus on was the burning in my chest and on my cheeks as the tears I had been fighting spilled from my eyes.

"Master Frieza...how could you...I thought you...you...you said you loved me..."

He sat up and to my horror began laughing.

"Zarbon, I wouldn’t expect you of all people to be so that stupid as to think I was serious. You are a magnificent man to share my bed with, but you must be a bigger fool than I thought to think I have any feelings other than that of lust towards you."

I saw my world shatter into a thousand pieces and fall away as he continued to laugh. I never thought I would feel such pain and betrayal as I did right then. I couldn't stop the choked sob that escaped my mouth, nor could I mute out his mocking laughter as I turned and flew out of the room. I flew at top speed to my quarters, where I quickly punched in the code and stumbled into my room. As the door shut, I flung my back against the wall and welcomed the saline liquid that poured down my face and the screams of agony being thrust from my lungs. I stayed like that all the rest of the night and into late morning, before I finally made up my mind. I guess it’s time to do what must be done, no matter how scared I am.

End Journal entry # 127.

Zarbon stood at Frieza's door, waiting for Frieza to allow him to enter. Finally the door slid open and he walked in. The Lizard was at the far end of the room sitting on his throne with a glass of wine in one hand and the remote to his stereo in the other.

"Aah Zarbon, I’m glad you’re feeling better. What can I do for you?"

The heart broken man gave him a glimpse of a smile.

"I've come to end it, Frieza", he said," Things have gone astray, so it's time to set them right again."

With that he pulled out a large handgun that was behind him in his waistband and aimed it at the dictator. Frieza once again began that horrid laugh.

"Poor deluded Zarbon, you can't kill me and especially with that thing."

He stopped laughing and looked at the man with a wide grin on his face that he returned.

"Oh, my Lord, it's not for you", he stated, than quickly turned the gun around, placed it in his mouth and pulled the trigger. Then, all was black.