It's been exactly weeks.
Or months...
She couldn't know, she's been here for awhile, long enough to know she's now pregnant. Fear coursed through her body... And a feeling of... Repulsion.
Repulsed about the pregnancy...
Repulsed about the person who got her here.
Repulsed about everything.
She had tried to find ways to escape the ship but Frieza had thought ahead and kept her captive. She was locked in a room that could only be described as a cell. No windows, the door had a little sliding slit where her food would be sent, no one came to visit. Not even Frieza, who got her in this situation in the first place.
She pushed away the tray with the food that was sent to her. She wanted to leave. She knew she was never going to escape. Nor was she going to raise this baby in a safe spot. She was lonely.
God the loneliness was unbearable.
She longed and craved for the attention. She felt like she was trapped. It was a small place too. She was locked in a room with no space. She wanted to scream.
Perhaps was this Frieza's attempt at controlling her... Or even isolating her to... Try and get her to be more obedient. She didn't like this at all. She won't give in to Frieza's demands at all.
She thought she can play the long game and stop eating. That went well as you expected. Frieza's temper is as strong as his will. He wanted healthy offspring. And if you don't comply... She found out later what he would do.
So that stint of hunger strikes stopped the moment he showed her what happens if you want to starve a future tyrant of the universe...
Then that brought her to her next point...
If she's carrying the child, the future, the legacy of the Frieza Race inside her incubation chamber. Then Frieza would try and corrupt it.
No. There's no fucking way in HFIL she would let the incarnation of Dabura corrupt the one good thing she was about to have since arriving here. She would never let Frieza hurt their child, And she knew damn well he would try.
And... Well, if he tried to fight for it. She can always play the Mother Card.
Which, will require some effort.
Some of which she did not have the patience to uphold nor put the time into.
Talking to Frieza was like arguing with a stubborn toddler who doesn't want to eat their vegetables.
It's best to let them wear themselves out.
But Frieza never wears out.
Padding down the halls to the cell where he kept his beloved was Frieza. In his hands held the tray of food that his... Well, not prisoner, his wife. Yes wife, he got so used to referring to the many beings in this sector as prisoners that he automatically called his wife a prisoner.
Frieza was not... A particularly affectionate person.
Have been surrounded and spoiled by his father for years starting from the moment he exited his little egg. Frieza was used to being handed everything so when his wife and soon to be mother of his children defied him. That made him believe that she was...
She was... Insulting his authority.
Whatever he wants, he got.
Which is partially the reason why he and Cooler never talked. Cooler was his older brother. But compared to Frieza, he was nothing. His mother clearly treated them equally, but their father. Clearly favored Cooler, but when their dearest mom was still alive pretended to show the equality that she showed to their sons.
Cooler knew.
Cooler knew that Frieza was daddy's boy and that Cooler was Mommy's Boy. Even after their mothers death, Frieza was treated with more charity then Cooler.
Frieza knew he and Cooler never got along.
But he knew Cooler will have one thing he can't.
A family.
Albeit one that didn't want to be here against their will.
BUT still existed anyhow.
Whatever, in due time, he would get her.
Because whatever Frieza wants.
Frieza gets.
