DBZ X-Readers

Frieza x Reader Pt. 7 'Upheaval'

You took the news that Planet Vegeta had been destroyed by a meteor shower about as well as Frieza expected.

He spoke of anxiety, of having felt responsible for the event because of having ordered the saiyans back (something about performing a census), but whenever your head dropped to your hands, he could only smirk.

Gone. They were all gone.

And, as expected, you sought comfort in his arms. You were able to forget the pain of being one of the last saiyans nearly every night. That stabbing bliss would remind you that you were perfectly safe here with him.

Five weeks went by in this manner before you were returned to the station. You resumed normal duties, and endured your friend (f/n)'s teasing with admirable calmness.

And then all communication with him stopped.

You began to wonder what you'd done. Had consoling someone grieving really been that difficult for Frieza? Had you done something else that you were unaware of, or had he simply, despite reassuring you to the contrary, gotten bored of you? He made several visits to the station over the next month or two and not once did he ask for you.

So you dealt with it the best way you knew how.

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"(Y/n), you really have to stop doing this." The doctor commented as you emerged from the healing pod and handed you a towel which you promptly made use of drying your (h/c) hair.

"Why? Works out for both sides. Jeice gets to beat the shit out of someone he hates, and I get to get just a little bit stronger." You laughed.

"That's not exactly what I mean."

"What do you mean then? You should speak plainer if you want me to actually understand you."

"I mean your body has gone through enough as it is, in the last year." He said quickly.

"What, did I get some kind of STD from Lord Frieza? Is that it?" you asked.

"Well, no...it's just..."

"Just what?!"

He took a deep breath. "I can't have him finding out that I told you. So this doesn't go farther than this room, alright?"

"Fine, I won't tell anyone if it's that important."

"You've had three miscarriages in the past year."

"...what?"

No, that wasn't possible, was the first thing you thought. Your races were too vastly different, there was no way it was possible that you should even be that compatible. And how could you not have noticed that?! You would think you'd have noticed losing a baby!

"That's impossible."

"That is what we told him."

"WHAT?!" Alright, now this was making even less sense. Had Frieza been bedding you like that with the express purpose of producing a child? Why would he do something like that, and if that had been his intention, wouldn't he have preferred someone of his own race to do it with?

"He wanted a sibling for his son," the doctor said quickly, noting the confusion, and then the anger, in your face. "He made mention that his own brother was quite a few years older than him. Ten or twelve I believe, and that he did not want his own son growing up as...alone as he was. And he did not want the stupid toadying and demands that would come from having other young noble changelings fill the same position."

Well, that made you a little less mad. But only just a little. Why couldn't he have had the decency to tell you that that was what he wanted? It was a rational scheme, but so utterly practical that you couldn't help but feel offended.