Heart Attack (Frieza X Vegeta)

Chapter Nine

A deep ache pulsed in Frieza's gut, nauseating him. It was coming from Vegeta, who also looked very unwell. None of the pain relievers available seemed to help and often made Vegeta sick. The healing tanks did nothing to help whatever was happening inside Vegeta, and Frieza was growing frustrated. He hated seeing Vegeta like this. It wasn't right.

When the fevers started, Frieza knew they were in deep trouble. For very short periods of time, Vegeta's temperature would spike, although nothing similar to what he'd experienced in his heat. The doctors made their first attempt to impregnate Vegeta, but all this did was send every part of his immune system into overdrive. His body thought it was under some kind of massive attack; not only was Vegeta in so much pain that he could barely move, his stomach tried to purge itself literally every minute. Frieza now kind of hated their link; Vegeta's pain and sickness was shining through bright and clear. He almost had to leave several times or his stomach threatened to follow Vegeta's example.

This lasted for a week.

Vegeta didn't know how he survived. He half wanted to kill himself to make it stop, but Frieza heard his thoughts and helped him bear through it. He was still on an IV. They'd put him on one pretty quick once they figured out that his body was not going to stop being an asshole and trying to make him commit suicide.

Yeah, they decided to let Vegeta's body recuperate some before they tried again.

Nothing happened the next time they tried. Absolutely nothing. No improvement, but no worsening either. "Thank goodness," Frieza gasped, falling over onto the bed where Vegeta was laying down. "That was the worst week of my life. You wanted to die and I almost helped you."

Vegeta laughed weakly. "I could tell. You almost lost your lunch a couple times too. That was so bad I barely remember it."

"Unfortunately, I recall every waking moment with stunning and disgusting clarity," Frieza grunted. "How do you barely remember something that terrible?"

"I have a hard time remembering bad experiences," Vegeta replied with a shrug. "I kind of... shut down."

Frieza cuddled closer to him, a bit of guilt stirring in his chest. "Like you used to...?"

"Yeah. Like I used to." Vegeta kissed the top of his head. "But that's in the past. It's over now- that and whatever the hell was going on with me!"

Frieza laughed softly. The tight feeling in his chest eased away. How did he know exactly what to say to make him feel better? He kissed his little Saiyan Prince and pulled him close to his chest. Vegeta cuddled up against him and promptly dozed off. How he managed to sleep with his body being so unforgiving, Frieza didn't know. A week of internal torture had done massive damage to Vegeta. He was frighteningly weak, as pale as a ghost, and was so exhausted that he looked like he had been punched in both eyes. Frieza could hardly stand seeing him like this. The doctors had promised a pretty swift recovery as long as Vegeta rested and regained all the water and nutrients he'd lost.

Then Nappa returned.

It hurt, of course, when Vegeta didn't come sprinting to greet him, but he had a foul feeling in his gut that something was wrong. After reporting his success, he asked after Vegeta.

Classified. The hell?

"What do you mean, classified?" he bit out at the other soldier. "Is he wounded? Sick?"

"Nappa, you know as much as I do," the soldier sighed, rubbing his forehead. "The other day he went haywire and collapsed, and I haven't heard a thing since."

Nappa's heart stopped beating. Collapsed? That could mean anything. But not hearing anything after... "He's- He's alive, right!?"

"As far as I'm aware. But it's been... almost a month and a half. I don't know if he's still in emergency care or recovery."

Nappa nodded and headed off. Maybe Raditz knew something. Turned out, he did not. He was pacing around as much as Nappa at this point. "At this rate, we're going to have to fucking ask Frieza where he is and what happened," Raditz muttered, chewing his finger. "I hope he's ok. I was there when it happened and I just can't stop thinking about it. It was scary. He looked fine, then he looked kinda confused and dropped like a rock."

Nappa groaned, burying his hands in his face. "Thank you for ammo for my dreams tonight," he growled.

"Oh, you're welcome."

~Timeskip~

Vegeta was doing alright, but then started going downhill. The fevers came back, even worse than before. A hundred and twelve was not a good temperature for a Saiyan to stay at for five hours, but that's exactly what happened. And then it spiked again, peaking at a hundred and seventeen. This was when the convulsions started. Frieza was forced to leave, despite being Frieza, and he paced around by the door like a caged tiger.

"Lord Frieza!"

He turned, on edge and twitchy. It was the Saiyans. Perfect. Not now...

"Where's Vegeta?" Nappa asked.

"Is he hurt?"

"Vegeta isn't doing well and cannot be disturbed," Frieza said, trying to keep any major hostility out of his voice. His instincts to protect and care for his mate were kicking him in the butt. There was nothing he could do and that idea killed him. "I myself don't know how bad it is."

They glanced at each other nervously. Neither of them had seemed to notice the mark on his shoulder and he was grateful. Now, with all three of them at nerve's end and ready to bite heads off, was not a good time for the two semes to realize that the last uke had been claimed, and by an Icejin. Frieza felt a headache coming on and rubbed his temples. These idiots needed to leave. Now. "Make yourselves scarce," he hissed, and he saw the spark of fear in their eyes. They left quickly, and Frieza sighed.

When he was finally allowed back in, Frieza nearly spiraled into a panicking rage. Vegeta looked awful. He couldn't even seem to sit up and barely found the strength to open his eyes. "Frieza..." he breathed, searching out his mate's hand. "Guess what...?"

"What is it, darling?" Frieza murmured, petting his thick hair.

"It worked." Vegeta smiled, his eyes sparkling faintly. "They did it. I'm- I'm pregnant."

Frieza's eyes widened and he began to tremble. "Really?" he gasped. "You- And you're alright? Everything's ok now?"

"Oh, far from it," Vegeta grumbled, rolling his eyes sarcastically. "Now the hard part begins. It'll be almost a year until the cub is born, and it'll get even worse then. But let's not worry about that for now." He managed to pull Frieza's head down and kiss him. "They said the infection is starting to heal... so I'll be ok... I guess." He laughed softly.

Frieza managed to blink back his tears. Vegeta was going to live! Then he thought back on Nappa and Raditz. It wouldn't take them long to figure out that Vegeta was his mate and pregnant with his child. And he couldn't keep Vegeta locked up forever. They'd just be forced to accept the fact. If Nappa made too big a fuss about it... he wouldn't have a choice but to kill him. A heartbroken Saiyan was one of the most dangerous things alive. He'd learned that in the past. Bardock... After the planet's destruction, the warrior had spiraled into an untameable madness that even Frieza had found terrifying.

He shook those thoughts clear of his mind. It wasn't important. "Just try to get as much rest as possible, ok?" he said, kissing Vegeta's forehead softly. "I hope you're ready to really be pampered like the prince you are!"

Vegeta laughed softly, his cheeks turning a delicate pink.

*Frieza is over the moon! Vegeta's survival is not only affirmed, but so is his pregnancy! But with this little bundle of joy comes a boatload of doubts and problems just waiting to arise. Nappa and Raditz will surely react poorly to all this news. What will come of it? Will Nappa really try to attack the powerful tyrant in a fruitless attempt to save his Prince? And what is Raditz's part in this story??? Find out on the next episode of Heart Attack!!!*