DBZ X-Readers

Frieza x Reader Pt. 11 'Mother'

"Why would the King do that?" you asked, smiling down at Kuriza, stroking his face, and generally just trying to calm him down.

As the shot fired you ducked forward, clinging to Kuriza--for what reason, you weren't sure, you just felt that it was vital you do so. Kuriza started crying when a shot came a little too close and singed his fingers.

"She has the young Lord!" one of the elites shouted, "Ceasefire!"

"If I hit him, we'll just say she did it." The first shouted, "And besides! No witnesses!"

"But--"

"Oh, the hell with it, he's right! The kid'll rat to his father and THEN where will we be?" said another.

Shot after shot continued to come at you, and you ducked among the shelves as each shot tore through and created an awful smell of burning wood and paper. The others had split up, and you were too busy trying to figure out how to avoid the next blast, wondering if they would punch you...

"It's okay," you said in a brief moment of concern. You noticed that Kuriza had been crying. "It's going to be alright. I won't let them get you."

Suddenly a blast found its way to your shoulder from the back, and you yelped in pain--paling when you noticed the spreading redness under your shirt.

So this was it, then.

You looked back to Kuriza, though, who you could tell was even more frightened than you. You had faced death several times before, but he--he was a child. He shouldn't even have to be seeing things like this.

Let alone dying himself.

"It's alright," you said, falling to your knees as another shot grazed your arm and exposed bone, "It's going to be alright. Just close your eyes, okay?"

You wrapped your good arm around him as he obeyed, shaking.

"It's going to be alright."

You looked up only to realize you were in a corner.

"One more. Right in the back. Then we can get the brat."

Your vision was blurring, and you took a deep breath as you heard the cannon charging once again.

But it didn't fire.

You were puzzled, but leaning heavily against the wall--shielding Kuriza from seeing whatever it was, and given your blood loss you were too shaky to turn around and look anyway.

"Lord Frieza!" came the voice, "We--" There was a strangled sound.

The last thing you heard before blacking out was an angry yell, but who it was from was a mystery.

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"Mama?"

That can't be right... you thought, I must have died...maybe that's...

"Mama?"

Your eyes blearily opened, and you saw...the glass of a healing tank. But...if you were here...why did you feel so weak?

You reached out to touch the glass, blinking to clear away your blurry vision. That was when you saw Kuriza.

Why is he calling me mama? you thought.

But you blinked, and he was gone.

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You slept for what felt like forever, and woke once more. This time on...

...on a hospital bed? When had you moved out of the healing tank? Why hadn't you...

"Mmph..." You started to shift. Every muscle felt weighted down, but somehow, you managed it. You looked around and saw that the room was completely empty. Well, it was a medical bay after all. But someone would be along sooner or later.

You pushed back the sheets and realized that you were in a hospital gown...and your stomach was smaller.

Much more so than it was when you...

You pulled the gown up and looked quizzically at the large scar across your stomach. How...what...? Had they removed the baby? Had you lost him?

There was a quick knock at the door, and you saw Kuriza peek out from behind it just after you put your gown back down. "You're awake! You're awake!"

He rushed over and clambered up onto the bed to sit next to you. "Brother wants to see you."

"Brother?"

That was when the door opened again.

In walked Frieza, carrying a blue bundle.

"What...?"

He glanced up and you went silent as he approached. To say you were feeling...odd...was an understatement. This whole affair, this entrapping you, and the child now being here, and...

But then you looked down at that little face, so much like Frieza's. Only a few minor differences betrayed that he had any other blood--the pale skin on his face was much more peachy, like yours, but he still had the pink stripes, and on his head was a purple biogem, though of a much lighter shade than Frieza's. You unwrapped the bundle of blankets a bit and looked over his little hands, little feet--and that tail. You smiled at it, and then at him when he opened his eyes.

Dark. They were dark, just like yours.

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*Frieza's POV*

If I didn't have her before, I do now.

It's not just the child.

It's not just Kuriza.

It's not even her attachment to me, if it exists.

Her power level has been permanently altered by her injuries and the traumatic nature of the birth, (thank you, saiyan biology. Never thought I'd say that, but really, when you consider what happens to the mother's body in a time of crisis...) and certainly not for the better.

She will never be powerful enough to fight me.

She will have no choice but to be happy with what I will give her.