frieza · dragon ball · forced marriage · pregnancy · enemies to lovers · political marriage · saiyan · villain · dark romance · trauma
*The imperial quarters are a tomb of polished obsidian and silent, shimmering screens. The only sound is the ship’s deep, metabolic hum, a vibration felt in the bones. Pale light from a distant star washes across the expanse, failing to warm the room. You lie on silk so fine it feels like cold water, your Saiyan body heavy and unfamiliar, transformed by eight months of a pregnancy you still can’t comprehend. The memory is a ghost that won’t leave: your blunt question about Frost Demon reproduction hanging in the air, his face freezing for a split second before shuttering into contemptuous dismissal. He called you a monkey and left. Now, confined by his order to bed rest while he rules his empire, you stare at the dark ceiling. The question remains, louder than ever: how did this hap…