I smiled as I felt a hand carding through my loose hair before dropping to trail along my throat. I turned my gaze over my shoulder and saw Frieza standing behind me. He tilted his head to the side, the corners of his lips tugging up slightly. His crimson gaze dropped from mine to the small, squirming creature in my arms. My smile widened as I looked down as well, my heart swelling. Artica looked up at his father and me, his tiny fist crammed into his mouth. His tail curled around my waist and Frieza chuckled.

"You were very well behaved for your presentation, Artica," Frieza cooed over my shoulder. The Emperor had been beyond pleased when his youngest son had regarded the crowd silently as he was shown off before throngs of people and cameras as the newest child of the royal family. Artica now snuggled against my breast, his dark lips seeking out my nipple. I smiled and tugged my gown aside, watching as he latched on with a sleepy smile.

I had worried that the blend of our genes would produce some strange looking creature, but my fears had been quickly alleviated, nature doing a far better job than I could have ever hoped for. His skin was a pale blue, flowing over his chubby form smoothly down to the tail still wrapped around my wrist. His chest, ribs and shoulders sported white bio-plates, his eyes the same color as mine but pupiless. His bio-gems had turned out the most interesting. They were the color of my hair, but brighter, more jewel like. On his head, a long oval went from the front of his skull to the back and sprouted long stands of hair, the same color of his bio-gems. I often thought it looked as if someone had melted and pulled at jewels until they were the thinnest thread, then attached them to his skull.

I looked back at Frieza, seeing his vermilion gaze locked on his son, watching as he nursed. The emperor seemed fascinated by the practical function of my breast and often watched as Artica was fed. Behind us, the door opened and Kuriza came bounding in, his feety pajamas rumpled, no doubt from struggling to escape the haggard nurse maid that followed him. Frieza dismissed her to her own rooms as the little boy clamored up onto the couch. Large red eyes took in the interaction with his younger brother with slight jealousy.

"Mama," he whimpered, "I want milk too!"

"Kuriza, we have discussed this," Frieza admonished. "You are not a baby."

This was something that Frieza and I had not expected to encounter when I gave birth. While Kuriza loved his baby brother and thoroughly enjoyed doting upon him, he was becoming increasingly dependent on Frieza and I. When I had vented my frustrations to Duria, he had laughed.

"My eldest did that," he had told me. "It's normal. More so for Kuriza who has never known a mother until you came along. He's jealous over what he missed out on."

"What should I do?" I had asked him.

"To a certain extent, indulge him," Duria had suggested. "But remind him that he is a big boy and you need him to act like one to help you and his father. Having special one on one time with him can help as well."

I now chuckled at my eldest son, pulling a full Artica from my breast and passing him over to Frieza to burp. The tyrant placed the infant on his shoulder and patted his back while I cradled Kuriza, letting him latch on to my other breast and suckle.

"Darling..." Frieza began with a scowl.

"Let him," I said gently. "It won't do any harm."

"Spoiling," Frieza said.

"It is not," I told him. "Many species nurse their young for a substantial amount of time and in many earth cultures it is customary to nurse for several years."

Frieza rolled his eyes as he smoothed one hand along his infant sons back.

"I received an interesting call," he said conversationally.

"Oh?" I asked. "From who?"

"Vegeta's woman. Burma, I think her name is," Frieza said. "There is some bi-universal tournament taking place and the Earth warriors wanted to know if I would attend."

"Bi-universal?" I questioned.

"The god of destruction from this universe and the one from another universe apparently have a bet going," Frieza said. I arched a brow and nodded my head as though what he said made perfect sense.

"And what did you say?" I asked.

"I agreed," he replied. "It would be an interesting event. And turning down the God of Destruction is not a wise choice."

"And what am I to do while you fight?" I inquired, tugging my nightgown back into place as Kuriza released my breast. I watched him snuggle against me, contentedly, his thumb going to his mouth.

"I have been told that you will be allowed to attend as a spectator," the tyrant said, moving around the couch to sit beside me.

"Sounds like fun," I said. "I say we go." Frieza chuckled and leaned forward, his lips brushing over mine teasingly before he tilted his head and deepened the kiss. Kuriza gave a grunt, giving his father and I a sleepy glare. Frieza smirked, trailing his dark lips over my jawline and down my neck.

"Yes," he agreed. "It will be interesting."

DHMB: And that's the end, there isn't any more!

I would like to say THANK YOU for all the reviews, PM's and encouragement. This has been one of the more difficult fan-fictions I have written. The idea came to me one day while watching the Final F movie. "What if Frieza found love?" In Thirty Three chapters I tasked myself to make the valiant attempt at showing him growing and changing but still trying to keep true to his character as a ruthless tyrant. I hope I have done him justice in your eyes. Thank you again.