A/N: So I've been playing with this idea for months now, and I thought it'd be interesting to see what Frieza would be like as a father, but with a twist. What if, instead of having just a son, like everyone thinks he would, what if he also had a daughter? Well, this is my version of that, and it will look at everyone's reaction and treatment to her, and just how he'd interact and deal with a little girl, and how I think he'd be as a father. I'll also be going a bit into detail on my own theories about his species and how they reproduce and their different customs. Also, there'll be A LOT of OCs in this, and some switching from past to present occasionally. This fic starts from when his daughter is born and would go straight up to (probably) when Frieza battles Goku on Namek.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DRAGON BALL, DRAGON BALL Z/GT, SUPER OR ANY OF THAT STUFF. THE ONLY THING THAT BELONGS TO ME IS THIS IDEA (not really since others tried this already) AND MY OCs.

PROLOGUE

Location: Planet Frieza 79 – Elite Quarters

Time: 2:00 AM

Year: Age 735, December 15th (Lol do they have months in space?)

I couldn't feel my own body as I lay there, a sniveling, pathetic portrayal of my usual self. I was drenched in my own sweat, large beads flowing down the crown of my head on to the bed, forming a literal pool of sweat as I clutched on to one of my throw pillows. My claws dug into the silk – practically shredded the thing. My teeth were clenched so tightly – I didn't want anyone to hear me cry, hear me scream. No, that would never do. I, the embodiment of terror, synonymous of death and sorrow, the ruler of the universe, would never let anyone hear me in such a compromising manner. I tasted blood on my tongue, my own blood from my surely bruised gums.

My body, which is naturally cool, felt like it was tossed in lava that was heated a hundred times over. I tossed like a wild beast, clutching my abdomen, hissing as yet another arrow of blinding pain shot through me. I tried to get up, at least to my knees, but was knocked over by the growing heaviness inside me; it was moving, oh it was moving so annoyingly slow. Why couldn't it just be over it, and spare me such dramatics? This pain, this pain which is indescribable to anyone who never experienced it; it was as though my body was being torn into two from the inside, my muscles stretching to impossible length, my mind nothing but a mess of incoherent noise. Breathe. That's what I had to do. Breathe and relax, breathe and… dammit! Why is it hurting so much!? This didn't happen before – no, the last time was tame compared to this hell I was going through.

Was it supposed to hurt that much? Should I call someone? When I tried to call for someone, anyone, all that escaped my mouth was a cry that I could not believe came from me. It was like some strangled animal struggling for life. Technically, that's what was happening; this thing was fighting for freedom, for its first stages of its miserable 'life'. Life, pah how ridiculous and so ironic! I did not want to bring life – I lived, thrived on destruction, on death, on misery. Hmm, that seemed more appropriate; this was sheer and utter misery for me. A gargled growl flew out my throat and I angrily pulled the rich silks off my bed and into a tortured heap. I lay on my back, the cool scales of my tail supporting my desperate form; I was panting like some mongrel in search for water… how truly pathetic!

How something that was supposed to be 'natural' and 'beautiful' to my species cause such mind blowing pain to a being of my power, of my strength, was the greatest mystery of the universe's time. As if anything about this was even remotely natural; what had I done to even cause this? I should've known, I should've learned from my own experience. For months I'd been ailing (when do I ever get sick?) If I had only paid attention to the tell-tale signs, to the bizarre dreams that plagued me, to the odd warm feelings that came at the most random times… my appetite had changed too. I also grew even more impatient than I already was, and my temper became volatile, and I wouldn't even try to hide it. Honestly, it was literally right in front of me, but I blew it off; it couldn't be what I thought it was. Never in a millennium would I have willingly subjected myself to such prolonged torture. But my body clearly had a mind of its own, and its mind was just as brutal as mines. I tried to focus, tried to think of something that would ease this madness somewhat; my vision was blotchy and red, and it felt like I was getting a monster of a fever. Another jolt of pain caused me to gasp, and I felt something trickle down my lower parts. Stabs of excruciating pain came faster and faster as I bit my tongue, drawing even more blood to fill my mouth.

Then, I rolled over on my stomach again – the spasms quickened and the heat was unbearable. Then suddenly, a shock wave of white, blinding pain overtook me as an explosion erupted in my body, and for a moment all I could see were swirls of neon colours. I felt when my entire bed became drenched in a gooey, sticky, sickly sweet substance that coated my body. The room was spinning and I couldn't get a hold of myself, or even a grasp on my sanity at this point. I looked like something straight out of horror, eyes bloodshot, blood and another substance trickling down my mouth, panting and sweating profusely. I was an utter mess. After a few minutes of waiting, I shakily got to my hands and knees. I felt sore all over, especially in my now opened region where my bio-skeleton protected my more sensitive area. I tried to focus, tried to think and tried to find it. Find the cause of this dilemma I'd gone through – was it really just one? It had to be or it wouldn't have lasted that long.

In the dark of my room, I used my hands to feel around on my soaked bed, trying to brush on its surface. And soon, very soon, I felt it; the smooth, cold stone. It wasn't a very big thing – no, for something this size to cause me such misery was laughable. But it did, and I was torn between relief and rage. Relief that it was finally over and rage that, it was really only just the beginning…