I grunted as the bed shifted violently, a small foot colliding painfully with my hip.
"Mama! Papa!"
"Kuriza! Be careful!" Frieza barked. "You are going to hurt your mother jumping about like that!" I moaned and snuggled down into the blankets. I had been sleeping so peacefully and wasn't thrilled with the abrupt wake up call. I felt the blanket tugged down as a soft cheek pressed against my own.
"Sorry, Mama," Kuriza said, nuzzling me. I grunted in response, not awake enough to speak.
"I thought your nurse maid was watching you," Frieza grumbled.
"She's asleep," Kuriza explained. "I wanted to see you both. I haven't seen you of Mama for days." I peeked open my eyes, looking at the little boy who now sat on the bed, sucking his thumb. I was struck with an instant sense of guilt. When Frieza had tasked the nurse maid with keeping him, I had been too out of it to say one way or another on the subject, but in hingsight, it wasn't really fair to him. It was like he was being punished because of the actions of a rogue citizen. I wrapped him in my arms, hugging him to my chest.
"I missed you, Mama," he whimpered, nestling into me.
"I missed you, too, sweetie," I replied. Kuriza pulled away from me and scrambled to his father, plopping down in his lap and snuggiling against him.
"I missed you, too, Papa!" he said. Frieza looked down at the boy in surprised before slowly wrapping an arm around him. Kuriza hugged his father, then wriggled off his lap and dove beneath the covers. I blushed and quickly reached for the nightgown that lay on the side table, previously left ignored when Frieza and I had begun our passionate exchange. I pulled it on as innocent red eyes stared at me blankly.
"Mama, why are you naked?" he asked.
"It was hot," I lied. He gave me a disbelieving look.
"Were you and Papa making more babies?" he questioned. My face flushed and I stared at him with wide eyes. Frieza burst out laughing at my side, falling back onto the bed. I glared at him. Kuriza looked between us, confused. Frieza reached out, pulling his son to lay on his chest, his hand stroking the chocolate bio-gem on the boys skull.
"Yes," he told him. "Mama and Papa were trying to make another baby."
"Because the bad man killed my sister?" Kuriza asked. Frieza's expression fell and he looked over at me. I moved to lay down beside the two, my head resting on the tyrants shoulder.
"Almost," I said. "No one will replace your sister."
"I want to kill that man," he declared with a fierce expression.
"I think Papa has him taken care of," I explained. Kuriza looked at his father with a pout.
"But Papa," he complained.
"Don't sulk, son" Frieza said. "He's still alive. You can have your fun with him."
"Can Mama watch?" he asked. I looked at him, unsure of how to answer. I knew he wished for me to see him exact his revenge and show his strength. To him, this was no different than when I watched him fight the guards, showing off his powers.
"I do not think Mama should see that," Frieza said, giving his son a significant look.
"Oh, right," Kuriza said. "Cause she's not used to it?"
"Correct," Frieza said. "We can go this afternoon. After your studies." I smiled at the two, glad for the father/ son bonding, despite the macabre theme of it. I draped my arm over the two, snuggling with them. Kuriza slide from his father's chest, nestling in the sliver of space between his father's and my body. He had the most content smile on his face and I couldn't help but look up at Frieza, my expression one of maternal adoration. He gave me a small smile and pinched my chin briefly.
"For now," the tyrant said. "Let's go back to sleep."
"Mama, can you make me a brother this time?" Kuriza asked suddenly. I looked over at the emperor, glaring as he burst out laughing again.