*Thanks to Denia for reminding me to "get a move on" with this fic :P
This is for you, babe!
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There was a knock on Frieza's door.
"…" Frieza looked in the mirror as he tried to treat the wounds his father has just given him. He found it hard to reach the wounds that were mostly around his waist and back, and bit his lip in pain when he applied to disinfectant to them.
There was another knock.
"Yes?" Frieza answered.
"Frieza-sama, you have a visitor." A female voice told him.
"Who is it?" Frieza asked the servant.
"Frieza, it's me." A familiar boy's voice replied.
"Vegeta?" Frieza gasped. "I – hang on a moment!" he quickly put the disinfectant down and picked up his armor.
"Hurry up!" Vegeta's impatient voice complained.
"Come in." Frieza said.

The door opened, and Prince Vegeta entered.
"Does your father know you're here?" Frieza asked.
"Well of course he does! So does yours."
"My father never said you were coming."
"Perhaps it slipped his mind." Vegeta shrugged. He jumped up and sat on the bed.
"Make yourself at home, why don't you?" Frieza mumbled.
"Well until you do something, this will BE my home!" Vegeta frowned.
"Not this again…"
"I don't see what your problem is." Vegeta looked at him. "Kold can't do anything to you – and if he does, I'll… I'll get my father to set the saiyan army on him!"
"I don't know what you mean." Frieza turned away. "My father never does anything to me anyway."
"Frieza, I may be a child, but I'm not a stupid one." Vegeta answered. "I know what's going on here. My father may not believe me when I say –"
"Your father?!" Frieza gasped, spinning round to face him.

"Yes, my father." Vegeta nodded.
"What did you say to him?!" Frieza demanded.
"Just the truth."
"Which is?!"
"You know what it is. I told him Kold was abusing you –"
"You did - -" Frieza clenched his fist. "You had no right to say that! It's not even TRUE!"
"Then how did you injure your eye?" Vegeta challenged.
"I told you how, I was training! You get injured in training, it's easily done."
"I don't believe you."
"Believe what you want." Frieza said bitterly.
"I will." Vegeta replied.

He shook his head.
"But anyway – that's not why I'm here."
"Why are you here, then?" Frieza asked.
"Well, I told my father I wanted to get to know you a little better." Vegeta began. "But I really wanted to tell you something."
"Tell me what?"
"I know how we can stop this wedding – and you don't even have to tell Kold." Vegeta grinned.
"I don't understand." Frieza said. "How can we stop it without telling my father? Or yours, for that matter?"
"We're having a traditional changeling wedding ceremony, right? Just like we had a changeling engagement ceremony?"
"Yes. I'm afraid my father wouldn't agree to our marriage if he didn't get his own way." Frieza sighed.
"Well, changelings have huge ceremonies, don't they? With hundreds of guests – they invite every single person they know."
"Yes, yes…" Frieza nodded. "But I still don't see how that helps. What is your plan?"
"Can you get hold of a guest list?" Vegeta asked.
"Yes, probably."
"Get one – and tell all the guests that the wedding has been moved to say… a few years from now? Or better still, tell them it's been cancelled!"

"Wh – What?!" Frieza's eyes widened.
"Think about it. I know your father, what are the chances that he will let us go on with the wedding if his guests aren't there?"
"I…"
"It will at least delay the wedding if anything, and perhaps our fathers will see sense in the meantime."
"But what if they don't? Which I doubt they will."
"It's still a few more unmarried days – weeks, months, years! Does it matter?" Vegeta pleaded. "Please, you have to! I don't want to get married at all yet, and especially not to an older man."
"Vegeta, I don't want this anymore than you do, but –"
"It's worth it." Vegeta promised. "I guarantee it."
"…" Frieza looked at the ground.
"Don't worry, our fathers won't find out until it's too late. We have nothing to lose."
"And we may not have anything to gain, either."
"Trust me."
"…" Frieza sighed. "Alright, I'll do it." He looked at Vegeta. "But we mustn't keep meeting up like this, my father at least will start to become suspicious. We don't see each other until the wedding, alright?"
"Agreed." Vegeta nodded. "Thank you, Frieza."
"You're welcome…"