"I'm sorry." Frieza spoke to the last guest. "I know, there were high hopes for this wedding… but it was just too hard to do. The problems? Well, Vegeta and I weren't too thrilled with the idea… but King Vegeta also decided that even at fifteen Prince Vegeta would still be too young to marry – Yes, I know. Young marriages are common for changelings but not for saiyans." He listened a little more while the angered and disappointed guest ranted on. "Yes, yes. I'm sorry. If there are any changes you'll be the first to know, okay? But for now the wedding is cancelled." He silently gave a relieved sigh when the guest seemed to back down a little. "Alright. Yes. Yes, I promise you. Okay. Bye." He hung up.
"Whew!" Frieza lay down on his bed, and just as he did another voice came through his scouter.
"Frieza? Are you there?"
"Vegeta?" Frieza frowned. "What is it?"
"Did you do it? Did you call all the guests?" Vegeta asked.
"I just finished now." Frieza told him.
"Good."
"Yeah…" Frieza mumbled.

Vegeta was a little put off by his tone.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"… We won't get away with it." Frieza said.
"What do you mean?"
"I was thinking about it before," Frieza began. "We're supposed to get married in ten years, what are the odds that father won't find out we've told everybody the wedding is cancelled?"
"… It won't happen." Vegeta told him.
"You didn't think about that, did you?"
"Well neither did you!" Vegeta frowned. "Not until you'd already started telling everybody, right?"
"… You're right." Frieza sighed.
"We've told everybody the wedding is cancelled now, so we might as well stick to that. You can't guarantee Kold's gonna find out anyway, can you?"
"… I suppose not. Although it's pretty unlikely he won't."
"Well we've done it now."
"… Yes, you're right." Frieza said. "We'd might as well just hope nobody wants to talk to him about it…"
"That's it. So I'll see you some other time, then?"
"Yeah… bye." Frieza switched off his scouter, hoping Kold wouldn't find out about his guests.

~~~3 weeks later~~~

"FRIEZAAAAA!" King Kold's voice bellowed throughout the palace. Frieza raised his head with a gasp. His blood froze.
"I –" he was about to run out of the room to hide when Kold broke the door down.
"WHAT do you think you are doing?!" he roared.
"Father, I –"
"Telling everybody the wedding is cancelled, what a nice little stunt you pulled!" Kold snarled. "Did you really think I'm so THICK I wouldn't notice in ten damn years?!"
"No, I –"
"I know you're not thrilled with the idea of marrying the prince but this is going TOO DAMN FAR!" he didn't even give Frieza time to react before he slammed his fist into his son's stomach. He watched as Frieza coughed up blood and just managed to hold himself up on all fours.
"You haven't gotten away with this." Kold hissed. "It was a guest that called me about the cancellation, and I told them what I'm going to tell everybody else – and what I'll tell you, as well."
"Huh…?" Frieza looked at him.

Kold smirked.
"Fool, Frieza. I suppose you thought that by doing this you could get a little more time as a free man, hm?"
"…"
"Well you were wrong." Kold told him. "In fact, you were better off before. At least you had ten years alone then. But now…" he looked at Frieza. "You have a week."
"WHAT?!" Frieza's eyes widened and he collapsed to the floor.
"That's right." Kold said. "You will NOT get away with this, Frieza! I'm going to discuss things with King Vegeta and see if it is possible to get you married in a week – a MONTH maximum!" with that, he stormed out.
"… Oh, fuck…" Frieza coughed again.