(Author note: I'm ending the poll early, its like double for the No Harem, so the end result in my eyes is Toji x Freeza. I'm also tired of no and yes comments.
Hope you guys don't mind.
Enjoy the chapter)
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The emerald sky had cleared after hours of acid rain, leaving the jungle of the planet glistening with deadly beauty.
Droplets clung to the blue-purple vegetation, refracting light into miniature rainbows.
Toji sat at the mouth of the cave that had become their home over the past month, cradling his newborn son in his arms.
The infant's features were a perfect blend of his parents - Toji's jet-black hair, but Freeza's eyes and pale skin.
Despite the mixed parentage, Megumi appeared entirely human in form, with no visible bio-gems or armored plates.
"Just you and me now, kid," Toji murmured, gently adjusting the makeshift blanket wrapped around his son.
It had been only hours since Freeza had fled. She'd stood there, staring at their child with an unreadable expression, before rising silently into the air and disappearing into the emerald sky without a word.
Toji would never admit it aloud, but the cave felt emptier without her. The silence was different now - not peaceful, but hollow.
"What the hell am I supposed to do with you?" he asked the infant, who blinked up at him with those unsettlingly familiar violet eyes. "I don't know the first thing about babies, let alone half-Frost Demon ones."
Did Megumi need special food? Would he develop Freeza's Frost Demon characteristics when he grew older? Would Earth's atmosphere even be suitable for him as a baby? Freeza it most definitely would've with how resilient she is, but was that always the case?
Did Frost Demons even grow up fast like they did in the womb, or would he son age normally?
So many questions, so no damn answers.
Megumi stirred in his arms, making a soft mewling sound that wasn't quite crying but definitely showed discomfort.
"I know, I know," Toji sighed. "We can't stay here. But I... I'm not yet ready to leave."
He glanced out at the jungle. The acid rain had stopped, making it safe to venture outside again. (Though to be honest, that was more an excuse to still remain in the cave longer. He could've protected them with a Ki bubble. But he won't admit that.)
They needed supplies before attempting the journey to Earth - assuming Earth still existed. He had no way of knowing if Goku and the others had defeated Cooler.
"First things first," Toji decided, his natural practicality asserting itself. "You need a carrier."
Using vines harvested from just outside the cave, Toji fashioned a makeshift sling to carry Megumi against his chest. He lined it with the softest leaves he could find, creating a secure pouch that kept the baby close while leaving his hands free.
"How's that?" he asked, looking down at Megumi, who had settled contentedly against his warmth. "Not exactly designer baby gear, but it'll do."
With his son secured, Toji ventured deeper into the cave to gather what few possessions they had accumulated during their stay - crude tools, containers for water, strips of dried meat from their hunts.
As he packed, his mind worked through their options. His powers had fully returned, which meant he could create a ki bubble to sustain them in space.
The journey to Earth would take time, but it was their best option. Once there, he could find Bulma and Dr. Brief - they would know how to help with Megumi, if alive. They were smart after all. And he honestly had no other options.
"Before we leave," Toji said to the infant, who watched him with surprising alertness, "there's something I need to do."
The jungle was alive with sound as Toji made his way through the familiar paths they'd traveled together. Strange birds with six wings called from the canopy. Luminescent insects buzzed around flowering plants that snapped shut at their approach.
He moved with practiced caution, avoiding the deadlier hazards they'd discovered during their month on this world- though now they were no longer deadly to him with his might returned.
The Absorption Pools were particularly treacherous - innocent-looking amber puddles that would dissolve anything organic within seconds. Freeza had tried to push him into one during their first day together.
The memory brought an unexpected smile to his face. When she'd tried it again three weeks later, and failed also, she'd been so annoyed especially when he'd sensed the danger and dodged at the last second, sending her tumbling face-first into a patch of mud instead.
"Your mother doesn't lose gracefully," he told Megumi, who gurgled in response. "Should've seen her face covered in mud. Thought she was going to blow up the whole planet. She probably would've too, if she could then."
Their first crash site came into view - a massive crater now partially reclaimed by the blue-purple vegetation. This was where it had all begun, where they'd awakened powerless and immediately tried to kill each other.
Toji stood at the edge, remembering how he'd attempted to strangle Freeza in her sleep that first morning. She'd retaliated by trying to feed him to the animals later.
"We didn't exactly have a conventional courtship," he admitted to Megumi. "Your mother tried to kill me at least once a day for the first two weeks."
He carefully picked his way down into the crater, Megumi secure against his chest. At the bottom, traces of their first fire pit remained - blackened stones arranged in a circle, the ground still scorched despite the jungle's attempts to reclaim it.
Toji crouched beside it, running his fingers over the stones.
"This is where we first talked - really talked," he said softly. "Not the usual banter. Where we actually discussed our first kiss together- if it could be called that."
Toji lingered there and as he did, he remembered also their first geniune conversation with each other over their world views.
The memory was vivid: Freeza sitting across the fire, her white hair gleaming in the firelight, her eyes reflecting the flames as she explained her vision of empire with unexpected eloquence.
He'd been surprised by her willingness to actually listen and talk, having thought her till then, one who could not see beyond their own nose when it came to other's words and views.
"You know, we later talked again too. This time about how we saw the world. She actually told me power wasn't just about physical strength," Toji continued, speaking more to himself than to Megumi.
"It was about influence, resources, information. An emperor with a million soldiers is more powerful than a lone warrior, no matter how strong."
"I didn't say it then, but I agreed with her. Didn't want her to know that I wasn't as arrogant as I showed myself to be." he admitted, as he rose to his feet.
As he climbed out of the crater, an unexpected wave of emotion hit him - a tightness in his chest that he refused to acknowledge.
He wasn't sad. He wasn't missing her. He was just...concerned about their son. That was all.
The stream where they'd first hunted together flowed with amber water, mineral-rich and slightly luminescent in the shadows. Toji knelt beside it, filling a container he'd brought while keeping Megumi safely away from the water's edge.
Something glinted among the rocks - a piece of Freeza's white bio-armor that had broken off during one of their fights.
He picked it up, turning the fragment over in his hands. It was surprisingly light, almost crystalline in structure, with an iridescent quality that shifted colors as it caught the light.
Toji stared at it for a long moment, then tucked it carefully into the pouch he'd fashioned from animal hide.
"Your mother is complicated," he told Megumi, who was watching a six-legged creature scuttle across a nearby rock with fascination. "Most people only see the tyrant, the monster who's destroyed worlds. And she is that - make no mistake."
He paused, choosing his words carefully even though the infant most likely couldn't understand him.
"But she's also brilliant. Strategic. Sometimes even funny, in her own twisted way."
Toji remembered a night during their third week when they'd been trapped in the cave by acid rain. Freeza had casually mentioned a planet whose inhabitants communicated entirely through interpretive dance.
"She told me she'd attended a diplomatic meeting where the alien ambassador danced for six hours straight, trying to convey a simple trade agreement," Toji said, smiling at the memory. "By the end of it, she was so bored she almost blew up the planet just to make it stop. But she didn't - she said the wine they produced was too good to waste."
He looked down at Megumi, who had fallen asleep against his chest.
"That's who your mother is - someone who can appreciate beauty even while contemplating genocide. I don't think there's anyone else like her in the universe."
Seated by the stream, Toji removed the fragment of bio-armor from his pouch.
After a long moment of looking at it, using precise control of his ki, he carefully split it into two equal pieces, then began to shape them.
The material responded to his energy, becoming malleable under his power. He worked slowly, meticulously, shaping the first piece into a small oval with smoothed edges.
When he was satisfied, he pierced a small hole near the top, then threaded a tough vine through it, knotting it securely to create a necklace.
The second piece received the same treatment, though he made this one slightly smaller.
When both were complete, Toji slipped the larger pendant around his own neck, the iridescent fragment resting against his chest.
The smaller one he carefully placed around Megumi's tiny neck, adjusting it to ensure it wouldn't choke the baby.
"There," he said, his voice deliberately matter-of-fact despite the significance of the gesture. "Now you've got something of hers too."
Megumi's tiny hand reached up, tiny fingers closing around the pendant. Something in the material seemed to resonate with the infant, whose eyes brightened as he clutched it.
"Yeah," Toji murmured. "You recognize it, don't you? It's part of her."
Near the crash site lay a small clearing filled with strange, bulbous fruits hanging from low vines. Toji approached cautiously, remembering all too well what had happened when Freeza had consumed one.
"The Fly Grove, as I like to call it whenever we passed by it. Drove your mom nuts." he told Megumi. "This is where she got high as a kite."
The memory was oddly precious now - Freeza staring in wonder at patterns only she could see, laughing at the sky, her usual composure completely abandoned. It was the first time he'd seen her truly unguarded.
"She kept pointing at the air, acting as if the colors were talking to her," Toji recalled, smiling despite himself.
Megumi chose that moment to start fussing, his tiny face scrunching up in what would soon become a full cry.
"Hey, hey," Toji said, awkwardly bouncing the baby in his makeshift carrier. "What's wrong? Are you hungry? Wet? How am I supposed to know?"
He tried adjusting Megumi's position, checking the makeshift diaper he'd fashioned from soft leaves, making soothing sounds that felt ridiculous coming from his mouth.
"I've fought beings who could destroy planets," he muttered, "but I have no idea how to handle one crying baby. Some father I am."
To his surprise, Megumi quieted at the sound of his voice, violet eyes fixing on Toji's face with an intensity that seemed impossible for a newborn.
"You like that? Just hearing me talk?" Toji asked, continuing to bounce gently. "Well, I can do that. Not much of a storyteller, but I'll work on it."
After a long moment of silently continuing to bounce the baby, Toji spoke again:
"How did you do that?" he whispered to Megumi. "How did something so small become so important so quickly?"
The mountain cave that had been their final shelter held the most intense memories. Toji stood at the entrance, Megumi sleeping peacefully against his chest.
Inside, the remains of their life together were still visible - the fire pit where they'd cooked their meals, the bed of furs where Megumi had been born, the crude tools they'd fashioned together.
And where they'd first given in to their attraction.
Toji's mind drifted to that night - the storm raging outside, the tension that had built between them finally snapping. The way Freeza had looked at him, fury and desire mingled in equal measure.
"It wasn't supposed to happen," he told the sleeping Megumi. "We were enemies. We still are, I guess."
But that wasn't entirely true anymore, was it? Something had changed during their month together. Their attempts to kill each other had become less frequent, more like dangerous games than genuine murder attempts.
They'd begun to talk - really talk - about their lives, their philosophies, their views on the universe.
He'd found himself looking forward to those conversations, to the challenge of matching wits with someone whose intellect rivaled his own.
And somewhere along the way, without noticing it happening, he'd begun to see her differently. Not just as a powerful adversary or a convenient ally in survival, but as...
Toji shook his head, refusing to complete the thought. Whatever he felt for Freeza was complicated, messy, probably unhealthy.
She was a genocidal tyrant who had abandoned their son without a second glance. Any feelings beyond that were irrelevant.
He didn't even know why he was talking so much about her. Maybe he just wanted Megumi to know a bit about his mother. (But deep down he knew that was an excuse. Megumi most likely won't remember this. Unless Frost Demons had memories as good as Saiyans.)
Megumi stirred against his chest, making small hungry sounds that quickly grew more insistent.
"Shit," Toji muttered, suddenly realizing what he missed. "You need food. What do half-Frost Demon babies eat?"
He had no idea if Megumi required milk like a human infant or something entirely different. Did Frost Demons even produce milk? Freeza had never mentioned it.
"We need to figure this out fast," he said, his mind racing through options.
Using his ki sense, he scanned the surrounding jungle for anything that might serve as nourishment for an infant.
To his surprise, he detected a cluster of small animals not far from the cave - tiny six-legged creatures that resembled a cross between rabbits and lizards.
Their ki signatures were remarkably pure, almost luminous compared to the other predatory beasts of this world.
"Worth a try," Toji decided, setting off toward them.
Hours later, with Megumi fed and sleeping contentedly (the meat pounded into paste, and mixed with water, had proven acceptable nourishment), Toji stood on the highest mountain peak of the planet, looking out over the alien landscape.
The binary suns were setting, casting twin shadows across the blue-purple jungle. In the distance, strange flying creatures performed aerial dances against the emerald sky.
It was beautiful, in its deadly way. A planet that had changed everything for him.
Toji looked down at Megumi, studying the features that blended his own with Freeza's. The infant's tiny hand was wrapped around the bio-armor pendant, clutching it even in sleep.
"It's you and me kid," he said softly, the first words he'd spoken aloud in hours. "But we'll make it work."
He'd spent the day preparing for their departure, gathering supplies and plotting their course, remembering the direction he flew to when fighting Frieza and the Spaceship flew to Namek.
Earth was distant, but reachable. With his powers fully restored, he could create a ki bubble large enough to sustain them for the journey.
More importantly, he'd come to a decision. Whatever Freeza chose to do - whether she returned to her empire or sought them out or simply disappeared into the vastness of space - he would raise their son. Not out of obligation, but because he wanted to.
Because somehow, in the span of a single day, Megumi had become the center of his universe.
"Your mother might come back someday," Toji told the sleeping infant. "Or she might not. Either way, you'll always have me. I promise."
He touched the pendant around his own neck, the iridescent material catching the last rays of the setting suns.
"And you'll know who she is, what she is - the good and the bad. I won't lie to you about her."
With that promise made, Toji gathered his power. His white aura flared around him, illuminating the mountaintop like a beacon.
He extended his ki outward, creating a bubble that grew larger and larger. The sphere expanded to an enormous size, comparable to a small moon.
Inside this massive construct, he created a smaller, more concentrated bubble around himself and Megumi.
The dual-layered approach would allow the larger bubble to serve as an oxygen reservoir, ensuring they had enough air for the long journey to Earth.
With one last look at the planet where everything had changed, Toji launched himself and Megumi into space.
The massive ki construct glowed like a second moon as it left planet's atmosphere, carrying father and son into the void.
Inside, Toji held Megumi close, their matching bio-armor pendants glinting in the light of distant stars. His expression was resolute but tinged with sadness.
As Earth's solar system appeared as a distant point of light, Toji whispered to his sleeping son:
"We'll be okay," he promised, though whether he was trying to convince Megumi or himself remained unclear.
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(Author note: Hello everyone! I hope you all liked the chapter!
So, a bit of Toji's private thoughts finally shown. Yeah, Toji is more emotional about the situation than Freeza- he is human after all, and far younger.
So, do tell me how you found it.
I hope to see you all later,
Bye!)