Could I Request A Final Part To A Yandere Frieza X A Female Demon Reader That Acts Like Cherri Bomb From Hazbin Hotel?
The Reader Tries To Get Along With Frieza’s Older Brother & Father Without Causing Any Issues With Them Which Turned Out Successful By The End.
2 Months Later, The Reader Founds Out She’s Pregnant With Frieza’s Kid & Decides To Tell Him With A Gift Box She Made With The Help Of Some Shopping With The Hotel Crew (Which The Reader Introduced Them To Frieza Later On) Unaware That He Is Preparing Some Kind Of An Eventful Proposal To Her.
When She Returned, She Gets Introduced To Some Kind Of A Romantic Setting With A Candle-Lit Dinner & An Entire View Of The Galaxy Much To Her Surprise As Frieza Planned This Event (The Ginyu Force Decorated The Place ^^’). As They Finished Their Dinner, The Reader Decided To Give The Tyrant A Gift Box Which Inside Are A Set Of A Baby Onesies Much To Frieza’s Shock & Amusement That He’s Going To Be A Father & He Decided To Popped The Question To The Reader Which She Gladly Said Yes.
During Her Pregnancy, Frieza Became Quite Protective & Possessive As The Reader Is Carrying His Heir Which She Always Teasingly Assured Him That No One Is Gonna Hurt Her & The Baby. One Night Is Like Any Tender Night With The Tyrant Giving Attention To Her Belly When His Hand Felt The Baby’s First Kicks Which Surprised Frieza Causing The Reader To Chuckle At The Sight Saying That The Baby Is Talking & Would Tease Him While Rubbing His Shiny Head Which Ended With Frieza Deciding To Give Her A Pleasurable Night.
Two months had passed since the infamous “family dinner incident,” and somehow the galaxy still hadn’t imploded.
Y/N had managed to charm King Cold with clever diplomacy and Cooler with sarcasm sharp enough to match his own.
Miraculously, Frieza didn’t kill anyone over it. In fact, he almost looked proud.
Since then, things aboard the ship had shifted. Frieza still ruled like a tyrant, terrifyingly efficient, cold to everyone else, but when Y/N entered the room, something in him softened. It was subtle: a lowered tone, a glance that lingered a second too long, a tail that coiled near her without thinking.
They still bickered, still tested each other, still caused Zarbon to drink three times as much caffeine as usual, but there was warmth beneath the chaos now.
And lately… she had a secret.
It started with a trip back to the hotel.
The Hazbin guys had lost their minds when she told them she was seeing Frieza. Angel shrieked. Husk dropped his drink. Charlie tried to be supportive but kept nervously glancing at the ceiling as if expecting a death beam.
And when she told them she was pregnant?
“Babe, you’re having a space baby?” Angel nearly fell off the couch.
“Technically… a half-space baby,” Y/N corrected.
“Oh that makes it so much better,” Husk muttered.
Still, they helped. She dragged them into every intergalactic boutique she could find, arguing over baby clothes and wrapping paper until the pile of shopping bags nearly reached the ceiling.
Angel helped design the gift box, pink bows, glitter, and fluff. Vaggie rolled her eyes, Charlie cried, and Husk complained but secretly smiled when she wasn’t looking.
By the end, the box was perfect: small, elegant, with a note that simply read
“For the universe’s most dangerous softie.”
When she returned to Frieza’s ship, she expected another long debrief, maybe a scolding for vanishing on “unapproved personal business.”
Instead, Zarbon met her with a nervous smile.
“Lord Frieza requests your presence on the observation deck.”
“Am I in trouble?” she asked.
“...Not exactly. But wear something nice. He’s in a mood.”
That was never a good sign.
When the doors opened, her jaw actually dropped.
The entire deck had been transformed, soft lights, candles floating like stars, a dining table set against the vast sweep of galaxies. The Ginyu Force hovered awkwardly nearby, wearing matching bow ties. Ginyu himself looked way too proud.
“Lord Frieza insisted we make it ‘romantic,’” Zarbon muttered behind her. “I take no responsibility for the rose petals.”
Frieza turned as she entered, smiling with that infuriating mix of smugness and sincerity.
“Welcome back, my dear. I trust your… travels were productive?”
She raised a brow. “You did all this just to ask about my shopping trip?”
“I’ve been informed mortals enjoy gestures,” he said smoothly, offering his hand. “Consider this one… indulgence.”
Dinner was surprisingly peaceful; laughter, teasing, and a rare glimpse of Frieza actually relaxing.
When they finished dessert, she pushed the small box across the table.
“Before you say anything, yes, it’s pink, and no, you can’t vaporize it.”
He gave her a look that could melt steel, then lifted the lid.
Inside: tiny, soft baby onesies. White fabric trimmed with gold. The smallest one had the words “Tiny Tyrant” embroidered across the front.
For once, Frieza went silent. Completely.
“Surprise,” she whispered, biting back a smile.
His tail slowly uncoiled, wrapping around her waist. His eyes, usually so sharp and predatory, softened in a way she’d never seen before.
“You’re…” He exhaled, voice lower than usual. “You’re carrying my heir.”
She nodded, playful but trembling a little. “Guess we’re officially a family, huh?”
Frieza’s lips curved, not into a smirk, but something real.
He rose from his chair, stepping closer until the starlight caught the glint of something in his hand.
A ring. Silver, intricate, the kind of thing that shimmered like the edge of a comet.
“My dearest chaos,” he murmured, lowering his voice. “You’ve made me question every law of the universe. So tell me, will you continue to drive me mad for the rest of eternity?”
Y/N laughed softly, tears in her eyes. “I’d be honored, shiny.”
Her belly grew, and so did Frieza’s obsession with keeping her safe. He personally supervised the guards outside their quarters, banned missions within fifty light-years, and snapped at anyone who even looked at her the wrong way.
She teased him endlessly for it.
“Relax, dude. Nobody’s touching me or the baby.”
“That is precisely the point,” he’d reply, arms crossed, tail twitching.
But late at night, when the galaxy was quiet, his walls fell away.
He’d rest a hand on her stomach, silent, reverent.
Then one evening, a flutter beneath his palm.
He froze.
Y/N’s eyes softened. “Oh… there. Feel that?”
Frieza stared, genuinely speechless. “It... it moves.”
She laughed quietly, brushing her fingers over his cheek. “Told you. The baby’s saying hi.”
His hand lingered, trembling slightly, the first time she’d ever seen him unsure.
Then his expression shifted, warmth melting into that familiar, dangerous devotion.
“Already strong,” he murmured, “just like its father.”
The stars outside shimmered as the lights dimmed, her laughter echoing through the room, his voice a low hum against her skin.
The night faded to warmth, to the sound of two heartbeats, one steady, one new, beneath the endless sky.
