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Freeza's Rule	By : AnonymityGranted Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2366 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tongue in Dirt
This chapter will show off some of Raditz skills. Speaking an alien trade language, knowing something neither Vegeta nor Nappa know, and getting over on them, just for once.
“Kassend, dref juik!” shouted Apru to the passing crowd, he was a Nessirian trader. Although Nessyra operated under Freeza’s rule many of its merchants were well connected outside the Cold Empire, and they had established a flowing black market. Since they were outside the law they went without scouters and therefore were unintelligible to those who did not speak their tongue. They were not the only ones, dealing with the black market meant either learning many tongues quickly or trusting someone who did. You had to know where to go, to whom, for what and when. Here on Planet Freeza #28 it was no different.
“Raditz, get the supplies,” ordered Vegeta. Vegeta spoke the Saiyan tongue, he spoke Acrosian, Nemekian and Icejin, but he did not speak Nessirian. Normally it was not necessary; many of these languages were dying, due to Freeza’s insistence that those under him speak one tongue. The saiyan language in itself was an amalgam of their frequent travels, with a major influence from Acrosian. However, Vegeta’s problem was that he considered the Nessirians to be a primitive, weak race, not worth his time or effort. In his own words, he considered lowering himself to speak their language to be the same as sticking his tongue into the dirt.
Raditz wiped at the bloodied nose he’d acquired from Nappa on the way to the market, before stepping up to the alien.
“Apru, se dref,” said Raditz greeting the merchant. Nappa sneered at them in an unpleasant way. Later on, after a few beers, he would be accusing Raditz of flirting with the alien.
“(As it is good to see you alive and well),” said Apru in response. He pressed his forearm to Raditz’s in greeting, as he did the suckers that lined his arm stuck briefly to Raditz’s own arm. This was a Nessirian custom that symbolized goodwill, a gesture unknown to most.
“(We need supplies, more of the dried stuff.)” said Raditz plainly. Nappa loved to negotiate, violently, but Raditz didn’t need too. Arpu was a straightforward creature, and a sensible one. He knew that if Vegeta felt even a bit slighted he might as well forfeit all his goods and his life.
“(Nice, bruise, the bald one again?)” said Arpu with a gesture towards some of the merchandise on display.
“(Yes, but his highness is waiting,)” said Raditz shaking his head and pointing towards Arpu’s storage tent. This was a dance they’d done many times over the years and they both knew it well. Arpu slithered off to the storage tent, returning quickly with their order. If Raditz knew him as well as he thought he did, their supplies had been rolled up and siting just inside the tent since this morning. The Nessirian was nothing if not efficient.
The coveted supplies consisted of powdered Geriov herb, a healing plant that while not illegal was restricted to use only under supervision by Freeza and Freeza was always careful about accelerating the saiyan healing process. It was why the always got the slower older model tanks than the new ones. Or why their injuries could not be tended to in time for them to take two lucrative missions.
They also got Sbril root, a bitter, rubbery plant the expanded in ones stomach, giving relief from an empty belly, for even a saiyan, for a few hours. This too was not technically illegal but they would receive more than a few dirty looks if they requested it in their normal supplies.
Lastly was a concoction, secreted directly into Raditz’s vest, made specifically for Raditz. A combination of a few different things but the end result was that it would prevent Nappa’s vile seed from taking root. Raditz hated the smell of it but he had no choice, he made by without when he had too but he’d prefer to have it. He was still young in Saiyan terms, only 17 to Vegeta’s 16, his voice had only just begun to deepen. He wasn’t sure if he could have a child now but he couldn’t ask Nappa so it was better to be safe than sorry.
Raditz had once been tempted to think his status was born of Nappa’s lust fill imagination, or even an outright lie and, while that wasn’t a comforting thought, it was a more secure one. The aliens in the med bay had turned his worst fears into reality when they confided in him that his insides differed from what their diagrams of what a male saiyan’s insides were supposed to look like. He managed to convince them that he was simply malformed but otherwise healthy. These days Raditz often woke up from a dream where it was not Nappa’s hulking form astride him but Freeza’s or Zarbon’s. Nappa often told him that breeders were known to be weaker in both mind and body so he forced himself to train just as hard as Nappa and Vegeta and to treat the other soldiers just as cruelly.
Arpu was the exception, his race had known the saiyan race well enough that when he caught Raditz attempting to steal an abortive concoction a couple years ago he took one look at his World Trade Organization uniform and bruised face, and another at Nappa before putting it all together. He’d promised then to prepare this concoction for Raditz when he was older and actually needed it.
(Thank you, for everything you have done for me,) said Raditz as he took the supplies he scowled at Arpu for effect and the Nessyrian bowed to hide his smile.
“Hurry up,” yelled Nappa. He was growing impatient, they had hours before they were required to leave and Nappa probably wanted to hurry off to the bar. Vegeta rolled his eyes and threw his money pouch at Raditz. Raditz made a show of counting out a paltry amount and Arpu made a show of not being happy with it but accepting. If only Vegeta knew that the very metal the coins were made of were worth a small fortunate on another planet Arpu would visit they would both probably end up on the wrong end of Vegeta’s Galic gun. Raditz gave the pouch back and shot a quick nod to Arpu when Vegeta and Nappa turned away.
They walked a good distant with Nappa twitching with anticipation. Finally they came to a cross road, “I’m going to find a decent meal and spar meet me back at the pods in three hours,” said Vegeta. He gave Nappa a small sum, which would be all, wasted on alcohol, and then gave Raditz an even smaller sum.
“Yes, Vegeta,” said Nappa and Raditz
Vegeta strutted off his own way. Nappa caught Raditz’s arm as they watched Vegeta walk away, when the young prince was out of sight Nappa held out his hand and wordlessly Raditz gave him the money Vegeta had given him. That too would be wasted on alcohol.
“Meet me here in two hours, don’t be late,” said Nappa. Raditz nodded and began to walk off but before he took two steps Nappa grabbed his arm again. “Where are you going to be?” Nappa asked glaring at the younger saiyan.
“Just wondering the marketplace, I want to look around,” said Raditz as tonelessly as he could manage.
“Don’t get into trouble, Freeza’s been watching this planet. And don’t get caught stealing again it’s way more trouble the you’re worth,” commanded Nappa relinquishing Raditz’s arm.
‘Can I have some of my money then?’ thought Raditz, but he knew better than to say it aloud. Raditz stepped away, feeling Nappa’s eyes bore into his skin until he turned a corner, from there he took a winding, confusing path that deposited him at the back of Arpu’s tent.
“(Ah, back again I see, my young friend,) said the alien in greeting as Raditz ducked into the tent.
“(Yes I will regret it later when Nappa comes looking for me but I can’t take his controlling behavior much more,)” responded Raditz
“(I don’t understand why you need to be so secretive about the preventative I made you, I would think both he and Vegeta would support its use,)” said Arpu
“(Nappa already uses my biology against me; it would just be another tool to add to his control. I need to be in control of this, of something or I’ll lose what little sanity I have,”) said Raditz
“(Your visits here are never predictable, I may not be able to get the mixture to you regularly, we aren’t even sure it will work, if they knew perhaps they’d make allowance-)” said Arpu before Raditz cut him off.
“(They’d hold it over me, Nappa would take it from me then breed me only to force it down my throat the moment his seed took within me, he is just that cruel. )” shouted Raditz, when he’d finished speaking the anger had already left him, he bowed apologetically to Arpu, though the alien paid no mind.
“(And Vegeta?)” asked Arpu
“(Would despise me for wasting his time and effort to get the drug, he might decide to just kill me and spare himself the trouble,)” muttered Raditz still ashamed of his behavior. Arpu was quiet for a moment.
“(You could be wrong, but it is not worth the risk if you are right,)” he said finally, Raditz nodded though Arpu didn’t see it as he was up and moving towards one of many shelves,
“(As for control, what if I could offer you a brief taste of it?)” he said as he rummaged through a box, Raditz shot up, his attention now completely ensnared.
“(I’m listening,)”

The plan was simple, the result was while not completely satisfying, was what the Nessarian had promised, a taste, one glorious, tantalizing taste to savor for the rest of his days.
Raditz easily found the bar Nappa was currently wasting all their money at with the aid of his scouter. The great behemoth was drinking tankard after tankard in one gulp. Raditz had slipped up to him quietly placing one hand on his shoulder and using the other to drop the pellet into his drink as he turned toward him.
“It hasn’t been two hours yet,” Nappa grunted, glaring critically at him. Raditz sighed he only needed a few seconds for the pellet to dissolve.
“I was just, I’m really hungry, I just wanted to see if you’d loan me some money,” Radit said making sure to stutter just alittle. As predicted, Nappa made a face, before shoving him backwards, he made a show of falling to the ground, keeping Nappa’s eyes on him rather than his fizzing drink.
“Pathetic, you can’t even go a few hours without food; a real saiyan warrior can suppress their appetite but then all breeders are good for is bedding and breeding. You’re not even that good at that, weakling,” sneered Nappa
Raditz shoved the small amount of offense he felt at that into the darkest recesses of his being and pulled at his sense of pride and stretched it around himself. Physically, however, he put his hands up in a placating manner.
Alright, I’m sorry, just thought I’d ask. I’ll get out of your way,” he said, raising from the ground slowly as if he were facing a wild animal, but then Nappa could hardly be described as anything else. Nappa kept his eyes locked on him, he probably suspected Raditz of pickpocketing him, he’d been blamed for it before and he was even guilty of it occasionally. The drinks surface had smoothed out it was done.
Nappa patted his pocket but made no move to stop Raditz from leaving. Raditz moved quickly out the door and moved a good distance away. The pellet had a dual purpose, the first would be immediate and the second would be worth the trouble. Arpu had promised the secondary results to be slow acting but worth it. Raditz quickly headed off to find Vegeta. As he went he heard the bar behind him explode, and the people around it panic.
In the end it took nearly a month before the drug took effect. Both Vegeta and Nappa broke out in painful broils and rashes. They were so grotesque and feverish that Freeza himself handed down the command to quarantine the two. Raditz was spared by virtue of volunteering to rebuild the damage Nappa had caused on Freeza #28 a few weeks before.
He boarded his pod quickly, and spent the week it took for the rashes to wear off in the good company of Arpu and stories of his home world.
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