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Unwanted Mating	By : NLDCat Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7101 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or any of the characters from the show and I am writing this purely for entertainment purpose with no monetary gain.

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Part Sixteen: Promise Made

"Go to hell!"

Tora finds himself smiling despite the fact that Raditz was all but snarling at him. "Get up, brat. I know you're pissed off and horny but you need to eat."

"What. Did. I. Just. Say?"

Gently, he scoops the form out of the bed and walks out of the room before letting him down easily in a tub of cold water. He smirks at the strangled sound that escapes the male before he glares up at him. "I told you FIVE times to get out of the bed, 'Ditz."

"I am PREGNANT and in HEAT!"

"Oh, I KNOW that," Tora replies, "Hell, I think races FOUR galaxies knows it, too. It STILL stands that you are NOT hiding in that bed for a week."

"I'm hardly DECENT company like this!"

"You are FINE, Raditz," he says before gently splashing the male, "Now quit being a brat and do as you are told."

"I just...I WANT..."

"I know what you want, kiddo, but you know WHY that would be a bad idea right now."

"I DO...but tell that to my damn libido..."

Tora chuckles softly. "I know it's a pain to have to deal with but you'll get through this, I promise."

Raditz looks up at him. "You're...taking this WAY too well."

Tora's eyes soften. "Why shouldn't I, Raditz?"

"I'm a goddamn mess and YOU handle it way too well."

The older male gently tugs his hair. "You forget, brat, that I've been in love with your father for years so...it would stand to reason that I would care for his sons now wouldn't it?"

"We're grown, Tora. We're not really something you need to worry about."

"Really? Well, I'll be sure to take that under advisement."

"Would you PLEASE be serious?"

"Then don't be stupid about things."

"Oh, I am being stupid?"

"Yes, you are."

"How am I being stupid?"

"Raditz," Tora says softly, "You need to stop being so hard on yourself about things. You're stressed enough as it is."

"Still..."

"Get dressed and come and eat," Tora tells him firmly before withdrawing from the room. Realizing that he had no choice, Raditz just does as he's told. It doesn't take him long to rejoin him.

"Your tactics are barbaric, I hope that you know that."

"Oh, I realize that."

Raditz gives him a look that clearly states his annoyance. Tora merely smiles and slides him a plate. "Why did my father pick you?"

"I put up with him?"

"You don't answer a question with another question."

"Your point?"

Raditz scowls. "What do you want from me? I don't feel like being sociable."

"I don't care if you are sociable or not, you need to eat."

"Most people DON'T bother me when I am like this."

"I am not MOST people, Raditz."

"I can see that."

"Well, good. I was beginning to wonder at your ability to notice things."

Regardless of his moodiness, Raditz can't help smiling at that. Tora knew how to ease a situation. It was what he loved about the older male. "Fine, fine, you know me better than most...are you happy with that knowledge?"

"Oh, you have no idea," Tora murmurs.

Raditz goes a silent a moment. "Still...this was hardly fair to ask of you."

"Not this again," Tora sighs, "Raditz, I don't mind. You need some space from the psychopath you ended up with. It's fine."

"Until Broly blames this mess on you."

"Newsflash, kiddo, I've dealt with more problematic Saiyans than Broly."

"Yeah, but none with his power."

"Maybe not...but it doesn't matter."

"When you end up facing him...you might think differently."

"We'll see."

Raditz wasn't sure that was something that he DID want to see. "Honestly...do you think that there is ANY chance of this getting any easier?" he finally asks.

Tora looks at him across the table and knows what Raditz WANTS to hear, knows what the male so desperately WANTS to believe. He weighs his options quickly. "Well...a lot of that depends on if he can get control of his power before it makes him any more unstable."

"You are leaning towards 'no' aren't you?"

"Honestly, I can't tell you...but I can't say that it looks good for you two. However, with that being said, he COULD surprise you."

"Or..."

"Don't do that," Tora immediately interrupts, "You are in NO condition to be going over everything that could possibly go wrong."

"Would it surprise you to hear that I REALLY regret agreeing to this?"

"Not at all."

"Well, I do."

"And you know that 'Dock hates that you are going through it, too."

"Him and Kakarot both."

"Which is why I am glad that I am not trying to handle HIM right now."

Raditz snorts. "Kakarot is NOT that difficult."

"No, but once he gets going...so does Vegeta."

Raditz rolls his eyes. "That is true...which makes me glad that I am not Nappa right now."

"He definitely has his work cut out for him."

"He's not the only one who does." Fasha's troubled tone from the doorway makes both Raditz and Tora look towards her.

"What's wrong?" Tora asks immediately.

"What do you think?" she counters.

"Has he left Vegeta-sei?"

"No...but it's only a matter of time."

Raditz knew immediately who they were talking about. "Is...everyone okay?" he asks her.

"Oh yeah...but Bardock is getting increasingly annoyed with him...and you know how Bardock is when he's annoyed."

"My father CANNOT stand up to him!"

"Well, I got news for you, kiddo, he DID and he's STILL breathing."

It did NOT make him feel any better knowing that. He was putting way too many people at risk with this...and that wasn't acceptable. How could he be that selfish? "Oh no," Tora says immediately, "don't even THINK about it, 'Ditz."

"Tora..."

"The answer is 'no', brat."

"He's going to get HURT and for WHAT?" he demands.

"You are going to have to LEARN one of these days that Bardock is NOT going to stand idly by while his FAMILY is threatened. You let him handle Broly because I think he and Jyel are the only two who CAN."

"I don't want him DEAD for his troubles!" Raditz fires back.

"Trust that he knows what he's doing, Raditz."

"It's not HIM I don't trust!"

"I understand that...but you know your father. He has always been this way and he's not about to change to suit YOU. It's best for you to just let it go."

Tora's words echo in his mind hours later. His father had always done as he saw fit, the consequences be damned. Raditz just isn't sure that this was a consequence he really wanted him facing. Seated cross-legged on the bed, he contemplates everything that was going on and struggles to come up with a solution. There just wasn't one to be had that was favorable. He presses his palm against his stomach lightly. He wanted this child so badly...but was it worth what he was putting his family through?

There was a code on the pods. Somehow, he's not surprised. "I don't think so, Raditz."

"I can't...put my father in danger like this, Tora!"

"You let your father handle his own choices, Raditz. You have enough on your plate."

"But..."

"No, Raditz. Bardock will be fine."

"I never should have asked him..."

"He's your FATHER, Raditz. Protection of his sons NATURALLY falls to him...and if he wouldn't have done it, I sure as HELL would have."

"It's putting EVERYONE at risk!"

"We don't mind that, Raditz."

"You should."

"Perhaps...but that is not the way we do things."

"Sometimes...I wish it were."

"I know you do. Come on. You are going back inside. You aren't getting off the planet."

"Tora..."

"Yes, Raditz?"

He bites his lip a moment. "If...things...get too bad...will you and father take care of your grandchild?"

Tora gently pulls him close. "You know we will, Raditz...but I am hoping that it does NOT come down to that."

Raditz closes his eyes resting against him. "So...do I...but...I just need to know that there is somewhere safe for my child to go."

"There is," Tora promises softly, "There will ALWAYS be."
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