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Unwanted Mating	By : NLDCat Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7101 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part Twenty-One: Trying to Make the Best of Things

Bardock's nerves are nearly shot to hell by the time he's rejoined. He's also against the far wall trying to keep as much distance between him and the other Saiyan. "Now, now," Turles comments, "You would think that you were AFRAID of me."

"I hate you," he replies curtly.

"I am well aware of that...but you and I know there are two VERY good reasons for you to come here to me."

Bardock hated to do as he was told when it came to Turles. Unfortunately, his pride wasn't worth what could and WOULD probably happen to Raditz and/or Braiden if he refused. Despite how much he hated this male, despite the fact that the LAST thing he wanted in this whole universe was let him touch him, he forces himself from the wall and approaches the smug Saiyan. "What else can I do for you?"

"Come with me...and I'll show you."

It was NOT a good idea and Bardock knew it...but he also knew he had no choice in the matter. Knowing that this was NOT going to end well...Bardock does as requested and follows the other male. 'Why did I EVER have to deal with you in the first place?'

Ending up in what was obviously the male's set of suites doesn't make him feel much better in the scheme of things but he is not surprised. The male's touch makes him flinch. The chuckle he gets doesn't make it any easier. "Do you mind keeping your amusement to yourself?" he demands.

"Aww, 'Dock, you could TRY to enjoy yourself, you know."

"You're a sadistic bastard and I am supposed to try and ENJOY myself? You really ARE insane, Turles."

"Oh, is that the problem then? You want me to be GENTLE?"

Bardock glares at him. "I want you to drop dead, Turles."

A moment later finds him on the bed with the male straddling him. "Ah, Bardock, such spite. I know you don't treat Tora like this."

"Tora doesn't disgust me like YOU do!"

"Guess, I'll just have to make you warm up to me then won't I?"

"You'll never manage it."

Turles chuckles. "Ah, but then you obviously haven't learned not to challenge me."

"I might have agreed to sleep with you for the sake of my son and grandson...but I will NEVER enjoy time with you."

Slowly, Turles slides his hand up his shirt brushing bare skin. "We'll see about that, 'Dock."

Try as he might, Bardock can't keep himself from shivering at the touch and he is pretty sure that this is going to end BADLY. The urge to tell Turles to keep his hands to himself becomes increasingly difficult but he had two good reasons to keep himself from uttering the words.

Losing his shirt doesn't make him feel much better about things but he doesn't fight about it. The sight of Turles gazing at his naked skin just made him want to grab a blanket and drag it around himself. It made him feel so dirty. "Mmm, you haven't changed at all," Turles purrs softly, "Still so lovely, 'Dock."

"I really MUST insist you quit speaking so informally to me," Bardock tells him curtly.

"And?" Turles asks as he slides his hands into the edge of his pants before drawing them down as he gets off of him. Bardock hates being naked across the male's bed with his gaze roving over every inch of him.

"Don't do that," he tells him.

"Do what?" the pirate asks, a smirk appearing that lets Bardock know he is quite aware of how he was making him feel.

"Don't gaze at me like that; it's unnerving."

"I can't help that you are so nice to look at, 'Dock."

"Do you mind? I don't particularly care for the scrutiny."

"Mmm...but you make such a tempting morsel."

Bardock looks away from him unable to stand the way he made him feel. "Just get this over with," he grits out, "and quit with the commentary."

"Well, gee, you do know how to bruise a guy's ego."

"Lying doesn't become you."

Turles laughs. "You know me too well, 'Dock," he murmurs as he draws closer to him again. It takes everything Bardock has to keep himself from tensing. "Oh come now, you need to relax or this won't be very pleasant for you."

"It's not going to be pleasant regardless of what I do so…" Bardock shrugs his shoulders.

"By the time I am done with you…you're going to be BEGGING for me."

"I doubt it."

Turles smirks. "I don't."

*****POV Change****

Raditz is not pleased when the door opens in the midst of feeding Braiden. "Oh, my...isn't this cute," Turles comments.

"Do you need something?" Raditz asks trying to ignore the scents wafting of the male. It would not help to become angry at things that could not be changed. They were stuck right now and he had no choice but to let his father make the rules.

"I figured YOU might be hungry."

Truth was that Raditz COULD use a little something to eat. He just...wasn't sure that he wanted to test how far the male's promise of protection went. "No, thank you."

"You don't trust me."

"You just raped my father...so no."

Turles chuckles. "I assure you...he was begging for it."

Something clenches tightly in Raditz's chest. "That still makes it rape."

"Splitting hairs are you?"

"No, speaking from experience," he tells him curtly.

"Hard life, huh? Sorry to hear that...but you still need to eat. Your son there depends on you keeping your health up. Do it for him if no one else."

That he was being patronized by his father's rapist rubs him the wrong way but he fears that any sort of angry response will just go back on his father and there was no way he was going to stress him out any more. "Fine," he agrees.

"I figured you would see it my way."

Raditz re-dresses before following the older Saiyan from the room. Braiden snuggles settling against him full and content for the moment. Raditz could only hope that would remain the truth for awhile because he has no intent of trying to feed his son in the company of anyone this bastard kept company with.

He feels extremely out of sorts to walk into what had to be the mess hall...because he instantly becomes the center of attention. "Ease up," Turles comments, "They have been told that until I tell them differently, they are to keep their hands to themselves."

"The long and short of it: as long as my father lets you fuck him I'm safe?"

Turles snickers. "Something like that."

That just made things so much worse but he was sure that retorting like he wants to will only make Turles hurt his father worse. Silently, he makes a vow that when they got out of this; he was going to make this bastard pay because NO ONE hurt his family members.

It's with great reluctance that he takes a seat still holding Braiden to him. He didn't much care for the leers aimed at him. "Remind me to kiss your father when we get home," he says softly to Braiden, "Because as much of an ass as he is...he's NEVER made a look at me that was quite THAT disturbing." To be completely honest, he was almost looking forward to getting home because at least THERE he didn't seem to feel like he was covered in sludge.

If not for Braiden, Raditz isn't sure that he'd be able to eat. His stomach was twisting badly enough that he was afraid anything that he attempted to eat was going to come back up. He just couldn't afford to be sick right now. "You eat. I have a few things to attend to...but like I said, you have nothing to fear from my crew...though I can't vouch for them keeping their comments to themselves...but then I can't blame them. You are such a stunning creature."

"Go...before I really AM sick."

Turles blows him a kiss before he walks out of the room. Raditz forcibly tells his stomach contents to stay where they are. He's just not sure it's going to work. 'why do I have to get into these stituations?' he wonders, 'and why, dear gods, WHY did it have to involve my father too?' If that wasn't bad enough, he realized that at some point...he'd begun to MISS Broly. Maybe his mate would think it pressing enough to at least come and save Braiden.

"Well, aren't you just cute?"

Raditz flinches at the tone. "I don't particularly care for being spoken to like that," he replies tersely.

"Pity. You are such a tempting morsel." This from another individual who he was NOT about to focus on.

"He's a little more than tempting...hopefully that father of his decides to say no to the captain because I so want to bend him over and..."

Raditz can't do it anymore and abruptly flees the room before what little food he had in his stomach comes back up. He gets halfway down the hall before leaning against the wall cradling Braiden. "I...really am going to kiss your daddy when we get home," he whispers to Braiden, "Because HE has never said anything as disgusting and de-moralizing as THAT." Braiden merely snuggles closer offering his own brand of comfort to his mother.

"Raditz?"

His father's voice makes him turn quickly. The sight of the male barely clothed makes him want to find Turles and hurt him but he knows better. Bardock takes ONE look at his son and a sighs. "I am sorry that you are being put through this."

"I could definitely live without the commentary."

Bardock gently touches his arm. "For what it is worth, I am VERY sorry about all of this."

"How...did THIS come about?"

Bardock sighs. "It's a long story that I...don't particularly want to get into."

"That painful?"

"Yes," he admits.

"Very well." Pushing his father wasn't a good idea and he didn't really want to cause him stress anyway. There was enough of it between them as it was. "Do...you think Broly will come after me?"

"If not you then Braiden."

"Yeah...I guess."

"Do you WANT Broly to come after you?"

Raditz looks away for a moment. "I...I can't get out of this...so the next best thing is to just accept it. Regardless of how he feels...of course part of me wants him to FEEL something for me."

"That's nothing to be embarrassed about, son."

"He's a heartless prick and there is NOTHING wrong with wanting that?" he demands, "Really?"

"Raditz, listen to me; I know that there is nothing that you want more than to have a mate of your own who treats you like you deserve because that is what we ALL want. You have no reason to feel any guilt for that regardless of WHAT personality the male you are stuck with has."

"It's feels like it makes ME the biggest idiot on the planet."

"You're not."

Raditz sighs. "This is such a damn mess."

"Oh, yes, I definitely agree with that," Bardock says softly, bitterly.

"Dad?"

Bardock shakes his head. "Don't worry about it, kiddo. Come on, I think it would be best to return you where you came from before one of his fellow pirates decides NOT to listen to him."

"Do you know where we are?"

Bardock smiles sadly. "I wish I did."

Something was wrong, every molecule of Raditz's being felt it...but he knew that his father wasn't going to tell him if he didn't want to. He just hoped it wasn't anything that couldn't be fixed.

*****POV Change*****

Bardock sees Raditz to the room and lets him before closing the door. It takes everything in him not to breakdown against the door. Squeezing his eyes shut, he struggles to get a hold of himself before turning and walking back down the hall. He had something to finish. The door slides open allowing him into the ship's bridge and he walks up to the captain's seat to gaze at the console. Turles had certainly traded up, he notes as he sees the distance traveled. This ship was fast, of that there was no doubt. He slowly slips into the seat and taps the screen lightly before getting to work. The hollow, empty feeling seems to consume him but he works through it knowing that if he didn't, he was just going to give up and that wasn't acceptable. Behind him, the door slides open but he merely continues what he is doing. "Turles isn't going to be happy with you, I hope you know."

"I don't care at the moment. I am getting Raditz home."

"You take a big risk."

"Is he...still preoccupied?"

"He's unconscious if that is what you mean."

"Good. Then I have time. The message is sent. Now, I just need to get Raditz to that planet and all will be well."

"Are you sure that you want to face Turles over this big an act of defiance?"

"I am NOT submitting my eldest son to this. He has a newborn son. He's going home. Turles will deal. It's that simple. Would you just...please help me with this?"

"You know I will," he replies softly, "You know I'm a friend to you, Bardock."

"Thank you."

The other Saiyan smiles softly, sadly. "I just...I hope you know what you are doing."

"So do I."

A moment later, there is a soft beep and Bardock looks at the screen. A slight smile crosses his face. "Go and collect them...and make sure Tora gets this...okay?" he says sliding something to the male.

"Of course, Bardock."

Bardock watches the male vanish from the room and a look of despair appears. "Forgive me, guys...but I...won't be coming back this time," he says quietly.
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