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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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Author's note: So...I am not exactly PLEASED with this part...and I think that I managed to make it REALLY OOC...but as I couldn't get anything ELSE to write out...I decided to post it and see what you all thought...so please, don't be afraid to be honest about this part because like I said, I don't know if it works well for the storyline...

Part Twenty-Six: Turning Points

Jyel hadn't wanted to do this because it was cruel to the extreme but Broly had just given him NO choice. Forcing the male to sit wasn't too complicated and he slips in a disc before starting it. He didn't really want to see these again but he was going to make his son watch every minute of EVERY one of them which meant that they would be here for a while. It served the brat right.

As he watches, he notes first the stunned expression before it turns to shock and as the disc goes on anger appears. He watches the male's fists clench and feels a sort of dark satisfaction. "Oh, it gets worse," he says conversationally, "This is disc ONE. There are twenty-six after this. And you get to watch them. Every. Single. One." Watching the male flinch makes him laugh softly, bitterly. "Oh, I don't feel at all bad for you, son. I warned you to stop being so unreasonable with him. Now, you are going to learn that there are REASONS you listen and do as I say."

He is as good as his word and shows them ALL to Broly. Finally, he pulls the last one out before looking at the male who's eyes are horrified. "Well, don't say I didn't warn you that he had been through hell, son."

As he watches the male shakes his head violently as if hoping to make the images vanish from his mind and hides a smirk knowing that it wouldn't be that easy. Broly beats a VERY hasty retreat and Jyel slides the discs back into the locked compartment. A soft sigh escapes him before he decides that he'd been up long enough and heads for his suites. While he was allowed in Vegeta's...he didn't much feel like dealing with his mate's opinion of his choice in punishment.

As he enters the room, he realizes that there hadn't really been a point to his actions. "Hello, Jyel," the male murmurs from his bed.

"I should have known you'd be here," he sighs softly.

"You thought it dire enough to make him watch those?"

"Yes," he answers as he slides his armor off, "He needed to see just what he was dealing with. Raditz deserves better than what he's got."

"Even at YOUR expense?"

Jyel pulls his shirt over his head. "What do you mean?"

"I am not stupid. I know how much watching that hurt you the FIRST time you did it."

"It was unavoidable," he replies as he leans down and takes off one boot and then the other, "Look, I really DON'T want to discuss my methods of dealing with my son with you...if you don't mind."

"Alright, come here."

Slowly, Jyel does so, slowly sliding onto the bed. He's a little surprised to be drawn into a kiss which makes him slide onto the male's lap. Once it's broken, Jyel finds his breathing is a little ragged. "V-Vegeta..."

"Hush," the male murmurs as he slides his fingers into the waistband of his spandex and tugs them down slowly. It's helped by the fact that Jyel lifts his hips up almost without thinking about it. "You're far too wound up, my own."

"Maybe I am," the redhead agrees softly.

"Then allow me to help ease that."

There was something to be said about being in someone's bed because you wanted to be, Jyel realizes as Vegeta draws him closer and presses a kiss to his mouth that is passionate and sends his senses reeling. He is trembling and flushed once it's broken and gazing into very heated eyes. The male he's straddling smiles obviously pleased with his reaction to him. "Please..." he whispers, "Vegeta...please..." His words get their positions swapped and he finds himself beneath the other male his red hair spilling across the pillows.

"Ah," Vegeta murmurs, "You are still such a stunning creature."

"I am not sure that I need my ego stroked...as much as I do enjoy hearing that," Jyel comments. The male chuckles before sliding a hand down between them making him whimper.

"No, you want OTHER places stroked."

"N-not...ahh...going to argue that point with you."

"I didn't think you would."

Jyel draws him back to his mouth not quite in the mood to continue talking. He could only hope that it DID help Broly and that it wasn't going to make things WORSE on Raditz...because that he could definitely live without.

***POV Change***

He wakes up stiff and a little sore having finally fallen asleep against Braiden's crib. Slowly, feeling centuries older than he was, he rises stretching his aching limbs. It would teach him to be that foolish in the future. Slowly, he makes his way to the kitchen to find himself something to eat before Braiden woke up hungry and wanting food himself. A soft, miserable sound escapes him and he wonders if at some point he would just get over his idiotic notion of making this work. Broly disliked him enough to tell him that this would never be a harmonious relationship. He just wasn't sure that he could raise Braiden in this sort of atmosphere. He deserved so much better. 'Nicely done,' he thinks miserably, 'What did you expect with how used and dirty you are? Being at your mate's beck and call is probaby the BEST you're ever going to do.' His dark thoughts probably didn't help matters but he felt emotionally at the end of his rope. He just wasn't sure the male would be any easier to live with once he finshed with Jyel.

Finally, Raditz can't take the solitude of the empty house any longer and takes Braiden to his uncles. This time he finds just Kakarot in the throne room. "'Ditz?" he asks.

"I...need to handle something," he says softly, "Can you watch Braiden for me?"

"You're going to look for Broly?"

"Yes."

"Big brother..."

"Kakarot, do NOT question my decisions," he warns.

"Okay, okay," the younger male murmurs before taking his nephew.

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me, yet. I think it's a bad idea to go and look for him right now."

"I know...but I am going to do it anyway."

"I know."

Raditz merely kisses his forehead. "Thanks for being here, little brother."

"I always will be...you know that, Raditz."

Nodding, the long-haired male slips from the room before he lost his nerve and came to his senses. 'Kakarot is right,' he thinks as he searches for Broly, 'You are completely insane to do this. Why don't you ENJOY the reprieve you get from him avoiding you?' Part of him knew the answer which was because he'd rather have the male in his personal space, in his bed than be alone. It didn't paint a promising image of him but he wasn't about to quibble over the truth. He just needed to find the male currently wreaking havok on his sleep. What he was planning on saying when he found him, he wasn't sure...but he just wanted to find him first.

It annoys him at how long it takes him to actually track the male down. "You're hiding from me?" In hindsight, it probably wasn't the best thing to pop off with but he just didn't care.

Broly turns from where he'd been gazing off into the distance. "I'm not hiding," he tells him curtly, "and certainly not from YOU."

"Then see this from MY perspective and you'd think that was bullshit, too."

"Why do you have to be antagonistic ALL the time?"

"Oh, I don't know let's see; I'm mated to a psychopath who enjoys tormenting me, my father is stuck mated to an even BIGGER asshole and there is nothing I can do about it, and oh, let's not forget that YOUR mother decided you needed MORE ammunition to throw at me so he makes you watch me at my weakest points! Is there ANYTHING in that list that doesn't give me the right to be SLIGHTLY unhappy?" he demands.

Broly stares at him. "You think I would do that?"

"Wouldn't you?" he demands.

"Why?"

"Why? Really? Did you actually WATCH the damn things?"

"Yes," Broly grits out, "Every. Single. One. Of. Them."

"Then wouldn't YOU hold it against me for being that WEAK?" he snaps at him.

Broly stares at him for a few long moments with an unreadible expression before he finally says, "I am not sure the weakness was YOURS."

"Really? Because I'm the one face down on the bed the weakness is somehow THEIRS?" Raditz demands, "You really ARE insane!"

"I have to wonder," Broly counters, "What went on BEFORE they got you in that position?"

"Does it matter?" Raditz demands, "End result is that I LOST and they got to take advantage of MY inability to fight back!"

"Oh, it matters. You FOUGHT back and you TRIED your best...does that NOT count for something to your tattered pride?"

"Newsflash; I FAILED!"

"It was NEVER a fight you could have WON!" Broly snarls back, "Haven't you FIGURED that out yet? It was NEVER something you could have AVOIDED! WHY else did he manage to ENSLAVE our ENTIRE race?"

His emotions were high-strung enough that he just could not keep his own pain contained any longer. "THEN WHY CHOOSE ME?" The anguished question had been the one that tormented him constantly, "He HAD Vegeta! WHY choose ME? I was NOBODY!"

"Will the truth be any easier for you to bear?" Broly asks.

"How could it possibly be WORSE?"

"Because it's obvious."

"What is?"

"The answer to your question."

"Then why don't I know what it is?"

Broly gives him an uncharacteristically amused expresion. "Because you don't see yourself the way the rest of us do."

"What is THAT supposed to mean?"

"It means that he chose you for the simple fact...that you are desirable, Raditz."

When the answer occurs to him, when the whole picture becomes crystal-clear, Raditz realizes that he had NOT wanted to know the truth, not really. "I..." Disgust and self-loathing fill his eyes, "I should have known that's what it came down to."

"That he had good taste is NOT a bad reflection on you."

"Really? REALLY? The bastard used me, he let his minions use me, hell he made VEGETA have sex with me but I am not to blame for this?"

"No," Broly says before looking at him puzzled, "He made you sleep with the prince?"

"Before he and Kakarot got together...yes," Raditz answers before a sad expression fills his eyes, "I don't...like thinking about that time."

"Why?"

Raditz is silent a moment before whispering, "I became pregnant."

"With his child?"

"Yes," he answers miserably, "He didn't know...and he'll never know I almost had one of his offspring."

"Almost?"

"Frieza found out...and forced me to miscarry...it entertained him," Raditz admits, "It...was...why I couldn't stay here while I was pregnant. I couldn't risk losing the child I carried."

"You trusted me that little." It was't a question but he treats it as such.

"You weren't careful with me, Broly, and I didn't think I would survive another miscarriage. I...HAD to put my child's welfare ahead of my own. That's why I risked your anger. I wanted to have Braiden too badly. I figured that even if you never came to care for me...at least Braiden might love me."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why choose to risk everything you had left?"

"Why agree to be your mate?" he queries and at the nod a bitter smile appears before he replies, "Because I couldn't let someone hurt the people I cared about. It's never been about me. I've always put the welfare of my family and my royals before mine." Which was the truth. He'd rather get hurt than watch anyone he cared about go through the same.

"And knowing NOW what you do...would your decision have been the same?"

Raditz stills a moment as he contemplates his mate's question. "Yes," he finally admits, "Yes, I would still have agreed. My loyalty extends that far both to the royals I serve and the family I have."

"Would they do the same for you...you're family, I mean?"

"Yes," he answers immediately without hesitation though he had to admit to being curious as to the sudden interest his mate was showing in this. He looks at him. "Why do you ask?"

"I am just curious as to why, after seeing what you went through, you would put yourself in harm's way again so readily."

Comprehension dawns on Raditz. His mate's father had no love for anyone but himself so of course Broly couldn't understand what would make him accept to be miserable rather than endanger the lives and well-beings of others. "Because," he says quietly, "I was taught loyalty. To my father; family means something and he instilled that value in both me and Kakarot. We protect and cherish our own, Broly. They are important to us." It made something in him hurt for this male who had not been cared for by a callous Saiyan who obviously had no morals to speak of. Considering all that had happened, it made him wonder of the two of them whose sanity was really in question here. However, he felt that they had gone in enough emotional circles for his liking. "Look, I...didn't meant to come after you to fight. I...don't sleep well by myself and I wanted to know where you were." Even as he said it, he couldn't help thinking that it just cemented how weak he was.

"I was always planning on coming back," Broly replies, "I rather don't have a choice in the matter."

"I know," Raditz whispers, "and I'm sorry for that."

"You're apologizng for what?"

"Being the Saiyan you're stuck with for the rest of your life."

"Why do YOU always apologize FIRST?"

"Because most of the time...it IS my fault!" Raditz retorts, "Or blaming me is just EASIER!"

"Explain to me HOW blaming YOU for something that isn't even YOUR fault is EASIER?"

"I CAN'T!" Great, now they were yelling at each other. While typical, the end result wasn't always pleasant...definitely NOT for Raditz when he got argumentative with the older male.

"Then don't DO it if you can't adequately explain your reasoning!"

"Oh, YOU are one to talk about REASON!" he fires back.

"Well, I am not the one with a VICTIM COMPLEX!"

"No, you're just the asshole I'm mated to!" Now was the moment that Raditz had known the argument had gone too far. Insulting Broly like that only ended up with him quickly wishing he'd kept his comments to himself. He watches the anger fill his mate's eyes and readies himself for what he KNEW was going to be a bad reaction.

Surprise doesn't begin to describe what he feels when his face is cupped and a kiss is pressed against his mouth. It startles and throws him completely off balance allowing exploration by the male currently wreaking all sorts of havoc on his reeling senses.

When he pulls back, Raditz finds himself gaping at him. "You...just...kissed me."

"Oh," Broly says sarcastically, "Was that what it was? I was wondering...but thank you for pointing it out to me."

Raditz is still too startled at him to adequately form a reply and by then he just doesn't care. "So," he finally says quietly, "Do I leave you to your thoughts or would you be willing to come back so that we can both get some sleep?"

"I'll come back with you," Broly replies, "but I am not sure it's sleep you suddenly find yourself wanting."

Raditz tries and fails to keep from blushing. "I don't know what you are talking about," he tells him as he turns and starts walking off hoping that if he put some distance between them, his emotions would settle. It was one kiss dammit and he was NOT hoping for more than that. He was NOT. 'He has to stop changing his tactics,' he thinks in annoyance, 'I can't keep guessing as to his reaction to things.

He enters the house and struggles to quell the desire that wanted more of that...if only to feel that sort of sweetness again. This was NOT a good sign. "Are you hungry?" he asks over his shoulder, "I could make something to eat." It would keep him occupied...which was probably a good idea since his mind wasn't quite up to staying out of the gutter.

"No," Broly replies, "I'm not hungry."

Raditz bites his lip a moment before asking, "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Positive?"

"Raditz, come here and stop trying to avoid me."

"It's not you I'm attempting to avoid."

"I know that. Come here anyway."

Deciding that he had best not tempt his mate to futher acts, he walks up to him. "Broly, I..."

"No more apologizing," the male murmurs before he pulls him to him and pressing his mouth back to his. Raditz can't help pressing closer. Heat pools in his lower stomach a familiar heat normally indicative of his cycle but it wasn't time and this was more controlled. It was a strange, heady sensation that makes him rub his hips against him. The moment he does so, Broly breaks the kiss but before Raditz can manage an apology, he ends up pressed to his couch. The male slides his spandex down.

"B-Broly..." he whispers. He watches the male gaze down at him with a strangely heated expresssion and wonders what in the WORLD his mate was thinking at this point.

"Hmmm?"

"I...can...take care of this myself." He can't help the strangled sound as the male's fingers wrap around his skin stroking slightly. It makes his hips arch and he tits his head back, his eyes fluttering. "B-Broly...wh-what..."

"I have to admit to some curiosity," the male tells him in a low tone, "I have to admit to wondering what it would be like to have you whimpering and gasping my name, begging for more while not in heat...and I intend to find that out...to see how many sounds I can make you utter that NONE before me have heard."

His words only make that heat intensify, the desire deepen to see him put his words to actions. Raditz wonders if he would be able to do so while also wondering why he would WANT to. However, it was really hard to think while Broly was touching him like this so he decides that for now, letting it go was probably just easier as a whole. Besides part of him didn't care WHY it was happening as long as it didn't STOP. 'Getting used to this is probably NOT a good idea,' he thinks to himself but somehow, he's sure that the warning is way too late to salvage this. "Th-then...prove your intent."

The moment the challenge was issued, Raditz wonders if it had been a good idea but he hadn't been able to help himself. He NEEDED this too badly to think the whole situation through...if only for once. Let him know what his mate was capable of if he tried hard enough. It would be ONE good memory to hold onto.

However, he is EXTREMELY surprised when Broly shifts so that he's kneeling in front of the couch. Raditz is QUITE tempted to try and go over the back of it but he's not sure that he'll manage to make it that far without his mate grabbing him. However, he's not sure that's what he wants anymore as Broly slides his hips further apart in favor of brushing his mouth over him. Raditz lets out a soft, surprised sound at this. It doesn't make him feel much better to hear his male laugh softly. "Y-you...don't have to..." he starts struggling to wrap his mind around the fact that Broly was down on his knees with his mouth against his quickly hardening cock.

Broly, of course, doesn't answer, he merely flicks his tongue along the skin making his back arch and a low, needy sound escape Raditz. Heat coils in his lower stomach and all the long-haired Saiyan can think is how he wishes that it felt like THIS more often.

From flicking his tongue across the skin teasingly, Broly goes to sucking at it. "A-ah...oh...gods...Broly...please..." The plea has him pressing his mouth fully over him and Raditz nearly screams at the moist heat. He clutches the couch tightly struggling to quell the desire to clutch the male's dark hair. When the male starts sucking and moving up and down, he can't resist and slides his fingers into the male's wild tresses. His eyes are squeezed tightly shut as he arches gasping, moaning, and writhing helplessly. He finally starts merely repeating the male's name over and over and over as his nerves are set ablaze.

His orgasm is hard, merciless, and leaves him reeling for a good few minutes. He pants helplessly gazing at Broly who, if anything else, seems only more pleased with himself. "Y-you...just..."

"I did," he replies before gently lifting his hips up further.

"B-Broly..." Raditz starts unsure of what he was doing and just a little concerned though it was hard to make himself FEEL concerned when his senses had him reeling and feeling emotionally like jello. His eyes widen and a soft sound escapes him feeling the male's tongue tracing him lightly. "B-BROLY!" he gasps out, "I don't...think...AH!" The male interrupts his protest by shoving his tongue IN. Raditz is really NOT sure what to think of his actions though, and god help him, he was enjoying it way too much.

He is opened slowly, carefully before his legs are lowered and Broly is finally IN him. Raditz's breathing hitches and he whimpers. The sight of his mate, his eyes closed, his own breathing labored is strangely erotic to him. The slight tension in him tells him he was trying to control himself. Raditz slowly relaxes, slowly rocks against him before whispering softly, "Broly...it's alright...let go."

He gets what he asked for and screams as his mate spills to his ascended form. He manages to hold the blue-haired stage long enough for Raditz to recover...before he slides again. The feel of THAT form makes Raditz's back arch and he nearly wails at the feeling of being filled like THAT. He clutches the male's back, his nails digging in as he rocks against him. "A-ah...oh...gods...Broly...ahh...gods...yes...please..."

There was something to be said for getting what he wanted, Raditz realizes as EVERY thrust hits that spot that has him clutching and nearly screaming to the heavens. If this is how it felt ALL the time...he could see why someone willingly bottomed for another. It was beyond GOOD.

****POV Change***

Ria sits in the empty dining hall and sighs softly. This whole damn mess made him crazy. In the end, he had no one but himself to blame for being in this position. If he'd have done as his father had commanded...A soft, rueful sigh escapes him. What was the point of thinking about it NOW? He'd made the only choice he could live with and it had cost him nearly EVERYTHING. As time wears on, he could only hope that those closest to Bardock would be able to figure a way to help the spiky-haired male...because he just couldn't see fate being cruel enough to make him suffer like this. He deserved so much better.

The door opens and he slowly looks up hoping that it wasn't Turles because he could NOT take that arrogant bastard right now. However, the sight of Bardock made him rethink that immediately. The male looked like someone had emotionally butchered him. He rises immediately. "Bardock..."

"It can't be helped," the male replies quietly, "Just tell me...does he have ANYTHING alcoholic here?"

Ria manages a smile before offering him his glass. Bardock takes it and takes a sip. His eyes close a moment. "That's probably not a good way to handle things," he comments.

Bardock snorts. "Take your own advice, brat."

He manages a soft chuckle. "Yes, father."

"Oh hell, no, I already have TWO...I don't need to add a third."

Ria smiles at his response. It proved that he might be suffering but he was still hanging on...it was a very GOOD sign. "But you're so good at parenting..." he teases.

Bardock gently swats him with his tail. "Behave, Ria."

"I am. YOU'RE the one drinking...which, by the way, isn't a good way to handle stress."

Bardock snorts. "It's YOUR cup."

"I never said I was good at taking my OWN advice."

"I would hope not because then the problem would be more with YOU than me. At least I have a VALID reason to drink myself into excess."

Ria smiles sadly. "I am really sorry that this is happening to you."

"So am I," he says quietly, "I just...even IF I get home...even IF he's stopped without killing me...I don't think I WANT to go back."

"What...but Bardock...WHY?"

He laughs bitterly. "I certainly didn't deserve Tora BEFORE this now did I?"

"You didn't ask for it then and you certainly didn't want it NOW!"

"Technically..."

"Agreeing to protect your family does NOT make it consensual."

"Really? Because I always thought that the definition of consensual..."

"Bardock," he interrupts, "You and I both know it's not."

"I can't DO that to him!"

"He loves you, Bardock. He's ALWAYS loved you. And, to be honest, I don't think it matters what YOU think of the situation anyway."

The male sighs softly. "He's always deserved better...so why he settles with me..."

"You're too hard on yourself."

"No, I just...I know what I am worth now. Ever since she..." he squeezes his eyes shut, "I try so hard NOT to be so resentful of them...and I can't."

"Resentful...of Raditz and Kakarot?" Ria asks startled by this.

"I have no right to be but sometimes...gods, sometimes I hate that they exist."

Ria gazes at the older Saiyan and realizes that he hid an awful lot of how he felt. "But...you love your sons..."

"Of course I DO! And I hate myself for the moments when I wished they'd never been born...but I can't help it..."

Ria gently reaches out and pulls him into a hug. "Don't EVER tell THEM that, Bardock."

"I won't...because the failing in this, like always, is MINE. They're the best things in my life. I just...it's when I feel so hopeless, so ready to just give up that I start wondering why I had to have them at ALL. And it's not fair to EITHER of them. They're innocent in all of this."

Ria knew he was so emotionally distressed that he'd ever mention ill of his boys because it was obvious how much he loved them. If anyone was to blame; it was the damn Saiyan wreaking havok on him. 'One of these days,' he thinks, 'One of these days, Turles, you are going to find out that you do NOT mess with this family. And I hope to any deity listening...that I am here to see it.'
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