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Atavism	By : ctsama Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9192 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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After doing a bit of scouting to familiarize himself with the ship and take care of a little business, Gohan returned to his place at his king’s side. He found Vegeta curled in on himself, trying to retain some of his borrowed heat. Silently apologizing for taking so long Gohan laid back down, sliding his arm under Vegeta’s head to keep it off the freezing floor and curling around him to resume his duties. Vegeta seemed happy enough to have his space heater back, but he grumbled quietly until Gohan went Super Saiyan again. His reward for pleasing his king made Gohan’s heart leap; Vegeta’s tail wrapped around his leg and stayed there.

He blew a puff of disbelief and amusement. Vegeta never let anyone touch his tail besides his children and his mate… and when Gohan kidnapped him from the Lookout he’d been too focused on other things to pay it any mind. Did it feel different than that of a half-human hybrid? ‘I’ll bet it’s softer than mine was. Man… if I had Dragon Balls right now I’d just wish my pants away and feel for myself!’

Gohan didn’t want to sleep. He just couldn’t bring himself to do it regardless of the consequences. While his human side longed for his missing wife so much that his heart ached, everything in him that was saiyan was blissful. Vegeta’s warm body in his arms, the chance to hold him as tightly as he wanted, his scent invading him with every breath… As wonderful as it was to hold him as he slept, it was just as wonderful to simply be with the unguarded Vegeta that only Goku had been allowed to know before now.

But eventually Vegeta’s rhythmic breathing had lulled him to sleep, and his scent had brought on a dream in which Gohan was young once more, and far more bold than he had ever truly been. The changed past brought a future in which the children in Vegeta’s belly were his-

Pain intruded, unraveling Gohan’s wonderful dream. He flinched at the sharp ache in his lower back and hips that had dragged him into consciousness. Groaning at the force of it he rubbed his back, massaging until the knots in his muscles loosened and his nerves began to calm. He then moved to attend to the mass of throbbing pain in his hip, pressing deep into the joint to try and relax what muscles he could.

He sighed in relief as the pain lessened, feeling the press against his chest as Vegeta breathed with him, sharing his relief as he too began to wake.

‘Wait… Vegeta?’ The King snapped awake and Gohan’s remaining pain disappeared as though it had never been his in the first place. ‘What…?’

//What. Are. You. Doing?!//

Gohan snapped fully awake as well, freezing where he was. Taking quick inventory he realized he was still curled around Vegeta’s smaller frame… hand firmly stuck into Vegeta’s groin. “Oh no… Oh my gods…” He jerked his hand away, but not quickly enough to miss the hard heat that brushed against it.

//This is your idea of ‘above the waist?!’ What are you trying to pull?! Besides my dick!?//

“I- I thought it was me, it happened again! I felt your pain and I thought it was mine! I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying anything, I swear-”

//You felt… my pain? Again?! What kind of bullshit is this?//

“No bullshit. This has been happening on and off for a while now,” Gohan sighed, finally admitting it. Vegeta turned against him, facing him and Gohan swallowed hard in the face of that stony glare.

//That. Is. Impossible. You’re imagining things.//

“I’m not,” Gohan persisted. “Sometimes I feel what you’re feeling. It’s how I knew you needed help here; I felt how upset and hurt you were, from whatever got you thrown in here, I’m guessing. When it first started happening I thought I was just imagining things or maybe it was just… you know, wishful thinking. But when Cela took you aboard Hit’s ship I almost went on a rampage-” At Vegeta’s raised eyebrow he blushed, rubbing the back of his head uncomfortably. “I know it wasn’t as bad as it looked, but it still wasn’t easy doing nothing while he and Hit dragged you away,” he admitted. “But you reached out to me and calmed me down, stopped me from losing it and tanking the whole operation. See? It’s not just me, Vegeta. It’s you too.”

//I’d know if I did that. It’s not something I could do unconsciously!//

“Well, you did it, and I can’t explain it.” For the umpteenth time Gohan ran his awareness along the burned out, scarred-over bond he’d tried to force onto Vegeta as he would his tongue over the gap of a missing tooth.

//How long has this been happening?//

“I don’t know exactly, but I think it started around the time Dad short-circuited,” Gohan sighed. “I know where I stand with you, and having a place at your side is just… right to me. Even so, I feel the way I feel about you, and I can’t change that. Is that… bad? Did I do something wrong?”

Vegeta raised an eyebrow. //Is that why you haven’t told anyone about this before now? You thought there was a chance you were trying to force me again?// Gohan’s guilty look was answer enough and Vegeta hesitated, then shook his head. //You’ve proven your control over the violence in your blood. It won’t be able to catch you unawares again. If I believed otherwise, you’d be at home right now.//

Vegeta bit back a curse, wishing not for the first time that his people had been as good at taking notes as they had been at killing one another. While he had extensive records going back two or three generations, that was all. ‘I need older records… Less than a handful of our people chose to bond in each generation, yet members of three generations of Kakarot’s family in a row had that inclination? That can’t be a coincidence, but I don’t know what the hell it all means.’

Gohan’s expression lost the anxiety, but he was still confused. “Then… what do we do?”

//Rampa’s annoying, but he’s also a neurochemistry expert. Once we’re back on Sadla we can sit down with both him and Whis. Between the two of them, we should have enough information to figure this out. There has to be an explanation. …And until we get one you just keep your hands to yourself!//

For a moment Gohan couldn’t believe how good it felt to have that secret off his chest. “I resent that,” he said, his humor returning. “If I was really trying to seduce you, I’d use way better game than the ‘accidental brush.’”

Vegeta snorted. //Whatever, nerd.//

“Uh huh. By the way. Vegeta?”

//What?!//

“Where’s your tail?”

It took a moment for Vegeta to realize it was still wrapped around Gohan’s leg. Gohan was glad he didn’t have to hide from surveillance; as Vegeta’s cheeks turned a brilliant shade of red there was no way he could have held back his laughter.

Before Vegeta could finish weighing the risky noise of a scuffle against the pleasure of punching Gohan right in the face, the sound of the door sliding open interrupted the moment. Krass and his last remaining team member entered, both looking frighteningly eager.

Gohan sprang up, moving out of the way, though he could have happily immolated the both of them. “Woah,” he commented on seeing them, especially orange-skinned Krass. “He’s a big one.”

Vegeta’s bloodthirsty delight answered him. //Nappa was bigger, and I kicked his ass all the time.//

He crouched, glaring at Krass - and the syringe he held. “I was up all night thinking about what to do with you today. I hope you appreciate the effort,” he sneered.

His partner rushed Vegeta, bowling him onto the floor, holding his arms down and sitting on his legs to pin him there. Krass followed quickly with the syringe, and revulsion washed over Vegeta as the needle breached his skin.

Gohan’s words made short work of it though. “It’s okay. I found the lab and replaced the drug they were giving you with saline while you slept. You’ll have to keep up the show but I swear your blood won’t see another drop of that shit.”

Despite Vegeta’s position, being pinned to the cold floor by the two toughs a feeling of elation boosted his energy. It would take time but Gohan’s actions would return Goku’s presence to his mind.

As he had the previous times, Vegeta went limp once the injection was complete. But this time - as Gohan had promised - there were no true side effects… no drug.

He thrashed, moaning as they lifted him only to slam him back down onto the freezing metal table. It wasn’t as easy to maintain the ruse of being disoriented and weak as they began to secure his wrists over his head and ankles to the legs of the table, but now that Gohan had arrived it was much easier to hold onto reality.

‘Things haven’t exactly been going smoothly, but the plan is still working. In another day or so my mind will be functional again, we’ll all be back on Sadla and these assholes will be dead - if they’re lucky.’

The thought of blowing them all away helped, but as Krass and his partner began to get to work, conferring and jostling his body into position Vegeta’s outrage began to demand that he act. Normally his attackers just pushed the boundaries Frost had set for them. Threats, intimidation and outright molestation when they were feeling brave were the worst Vegeta had to endure from them. But now they had free reign, and their impatience to take advantage of it as quickly as possible was obvious.

Krass pushed his large frame up onto the table, straddling Vegeta’s chest and continuing to berate and threaten as he reached inside his pants to free his straining erection. The other one moved to get a better view, clearly enjoying the show.

Vegeta’s shock was plain. //Shit… I didn’t think this through enough, they’re really not going to stop this time-//

“Like hell they’re not!”

Out of the corner of his eye Vegeta saw his furious guardian moving to blast Krass - an action that would surely alert Frost to the game they were playing. //No! This is about Frost taming me, making me obedient, right? There was a time when you wanted me the same way.//

Gohan’s eyes reflected his shame and his hurt. Before he could ask why Vegeta would bring that up now of all times, he began to understand.

//Yeah. I need an acting coach and you’re it so think, and fast. Frost can’t want them to do this; if they do any permanent damage to me he might not get full price for me. So what does Frost want from me? How do I make him end this, show him I’ve learned my lesson?//

It wasn’t a place Gohan ever wanted to go again, but for Vegeta’s sake he had no choice. He closed his eyes, allowing the ever-present whispers of the beast to get louder. It was angry, howling for the suffering of those who would dare harm its chosen, but Gohan seized control of it, made it focus on Vegeta, nothing else. ‘What do you want?’

Hunger washed over him so hard he shuddered. ‘That’s right,’ Gohan thought in a daze. ‘It wanted- I wanted… everything.’

“It doesn’t matter how badly Frost treats you, Vegeta. In his view, he’s been protecting you from these two. You didn’t appreciate his protection when you had it, so now you’re going to have to beg to get it back.”

//Shit… okay, here goes.// “Frost, I’m sorry!”

“That’s not going to do it,” Gohan pressed.

//I’ve never exactly excelled at begging!//

Before Vegeta could try again Krass growled, backhanding him hard across the face. “Shut the fuck up!” he hissed before turning to his gawping partner. “Would you quit polishing your knob and start putting it to use?! I need this little shit screaming or sucking my dick, not fucking talking!”

Laughing, he moved to obey and Gohan stayed right with him, ready to attack. “Vegeta… Say something!”

Feeling the bulky alien pushing between his spread legs, rough hands grasping his hips hard enough to bruise wasn’t exactly conducive to what was essentially script writing. //I need more time, stop him, now!//

Gohan was already there, kneeling to get his hand on the thick binding around Vegeta’s ankle. “Yank your right leg up as hard as you can!”

Vegeta did it with a roar, and with Gohan’s help the strap snapped, letting him get in a hard, staggering kick. The move gained him a little time, but he still had no idea what the hell to say-

“That’s bullshit, Vegeta,” Gohan answered to his consternation. “To spare Dende pain you once begged mercy of the monster inside me. How many innocent lives are at risk now, across how many worlds? The words have to come from inside you or Frost will know you don’t mean it. Now beg, Vegeta, or you’re going to lose!”

//I don’t fucking lose!// Vegeta raged, growling as his anger gave him strength. Jerking his head hard, he managed to catch Krass off-guard, biting his hand hard enough to break a finger or two. As Krass grasped his wounded hand and howled in pain Vegeta spat out the blood in his mouth so he could try to play Frost once more.

“I shouldn’t have disobeyed you,” he yelled as loud as he could. “I won’t do it again! Don’t- don’t let them do this to me, please!” The interruption Vegeta was hoping for didn’t come, and only Krass’ sharp-toothed grin met his attempt. “Nice try, but it looks like you’re all ours after all.”

//This isn’t working, maybe Frost isn’t watching-//

Even as Krass hovered over Vegeta, trying and failing to regain his grip on his captive’s jaw as he thrashed his head from side to side, Vegeta felt Gohan’s hands gripping his own.

It was a gamble that the movement would appear to be nothing more than angrily clenched fists, but Gohan knew Vegeta was going to need something to keep him grounded. “Frost is there, and this is working. He just wants to hear more. Try again and this time say things that- that you’d only ever say t- to Dad.”

There was no time to acknowledge the pain Gohan’s words caused them both. Only one thing came to Vegeta’s mind and he spoke it. “I don’t belong to them!”

As Gohan knew he would, Frost finally revealed himself, entering the room in a nonchalant stroll with his hands behind his back. “Oh? Is that so?”

Krass muttered a few exceptionally vile curses, but got off of Vegeta’s body and backed away. The other one stopped as well, moving away almost as reluctantly. Gohan squeezed his king’s hands again, and with a pained expression the demi spoke.

“We both know what he wants to hear next. You have to say it.”

Vegeta swallowed hard around the forbidding lump in his throat.

‘Kakarot,’ he offered, praying his mate would understand why he had to do this. ‘Forgive me.’

Vegeta swallowed, looking to Frost with what he hoped was a fearful gaze. “I don’t belong to them because I- I only belong… to you.”

Frost scowled, raising an eyebrow. “...And?”

Vegeta frowned, his mind racing but the reluctant answer came from Gohan. ‘Oh, gods. I can’t do this-’

“You can, and you will. It means nothing, Vegeta. Nothing. You belong to Dad and he belongs to you, and if the monster in my blood couldn’t change that, neither can this second-rate Freeza.”

Gohan and his father were enough alike for Vegeta to believe his words, just enough for him to say what he had to. “I am yours and I’ll do my best to please whoever you sell me to! I won’t disobey or fight anymore.” He dropped his voice to a whisper, allowing the shame he felt to add a shakiness to it that would mimic the fear Frost wanted to hear. “…Just don’t let them do this to me. Please.”

Vegeta held his breath waiting to find out if their gamble had paid off, but Gohan already knew. “It’ll be okay now. He just wants to see you sweat. You told him exactly what he wanted to hear.”

Gohan finally let go of his hands as Frost began to circle Vegeta’s body, trailing his hand along exposed flesh as he went. “Very well. But remember this the next time you feel the desire to refuse a request.”

With a touch Frost released Vegeta from the table only to seize him by the throat, dragging him up until they were face to face. “Because next time there will be no intervention. I will let these low-born wretches tear you apart. And once your screaming brats are born I will make you watch while I sell them to the most vile pleasure house I can dig up because that is what a disobedient slave deserves. So. Unless you want to be prematurely fucked into a medlab you’ll remember your place. The next time I deign to feed you from my own hand, you will gratefully lap up every crumb I see fit to offer you.”

Vegeta’s flinch had nothing to do with the threat to his children that he would never allow to happen, nor was it caused by the act he was putting on. Even now the memory of his own betrayal wrenched his soul and Gohan felt echoes of the same pain that had drawn him here in the first place. “Dad sent me because he knew I could help you, Vegeta. Let me see.” Gohan reached out to give the barest touch to Vegeta’s back, predicting what would happen, and when Vegeta didn’t say a word to stop him he took it as permission.

Skin touched skin, and the images that came crashing into Gohan’s mind were devastating. Disoriented from an injection and mentally drained from nonstop psychological warfare, Vegeta had been overwhelmingly relieved to see even a wavering image of his mate. Embracing him as much as his restraints would allow and curling his tail around Goku’s waist had been done with gladness and enthusiasm. And when Goku began to feed him off the tray of food he’d brought Vegeta had accepted the bites with just as much enthusiasm.

But he well knew Frost’s scent, knew Freeza’s taste. And when that knowledge finally broke the illusion, horror and madness had taken its place. He knew only heat then, his entire body aflame with searing rage. It had been enough to tear his restraints out of the wall, and in the battle that followed every blow given had been an apology, and every blow received had been penance.

And now he knew that Goku had seen… saw him embracing the enemy, giving him the ultimate sign of saiyan affection in using his tail to caress the one responsible for separating their minds, saw him… saw him taking food from Frost’s hand, allowing Frost to taint something pure between them.

Was there nothing he could give to his mate that wouldn’t be stolen…?

Gohan’s hand dropped limply to his side. He used his intense control to better dampen his rising ki. Frost was just as bad as Freeza… or worse. Freeza got off on the pain and torture, but Frost was putting his king through hell simply to maximize a profit margin.

“Dad understands, Vegeta. Remember what I said earlier, I wasn’t lying. No one can touch what you two have. He just wants to be with you again the way he’s supposed to be.”

//…I hope you’re right.//

Frost shook Vegeta a little, angered by his hesitance. “Am. I. Understood?”

Vegeta nodded but Frost only squeezed harder. One look into his eyes informed Vegeta of his mistake. It was then that Vegeta had to close his eyes. There was no other way to conceal his hatred, his utter contempt for the being that had separated him from his mate’s voice.

‘Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you for taking Kakarot’s voice from me! I swear that when it’s time, you will die by my will alone!’

His next words, at least, would carry no guilt. It was something neither he nor Goku would ever say to one another.

“Yes… master.”

Frost smiled pleasantly, dropping Vegeta onto the floor. “Now that we’ve gotten a few things straight, I believe we have a meal to finish. And then we’ll need to get you presentable, a much easier job than it would have been had you not come to your senses. Your owner is annoying me in his eagerness to see his newest and most rare acquisition. You will perform, and you will do whatever is necessary to please him. Get up, and come along. Two paces back and one to the left. If that proves too difficult you, you’ll be walked on a chain until you learn.”

It was bad enough that Vegeta spent most of his time chained. The thought of being on a leash with one of Freeza’s race in the other end once again infuriated both Vegeta and his shadow. The same thought of ‘never again’ echoed through them both.

Frost moved to walk out the door only to be stopped by Krass, who moved to bar his path. “Boss, please. I- don’t believe him to be properly broken yet. Just a few hours is all I’m asking-”

Frost’s icy stare froze Krass’ courage. “If you want to continue to be of use to me, I suggest you have enough to do in putting together another team. Move. Aside.”

Vegeta pushed himself off the floor and Krass caught his gaze, rage burning bright in the depths of his blue eyes. For a moment Vegeta thought Krass would ignore Frost and make a move for him anyway, but he somehow managed to control himself enough to move away from the doorway.

“Smarter than you look,” Frost huffed dismissively. “Slave. Follow.”

He continued on down the corridor, leaving Vegeta to trail behind him. Krass didn’t move aside as he passed, muttering low, “I’m not done with you yet. This isn’t over.”

‘You’re damned right it’s not,’ Vegeta swore.

Unseen, Gohan followed behind them, seething with rage. He opened his mind to share it and felt a cold, surprisingly calm response from his king. //Yasai can punish Sava all he wants.//

This wasn’t part of the master plan, yet Gohan welcomed the change. His grim agreement came quickly and easily. “Frost is ours.”

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Next: Vegeta and Gohan continue to work together as Frost announces a visitor. Will Vegeta's mind heal in time to take the trafficking ring down, or will Krass and his hatred ruin everything?

ZeoViolet: Lol, yup! But fear not, the story’s pairing will not change, and I’m going somewhere with it. Thank you!
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