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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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Performance

Frost’s hands roamed as he slept, more now than they had before Vegeta’s trip to Krass’ chamber of horrors. Even in sleep, Frost couldn’t let his unwilling bedmate be. One of those hands began to drift once more and Vegeta clenched his teeth together in anticipation of it drifting between his legs again but it stopped mercifully short, hooking over his waist instead.

This new overzealousness stemmed from Frost’s delight. Vegeta’s presumed owner had been thrilled with yesterday’s performance, promising a tremendous bonus that made Frost almost giddy.

‘Performance.’

Vegeta swallowed down his hatred of the experience. After suspending him from the ceiling of yet another of those cold, sterile rooms Frost had activated a remote comm from some far-flung planet. On the other end had been a sadist nearing Freeza’s level, seeking both a thorough inspection of his property and a test of his resilience.

Had Vegeta been the soft, sheltered creature Frost believed him to be, this being would have destroyed whatever was left of him within a day of delivery.

There had been too many bright lights on Vegeta, blinding him to the screen’s image. But Gohan had been free to study the alien brazen enough to think to own a Saiyan King. Gohan’s focused rage had both surprised and pleased Vegeta, almost surging out of the young man’s control as he memorized every detail he could see.

This slaveowner’s every feature, his surroundings, everything Gohan could see until he was certain that he had enough information to hunt this wealthy tormentor down. The almost artistic scars marring the jumpy, anxious, mostly nude slaves who occasionally brought food or drink to ‘Sovereign’ only reinforced Gohan’s anger. After freeing the slaves the bastard already owned, Vegeta knew that Gohan looked forward to making the brute suffer for their pain.

Now that Gohan had shed the fear of his saiyan blood and the insecurity of his youth, he was the realized potential of a fighter in Vegeta’s eyes… he was incredibly strong and aggressive once roused but controlled and directed. And though Vegeta chafed at the limiting nature of human morality, he had to admit that it had its uses.

Despite seeing a glimpse into a future he hungered for, Vegeta tried his best to turn his thoughts to anything else. But his days of being able to repress bad experiences had ended once he’d begun to rely on Goku’s help to cope with them.

Frost shifted closer to him and the chain between his collar and the wall above him clinked. The sound aggravated him, but it no longer echoed unending through him as it did before Gohan’s arrival. Vegeta wondered if that was the reason Goku had told him to come… the young man had certainly brought the stakes of this venture back into focus, as well as reminding him of his own power.

‘Kakarot… I don’t know what it cost you to send Gohan here, but I know it couldn’t have been easy for you. I know you did it for me. And I’m… grateful. As much as it pains me to say this, if he hadn’t shown up I think I would have snapped and killed everyone here before you could stop me. But I hate how easy this is. He’s too much like you. But he’s not you. And I fucking need you back-’

Frost interrupted his thoughts, mumbling in his sleep and Vegeta’s teeth ground together. At least what passed for morning was near; there was only so much pawing he could take. What he needed was a distraction… hopefully it wasn’t too early in the morning to get one.

Vegeta was too far away from the edge of the bed to see the floor and as usual, Frost’s tight grip around his waist wouldn’t allow him to scoot away. He reached his arm out, managing to dangle his wrist over the side. Before he could form and send a thought, a warm hand gripped his own and gave it a squeeze.

“Good morning.”

//I know your traditional place would be at my bedside when I’m alone, but I never intended for you to actually hold to the practice.//

“There are worse places to sleep,” Gohan said, sitting up so they could see each other. Vegeta noted with a small smile that Gohan didn’t let go of his hand.

//Touchy-feely bastard. You’re almost as bad as a human.//

“Yeah, yeah. Come down here and let’s see how long it takes you to wrap me up in your tail again.”

The teasing tone and knowing smirk reminded Vegeta even more of Goku. //…Touché, asshole. How long have you been awake?//

“Not long. I don’t guess you were able to sleep?”

Vegeta suppressed a shudder of disgust as Frost’s tail curled around his own to pry it away from his waist, allowing him to press his hips even tighter against the swollen welts and bruises of his captive’s back and ass. //Hell no. At least Freeza had the decency to send me away once he was done with me. This is intolerable. I swear I’m going to have to set myself on fire after this if I’m ever going to feel clean again.//

Gohan grimaced, knowing from his stolen memories Vegeta’s habit of using intense heat to feel somewhat clean again after being forced into an unwanted physical encounter. Gohan was quite sure he liked the thought as little as Goku would. “Let’s try setting everyone here on fire first. Besides, this will be a lot easier to deal with once you have Dad back with you the way he should be, right? …Can you hear him yet?”

//No, and I’m pushing as hard as I can. His presence is getting stronger but… no words yet. Why the hell is this drug taking so long to clear out of my system?//

“That’s hard to say without studying how it works. My best guess is that it’s some kind of delayed release formula. That would mean it’s hanging around in your blood, slowly degrading. If you can feel more now, it’s a good sign. Hmm… You know, it could be as simple as proximity. You’re so used to communicating over ridiculously long distances, you forget that most of us can’t do it,” Gohan mused, tightening his grip on Vegeta’s hand. *What about me? Can you hear me?*

Vegeta’s eyes flew wide. //Yes!// As much as he wished it was Goku’s voice he was hearing, he was relieved beyond measure. He’d begun to fear that his mind had been irreversibly crippled by Frost’s drug. Words could once again be exchanged at the speed of their conception, quick and efficient. Nuances of thought and feeling reached him, things that simple words couldn’t convey.

The warmth of Gohan’s mind was more familiar than Vegeta remembered… had they really grown so much closer in just the last two days? ‘Strange… he’s even starting to feel like you now, Kakarot… what the hell is going on?’

It had been so long since Vegeta had heard another voice in his mind he didn’t want to let it go, something Gohan seized on, deciding to forgo vocal speech now that Vegeta was capable again.

*It can’t be long until Dad starts coming in clear too.*

//…I hope so.// ‘Dammit Kakarot… I can’t believe how badly I screwed this up. It never occurred to me that someone could come between us. I had no desire to do this without you-’

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Vegeta sat bolt upright, or at least he would have if the chain around his neck hadn’t snapped tight and jerked him back. //Kakarot!//

He tried to hold onto what little he’d heard, but his efforts were fruitless. There was no answer to his calls but Frost’s sleepy laugh. “Good morning to you too, my treasure. I suppose it’s not surprising that you’d have a nightmare or two after the day you had yesterday.”

Vegeta had to hold back his incredulous laughter at the ridiculous statement, but Gohan was free to let it loose. *He honestly believes that Big Bad Krass and that psychotic Sovereign terrified you into really giving up. He has no idea who he’s up against.*

//We’ll teach him soon enough. It was faint but I heard Kakarot.//

*I knew it!* Gohan was almost as relieved as Vegeta was. His presence had gone a long way in bolstering Vegeta’s focus, but he knew that he couldn’t do what his father could. To both heal Vegeta and give him back the tools he needed to take down Frost and his empire, the mating bond had to be restored to its full strength… and time was growing short.

Frost rose, stretching and yawning. “I suppose I slept well enough for the both of us. Krass will be here with your injection in- ah. Right on time.”

On cue the door beeped, opening for Krass. His eyes burned with rage as he approached the bed. He gripped Vegeta’s already chained wrist with unnecessary force, and Vegeta submitted to the necessary fiction, behaving as though he were disoriented as the false injection ‘took effect.’

Krass held on with increasing force, clearly wanting to do more. His jaw clenched, and Gohan be could clearly see him fighting with himself to let go and leave the room. Finally he did so, but something in his expression set Gohan’s nerves on edge.

Frost noted Vegeta’s lack of resistance with a smile. “It’s so much easier when you just give in, isn’t it?”

“Yes, master,” Vegeta intoned, voice as subdued as he could get it. Thankfully for the plan, Frost couldn’t hear the rest of the unspoken dis-honorifics Vegeta bestowed upon him.

Frost’s smile was one of dark triumph. “Good boy,” he purred, stroking Vegeta’s cheek. Gohan watched the intimate action, looking forward to the time when he could punish Frost for touching what didn’t belong to him.

“Why don’t you go and prepare yourself for company? You’ll be having a visitor later today and I want you looking presentable. I have quite a bit to do between now and then so I’ll allow you to bathe yourself today, but don’t get used to such freedom. Once you enter your new household, privacy will be in short supply.”

*He has to be talking about Sava. Assuming he stayed at speed, Yasai’s last estimate said he’d be here sometime today*

//Maybe I can get him to confirm it.// “Is the ‘company’ my new owner…?”

“When I’m ready for you to know, you’ll know. Until then, keep quiet and do as you’re told,” Frost snapped.

Vegeta winced, looking downward and Gohan could hardly believe what he was seeing. *If this ‘King’ thing doesn’t work out for you, you’d have a dynamite career as an actor!*

Vegeta’s amusement tickled Gohan’s mind. //Thought you might like that. The meek and sad act is how Trunks used to try and get me to quit yelling at him when he was younger… not that it ever worked.//

Unaware of the joke, Frost continued, pleasantly talking about the strange alien who intended to own Vegeta. “However - since you asked about him - you won’t be seeing him today, but you will be delivered to him very soon. He was extremely pleased with yesterday’s performance… at least, after you stopped being so quiet. I’d advise you to remain vocal, it might spare you some pain in the future, especially now that he knows how high your pain tolerance is.”

Vegeta went rigid at the mention and Gohan winced, wishing he hadn’t had to play such a prominent part in the affair. Seeing Vegeta contorted, poked and prodded on his new owner’s whims had been bad enough. The whip-like blows from Frost’s tail had come next. Though they had rained down, hard and unpredictable across Vegeta’s back and ass, they were nothing compared to the abuses heaped on him in the past… hell, they were nothing compared to the love taps he and Goku traded on a regular basis. Silently enduring the pain, not giving the satisfaction of hearing him cry out had been rote, and far easier than Vegeta was used to.

But Gohan knew the humiliating experience wouldn’t end until the buyer had the gratification he desired. It hadn’t been easy to convince Vegeta to give in and start voicing cries of pain. Gohan had been the one to pull those cries out of Vegeta in the end, and though they were sounds of frustration and anger, not pain the violet-skinned beast on the other end of the comm hadn’t seemed to notice or care.

Somehow the easy rapport they’d gained had not only managed to survive the experience, it seemed to have gotten stronger.

Frost prattled on, giving instructions and releasing Vegeta from the bed. Gohan’s eyes drifted over to the sliding door that led to the spacious bathroom, and suddenly he had an idea. *I’ll be right back!*

He disappeared and Vegeta fought the urge to roll his eyes. //What are you up to?//

*Trying to give you a break… How long is Frost giving you?*

//He wants me back in bed and chained up in forty-five minutes to await his arrival at a later time, the prick.//

*Okay, go to the bathroom as soon as you can and tell me when the door is shut.*

//He’s leaving… and I’m clear. What the hell are you doing-//

Gohan Transmitted back to him with a huge grin and an armful of meal bars and some brightly colored fruits. “Ta-Daaa! It’s okay, you can talk. I’ve been learning the ropes of their computer system, and I worked a little nerd magic to give us some unsupervised time. Eat up while I get the bath going.”

“Heh. Clever bastard,” Vegeta smirked, taking a piece of fruit and popping it into his mouth. They set to their tasks while talking about their daughters, Vegeta enjoying the simple pleasure of giving voice to his own thoughts for the first time in too long.

“I don’t know why you even try to get your way with them. Things always work out better if you just go along with whatever they want.”

“Well, don’t blame me if they end up spoiled beyond repair, it won’t be my fault. I actually tell them ‘no’ from time to time. When was the last time you or Piccolo did that?”

“Never. But we’re smarter than you.”

Gohan chuckled, turning off the water and drying his hands on his jumpsuit. There was nothing else for him to do but leave Vegeta to a moment’s peace, but he paused, reluctant to do so. As intense and trying as the last two days had been, there were parts of the ordeal that Gohan knew he would always treasure… He had truly become Vegeta’s Shadow, and they had grown into a closeness he didn’t want to lose once Vegeta had Goku back. “I guess I’ll go make myself useful,” he said with the most convincing smile he could muster.

Vegeta saw right through him, surprised to find that he wasn’t quite ready to be left alone. “I’m still not able to hear your father.” //…Stay a while longer. If you leave I won’t have any entertainment.//

The answering smile dragged out an answering one against Vegeta’s will. “Lucky for you, I’m a good entertainer, to hear Videl tell it. …Truthfully though, I think she and the girls just like laughing at me.”

Gohan settled down with his back against the large tub, settling into a few stories highlighting his worst failures in trying to assert some control over his three strong-willed daughters…

And how he continually failed. Miserably. While his wife laughed at his efforts and lovingly pointed out where his good intentions had led him astray.

To Gohan’s delight, Vegeta had laughed almost as hard.

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Eventually Vegeta sent Gohan away to keep tabs on Frost and his incoming guest. By the time Gohan sent word of the docking ship, Vegeta was clipping himself back into place with a snarl of disgust.

//Well? Who is it?//

*We were right, it’s Sava. Frost is dressing him down pretty hard for the inconveniences he’s caused. Coming here to handle you cost Frost a major operation, and he’s risking exposure as well. It doesn’t look like they’ll be headed your way for a while yet.*

//All right. You might as well stay with them, see what else you can learn. I’m going to try to burn the last of this drug out of my system.//

Gohan’s alarm and concern hit Vegeta harder than he would have expected. *You’re going to have to get your temperature pretty high… you have enough energy for that? And are you sure you don’t need any help shielding the babies?*

Gohan’s concern was almost as touching as it was irritating. //Gods, you’re worse than Whis. I’ve had more energy since you showed up to help and you know it. Now let me concentrate!//

*Jeez, show a little interest in a guy’s life and he just walks all over you. Poor Dad, having to deal with an ungrateful, entitled princeling and-*

Vegeta cut Gohan off with an aggravated ‘shove,’ but not before hearing his laughter. It was strange… he didn’t have the same smile as Goku, but he had almost the exact same laugh. He sighed, reaching out just one more time before setting a shield around the babies. ‘Sava is here and we’re out of time, so this had better work. Kakarot, if I haven’t just been talking to myself and you really can hear me, push as hard as you can once this is done. I need your help to finish this. And if this plan fails because of you I’m going to kill you once I get back!’

Vegeta hesitated, forced into admitting the truth by his heart.

‘…Okay, so maybe we both know my reasoning is bullshit. I’m only trying this because I need you back with me and… maybe I’m a little desperate. So just… fucking be ready.’

He closed his eyes, blocking out all but his body’s functions. After using enough ki - and then some - to ensure the safety of the babies, he began manipulating his ki to cause his body temperature to make a sharp, drastic rise.

He wasn’t sure how long he held it, but the sound of the door sliding open broke his concentration. Before he could yell at Gohan for not warning him of Frost’s approach he saw why the warning hadn’t come.

//Gohan. Where are you?//

*Control room with Frost and Sava. They left the room for a while and I copied as many files as I could and sent them back to Yasai’s computer back on Sadla. Now I’ve got them on an open comm; I figure that nothing is more damning than their own conversations.*

//Good thinking. What you’ve done gets me the win. But I want all of Sadla eating out of my hand… I think I can give Yasai something even better. Krass is here. And I don’t think he’s come for a nice chat.//

*What?! I’m coming-*

//No, I have something else in mind. Can you see me on the monitors?//

*...Shit. Krass must have put the ones in your room on a loop so he wouldn’t be discovered; they show that you’re alone.*

Gohan bit his lip hard. His gut feeling was to get to Vegeta immediately, but he thought his way out of it. Vegeta needed an ally right now, not a protector. *What do you want me to do?*

//Work some more of that nerd magic of yours. Undo whatever Krass did so Frost can catch him here. Can you do that?//

Frost and Sava were only a few feet away. Manipulating the controls without alerting them wouldn’t be easy, but for someone he loved, he knew he would do the impossible or die trying. *I’ll get it done.*

//Good. Give me three minutes. Then do it.//

*As my king commands.*

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Vegeta let his temperature drop back to normal, pushing himself back against the head of the bed as though he were trying to get as far away from Krass as possible. “I’m not due for another injection. What are you doing here?”

//Kakarot, it’s working. I can feel you but… I need you, now. Push through to me as hard as you can!//

Krass advanced on him slowly. His scowl bared sharp, glinting teeth that promised torn flesh in the very near future. And the madness in his frosty blue eyes would have made Vegeta quake in fear… had he truly been who he had pretended to be.

“I’ve come to punish you for your crimes, and to give you a taste of your new life.”

“My crimes?” Vegeta scoffed incredulously. “I’ll not be judged by a filthy, slaving child raper! Now get the hell out of here, Krass! If you touch me Frost will kill you!”

“You think I fucking care about that?! As long as I take you with me my death will be worth it. You murdered my brother, you little shit! And for what? Those little sluts?”

...egeta, almost… need your help!

Even those snippets of words were enough to set Vegeta’s heart pounding. ‘I need time to focus…’

“Who did I kill, now?” Vegeta smirked, then laughed, remembering that one of Krass’ crew - one of the ones he’d killed in freeing the enslaved twins - had shared Krass’ orange skin and wild red mane. “Which one was he? I’ve killed so many people since I got here, they all kind of blend together.”

Vegeta’s carefree words had the desired effect, eroding Krass’ fragile control. He leaped on his bound target with an angry roar, lashing out with his fists. Vegeta took the punches to his face with nothing more than amusement. His infant children were capable of harder punches. “Those ‘little sluts’ are tougher than you and your pathetic, rotting child-raping brother,” Vegeta snarled between punches. “And they’ll both be happy and thriving long after I get you reunited with your piece of shit brother!”

“That’s enough!” Krass screamed, losing himself in his own rage. “When I’m done fucking you bloody, I’m going to cut your brats out of you and slit their throats while you watch!”

Vegeta thrashed against his chains, kicking out while he reached out with all of his concentration to help Goku punch through the last of the drug’s effects. In a sudden burst of joy Goku’s presence filled him once more, and heedless of the consequences Vegeta gave himself over to it. There were no words at first, only a rush of emotion from each of them that welcomed their other half home.

//Kakarot… fuck, I’ve missed you.//

You’ve been away from me too long! Let me come to you!

The longing that washed over Goku was enough to salve the pain of Vegeta’s response. //No, I have to finish this thing and I need you on Sadla.//

Then show me what I have to do to get you back in my arms and let’s get this over with.

With great reluctance they both pulled back from the intensity of their rapport, Goku seeing what Vegeta needed from him, and fast. A moment later they were both straining their awareness to their utmost, taxing both their minds’ strength before Vegeta settled himself in his own body once more.

When he opened his eyes again to the madness in Krass’ eyes Vegeta was ready to use it to get what he wanted.

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Next: Endgame. Frost and Sava are secure in their positions at the top of their Universe’s food chain. It’s time for the big dogs to show them their place.
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