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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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I apologize for the wait but it was unavoidable due to unforeseen medical fuckery. Nothing else would delay me in posting without warning you first; I really appreciate you guys reading this and hate that you were faithfully checking back with no update! Thank you for not giving up on me.

Conspiracies of Light and Dark

“Leave me the fuck alone, Krass!” Vegeta yelled, but Krass didn’t even acknowledge him. His frenzied rage had consumed him, pushing Frost’s once-reliable slavemaster utterly out of control. Vegeta grunted as Krass pulled him taut against the chains, flipping him over.

A genuine grunt of shock and pain escaped him as Krass suddenly and violently shoved two large fingers into him. “You’re still tighter than a fucking virgin. Good,” he snarled, yanking them out again, smirking when Vegeta’s body jerked. “You deserve every bit of pain I’m going to give you and more. I’ve been waiting to see why your sorry hide is worth so much more than the rest of us!”

The soft bed lurched and shook and Vegeta pressed his face further into the thick bedding, ignoring the sporadic blows from Krass’ fists during his efforts to disrobe. He instead focused on staying calm enough to push the entirety of his experience through to Goku, trusting Gohan to do exactly as he’d ordered regardless of any difficulties he met.

The sound of an explosion proved that Vegeta’s faith was not misplaced. He turned his head enough to see an angry Frost stepping through a smoking hole in the locked door. Krass turned, growling with rage at having his time with his brother’s killer cut short. He hesitated, trying to decide whether to talk, fight or try to inflict some lasting damage on Vegeta before his end came.

His split-second of indecision cost him dearly. Frost moved and Krass barely had time to attempt a futile defense. With one finger Frost blasted Krass with a shot of ki that flung him backward. With a long-suffering sigh, the space pirate simply walked over, put a foot on Krass’ neck and pressed down.

Wet gurgles were the only sounds that escaped Krass’ mouth and Frost smirked down at him, imagining the curses Krass probably intended.

Eventually the sounds stopped and Frost backed away from the lifeless form. He grimaced at the corpse, shaking his head. “Good help is so hard to find these days. Well, at least I have you, Sava.” He looked to Vegeta with a sly grin, enjoying the feigned shock on the face of the King as Sava stepped through the ruined doorway. “…You two have met, I take it?”

“We have,” Sava laughed, the lilting tenor of his voice as soothing as a cool breeze laced with poison. “Hello, former King Vegeta. I’m glad to see you’re adjusting so well to your new station in life.”

Gohan was next through the door, unnoticed by all but his King. Their eyes met briefly and Gohan recognized the set in Vegeta’s jaw; he was concentrating hard on some complex mental gymnastics. As much as Gohan wanted to reach out mentally he knew he would only be a distraction so he held off.

Instead he watched Sava. He and Yasai were of an age, yet Sava looked much older… perhaps because of the long, jagged scar that ran down his cheek, or the tight ponytail he always wore. For the first time since his arrival Gohan took stock of Sava's clothing and his ire rose even further. He still wore his uniform, along with all the medals that marked him as the High General of the Sadla Defense Forces. A protector of the innocent, a fighter for justice… it seemed the man's hypocrisy truly knew no bounds.

Vegeta allowed his feigned shock to fade into some of his true anger. “You,” he snarled at Sava with all the venom he could muster. “You and Frost?! How dare you call yourself Saiyan!”

Sava only laughed. “Very soon I will dare to call myself ‘King of the Saiyans,’ as will all of our people, Lovely One.”

“That fuckwad Cela kept calling me that,” Vegeta ground out, and Sava’s smile widened. “He’s one of yours… I knew he had to have help from a higher-up but I never imagined… You gave him all the information he needed to get me through the planetary defenses and off of Sadla, didn’t you?!”

“Lovely and intelligent, I see how you managed to entrance Yasai. You’re starting to get it. Not all of us are as altruistic as our kings tend to think us. There are quite a few of us willing to trade a little morality for real power.”

“Selling your own people into slavery… your child-bearers! They aren’t strong enough for this kind of life. Selling them off to be tortured, raped… have any of them even survived more than a few years?”

“Not many,” Frost admitted with a smile. “But it’s not like we hand them over with a guarantee. If their buyers wear them out too quickly it’s hardly our problem.”

Vegeta’s jaw clenched. He was no stranger to violence, even murder; he’d killed innocents before. But even in his darkest days, anyone who hadn’t wronged him received a quick death. “This is beyond immoral,” he growled at Sava. “It’s evil!”

“Call it what you will. I have no regrets,” Sava shrugged. “If it gives you any comfort, you aren’t the first child-bearer one of us has ushered off of our world. Hell, you aren’t even the first one I’ve delivered to one of Frost’s line… though I must admit that you are definitely the most extraordinary one we have ever seen. In fact, Frost tells me that the amount of money being thrown around in the bidding war would have been enough to purchase half the planets in the Universe!”

Vegeta did his best to seem shaken at Sava’s words. “Yasai won’t allow you to get away with this, and neither will the council-”

“And how will they find out?” Sava cocked his head to the side, clearly enjoying himself. “You certainly won’t be able to tell them. And even if there were a hint of my activities I own the two strongest voices on the council and we are quite effective at silencing rumors before they become problems. Hell, we’ve been harrying Yasai’s reign for years, sabotaging him right under his nose! He is a blind, idealistic fool - just like his father before him, and his father before that! My own ancestors weren’t blessed with the power of the Yasai clan, you know. No, they were blessed instead with vision… true vision.”

Gohan listened in horror, growing angrier by the minute. But the fact that Sava seemed to love lording his superiority over his captive child-bearing Royal could only help their plan. ‘Keep talking you son of a bitch. You’re only digging your own grave.’

Sava gladly indulged Gohan’s silent request, enjoying Vegeta’s helplessness… and the sound of his own voice. “My great-grandfather was a genius, an expert strategist in addition to being a very patient man. This was his masterwork. Even all those years ago my family was close to the throne, yet unable to reach it. But my forefather knew that if our family could accumulate enough wealth we’d eventually be able to buy the influence necessary to take the throne. And now… Now, after four generations his dream will finally come true. In a day or two I’ll have it leaked to the people that you aren’t in seclusion with the rest of your kind after all, that you’ve instead been kidnapped and sold. Once my people find out that Yasai has managed to lose the strongest, most valuable child-bearer in the history of our race - to a slaver, no less - they will turn on him. Frost and I both owe you our thanks. Because of you, Yasai’s days are numbered. And who will the people turn to in their despair, their anger? Their three most trusted Generals, one of whom has the backing of the universe’s most beloved hero.”

“Just imagine the possibilities,” Frost added, his crimson eyes feverish with excitement. “With such an empire, we will own this Universe from one end to another. All the wealth and fame it has to offer are ours for the taking!”

For a moment Gohan was too stunned by Frost’s cold selfishness to feel his own rage. ‘Ours wanted blood and power. This one wants money and celebrity… Vegeta was right. No matter the universe, Freeza is still Freeza.’

“I have other arrangements to make, Sava. Get our little treasure patched up, and make sure Krass hasn’t damaged him for his buyer. While you’re at it, be absolutely certain that drug of yours is working properly. I doubled the original dose just to be on the safe side; his mental abilities seem to be stronger than yours. You were correct about him communicating with someone back on Sadla.”

“Across such a distance…” Sava gave an appreciative whistle. “A double dose of the drug I gave you is more than enough to keep his mind blocked, I’m quite sure. But… perhaps this is something we can use. If that far-speaking ability breeds true in his children you might want to consider buying a set for yourself, no matter the price. Keep one with you and give the other to any mercenary unit you’re using in the field. It will give you instant communication that can’t be overheard or intercepted… an invaluable asset.”

Frost nodded thoughtfully. “I’ll speak to Sovereign about it. In the meantime make absolutely certain that he’s been confined to his own mind.”

“Of course. He’s in good hands,” Sava muttered, his expression changing to something more curious, almost longing. “…I don’t suppose there’s anything wrong with me having a little fun too, is there?” Vegeta watched Sava’s pupils dilate, noticed his breathing deepen and knew what was happening.

“Whatever,” Frost sighed with a roll of his eyes. “Just keep his value intact. I suppose I can afford to stay long enough to make sure you’re playing nice, slave. Just think of this as practice for your new master.”

Sava’s slow smile was chilling. ‘He’s giving himself over to my scent.’ Gohan must have felt the change as well; Vegeta felt him drawing near, a dark presence looming over Sava as he sat himself on the bed next to Vegeta.

Vegeta played his part, muscles jumping as Sava moved closer to stroke his cheek before running a thumb over his lips as Zarbon once had and that would not, not ever happen again.

“When Sovereign decides you’re ready for breeding he’ll approach me first, you know. With your scent already so strong I can only imagine what it will be like then, oh sacred and revered child-bearer,” Sava chuckled softly, as if speaking to a lover. “You think you’re so high and mighty, too good for the likes of me, just like the rest of your kind… but when the time comes you’ll be on all fours, panting and begging for me like the bitch you are.”

Vegeta’s expression gave nothing away but Gohan’s hackles rose at that. On Sadla a child-bearer’s acceptance had nothing to do with status or wealth. They declined requests from people they just didn’t like. ‘Sava’s not in this for the money. It’s personal… he hates the child-bearers.’

“Time to sample you, Lovely One. I have a feeling that this mouth is capable of more than just vile curses.”

Without warning Gohan felt Vegeta’s control suddenly beginning to unravel. Submitting to weeks of abuse, the worst of which he’d endured without his mate… Whis had said it best. No matter the prize, this had been an impossibly cruel experience for anyone, let alone someone with Vegeta’s abusive upbringing.

Without thinking Gohan reached out, grasping one of Vegeta’s bound hands, something he’d done many times in the past two days. “We’ve done all we can here,” he said softly. “Take me off the leash, Vegeta. It’s time to get out of this awful place.”

Goku’s anxiousness began pulling at Vegeta even harder; a second vote for an immediate homecoming. Gohan’s words rang true as well. It was time to reap the rewards of his dangerous gamble, and more importantly it was time to be whole once more. Vegeta let go of all but one of the minds to which he’d connected himself, and he pushed Goku to do the same. To both Frost and Sava’s confusion Vegeta growled a guttural word that neither understood…

But the word had been both a title and a call, one not meant for them. They both gaped in disbelief as Gohan dropped his shielding god ki, to their eyes materializing out of nowhere.

He turned both his gaze and his rage on Sava. “Get your filthy hands off my King,” he snarled. “Now.”

The full measure of Gohan’s wrath was roused and it spoke to something primal within Sava, warning him of a danger that had him outclassed. An instinctual fear he didn’t understand forced him away from Vegeta, making him stumble backward into a defensive position.

*Vegeta. Catch.* Gohan took advantage of their momentary shock to hold out a hand, transferring a short but powerful burst of ki to Vegeta. The King caught and directed it straight into the cuffs and collar he’d been forced to wear, overloading all three at once. With a pop and a hiss they crumbled and fell, leaving raw, burned skin underneath.

“What is this?” Frost demanded, scowling at his now fearful partner as Vegeta left Frost’s soft bed for good. “Who is this, and why the hell is he in one of my secret bases?!”

As Sava stammered, trying to compose himself enough to come up with an explanation Gohan reached out to Vegeta. *Ready to get these guys to Sadla?*

//Hell yes. …Though clothes would be nice. Mine are in pieces and I don’t share Kakarot’s love of exhibitionism.//

Before Gohan could offer a solution, a familiar presence took the job out of his hands.

Vegeta felt it too, a fraction of a second later. He closed his eyes, drawn into a pleasant tingle and the comforting feel of lightweight fabrics, armor, boots, flowing robe and most importantly, gloves. He found himself suddenly enfolded in a tight physical and mental embrace that was more than welcome.

Sava and Frost stopped to gape in confusion at the sudden appearance of clothing on the pregnant Royal.

Don’t you ever put me through that again! What is this awful stench in your blood… They drugged you?! If they’ve harmed my children, so help me-

Relief and amusement flooded Vegeta in equal measure. //You’re a helicopter mom, Whis. I’m all right, and so are they. You made it back just in time.//

Of course I did! ...And I don’t think I’ve ever traveled that fast in my life…

Gohan choked back a laugh at seeing Whis draped over Vegeta’s back. *If you two are done cuddling, could we get back to the whole empire overthrow thing, maybe?*

Vegeta responded with a glare, but Whis just smiled and held on tighter. Vegeta just heaved a long-suffering sigh as Whis began rubbing circles on his rounded belly, cooing softly to the twins’ delight and pointedly ignoring everything else going on.

Frost finally gave up on trying to get any sense out of Sava. Ever the opportunist, he tried to find a way to turn a powerful enemy into an ally. “Perhaps I have… misjudged… the situation. It’s clear that you’re more cunning than your more naïve brethren; I judged you prey when you are certainly predator. What is done is done though, and I apologize for any discomfort you have suffered. But going forward, we might come to an understanding. As Sava can attest, I’m willing to pay quite handsomely for loyalty. I might be persuaded to pay even more for your silence-”

“You mean my complicity,” Vegeta corrected harshly. “In widespread murder by manufactured conflict, and in the buying and selling of living beings… for nothing more than profit.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing! Besides, You forgot an important part. Fame.” Vegeta’s lip curled and Gohan scowled. “Come now. To be wealthy and adored by the very beings bleeding for your comfort… what could be sweeter than that!”

A look of complete and absolute disgust was Vegeta’s only response to Frost’s offer.

“Gohan. Collect these sacks of shit. There are some people back on Sadla who would like a word with them, I’m sure.”

“As My King commands,” Gohan snarled, eager to see some justice finally done.

Frost was quick to level a shot of energy in attack, but Gohan was faster. He burst into his Super Saiyan form, letting the ball of ki disintegrate harmlessly into his body. Frost had yet to see or feel the immense power of the form, and he looked to Sava in shock. “What the hell is this?!”

“I warned you,” Sava answered shakily. “They’re more powerful than we are. I see now… they made it appear that their king was weaker than the rest of them, made him seem thoughtless and rash but it was all a lie-”

“One you were all too eager to believe,” Vegeta sneered.

Gohan surged forward, grasping both Frost and Sava by the backs of their necks before they registered his movement. He enjoyed their shock and dismay almost as much as their fruitless attempts to struggle free of his iron grip.

“Don’t make me knock you out,” Gohan admonished when they began to attempt an attack. The threat was enough to make them behave… for the moment.

Vegeta’s hand fell to his shoulder and Gohan met his eyes, for just a moment he saw his own confused, mixed feelings reflected back at him.

“Anni zanissh,” Vegeta called for the second time, and as before Gohan almost trembled to hear his title spoken in Vegeta’s deep voice. Not just ‘shadow’ this time, but ‘my shadow.’ No matter what happened from now on, he never again had to doubt his place with Vegeta.

“I’m sick of their filth and my mate needs me. Take me home to him.”

Gohan smiled, unable to resist saying it one more time. “As my King commands.”

Whis joined them, hand lighting on his arm as well and Gohan took a deep breath, reaching out from his calm core to his father’s restless presence.

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The full force of Vegeta’s mind was incredibly powerful, but Goku knew how to function within it, to not let it overwhelm him. He took no more than a couple of seconds to sharpen his focus before getting to work; there wasn’t much time.

He didn’t bother opening his eyes or trying to speak to Rampa, whose concerned gaze he could feel. Instead he reached out a hand to grasp Rampa’s own, put the other to his forehead and Transmitted them both right into the middle of a full council session.

Goku ignored their shock at his sudden appearance, quickly ordering them to link arms. He used that same hop-to, imperious bark he’d learned from Vegeta so they complied without thinking. All of his actions had taken only a few seconds, and when he touched Yasai’s shoulder Vegeta’s influence began to push through to them all.

The initial shock and confusion of seeing through someone else’s eyes, hearing through someone else’s ears were great, but it was easy enough to focus once the entirety of the Saiyan leadership realized they were being beaten, berated, and manhandled. Only Goku felt it when Krass’s fingers violently entered Vegeta’s body, but Krass’ crude remarks made it all too clear.

Krass’ abuse had been bad enough. Frost and Sava’s entrances had brought more confusion at first, even hope, then growing rage as the two of them outlined their crimes… and the Saiyan’s unwitting involvement in Frost’s wars-for-profit schemes.

By the time Vegeta dropped the connection the room churned with the shock, disbelief, and confusion of the council… except for the two who were edging quietly toward the doors.

Goku’s head throbbed from mental exertion, and when his temper flared he didn’t rein it in. He leveled a blast at the floor between them and the door. “That was a warning. Next time I won’t miss.”

That was enough to freeze them in their tracks. Yasai was the first to recover from the unfamiliar mental contact and the massive influx of devastating information. He looked to Goku who nodded, confirming that this part of their plan, at least, was unchanged. “Sound the bells, I want a full assembly. Now. And bring these two pieces of filth along. It’s time to clean house. Goku, Rampa… with me, if you would.”

They both swept out of the room followed by the council entire and the two turncoats being dragged along by the guard.

This wasn’t over yet; Goku knew they still had a show to put on. But by the end of it the inhabitants of two entire Universes would have a brighter future. It was a momentous occasion, one they had all risked so much to make happen…

Not that Goku couldn’t bring himself to care, not about any of it.

After a month away from him, of consoling and aiding each other from afar Vegeta was coming home. He could feel Vegeta working hard to control his agitation even though Whis and Gohan were there to help him. ‘He needs me,’ Goku thought anxiously. He took a deep breath, trying to keep pace with Yasai instead of sprinting for the throne room as if Vegeta would arrive as soon as Goku stepped foot in the grand hall.

Rampa reached for his hand, startling him. As if following his thoughts the stately child-bearer gave it a reassuring squeeze, smiling gently. Goku squeezed it back, grateful for his support, but he wanted only Vegeta.

‘We’ll be together soon. He’s coming back to me.’

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With a rough jolt, Frost and Sava both found themselves in the throne room back on Sadla with no understanding of how they’d arrived there. Before they’d even recovered from the journey Vegeta and Gohan were striding away from them. They turned quickly to see Yasai leaning forward on his throne and the Council flanking him, leaving Sava alone with Frost front and center of the large dais to face the packed audience hall.

Frost didn’t notice that the number of Royal Guards in the room was double what it usually was, but Sava did, frowning at the change.

The arrival was far kinder and more welcome to Gohan and his company. He took a deep, relaxing breath, glad to be back on Sadla. The chamber held more people than it had the day they’d arrived, and this was no planned reception, comfortably attended by the finely dressed. The people still streaming through the doors had arrived in a hurry, dressed in their uniforms, training gear, lab coats… And gone was the eager curiosity of that day. Now confusion and disbelief clogged the air, making Gohan wonder how much of the information he’d mined had already been disseminated in such a short time.

‘At least this part is going to plan,’ he thought. As always Whis took up his place behind Vegeta, sharing a concerned look with Gohan. Vegeta had been off-balance for weeks, and it seemed Goku hadn’t fared much better since Gohan had left. Though Goku couldn’t drag his eyes away from his mate, Vegeta seemed far too focused on anything but Goku. The opposite reactions added up to the same thing though. The quicker this show ended, the better for them both.

Sava cursed to himself, looking around for his two co-conspirators on the Council - his last chances at wiggling out of this with his life.

He paled in near panic when he spotted them trussed up in chains similar to the ones that had so recently been on his false captive. Together with Gaspar and Rhuba, Sava had worked to subvert their own leadership, to profit from the deaths of their own people. The other two generals both stared firmly at the ground, refusing to look up at him. The others knew of his dealings with Frost and supported him in them, growing immeasurably in status and wealth all the while and now, now they couldn’t look him in the eye…?

Frost bristled inside, more annoyed than anything else though he held on to his calm demeanor. “What is going on here?!” Frost hissed at Sava. “If you’ve screwed something up-”

“My people… they know,” Sava breathed back, feeling the heat of Yasai’s angry gaze at his back.

“They. Know. What?”

Sava read the defeat in the lines of his oldest friend’s posture, slumped in his chains like a beaten animal. “Everything. They know everything.”

“But how? How could they know already?!”

Sava’s jaw tightened. “Does it really matter now? We’re finished.”

“Maybe you are,” Frost scoffed with a smile. “But I have no intention of dying on this stinking rock.”

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Next: Frost and Sava ungraciously face the consequences of their deeds while Goku and Vegeta just want to rip each other’s clothes off.

I borrowed a little Dothraki for Vegeta’s native language; Klingon was a little too guttural for what I have in my head.

Gaspar: The Dragon Ball franchise thinks asparagus is evil, and Paragus was already taken.
Rhuba: Rhubarb is pretty, is often used right alongside fruits in desserts, and will totally poison you if you don’t know how to handle it.

Zeo: OMG I’m so sorry about the delay! It's 5AM but I didn't want to wait until tomorrow night just in case you checked sooner than that, lol. Thanks for sticking with me!!! :D
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