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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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Recompense

Abandoning his long-time conspirator to his fate, Frost turned away from Sava to face the imposing ruler who glowered at him from his throne.

“King Yasai,” he said loudly, allowing confusion and relief to disguise the annoyance he truly felt. “I’m glad to see you. One moment I was on a ship with your High General here, discussing a plan to help a planet in need and the next we were under attack, taken and transported here somehow by these two strangers.”

Vegeta raised an eyebrow, arms crossing over his chest. “That’s the story you’re going with? Ballsy. Stupid, but ballsy.”

Frost ignored him, continuing to lay down a bullshit story for a few more moments before Yasai’s booming voice cut him off. “Former General Gaspar. Do you have any information to share with your King, and the people you swore to defend? …This will be your one and only chance to share, in case that wasn’t clear.”

The older of the two bound conspirators shuddered in his cold, thick chains. His short, spiked hair provided him no cover from the scorn-filled gazes of his former council members. When he finally lifted his head, his eyes looked to Sava. Though they had known each other almost their whole lives, Gaspar’s jaw hardened when Sava gave him a short shake of his head. The penalty for treason was high; Gaspar knew he would face a slow and excruciating ritual execution. He had never been a particularly brave or principled man… it was a death he intended to avoid at any cost.

Cooperation meant leniency in the form of a quick death or even life spent in service… Somehow, those options had become the best he could hope for.

“General Rhuba and I have been working to discredit King Yasai for years, under High General Sava’s orders-”

“To what purpose?” Yasai demanded.

Gaspar answered after a brief hesitation. “He sought to take your place, to become King himself by the will of the people. I have intricate knowledge of these crimes, and I am willing to disclose any information that is asked of me.”

“What are you doing?!” Rhuba spat from beside him. “Keep your mouth shut! He wouldn’t dare to take us down, the people would revolt!”

“I’m trying to save us both, you fool!” Gaspar shot back, but Rhuba’s lip curled in disgust.

“Fucking coward.”

Gaspar shook his head sadly. Rhuba was younger than him and Sava both. The younger man was both charming and handsome- the perfect tool for the times he or Sava needed to finesse the Council into coming around to their view. Rhuba had been born privileged, but the man’s voracious hedonistic appetites required ever increasing funds to feed them. He’d been raised to believe he was untouchable, and Gaspar knew the young man would curse that folly before the sun set on the first day of his execution.

Yasai ignored the outburst, his attention fixed on exposing the ugly truth. “What of King Vegeta? How did he truly come into Frost’s company?”

Gaspar winced, taking a deep breath to steady himself… and to pray. More than the deaths of his people in pointless wars, the unnecessary deaths of countless beings to fill his own pockets this was the crime that his people would not be able to overlook. And though he and Rhuba had minimal input into this enterprise, they knew of it and did nothing to stop it.

“The High General had King Vegeta kidnapped, smuggled off-planet and delivered to Frost’s people.”

There were gasps of shock and cries of disbelief and denial. “To what purpose?” Yasai pressed when Gaspar hesitated.

“To be prepared and broken so he could be… sold. As a- as a slave.” Those cries got louder and became angry, the atmosphere growing heavy with it but they once again fell into a stunned, almost reverent hush when Frost stepped forward, putting a little distance between him and Sava.

This was all an irritating inconvenience to him, not a serious threat. Working a crowd, spinning his own mythology with easy lies was second nature to him. He was already a hero to these people; surely it wouldn’t be difficult to escape his part in this. With a wide smile that had charmed much of his universe Frost spread his hands. “My friends! It has been quite some time since I visited your world. I confess that I have no idea what is going on… This is clearly an internal matter, one which has nothing to do with me, regardless of the lies you are hearing. We are allies! And have been for decades.” He pointed a finger in Vegeta’s direction in accusation. “Whatever these… these newcomer frauds have tried to trick you into believing of me-”

“Those ‘frauds’ are Saiyan. And they have outmaneuvered you,” Yasai boomed standing to his full height before descending the dais to Frost’s level. “You attacked King Vegeta, not the other way around, it is the truth.”

Frost huffed, feigning hurt. “I don’t understand how you, of all people, could believe that of me. Your information is wrong, they are lying to you, making a fool of you-”

“That is enough! The Council and I heard your plans and witnessed your abuses first-hand! King Vegeta and his people have the ability to travel across almost any distance instantly; it’s how you came to be here before us. General Gohan joined his king two days ago and has been with him ever since.”

The impromptu title took Gohan by surprise but he covered it well, deciding that he liked the sound of it. But Frost’s face fell, his confidence fading as the timing sunk in. “Enough time for the dampening drug to wear off,” he murmured.

“You thought we could be defeated by a tube of chemicals?” Vegeta scoffed, not seeing fit to let anyone else know just how close those tubes of chemicals had come to ruining everything. “You are the fool here. My mate and I are linked at any distance. What I see, he sees… and together we allowed King Yasai and the Council in on your boasting of your crimes. Through me they have seen and heard exactly who you are.”

“...And just in case that wasn’t enough, I copied all the files and logs from both the station and your ship, in addition to your conversation with Sava in the control room,” Gohan added with a well-earned smirk. “As we speak it’s all being sent to every computer on Sadla, and to every planet you’ve ever had contact with. There’s nowhere to run, no more concealing what you’ve done.”

The hopelessness of his situation hit Frost fully and he finally stopped smiling. His mind spun, trying to come up with something that might get him out of his disastrous situation. He was barely able to concentrate when Yasai began speaking to those assembled, seemingly ignoring him in his panic.

“Our new allies made this possible, working together to reveal the rot in our own midst. King Vegeta volunteered for this, allowing himself to be taken and put at great risk for our benefit. Sava, Frost… Thanks to our new friends we have proof of your crimes… and thanks to King Vegeta we know your cruel plans. Both of you have committed heinous crimes throughout the Universe that we fight so hard to protect. Frost, your little business of starting wars only to profit from them is as dead as your slave trafficking venture.”

Frost’s ‘who, me?’ act abandoned him. It had taken him almost his entire life to build up his underground empire. From the offspring of a mid-level black-marketeer to one of the wealthiest, most powerful beings in the universe… He was on the verge of losing it all.

He roared his rage to those assembled and the ground shook. Ungrateful Saiyans… they had benefited from his manufactured tragedies, gained influence on worlds uncounted through his maneuvering… And this was how they repaid him? By destroying all of his work, by ruining him utterly?

He began to transform into his most powerful form, getting no little satisfaction from the fear and dismay it instilled. Even at his full strength Frost knew he might not be a match for this new class of saiyan warriors, but he knew that didn’t matter.   For all their talk of pride, nobility was the defining trait of the Saiyan people that he knew. As long as Frost was in a position to destroy the gathered saiyan civilians, the foolish nobility of their fighters would force them to shift their attention from him to those who needed help. They wouldn’t lay a finger on him… but he would have to act fast.

A quick lashing out of his energy was enough to knock almost everyone around Frost off their feet. ‘Staying alive is all that matters. I built an empire once, I can do it again,’ he repeated to himself, aiming a hand upward. A quick glance at the more diminutive of the two Kings gave Frost hope; such a high-value hostage could get him safely off the planet and give him a new future. ‘If I can get out of here with him I’ll still be able to sell him. That will give me the start-up capital I will need to re-establish myself.’ He aimed a powerful blast at the high ceiling above those gathered.

The blast wouldn’t get anywhere near the ceiling, though many screams and cries erupted from those who feared otherwise. Frost’s not-so-hapless quarry had other plans.

Before Goku or Gohan could move Vegeta shut down any move they might have made. //I’ll handle this. It’s time to pay this son of a bitch back for the hospitality he showed me.//

In a flash Vegeta had intercepted the blast, neutralizing it harmlessly. Frost growled, squaring himself against the threat as Vegeta dropped back down to the ground, hate-filled eyes boring into him. Battle energy surged through Vegeta, even the babies inside him were filled with excitement. He smiled coldly at Frost’s indignation and anger. The swirling pain and revulsion from a month of hated passivity under cruel circumstances needed to be exorcised.

Another outcry of disbelief and horror arose from the people, and the guards - along with many gathered - began to move to intercept the threat, to protect the child-bearer.   A quick word from Goku was enough to relay Vegeta’s intent to Yasai, and only a direct order from the people's’ King forestalled their interference. This was the best way to disprove the theory that Vegeta held no real power. Yasai and Goku both knew it - though neither of them liked it.

A quick touch from Whis reminded Vegeta of the first time Frost had drugged him, and how. He wouldn’t let Frost get another chance to use that hidden needle.

Vegeta launched himself at Frost with a roar, his first blow cracking against Frost’s jaw. He watched his own blood dripping on to the dark stone floor with a look of anger.

“How long has it been since someone has drawn your blood? …Besides me, I mean,” Vegeta taunted as Frost took a few cautious steps backward, wincing in pain. “Don’t expect me to go easy on you just because you’re famous.”

“And don’t you expect mercy, you glorified broodmare. Your fate hasn’t changed; damaged or no you and your whelps will still fetch an astronomical price!” When he swung for Vegeta’s face the king didn’t back up, letting it crack across his jaw.

The look in Frost’s eyes when he realized he’d done no damage was the best meal Vegeta could have asked for. “My turn,” he smiled.

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Flashes of light punctuated each hit as Vegeta pummeled Frost.   He was so focused on his task that Vegeta didn’t even notice that his fury had carried him into Super Saiyan. Frost tried to fight back but Vegeta’s savagery easily crushed any attack or defense he could offer up. Every hit was a repayment for the indignities Frost had forced him to bear, every unwanted touch he had been forced to endure. Though the pirate didn’t have enough fight in him to repay the whole of the debt - not even close - Vegeta would extract all the payment he could.

Goku watched from the dais, forgetting to try to appear calm. His muscles twitched as he willed them against what they wanted to do. His mind fared no better; it felt fractured into pieces. Part of him hated that Vegeta and Gohan had to handle this part… but he had already gained respect and authority in the eyes of these people. To put an end to the rumors of Vegeta’s weakness and further establish Gohan’s place in their triad, Vegeta and Gohan had to finish this. Taking the backseat in a fight was difficult enough without the well-being of his mate and children being in the balance.

The part of him that didn’t hate this was so turned on it took a great amount of willpower to keep from grabbing Vegeta and flying off with him right then and there. He could feel Rampa’s sympathetic eyes on him, worried about his feelings over his mate’s seeming disregard. He just didn’t understand, and Goku wasn’t about to tear his eyes away from Vegeta to explain the truth.

Vegeta’s armor could no longer hide the existence of the twins and Goku watched him fight in no little awe. He’d thought Chi-Chi had been lurching and ungainly when she had been as pregnant with Gohan, but Vegeta… The extra weight and girth of the rapidly growing children were no encumbrance to him. Vegeta moved with his customary savage grace and economy of movement, easily twisting to take the brunt of a blow aimed at his midsection with his shoulder, or rebalancing to block it all together. He’d uncurled his now-golden tail from the relative safety of his waist to further boost his agility and Goku briefly wondered how exotic he looked to a people who had no living memory of a tailed saiyan. Goku couldn’t tear his eyes away from it as it whipped around him and he knew without looking around that he wasn’t the only one.

Goku could hear the song of battle surging through Vegeta and the desire to join him, to join with him was almost maddening… If this didn’t end soon he didn’t know if he could bear it.

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Vegeta hurled Frost to the ground and he finally found that he could no longer rise to get back in the one-sided pummelling. His transformation faded as he struggled for breath and Vegeta dropped to the floor, glaring down at him, fists clenching in his rage. The fight hadn’t been enough, it had ended too soon to make a dent in controlling his restless, careening emotions. He still felt as dirty and barely controlled as he had when he’d arrived back on Sadla. It was infuriating; he’d hoped the fight would relieve some of the pressure before Goku had to deal with it.

But there was nothing for it; Frost had given him all the fight that was in him. He could feel the intensity of Goku’s gaze burning into him and he quelled a shudder; it was taking everything he had not to turn to meet it. His interest in the events here would be over, he knew, as soon as he acknowledged his mate. He just had to focus for a few minutes more, but even that thought was little comfort; it seemed time had never moved so slowly.

Vegeta took a steadying breath, then turned to level a stony gaze at Yasai. He knew that what he wanted was clear.

Yasai grimaced. That Vegeta was even asking in this way was a polite concession; Vegeta clearly needed no one’s permission to do as he pleased. Yasai managed not to jump out of his skin at hearing a familiar voice inside his mind. //You asked me to bring you the one responsible for taking Matsu away from you and I have done so. Without Sava and his family line, Frost would never have gotten his hands on any of your bearers. Take Sava. I want this one.// Yasai’s look of confusion only lasted a moment before his eyes narrowed dangerously. For the indignities Vegeta had suffered at Frost’s hands he deserved retribution, there was no question of that. But would Sava be enough for his own vengeance?

He looked at the friend he had known for almost his entire life, the one responsible for nearly tearing his world apart. The unapologetic, sullen stare that Sava returned brought the terror of Matsu’s final moments washing over Yasai as clearly now as when it had happened.

At his sides his hands balled into fists, shaking imperceptibly. Yes, Sava would be enough.

After a deep breath, Yasai nodded to his fellow monarch, agreeing to his diplomatic request. Vegeta wasted no time, as eager for Frost’s life as he was for an end to the necessary theatre. “King Yasai. What is the punishment for those who would harm a pregnant child-bearer?”

When he spoke again, Yasai’s deep voice was solemn and grateful. “There is only one punishment. Death. Because of the abuses you suffered - for the benefit of both myself and my people - you more than anyone have the right to see it done.”

Vegeta turned to his newly appointed General. Whether Yasai’s dubbing was planned or just a slip, it was what Vegeta had been hoping for and he was ready to run with it. //I won’t make you do this-//

Vegeta’s care touched him, but Gohan had no reservations. *This isn’t something I’ll lose sleep over. Give me the command.*

Vegeta nodded, more than a little pride in his mate’s eldest son filling him. It astonished him how much the last few years had hardened the uncertain young man he had been. But like his father, somehow Gohan’s goodness and his sense of justice had not only survived his trials, they had prevailed. “General Gohan. This piece of filth thought to tear me from my mate, break my spirit and sell me to the highest bidder as a plaything and ‘broodmare.’ I want it out of my sight. Now.”

Gohan needed no further prompting; he’d been waiting for this since finding Vegeta drugged and alone in Frost’s ruthless custody. He stalked over to the fallen tyrant and Frost was still too dazed to put up a fight when Gohan grasped him by the back of the neck and lifted him high.

Frost’s narrow eyes flew wide when Gohan swung him around to face the assembled crowd. The vice-like hand around his throat was too tight; he could barely breathe. He couldn’t bargain for his life. His body was shot to hell; he tried to swipe his tail around to catch Gohan off guard but Vegeta had broken it beyond use. He couldn’t even fight for his life.

“Goodbye, Frost,” he heard his executioner hiss quietly at his back. “Do us all a favor and stay dead the first time we kill you.”

A glint of confusion came into Frost’s eyes at that, but even if he were facing them the dark satisfaction of Vegeta and his second was the only explanation he would see.

The blazing heat of the hand holding him aloft quickly became almost as white-hot as the rage in Gohan’s eyes. Somehow Frost drew in enough air to scream as it rolled over and into him, the world becoming as incandescent as the pain-

And then he knew no more.

The ashes of what had once been the ruler of Universe 6’s dark underworld weren’t finished drifting to the ground before Yasai whirled on Sava.

“The last bearer taken was named Matsu,” he boomed, advancing on his slightly shorter target. “He was bright, had a sharp wit, he was… beautiful. And I loved him with all my heart. I would have defied tradition and mated with him had he not been taken from me.” He hesitated; emotion had drawn the ill-advised confession from him, but it didn’t draw the dismay he had expected from his people. There was a spate of gasps from those assembled… quickly followed by impossibly more anger on their King's behalf. At first Yasai was shocked to feel it; after all, monarchs were disallowed from such unions out of fear it would too closely align secular and spiritual power.

A fleeting thought brought a brief levity to his spirit. ‘So Rampa was right again. My people truly are romantics at heart.’

Yasai closed his eyes briefly in gratitude, letting his peoples’ anger roll over him in a way he never had before. It resonated in a way that was familiar to the three foreign saiyans, and they waited eagerly.

“What. Happened. To my beloved?” Yasai growled angrily.

Yasai loomed over Sava, a head taller but Sava didn’t bend, standing straight and barely acknowledging Yasai. But a change happened in that moment; Sava’s eyes focused on Yasai’s and his jaw clenched as his thoughts moved from thoughts of escape and survival to acceptance of his fate…

And revenge.

“He was beautiful,” Sava hissed. “And no matter how hard I tried, how many times I petitioned him, brought him gifts to try for his attention he had me turned away. You were the only one he would receive, the only one he deemed worthy of his time. And me? He shunned me-”

“As was his right!” Rampa thundered uncharacteristically, stalking to Yasai’s side. “We have always known there was something wrong with you, it can’t have escaped your notice that not one of us wanted anything to do with you. We could sense the nature you kept hidden inside and what everyone now knows. You are evil!”

“Call me whatever you like, words are all a weakling like you have,” Sava sneered back. “You were my father’s chosen target back then, not Matsu. I’m the one that convinced him to take Matsu instead!”

“He didn’t want you. He didn’t want anyone but me…” Yasai swallowed hard. “You took him because he… loved me.”

There were gasps of disbelief, even sounds of grief from both the assembled crowd and the council. But that grief turned quickly to outrage, and demands for justice. Yasai let them ring out for a few moments before silencing them with a thundering proclamation.

“I couldn’t save him. But by all the gods I will have justice on his behalf.” His hand found Sava’s collar, lifting him up off the ground and holding him high in a barely controlled rage.

“Sava. For all your countless crimes against your own people, I sentence you to death… But not before you name names. You would have destroyed everything we are and everything we stand for. You almost made me fail my people! I will never be so blind again. I want everyone,” Yasai snarled, “and I mean everyone involved in your little schemes from the top down to the lowest minion on your list.”

Power swirled around the king in fits and starts, and Vegeta reached out to his companions. //Has he been able to do it yet?//

*No, it’s like most of the potentials I’ve been training. It’s in them, but they either can’t generate the rage it takes for that first transformation or they can’t properly focus or sustain it. What about Yasai, Dad?*

During Vegeta’s absence, Goku and Yasai had sparred many times. During those times he had done what he could to set Yasai on the path. It’s been the same with him. I know it’s there, I can feel it, but he just hasn’t been able to… get there. Maybe I’m doing something wrong.

Vegeta answered with an indignation that made Gohan chuckle, and that soothed Goku like a balm. //You know what you’re doing. You got it out of Gohan, didn’t you? It’s these people… they are too civilized; their primal selves are farther away from them than ours are. We all know the level of desperation or rage it takes to trigger the transformation. We have a shit history, but it gave us access to a power we would have otherwise lacked.//

Sava glared down Yasai’s arm with all the hatred he possessed. “I will never, ever help you,” he spat.

Yasai’s eyes narrowed and the unsettled, overwhelming rage and need he’d been barely controlling galvanized, locking into place. He didn’t notice the physical change, only felt a boost in power and focus that he’d never experienced before. His people though, couldn’t believe their eyes.

Before their eyes, their King had become a Super Saiyan.

Gohan, Goku and Vegeta all looked on almost as proudly as the onlookers, Goku especially.

Sava went white as a sheet, terror in his eyes.

“You will tell me everything I want to know. And then I will personally execute you… and I will drag your death out for as long as I can. Because the gentleness that might have spared you the full brunt of your crimes? It died. With Matsu.” Yasai’s big fist released Sava’s collar, but a blast of ki from the furious king sent Sava flying before he had time to touch the floor. He hit a far wall and crumpled into a heap, knocked out cold by the impact.

Stunned guards rushed to collect him, hauling his unconscious body away as Yasai stared at his hand for a moment as though he didn’t recognize it.

After a few seconds of almost complete silence, a raucous cheer arose from the crowd.

Gohan blew out a relieved breath, unable to keep a smile off his face. *Wow, that’s… this is amazing! We did it, didn’t we?*

//Of course we did, idiot.// Gohan chuckled, not fooled in the least by his king’s gruff words. In truth, Vegeta’s relief was even greater than Gohan’s. They had done it. After today no one would deny him anything he asked for. There would be a living, breathing Saiyan race in Universe 7 once again, and both peoples would be stronger for the union.

The siren song of Goku’s presence called to him even louder but he resisted it knowing that once he gave in to it, he wouldn’t give a damn about any of this. Everything they’d accomplished couldn’t be allowed to fall apart in his absence.

//Whis. What is Yasai’s Council saying? Are they really as happy as they look?//

Whis’ satisfied smile was as encouraging as his words. “They’re even happier, if that’s possible. You’ve solved a lot of problems for them. Oh, there will be infighting to fill the power vacuum of the missing conspirators, but Yasai already has three or four possible replacements in mind that will help. Cabba’s father is one of them. Think of how thrilled Rampa will be!”

Vegeta did his best to think out the next steps, any hitches that might come up but it was so difficult to think with Goku so far across the room…

Without thinking Gohan grabbed his hand, jarring him out of his frustration. “Vegeta, Whis and I have got this. Go to him and get out of here, okay? We’ll see you in a few days.” After a reassuring squeeze Gohan moved to let go but Vegeta hesitated, giving his hand a squeeze back before releasing him: a brief but meaningful acknowledgment of all the young man had done for him over the past few days.

Vegeta took a deep breath, letting his mission go for the first time since its inception. He then let go of Yasai, of Frost and everything else that simply no longer mattered without a second thought. He opened up to Goku completely, dulling both their headaches caused by the strain of having touched so many minds at once.

He finally met Goku’s dark eyes and the heat between them immediately began to roil almost out of control. Goku let his own eyes drift shut for just a moment. He savored both the contact and the heat of Vegeta’s gaze finally on him again, trying not to lose himself in the warmth of it all. You’re really back… They did such terrible things to you and you couldn’t hear me-

//And look what it got us. We need their help and their blood and after today we have both. I know you’re pissed. You suffered, and I’m… sorry. I can only tell you that it was worth it Kakarot.//

After everything they put you through it had better be. The thought was bitter and Vegeta reached out to bring their minds together once more only to feel Goku pull away from him, narrowing the contact. Vegeta frowned; to be further apart was the last thing either of them wanted and he knew it.

//What do you think you’re doing?//

Vegeta… I know what you’ve been through and why, I know what’s at stake, but… You’d better make sure you’re done with this for a while before we start anything. I need you too much right now to keep sharing you with the future.

Vegeta’s own fragile control broke. Lust and aggression blended seamlessly and he roared in challenge. Goku answered it without thought, flaring into his Super Saiyan form. It was Vegeta who crossed the space between them, refusing to break the eye contact he’d so scrupulously avoided earlier. He stopped a mere arm’s length away from his mate. //Then don’t share me. I’m right fucking here, Kakarot. And we both need this.//

Two Kings and a mated Consort glowing golden with power enchanted and energized the people utterly, but the amazed gasps of the crowd were lost on Goku and Vegeta both.

Goku’s desire flared and Vegeta stoked it with his own. The storm in Vegeta’s dark eyes caught Goku and held him. Need called to need, heedless of the gathered crowd. Vegeta had traveled across the galaxy and back, and now Goku reached out to bring him the rest of the way home.

Their lips met in a kiss that was as volatile as they both felt, tongues engaging in a battle for dominance that left them both needing more. Goku moaned when Vegeta’s arms wound around his neck, and he almost lost control when that soft tail found its desired home, wrapping around his thigh. Vegeta pulled away just long enough to make his wishes perfectly clear. “If you don’t get us out of here, I will,” he growled, and Goku didn’t hesitate to comply. The arm around his waist tightened and without even breaking their kiss Goku Transmitted them from the dais.

After the devastating revelations they’d heard, Yasai could feel it when his people latched onto the hope and the love they’d seen as well, holding tight to it. “Well,” he murmured to Gohan and Rampa with a rueful chuckle. “One thing’s for sure. No one will doubt the truth of their bond after that display!”

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Next: The clothes come off. Oh, other stuff will happen too. But the poor guys need some naked time.
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