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Freeza's Rule	By : AnonymityGranted Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2366 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 6

Bardock

Kojack, another one of many planets he'd rather forget he'd ever visited; unfortunately this one would haunt the back of mind even after he was long dead. It had a population of moderately vicious inhabitants, a spotty moon pattern, and it was overly humid. Raditz had grown into a power level equal to his status as a low level saiyan. Raditz held his own well enough, but it was tiring. He could see Nappa in the distance enjoying the destruction of the planet's defenses. He was deliberately getting closer to the native warriors then necessary, letting their blood spray over him continually. He looked happy; Raditz hated it when he was happy.

A happy Nappa meant a night with Raditz's face shoved into the bald man's lap. It meant a greater chance that he'd be unsatisfied with just that and shoved Raditz against a wall instead or maybe the ground, whichever Nappa felt would be faster. It meant making up another excuse as to why for the thousandth time his armor and uniform were destroyed and needed yet another one. Raditz frowned at this, willing one of the natives would lucky and injure the man. Then again an angry Nappa didn't make matters much better.

Raditz was surprised by the blow to his stomach. It let one of the natives finally get the upper hand and send him sailing back into the thicket of trees. The blow hadn't come from outside his stomach, though. Raditz panted harshly, not sure whether he was madder at the natives, himself, Nappa, Vegeta, or Nappa's spawn that decided to make its presence and displeasure known at the wrong time.

Vegeta's solution to the problem had been simple, they'd go on missions as usual, Raditz would participate as usual, and through his own weakness miscarry. Unfortunately no matter how many fights he got into, how many blows were exchanged over the months, the unborn saiyan continued to make its presence known with many strong and healthy kicks to its bearer's inner organs. Freeza had made his opinion on the saiyan race more than abundantly clear over the years. They no longer hoped to find more of their kind and Raditz did not want to find out what sadistic method Freeza would use to be rid of a new saiyan or if Raditz himself would survive the experience. He was getting larger, and he feared that if he got into a pod the child would not wait until they landed to demand its release. Raditz had to fight himself to remember not to get attached to the child, a task that was made harder by the nights where he could feel the curious prodding of fingers against the inside of his stomach and the tickle of a small furry tail unfurling. The kicking made it easier though, he could almost delude himself into thinking the child was mocking him too.

"It still moving?" asked Nappa as walked up to the tree Raditz had decided to rest against. Raditz nodded, unwilling to look Nappa in the eye. He and Vegeta were unanimous in the decision that this was completely Raditz’s fault. Never mind that he was literally held down while the cub had been conceived. Never mind that Nappa was the only one who had ever derived any pleasure from their much too frequent couplings over the years and became so caught up in that pleasure this time that he forgot to pull out. One good thing had come of it though, Vegeta ordered Nappa to choose safer avenues for his lust in the future, not even allowing talk of making use of Raditz's mouth anymore.

"Get back to work!" yelled Vegeta flying down to where they were. He was still shorter than both of them, and he wasn’t going to grow anymore but he still managed to make them each feel small. Raditz rushed to his feet, knowing that he was already on thin ice. They went back to obliterating the planet's natives.

At the end of the day they made a fire and roasted a few of the corpses. Raditz was ravenous but he ate slowly, trying to eat only for one rather than two. The other two paid him little attention.

"Does it still live?" Vegeta asked suddenly. Raditz kept his eyes down but he could feel Vegeta's eyes boring into him.

"Yes, Prince Vegeta," he intoned, fully expecting Vegeta’s rage.

"I won't have Freeza wrath on our heads because of your indiscretion, Raditz," Vegeta snapped. Raditz felt a surge of anger go through him. His unwanted passenger agreed wholeheartedly, flailing its limbs around in its limited space.

"I'm sorry, Prince Vegeta. I'll take care of it," he bit out.

"You've had your chance to do that. Lie on the ground," ordered Vegeta. Raditz looked up at him in confusion. Apparently he took too long to comply, he found himself in the familiar position of having Nappa pining him to the ground.

Vegeta stood over them and Nappa shifted so that he had one hand on Raditz chest pining him down and the other holding down his legs. Vegeta lifted one boot and brought it down firmly on Raditz's bulge. Raditz screamed in pain as Vegeta bought his foot back up and down twice more. Nappa reached one hand into Raditz's armor, underneath him and pulled it out covered in fluid and traces of blood.

"We're going to look for survivors, bury the corpse," snapped Vegeta as he flew off. Nappa spared him a cruel smile as he too took off.

Raditz managed to pull himself up, bracing against a nearby tree. He gritted in pain as he slowly worked his armor off of his lower half. His thighs were covered in fluid, with specks of blood in it. He was actually grateful for the privacy, but it scared him too. He had no clue how he was supposed to do this. Of course he knew basically what was supposed to happen but honestly the idea of it made him want Vegeta or Nappa come back and slice him open.

At least the cub had finally stopped moving.

It was painful, exhausting, and lonely, but finally the head began to slip out of him. He grunted in effort to squeeze more of it out. He wasn't sure if he was screaming because it was that painful or because he knew the child would not.

"Come out, come out," he muttered to himself in a constant stream.

Time moved slowly but eventually there was enough of the cub laying in the dirt beneath him that he felt he could rip the rest out with breaking it into pieces, he owed it that much.

So he tugged it out by the shoulder, cradling it to his chest without realizing what he was doing. He slumped back in exhaustion still clutching it tightly. He stared into the dead fire as he attuned himself to the ongoing tremors in his body. Yes, there was something vile to come after the cub's body, wasn't there? He chuckled at that thought a bit, wondering if Vegeta would make him scoop it up and bury it too.

He was answered with a whimper. He brought his eyes down to his dead spawn, except it was staring at him. And breathing, he could feel its steady breaths against his chest. He used his free hand and felt its limbs and ribcage, not so much as a bruise or broken bone.

"You are a stubborn thing," he whispered. The boy, now that Raditz bothered to check, gurgled, happy its bearer had now acknowledged him. These swiftly turned to more soft whimpers and an incessant nosing against his bearer's chest. Without thinking Raditz bought the child to properly face his nipple and though they hadn't swollen like many species' did when suckling young, Raditz could feel the quick flow of liquid from his own body to the smaller one in his arms.

"What am I going to do with you?" he asked brokenly. The answer he saw in the infants eyes clearly stated that he was happy with what his bearer was doing now. Shifting his grip, Raditz freed on hand and ruffled the infant's hair. It was still sticky and matted from birth, but then again the cub it was attached to was only minutes old. Raditz could see what form it would take though.

"Father…," he whispered. The child was a spitting image, just like someone had mentioned his younger brother to be before he'd left for his last mission.

Raditz pinched the boy's umbilical cord, squeezing it till only a small part remained connected to the boy in his arms. For one moment Raditz considered climbing into his pod and setting course for somewhere far from Freeza reach, much like his cousin Turles had done years earlier. However he remembered the report Freeza let him listen in on; once he figured out they were related. They'd found Turles and mutilated him. Turles was dead, Bardock was dead, and Kakarot was dead. All thanks to the meteor that had slammed into their planet and Freeza.

"No, that’s not right, Kakarot was sent out," he realized, eyes widening. To his credit the infant tried to pay attention to his bearer but he was obviously enjoying his meal too much to proper pay attention. He whined when the delicious liquid ran dry. He was immediately switched to the other side. Raditz smiled at the boy's gluttonous attitude, appropriate for any healthy saiyan babe, but it was smile tinged with grief.

"No matter what I do, you will end up dead or suffering," he said holding the boy closer. The child snorted, but continued to eat.

"I think I will call you Bardock as well," he continued. The child drink fast he was nearly run dry, though Raditz didn't even want to know how he knew that. Dutifully Raditz patted the child's, Bardock's, back after he finished. He yawned, obviously exhausted, Raditz felt the same. He smiled sadly into the boys face. He shifted the boy and held his face to his chest. He gripped Bardock tightly, even as he began to struggle. Soon, the infant's limbs fell limp, and for the third time since he could remember Raditz cried.

“This wouldn’t have happened had I been stronger, I’m so sorry,” he whispered to Bardock.

By the time Vegeta and Nappa decided to grace him with their returned presence he had bathed himself and Bardock both in a nearby river. He had cleaned his clothes one handedly; and put them back on that same way, unwilling to let the boy leave his arms for a moment.

The other two found him kneeling at the base of a tree staring down into the hole he'd dug and finally lain little Bardock's body into. His hands cupped a scoop of dirt but he couldn't bring himself to throw it in.

Smothering the boy hadn't yet registered with his parental instincts. Everything in his being screamed that Bardock was sleeping and this was the act that would kill him. And staring into the boy's face, Raditz found it hard to argue. He didn't look dead; Raditz had seen enough dead to know it by now. His child had lived through so much intended to kill him, why was this any different?

"You aren't done yet?" snarled Vegeta

"Damned brat took after that crazy low level was probably just as weak," said Nappa with no remorse toward the child he had spawned. After noticing the older saiyan's presence standing over him he began to quickly fill the grave. He didn't want Bardock to have to suffer Nappa's gaze and the man certainly didn't deserve to look at Raditz's son.

He patted the dirt down gently, ignoring instincts that still screamed that he was burying the boy alive. He followed mutely as they went back to their pods. Nappa and Vegeta were already discussing the next job they wanted to take. Raditz climbed into his pod, and felt the day’s events slam into him in the form of an allover soreness. He felt empty handed as if his body had already grown use to the warm weight of his child, but he pushed it to the back of his mind. And if a few more tears fell once he entered suspended animation, well no one was around to see it.
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