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Notes: Started for the DBZ Kink Meme on Livejournal. Prompt was for King Vegeta/Bardock – Bondage. This is for you Anatra!

BLUE BLOOD

Chapter 1

"Filthy."

Frieza's small nose was scrunched in distaste, his dark coloured lip twitching up and down.

The day was humid and hot on Planet Vegeta. Dirt piles in the construction site baked in the sun, the red soil sticking to everything unfortunate enough to be in the vicinity.

There was a mixture of both animal and machine being used as means for building the new docking station. The grotesque and dimwitted worker animals herding stone were indigenous to the red planet, and made awful loud honking noises as they worked. The colossal drills that pulverized the dirt to make way for pipes and foundation were manned by aliens not of the planet, dressed in regulation armor.

A few more aliens paced back and forth the fence lining the lot with oversized weapons in hand, patrolling the parameter. It wasn't obvious what ranking someone was when wearing that uniform, because when it came down to it – everyone, elite or not, cowered before Lord Frieza.

A gust of wind picked up some more of the stifling dust and King Vegeta raised an arm to his head so it would not land in his eyes. He let the curtain of the tent drop, blocking out the elements as well as the vision of the construction zone.

"I apologize, my Lord." The Saiyan King murmured, making sure to speak in the tone acceptable of his place.

The tent was a feat all in itself, stocked with tables of precious juicy fruits and sweet breads. Fermented drinks of all colours were bottled and corked, littering the tables in beautiful designs. High powered units to cool the air were placed in the four corners, their power cords attached to a patch of temporary solar panels placed just outside.

Frieza was lounging on a fine looking chair, reminiscent of the spikes and bulbous designs that decorated his personal spaceship. King Vegeta returned to his place and took a seat that was positioned close to the Lord's side.

When the Saiyan race had become allied with Frieza, back when he was an adolescent, the planet itself had relinquished itself over to change. Every planet that belonged to the Ice Lord's empire – every single one – was subject to development. It was impossible for Frieza to improve their lives without improving their facilities, and that was why yet another docking port was being carved out of the planet's surface.

Soon this rural part of the southern continent would be a bursting metropolitan just like the identical port in the north. It was the port built directly next to the royal home that Frieza and his change had come through; built on the foundations the empire leader had laid back when the alliance was struck. Warriors, mercenaries, tradesmen and doctors… All the kinds of people they needed would come and improve the planet more once the new compound was finished.

King Vegeta could only hope that it raised the reputation of their race and planet in Frieza's eyes as well. Lately, that red eyed stare had seemed more angry and restless, as if he were irreversibly displeased with their service.

The tall Saiyan wiped the dust from his face, staining his pristine white glove a rusty brown colour on the palm.

A large pink and spiky blob named Dodoria seated at one of the tables was mashing fruits with one hand, as if amusing himself with being wasteful. King Vegeta watched in disgust as one fat purple tongue lolled out of his mouth, licking his juice covered hand.

"Your manners are impeccable as always, Dodoria." Frieza was chuckling, but looking straight at the King instead. Perhaps he was more satisfied with seeing his discomfort than any display of etiquette from his high ranking officer.

"I can't wait for the construction to be done with." An egotistical voice made itself known, on Frieza's other side.

Zarbon stood with a plate of berries and a glass of a deep red fermented juice that had a very strong smell. He offered it to Frieza, who gave it a once over then readily accepted.

"Yes." Frieza said, staring down into the depths of his glass as he swirled it. "Though the progress is a little slower than expected, I am pleased with the location."

Frieza's eyes darted to stare piercingly at the Saiyan, and King Vegeta nodded quickly. "Thank you, Lord Frieza. We are quite excited for the new port to be built. Why, even my son—" Frieza raised an eyebrow ridge at this, a small wicked smile overcoming his mouth.

"Ah… Well, we're all very excited…" King Vegeta backtracked, wondering how to change the topic. It was too late however, as Frieza's interest in his son had peaked.

"Little..Vegeta." Frieza slurred the words together in delight. A sound that made the King's stomach contents curdle. "Where has that rascal gone now?"

Frieza tapped his chin with a dark blue berry, rolling it to his lips before slowly slipping it inside.

"I know not," The Saiyan King said, his mouth dry. "Most likely he's run off with Nappa to demolish another planet."

"How old is he again, Vegeta? At my last visit, why… He couldn't have been more than three..."

"He is four and a half, my Lord." King Vegeta nodded solemnly and Frieza began to cackle.

"Oh my my my… And already joining in on the fun." Frieza always dropped his disgust and reprove of the Saiyan race when faced with the little prince. King Vegeta didn't feel comfortable with whatever plans for improvement the Lord had for his son, but at least the oppressive antagonism that filled the air had dissipated somewhat, letting him breathe.

Zarbon was peeking out of the front of the tent, observing the milling workers and patrol men. The loud sounds of drilling and honking and men shouting were hard to ignore. The blue man made a disgusted noise. "The wind has picked up even more. We're going to be caked in dirt if we don't arrange for a covered transport. Shall I call the Northern port and request it?"

"Very well, Zarbon." Frieza said with an air of boredom. "Take Dodoria with you. His eating habits offend me."

Dodoria almost choked. He immediately jumped up and flew out into the red coloured elements. Frieza made a sardonic noise and the long haired warrior seemed worried as he sidled away, his blue cape flapping out wildly as he left the tent.

The silence that followed was suffocating, despite the keening and grating noises that filtered into the enclosed space. There were various nervous looking henchmen in the tent, of course, but they dare not say anything. There were rumours with strong basis that told of Frieza liking to take out his frustration on the weaklings that surrounded him, which almost always meant his own employed men.

King Vegeta made to stand too, but a muscular pink tail slammed down next to his chair, cracking the hard baked rock underfoot.

Frieza was smiling dazedly, looking off at some unknown plan only he saw. "Vegeta, I have something to discuss with you."

The dusty air caught in the King's throat and he strained to breath in around it. His mouth was dry and the words cracked out: "Anything, my Lord."

Frieza looked at him then. "Anything? Yes, indeed…" Slowly he rose from his makeshift thrown, tail flexing behind like a dangerous sleepy snake ready to strike.

"I am in need of some assistance. You see, I am trying to improve the regeneration tanks that allow my men to heal from battle…"

King Vegeta was nodding along. He was very aware of the tanks. Section 5 of the Northern docking port was equipped with ten of the cumbersome pieces of alien technology. They did come in handy after particularly hard battles.

"My technicians have presented some new findings for the fluid formula and we would like to have a…" Frieza paused and made a terribly large show of smiling. "A volunteer."

Vegeta's blood ran cold. "My… son?"

Frieza laughed outright, bending back slightly from the force of his amusement. The Lord rubbed one squinted eye with his black nailed finger. "Why… It's so kind of you to offer, but it seems the King has a one track mind. No."

Now all pretense of humour was gone, leaving Frieza gazing into the thin red air with his arms crossed neatly behind his back. "I need a full grown Saiyan, and although you yourself come highly recommended…" Frieza smirked eyeing the weary Saiyan.

"Any such low class will be fine, since I do not wish to harm capable warriors. I'm more interested in the rapid healing properties of your race. It will make the trial process go much faster."

"Of course, Lord Frieza. I can make the necessary—"

"Unnecessary, Vegeta." The leader of the universe's largest empire interrupted him and took a long sip of his drink. The King took this as a sign that he should stop talking and allow the powerful lord to instruct him so that he could perform to the best of his abilities.

It wouldn't be prudent to slack now that Frieza had become interested in them again, the Saiyans, as more than just an insignificant species inhabiting another dirty planet planned for assimilation. Any specific interest Frieza had was worth fostering, because the longer the Lord was not bored, the longer their alliance had meaning.

The longer he, the King, had purpose.

"I've already gone through that tedious trouble of procuring us a subject." Freeze raised his eyebrow ridge. "I merely need you to oversee the… tests."

"I will!" The King readily agreed, voice loud in determination. Unconsciously, his gloved hand came up and stroked at his beard, emulating how stroked his ego felt. Not only was Frieza interested, he was entrusting the King to do it personally!

The voice of his Lord was icy and slow.

"Excellent."

TBC…