Disclaimer: Dragonball/Z/GT and all its likeness does not belong to me.


Chapter Seven

The history of the Saiyans has always been written in blood.

Their futures were just the same.

King Vegeta rose to his feet, cutting an imposing regal figure over the third class warrior still chained on the floor. "And what makes you think you may escape?"

"Just a hunch." Bardock grunted and pushed himself up by the elbows.

"More of your fortunetelling?" The King frowned deeply and turned away to stare at the far wall, beyond the cell's door.

The third class warrior didn't answer, but King Vegeta didn't care. They were all being used; each one of them. He was the King, of course Frieza had used him. And he, King Vegeta had used the traitor in his dungeon, and now Bardock was intending to use their tryst to risk escape.

Still, arousal was swimming heavily in his gut, making his insides twist and turn in a grotesque sensation. The memory of Bardock's lips brushing so lightly as he said 'Make me yours' came unbidden to the front of King Vegeta's mind.

He had. He had.

But Bardock wouldn't belong to Frieza, even by proxy.

There wasn't any worth to something you couldn't possess.

A pebble pelted the King in the cheek. Then another grazed his neck, then another, and another, and there were bits of rock coming loose and scattering across the floor and the walls were starting to vibrate.

He whipped back around to witness Bardock crouched low, knees bent to brace himself. Every vein stood out in relief and his wiry black hair waved in the force of the energy coming off of him.

Fumbling, King Vegeta reached for his scouter but it shattered in his hands.

Bardock screamed, muscles bulging and head thrown back. The silver chains snapped like brittle twigs. They fell away from him and the dangling remains splintered like icicles exploding.

King Vegeta's eyes were pinpricks against their whites.

Bardock heaved a deep breath and took a step, messy head bowed before him.

The regenerations…

King Vegeta's mouth went dry. The tests! They'd risen the third class' power potential way beyond their previous level.

The amount of regenerations had made Bardock's power had soared to new heights.

He'd broke the chains. The Saiyan rushed forward and before it could register in the royal warrior's senses, Bardock was outside the cell door, innate power so unyielding it pushed his black hair up into a flame-shaped style.

"You made me stronger than I've ever been before." Bardock was panting and looking over his shoulder, wrists and ankles nearly shaking in relief at being unrestrained. They were raw, so raw and dark, just like his words:

"Come with me."

"I'm the King." Vegeta felt something inside him clench, staring at the man in his place still inside the cell. "I cannot."

Bardock looked torn. The royal Saiyan could see every muscle poised at the ready, the wild naked look in the third class' eyes. Bardock took a hesitant step back towards the cage and his hair flopped back down. One hand solidly took hold of a bar on the gate, as if acting as an anchor to hold him there until he was ready to let his King go.

King Vegeta simply walked to the threshold and placed his gloved hand on the same bar as the other, just a little higher.

Bardock growled.

"There's no time to waste."

The King's upper lip twitched into a half smirk. "No," His other hand grabbed lower, holding Bardock's cock in a firm grip. The naked fighter let out a breathless grunt.

"There is not."

He pulled the other Saiyan off until Bardock was melted against the bars, hot breaths puffing at unequal intervals and eyes just a sliver away from being closed shut.

King Vegeta threw open the gate and pulled down the waistband of his Frieza army regulation suit.

Bardock slid to his knees and King Vegeta planted his gloved hands in that wild head of hair, idly wondering how it had stood on end but not caring as much anymore when his cock was firmly inside Bardock's hot tight throat.

The third class sucked and swallowed as Vegeta fucked his mouth, in and out, in and out until they were both boneless.

The King roughly took Bardock's chin in between his gloved fingers, holding his head up. "If you were mine, this would have been worth something."

Bardock stared at him, trail of sticky whiteness still tracing his lip. His eyes were dilated and King Vegeta took pleasure in the thoroughly debauched and betrayed look before the lower class' eyes rolled back in his head and mouth gaped open in a soundless expression of horror.

"Traitor?" King Vegeta asked unsurely, letting him go and backing away.

Bardock convulsed and then came to, eyes crazed and forehead beaded in sweat.

"The—Planet—Is—" Bardock said with a sudden hysterical tone, "Frieza—!"

The ground shook, tearing the two apart to witness spider web cracks the size of space pods spread out over the walls of the dungeon.

Overhead there was a massive sound, like a whole army shooting a round of laser guns at the ground.

The sound of screams fled into the dungeon and then the hallway to the exiting staircase immediately caved in on itself, leaving a pile of rubble.

More loud crashes rang out over head, explosions and chaos deafening even in their underground bubble.


It didn't matter now. Class and power level and Kingship meant nothing. Nothing mattered. Everything was going up in flames.

What once was a privilege was now something he thought of in disdain. His lineage was the only thing tying him to the futile partnership with Frieza, and now those veins had been cut to spill all their blood.

King Vegeta had always been polished; shiny and new every time he went into public, he gave off an image that was far better than the real deal.

Real Saiyans were always glossed with the scent of sweat and blood. Even when not in the heat of battle, their eyes were still alert, their hair always wild and clothes dirty from a scuffle or adventure or two.

He'd watched the lower class that hadn't been initiated into Frieza's force, reveling in the simplicity of life. Real Saiyans never washed off their battles.

He smoothed one hand down the front of his Frieza regulation armor and then his fingers dipped inside the collar, pulling out the royal medallion. He might have been groomed ever since his adolescence by the Ice Lord; He might have washed away all the dirt and grime and any feeling of being in control a long time ago.

He gripped the flat discus in his fist, his moustache covered lip curling up. There was one thing that still clung to skin.

"My King…" Bardock murmured low in his throat, eyes half lidded. "It's too late."

The King never washed off his pride. This was the price of bleeding blue blood.

It was the first time Vegeta had ever heard the lower class Saiyan use the honourific in that tone, full of respect for his title. Maybe it was a result from the pain or pleasure, the King did not know. Perhaps it was because this was goodbye.

His proud cape sent a cool gust of air over Bardock's sweaty skin, a momentary instant of peace in the crumbling foundation of the castle's destruction.

A white hot ki-charged beam shot out of the ground in front of him and then rays of the deadly light were spreading out through the cracking ground hot underneath his feet.

Frieza had won.

Embers flared up and sprinkled the burning air like confetti. Hissing and steam began to assault them from the walls. The ground water was boiling.

He wiped a gloved hand over his face. It came away slicked with a mixture of dirt, sweat and blood; red, like the dying planet itself.

The walls and floors began to shake anew, rattling his bones around like his muscle had been liquefied.

A hand grabbed the back of his tattered cape and the King hit the bars of the gate with his back just as a ribbon of hot ki blasted through where he'd stood. He whirled around and Bardock grabbed him by the wrists through the bars. They stared at each other.

A wall of stone and clay and fire came crashing down and a gust of smoke filled air blasted through the corridor. It seared through their flesh like a furious golden wave. The old metal of the gate fused to the stone in a bubbly odorous mess. Stones and dirt vapourized as they lifted from the groundwork all around them.

That was when he noticed it. Bardock was outside and he…

He was trapped inside the cell. This was it… This was the—

King Vegeta felt emptiness, like all the chaotic feelings that had lived inside him had broken free to fling themselves in rage at the real world and tear it apart bit by bit.

Bardock's hands tightened overtop his. The lower class Saiyan bit his bloody cracked lip and King Vegeta snaked his tail through the baked bars to hold Bardock's hips, the metal making the fur sizzle.

"I…" The King let his pointed nose slide down the scar on Bardock's burning cheek. There were only minutes left, maybe seconds. The other Saiyan caught his mouth and they kissed the world goodbye.

King Vegeta let himself indulge for just a moment, tasting the inside of Bardock's mouth with the soft tip of his tongue. A half smile was on his lips.

Bardock stared at him in a wondering distant way from between the bars, like he was seeing something very far away.

A golden light lit up the crumbling dungeon, fiery sparks filling every space. King Vegeta could have thought this was beautiful, a lifetime ago, when dying would have meant something.

Holding onto each other, he knew. It was all burning away, him; the castle; the planet.

Being a Saiyan still meant something, to them. The two of them, together. This wasn't worthless. Their blood was outside their bodies now. Somewhere else now. Somewhere far, far away… in their sons.

"My King, he— he dies, in the fut—"


The corners of Frieza's lips lifted just a fraction. He turned away and the smile grew, crinkling the corners of his blood red eyes. His head became haloed in golden light by the fireworks of planet Vegeta's explosion.

"Retrieve our men." He ordered to his colourful right-hand men, acknowledging that many of the crew had fled into the small pocket of space habitable between the planet's orbit and the ship in hopes of fleeing destruction. "Dead or alive, though preferably dead."

Zarbon and Dodoria took deep gulps and nodded in silent obedience.

"And send for all Saiyans who are stationed off planet to return to base." Frieza's mouth twisted. "Their home was hit by an asteroid. Terrible misfortune, but they've got us for family now."

"My Lord, forgive me, but…" Zarbon inquired quietly. "It all seems like such a waste."

"Oh?" Frieza bit his lip as if trying to contain some repulsive emotion but it broke free and he laughed long and gleeful into the night, Zarbon and Dodoria watching him with wide fearful eyes.

"I believe I got exactly what I wanted."

Frieza didn't spare one glance at the burning black hole that now encompassed the coordinates of the red planet Vegeta. Didn't even spare a thought of the King and traitor who'd lived there, the ones responsible for showing him how dangerous keeping pet Saiyans were. He didn't do much of anything except enter his ship, his subordinates following as he floated down into the shadows of the control room, grim black smile tight and wide and cruel.

"Bring me Prince Vegeta."


END