"You wanted them to SLEEP TOGETHER?!" King Vegeta's eyes were wide. "Well, why not?" Kold asked.
"Are you completely insane?!"
"They're married."
"And they're also children – well, my son is at least." King Vegeta argued. "He is five years old, marriage is one thing but you make him share a bed with a man and he'll be traumatized for life!"
"I'm sorry, I had no idea it would be so much of a big issue for you." Kold replied.
"How?!" King Vegeta demanded. "Would you let YOUR five-year-old son sleep with an adult?"
"Of course." Kold answered. "As long as the adult didn't take advantage."
"Wha - -" a look of absolute shock spread across King Vegeta's face, before it turned to disgust, and then calm again as he controlled himself. He cleared his throat. "Well – perhaps changelings laws are different, but I don't want my son sharing a bed with Frieza until he is fifteen – twelve, minimum!"
"I fully understand." Kold bowed. "I'm sorry to have offended you, I simply assumed saiyan laws weren't all that different to ours."
"… Well… I suppose I could let it slip if you really didn't know…" King Vegeta backed down a little.
"My apologies."
"Alright, apology accepted. But get them separate beds!"
"As soon as possible, Vegeta." Kold promised, hiding an angry glare.
---That night, Frieza and Vegeta's palace---
"What did your father say?" Frieza asked.
"Huh?" Vegeta looked at him.
"You were speaking to your father before about the beds, what did he say?"
"… He said he knew nothing about it." Vegeta told him. He lowered his eyes. "… Kold set up the one bed, my father thought we were going to be separated."
"… I see." Frieza said. "… I'm sorry about that. He had no right to so."
"Well… neither of them have been very good to us lately." Vegeta replied.
"That's true…"
"We have separate beds now, anyway." Vegeta shrugged.
"Yes…" Frieza seemed distant. Vegeta looked at him.
"What?"
"Hm?" Frieza looked up.
"You're thinking about something."
"… Your father," Frieza began. "What did he ask you to do?"
"Huh?" Vegeta uttered. "What do you mean?"
"When you were talking to him earlier, I heard you argue with him… you said you wouldn't do something. What was it?"
"I - -" Vegeta gulped. The bonding! On the phone earlier, King Vegeta had again told Vegeta to bond with Frieza. They'd argued about it… damn! Frieza wasn't supposed to hear!
"Vegeta?" Frieza looked at him. "Tell me."
"… It's nothing." Vegeta told him. "Just leave it, okay?"
"… Fine." Frieza said. "Let's make a deal, I'll stop talking about that call if you stop talking about my bruises."
"…" Vegeta sighed. "Alright, then."
"Good." Frieza nodded, and stood up. "I'm going to bed, you should too."
"Yeah, okay…" Vegeta mumbled. He waited until Frieza had left the room, thought one last time about his father's wishes, and headed off to bed.