It had been five long, tense years since Frieza and Vegeta had wed, and their fathers still hadn't stopped ordering their sons around. In fact, the longer Frieza and Vegeta were unbonded, the more King Vegeta pestered Vegeta. And Frieza always did feel that there was something Kold wasn't tell him, although he didn't ask because whenever he did, Kold beat him.
So, Frieza had put it to the back of his mind and lived with it, even if he was suspicious.

He sat now, in the living room. It was late in the evening and the purple sky was starting to turn black. The fire was burning, and Frieza and Vegeta were both comfortably seated on separate sofas. Frieza was sipping a glass of wine, while the young saiyan prince sat staring into space. He had been doing that a lot lately. Frieza had noticed a change in Vegeta's behavior, it had been going on for a while now. A few months, perhaps. He had mentioned it a couple of times but Vegeta had always insisted that he hadn't noticed any changes at all. Frieza didn't believe him, of course. He thought that perhaps King Vegeta had said something. Well, they had often agreed to not meddle in with each other's relationship with their father, so Frieza ignored Vegeta and treated him like there was no change.

There was a change, however. One that Frieza wouldn't know and Vegeta was shocked and to say the least, devastated to find out. The saiyan was dealing with it however, simply by not letting anything become of it. He looked across the room to Frieza, who didn't really have any expression in particular on his face.
"…" Vegeta's mind drifted onto his father. Frieza was right about that, part of Vegeta's behavior was to do with his father. King Vegeta had kindly been reminding his son that he had only five years left to bond with Frieza. Five years was a long time though… on the surface. Vegeta remembered how long the past five years had been. They had seemed more like centuries than years!
But now… it was different. Before a few months ago, time had been dragging on slowly. Since then, however… it had been going quicker. So quick that Vegeta felt the 'deadline' his father had given would soon be tomorrow. It was a somewhat worrying thought, and made him feel slightly nervous.

However, the thing that worried him the most was how he felt about it all. At first, Vegeta had hated the idea. In fact, he would've rather died by his own hand than bonded with Frieza! But now, it was different. Bonding with Frieza… didn't seem like such a bad idea…

"…" Vegeta looked up and was surprised to see that Frieza was lying there asleep. He must've dozed off, too much wine probably. Vegeta chuckled a little. He made his way over to Frieza, and took the almost empty glass of wine from his hand. This was because he had always wondered what wine tasted like, and Frieza had always said a saiyan his age was too young to drink it – which annoyed him.
"I am not a child." Vegeta frowned at Frieza, and drank the wine. "Ugh!" he pulled a face. "Disgusting!" he shook his head. "That's far too sweet." he put the glass back in Frieza's hand and closed the changeling's fingers around it. "You're welcome to it, Frieza." Vegeta mumbled, and took his hand off Frieza's.
He then looked at the changeling for a while, and wondered if he would stay there all night or if he was about to wake up.
"…" he studied Frieza. The changeling was wearing his armor as usual – he never took it off. Not in front of Vegeta, anyway. Vegeta always thought that it was because Kold his him a lot, and the scars and wounds embarrassed Frieza. Vegeta knew that he certainly wouldn't want people to see if his own father had been attacking him.

He thought some more about King Vegeta's demands. They didn't seem so bad now. Not since a few months back… Vegeta wouldn't really if he had to bond with Frieza, in fact he was afraid he may enjoy it. That was why he'd been so devastated at first… he never thought it would happen to him – especially not with Frieza of all people. He had never wanted this, and didn't understand why it was happening now.
But, now that it had happened… he strangely welcomed it. He didn't understand that either. Vegeta was dealing with it, though… and, as inconvenient and as insane as it was, he had at least started to learn to accept it.
He was in love.