"Frieza…?" Vegeta called. "Frieza?"
"Your Highness," a servant bowed. Vegeta looked at her.
"What?"
"Prince Frieza is having a shower in his bedroom, he said to tell you if you started calling for him."
"Okay." Vegeta nodded. "Thanks."
"Yes, Your Highness." The servant bowed again, and walked away.

Vegeta looked around. He had to talk to Frieza… but what would he say? He didn't want to bond… it would hurt him.
"Shit…" he went into the living room and sat down. "Father, I swear I will kill you one day…" he mumbled. Bonding… Dammit! What would he do?!
"You're back, I see." Frieza entered the room wearing his usual armor and underwear. "What did your father say?"
"… He…" Vegeta swallowed. He'd have to tell Frieza. He couldn't hide forever, and if he was honest with himself, running from his problems just made him a coward anyway.
"… He told me our fathers had agreed on something…"
"Oh, terrific!" Frieza said down, annoyed. "What do they want us to do this time, have children?!" he protested, and seemed to shudder at the thought. Vegeta noticed this, and crumbled inside at how much Frieza hated their marriage.
But he wasn't going to let it get to him, he still had to tell Frieza. Tell him – that didn't mean they were going to bond, he was just going to let Frieza know.

"Well?" Frieza looked at him. "What did your father say?"
"… Are you familiar with the saiyan bond?" Vegeta began.
"I've heard of it, but I'm sure what it is exactly." Frieza replied.
"… I suppose it's our version of marriage." Vegeta answered.
"They want us to have a saiyan wedding?" Frieza asked. "… Hm. Well, alright." He shrugged. "I suppose it's not too much, we're already married anyway so a second ceremony won't mean much."
"… Saiyan ceremonies are different to yours." Vegeta mumbled.
"Oh?" Frieza looked at him. "How are they different?"
"Well… no guests, for a start."
"Sounds good." Frieza joked a little.
"And there are no kisses, and you can wear what you like."
"So… what exactly DO you do?" Frieza didn't see how the saiyan bond did anything at all, were you supposed to just recite something to make a spiritual bond?

Vegeta couldn't take him eyes off the floor, and he could feel himself start to tremble a little as he fought against the knot in his throat that tried desperately not to let him speak.
"… We… bite."
"Excuse me?" Frieza blinked.
"… Here." Vegeta pointed to the same spot his father had pointed to on himself. "We bite here, enough to draw blood. That's the only procedure."
"… Sort of like a love bite?"
"… Yeah." Vegeta hoped his face wasn't as red as it felt.
"… Yuck!" Frieza stood up. "That's disgusting, do they really expect us to do that?!"
"That's right." Vegeta nodded. "My father – he wants it done tonight."
"Tonight?!"
"Yes…"
"Isn't it a bit short notice?!"
"… Um…" Vegeta gulped. Geez… now look at the mess he'd gotten himself into!

"Vegeta…?" Frieza looked at him. "Did you know about this before?"
"… Father told me he wanted us bonded ten years ago. He told me the deadline was today, but he swore he wouldn't tell Kold about it!" Vegeta protested. "He said it was just a small thing he wanted to make our marriage more saiyan, he never said he would tell Kold!"
"But you still didn't think you needed to tell ME?!" Frieza snarled. "Vegeta, how stupid can you be?! Why didn't you think I should know about something like this?!"
"Well I wasn't going to bond with you no matter what my father said, and if Kold wasn't going to be brought into it then I didn't seen the point in telling you!" Vegeta argued.
"You should've told me!" Frieza snapped.
"Well then I'm sorry, but I saw no reason to!"
"Vegeta, did you really trust your father so much you thought mine wouldn't find out?!"
"Don't insult my father!" Vegeta ordered angrily.
"I'm sorry." Frieza apologized. "But surely you knew my father would've found out anyway, you know what he's like! He hears about anything, it doesn't matter how he gets the information!"
"I didn't want to tell you, okay?!" Vegeta snapped. "I didn't want to bond with you and I didn't want anybody to know about it!"
"Why not?!"
"I – … can't tell you." Vegeta lowered his eyes.

"What?" Frieza looked at him. "Why can't you tell me, what's wrong with you?"
"… Please just leave it." Vegeta replied. "Are we bonding or not?"
"… No." Frieza said after a pause. "… No we're not."
"Then leave it at that." Vegeta said.
"I want to know what you can't tell me."
"…" Vegeta shook his head. "It's nothing, okay?"
"Vegeta –"
"Leave it." With that, Vegeta stood up, and left the room.