-Note from the Author-
Okay so anyone who's been waiting for updates for a while (I'm sorry!) thank Rachael for this one :P Denise I know you've been asking me since the release of chapter 13 for this chapter, and I know I keep saying I'll continue with the fic but... even though I wanted to continue with this, I just couldn't find the time, and when I did have time, I lacked inspiration ;
But for some reason Rachael, your review gave me that extra boost that I needed to write the next chapter Thanks! I hope you all like this one, I know you've been waiting ages and I'm sorry! Won't happen again! (Well... hopefully.)

Vegeta sat nervously on the bed, next to Frieza.
"…"
"…" they both sat in silence, waiting for the other to say something. Eventually, Vegeta built up the courage to open his mouth and speak.
"So should we start?" he said.
"Okay." Frieza looked at him. "… You begin." Vegeta was motionless for a while, and then leaned forward to grab Frieza's face and push his lips into his, kissing him passionately. Frieza tensed up as Vegeta kissed him, but he didn't bother to fight. Instead he simply closed his eyes and gave into the hungry saiyan. What could be worse than what they were about to do anyway?

Vegeta released Frieza's lips from his grasp, and moved ferociously down his neck, becoming annoyed at the armour on his chest.
"We should undress." He told Frieza, and started to remove his clothes. Frieza just sat there, his face red with embarrassment.
"Vegeta…"
"What's wrong?" Vegeta asked him, he was now naked.
"… I want to keep my armour on." Frieza told him, and removed his underwear. "Okay?"
"Why?" Vegeta questioned. He laughed. "What, do you have some kind of hideous birthmark?"
"…" Frieza looked away. "Sort of."
"What?" Vegeta frowned in confusion. Frieza remained silent. "Let me see." Vegeta reached out to touch Frieza's armour, but the changeling flinched away from him. Vegeta opened out his hand. "Please?" he asked gently. "Frieza… whatever it is, I won't mind."
"… Just say you won't make a fuss." Frieza replied.
"Why would I do that?" Vegeta asked. Frieza slipped off his armour and tossed it to the floor, revealing his bare torso. Vegeta looked at him, and his eyes widened.

There was nothing wrong with Frieza's shape. He was slim, and at the same time muscular and strong-looking. But his whole torso, it was covered in injuries. Cuts, bruises, some of them were quite old, and some looked as if they had been inflicted on him recently. Others had already turned into scars. He looked as if he's just come out of six month's torture!
"Well?" Frieza's interrupted Vegeta's gaze. "Aren't you going to say anything?" it sounded like a challenge.
"Frieza…" Vegeta was still staring in disbelief at him. "How…?" his face suddenly grew angry. "Your father did this, didn't he!" he accused. "All your life he's been beating you up!"
"I told you not to make a fuss." Frieza said.
"What else am I supposed to do!" Vegeta protested. "Frieza…" he looked at him sternly. "I love you." He swallowed, shocked that he'd just said that, and waited for a response. Frieza just stared at him for a moment or two, and then turned away.
"Let's just do this."
"What?" Vegeta choked. "You're not going to say anything? I've just told you that I love you!"
"I know." Frieza replied. "Come on, stop wasting time."
"…" Vegeta's heart broke. Was that it? Frieza didn't even care! Was Vegeta really that worthless? Did Frieza really think so little of him?
"Vegeta…" Vegeta's eyes moved back into Frieza in response. "Please…" Frieza reached over to take Vegeta's hand and put it on his injured chest. "… Help me."
"Frieza…" Vegeta collapsed against him, and wrapped his arms around the changeling's back. Holding him. He closed his eyes, and started to kiss Frieza; first his neck, nuzzling against the scar he had made as a sign of love, and then down to Frieza's chest to tenderly kiss the scars, cuts and bruises Kold had inflicted on his son out of the cruelty of his own ruthless heart. Frieza flinched, still sore from the injuries, but he made no sign of wanting Vegeta to stop loving him, and instead he put him own arms around the saiyan. A tear escaped Frieza's closed eye as Vegeta's gentle lips pressed softly against his skin. Frieza petted Vegeta's hair a little as the younger prince kissed him. Vegeta responded with a purr, and then spoke to him.
"Frieza…" he said in barely even a whisper. "To get a baby, you'll have to…"
"I know." Frieza interrupted him. "I know that, but please… save it for another time." Another single tear crept out of his still closed eye. "For once, I don't want to be independent. Vegeta…" he looked at the saiyan prince. "Just for tonight, please protect me."
"Frieza…?"
"Please." Frieza begged, a few more tears escaping. "Let me rest in your arms. I want to be saved."
"… Okay." Vegeta said softly. He pulled Frieza close against him and held him there tenderly. "Okay…" he kissed Frieza one more time, and laid him down carefully on the bed, ready to love him.

Frieza's eyelids fluttered, and slowly opened. He stared ahead of him at the wall opposite, not really thinking about anything at all for a moment. Then, he started to wonder where Vegeta was.
"Hey." Like magic Vegeta came out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. He made his way over to the bed, and sat down. "You're up late."
"Sorry." Frieza replied.
"It's okay." Vegeta watched him for a while as he stared into space, and the saiyan blushed a little as a look of guilt came over his face. "Was I… too rough on you?"
"No." Frieza answered. "You were soft."
"You just looked kind of dazed…"
"I was just thinking." Frieza told him.
"About what?"
"…" Frieza turned over, his back to the saiyan. "Nothing. Forget it."
"… Okay." Vegeta's heart sank a little again, and he stood up. "I'm gonna get dressed."
"Fine." Frieza replied. Vegeta looked at him for a while. What was wrong with him?
"Leave him for a while." Vegeta thought to himself, and turned to leave the room.
Meanwhile Frieza continued to stare into space. Both elated about last night… and frightened.