Chapter Summary: Vegeta is reeling from what happened and he can't deal with Frieza and the little human who saved him at the same time.
You don't own me/I'm not just one of your many toys/And please, when I go out with you/Don't put me on display 'cause/You don't own me/Don't tie me down 'cause I'd never stay
By the time Vegeta finally saw the gates to his 'home' over the hill, the sun was smack dap in the middle of the sky. How far was that human's house and where was the bar he ended up at? He didn't remember it being that far. Note to self, never go drinking without the pack again.
Anyway, he has never been so happy to see Frieza's mansion in his entire life, he felt exhausted from the walking for hours. The ball of heat beaming down on him was not helping his tiredness. Maybe he should have listened to Raditz when he said growing his hair out was not a good idea.
Speaking of Raditz, guess who standing at the door at the opening of gates? In all of his muscled glory with his arms folded like pissed off mother. While Vegeta gave him a beaming smile, his pack mate just glared at him. God did he miss that long ass hair, which looked really great in a ponytail. He was looking really cute in black tank top and with matching shorts.
He walked up at him and wow, he forget how short he was for a minute as he was stared down at, "Where the hell were you?" Before he could make up a lie, Raditz saw his stitched-up wound, "Is that a fucking gash, Vegeta how the hell?!"
Before he could answer that, he was grabbed by the arm and dragged inside. Ah, it felt good to be back home. During their walk to the medics in the mansion, he was promptly lectured all the way down, smiling like he was being sang a siren song.
"What the fuck did you do this time?"
"Who did you piss off and where are they, so I can fucking kill them myself."
"This is the last time I am ever letting you go out drinking by yourself, I knew I should have gone with your dumb ass."
"Are you even fucking listening to me, you better be listening to me Vegeta or I swear on Frieza's whole jewelry collection I will knock your ass so far fucking back—"
These question were done in rapid fire but Vegeta liked being burned. He's heard it a thousand times and could recite it like the back of his hand, actually he did once to Raditz. His packmate didn't really like it that much and that got him lectured again while Nappa watched laughing his ass off in the back.
Raditz was still ranting by the time they made it to the doctors, who were not surprised to see him, "Fix this dumbass will you? And give me some medicine so that this fucking headache goes away." Vegeta was taken in and Raditz got his pills.
The prince waved at him as his pack mate stomped out the room, muttering to himself about 'dumbass princes' and 'I'm going to kill this fucker one of these days.' It was nice to be cared. Vegeta laid on the bed to get this over.
~WGBITN~
"Well that should be all Vegeta, you should be all healed up. You can go back to your room." He was already walking out of the medic wing before the doctor could finish. He was now changed in a sleeveless jumpsuit with combat boots that was picked out just for him.
It felt so great to be fully healed again and he was now headed to his and his packmates room so that he can tell both of them that he was fine. Thankfully, it didn't really take long anyway, he had to have the wound re-opened to get the extra shards out and since it was in there for so long, Vegeta had to put in the healing chamber in the end.
Hell, even doctor seemed disappointed to undo the stitching, saying it was done well enough.
As he walked through the halls, his thoughts came to the human. Why did he help him? Maybe he didn't want to have some stranger's blood all over his backyard, that was probably a fair ruling to him. But why did him take him into his house instead of calling someone?
Humans weren't good at knowing who was supernatural, especially if they had humans forms like witches or faes. No one knew much of werewolves because—you know—genocide but their biology wasn't that far off from humans. The human couldn't have possible have known that Vegeta was a werewolf, why didn't he just call their version of medics and he would have been out of his hair. But he didn't.
This guy took him into his house and patched him up the best way he could. Which again, was some pretty decent stitchwork, wait…was the human a doctor? He didn't think a human that small should be around sharp objects, but he was a werewolf prince with drinking problem, so anything was possible.
On the note of a doctor, he heard something behind him and could smell mothballs and cleaning supplies. He turned around and saw the medic running after him. He was surprised that an old man could run that fast but that wasn't important now.
"Ah, there you are prince Vegeta. I'm glad I caught up with you. We found this in the medic wing, and it doesn't belong to anyone who was on this shift." The medic had a brush in his hands and the prince froze on the spot because he realized who's that was.
It was the fucking human's brush! Shit, I must have grabbed it once he dropped it. He didn't even remember touching the damn thing, he must have put it in his pockets, that was fucking terrifying. He was never getting blood lost again in his life.
Vegeta took it, damn near snatching it from the doctor, "It's mine, I must have dropped it when Raditz was taking to the wing. Thanks for giving it to me." Ever since he started been growing out his hair, he needed one, but he usually took one of Raditz. Well at least he had one now. His packmate should be happy.
The medic nodded, "That wasn't the only reason I tracked you down, Lord Frieza has summoned you and your pack. He says he has a mission for you."
Double shit. Vegeta hummed, "Thank you doctor, tell Frieza that I need to get my pack and we'll be there in a few minutes." The doctor saluted and walked off. The prince turned around and continued on his way to their room, feeling like portraits all around him were watching him.
~WGBITN~
"Hey, look Raditz, guess who's back from the dead." Was the greeting he got when he walked in. No matter what happened to him, there always had to be some stupid joke about him. His guardian Nappa was facing away from him on his own bed but could always see him long enough to make a stupid ass joke.
But Raditz didn't seem to be in the mood as he sat up in his bed with a frown on his face, "He wouldn't have to come back from the dead if he learned how to behave himself." Well that's wasn't a full lie. Also, he could smell the anger/worry off his packmate, it smelled bitter.
Despite being the werewolf that he was, he hated it when Raditz was mad at him, he didn't like it at all. Sure, it was fun to see him get all railed up, to see him show that he cared about Vegeta enough to get on his ass when he did something dumb.
The prince gave a fake sigh, "Right you are Raditz but then I wouldn't be able to able to keep you on your toes, now wouldn't I." That got a chuckle from Nappa, see someone had his back.
Raditz huffed, "The only thing you do is give me a headache and make me think the worst has happen to you." He could see smell the aura changing around his friend, so he now has an opening.
Vegeta smirked and sat down on the bed with him, "So you did miss me, I knew you did." He patted Raditz hand, getting an eye roll from his pack mate but there was a smile at least, so he wasn't truly mad at him anymore. Great, one of the hard part was over, now here came the bus.
The prince frowned, "I wish we could be mushier with each other, but Lord Frieza has called us, and you know how he feels about waiting." The collective shiver that went through the three of them was enough motivation for them to get up.
Nappa stood up first, "Well we can't keep the boss waiting. Come on guys, better than to earlier than late." The other two stood up as well and walked over to the door before Vegeta stopped in his tracks.
Again, that goddamn brush was in his fucking hand. Oh, you got to be shitting me, really? He quickly went back inside and tossed it on his bed. He was not going to talk to Frieza with a human trinket in his hand, that would be awful.
"Hey come on Vegeta!" The prince gave one more look over at his bed and left, closing the door behind him.
"You know Vegeta, you never told us how the hell you even survived?" He was more surprised that it took this long for them even ask. If he were an honest person, he would have just told them, but he was praying that they left it alone. Thanks, Nappa.
Raditz turned to him while they walked, "I was about ask the same thing, how you got your dumbass hurt is not that important but…" He narrowed his eyes at him, "…Who the hell would help you?"
Vegeta was still looking forward and it took everything in him not to mutter, "It was human, no I don't know his name, but I found myself in his backyard after nearly dying and he helped me." He could feel his pack mates eyes on him.
"How did you end up in his backyard, the bar wasn't even that close to any human civilizations…you walked there." It was very rude for Raditz to have that tone with him. Sure, he had the same reaction when he had enough consciousness to even know that his name was but still.
The prince glared at him, "No Raditz, I caught a fucking train there, what do you think." He lowered his voice at that, "I don't even want to talk about this, it doesn't matter now." The way his stomach moved did not sit right with him but nope, he was being firm with this.
A scoff came from his packmate, "It does matter because what the fuck Vegeta, why would you go to a human's house, do know how dangero—"
"I know!" The yell echoed the halls, scaring some of the servants walking pass them but the shocked face of Nappa and Raditz got to him. He didn't mean to yell, it just slipped out because this was not what he wanted on his mind before they met with Frieza.
Vegeta took a deep breath and closed his eyes, "If you want to talk about this later, we can, if it'll get you off my back. I just don't want to have this on my mind when we talk to Frieza, you know he'll since that something is wrong. So please, can we drop it for now."
Raditz just stared at him while Nappa nodded, "Of course my prince, we can drop it for now, right Raditz?" He nudged his other charge who quickly straighten up and turned to the direction they were headed.
"Yeah, we'll drop it." It was said so cold that the others could feel the rage shimmering off his brethren.
Wow, he has never pissed of his pack mate twice in a row, that was a new record. And the double dip of his stomach has never felt so unnatural, but he couldn't show that, it was for their own good. "Good, now let's get a move on."
The rest of their way down was done in silence, with only the other voices of other servants as a source of noise. They finally made it to the doors of Frieza's throne room and it was Nappa who knocked on the door.
Raditz was still quiet with his arms folded, glaring ahead. He smelled so off, and it felt like molten lava in his nose and it was burning his throat. Oh, he was pissed, Vegeta has seen him this angry since they were kids and that wasn't a good thing.
While waiting on their time to be called in, Vegeta leaned into Raditz, "I didn't mean to yell, you know that right. It just wasn't a right time to discuss something like that." He spoke softly so that he would be the only one to here him.
Their eyes met and the prince grazed their hands together, "I hope you can understand that I would hate for you to be mad at me, I've already used my get-Raditz-angry-at-me card today. There isn't anymore today."
Raditz chuckled at that when he should be mad. He didn't know what the prince has over him but being angry at him never lasted long, no matter what he did. Like get caught by some random human and let him patch him up. Despite knowing how dangerous it would be to let them see them, but his anger was still cooling off.
The taller werewolf gripped his shoulder, "No, there isn't. Luckily for you, you don't have an angry Raditz on your hands, well not anymore. Just don't do that ever again and we will be talking about this human, go it?"
Vegeta resisted the urge to cringe but it was better than dealing with a cold Raditz on a mission, "Fine, we'll talk after the mission, I swear to you." He got a squeeze and the weight in his stomach finally went away, so he was content.
He got a smile, and his shoulder was let go, all felt right. His eyes met Nappa who winked at him and he glared at him because no, he was not admitting anything to his guardian was right about him being 'Raditz whipped.'
The door suddenly opened, and they all turned to see a man walked out. He had a sharp face that was a natural light blue color and dark green hair that was put into a ponytail that trailed down his shoulders.
He was wearing a similar uniform to Vegeta but was bodysuit with stockings adding on and a cape that did not make him look ridiculous. They weren't even going to get on the jewelry on his face and earrings matching set, it looked balls to him.
Golden eyes stared at them, "Lord Frieza will be expecting you now, step inside mutts." He smirked at the growls he got from them but still moved aside to let them pass. Frieza sure knew how to pick subordinates.
Vegeta stepped forward and waved his comrades to follow him, not even acknowledging Frieza's second in command little 'joke'. "You look nice as always Zarbon." That got him a little smirk while Raditz and Nappa just glared at him.
The throne room was cool, it always was. If it weren't for the fact that werewolves were naturally warm, it would make him shiver. Also, Dodoria's pink ass was siting was standing next to the lord, seeing that fucking spiky hair bastard always scared him. The dimmed lights with the shinning gems circling the room was just showing off this point, but can he really judge.
Like you need a reason to judge someone. That was a good point.
Frieza sat on his throne, his eyes looking down on them, well he wished he could tell because that goddamn black veil was over his face again. In all of his years with the lord, he has never seen his face in full, it use to piss him off as a child, but it just annoyed him now.
The lord moved his head, his horns moving in time and Vegeta bowed, "You called for us, Lord Frieza?" His other pack mates took his lead and bowed as well.
"Ah yes, there are my werewolves. Punctual as always, especially you Vegeta." The smooth high-pitch tone as usual, well at least the lord was in a good mood. He watched as the Lord stood, the crystals on his veil glistened as he jerked. He walked down his throne steps, his trail slithering behind, "If you don't mind me asking, how has your wound been?"
Vegeta was up right now, "It has healed up nicely, thank you for asking my lord." He stiffened at ice cold hands touching his skin, feeling sharp nails graze where his wound use to be. The rings on the witch's hands were catching on his jumpsuit, the shine of an amethyst in his eyes.
A cool hand soon found his face and the prince stared at a sheer fabric, "That's so good to hear my prince, we don't need one of my best warriors out of commission. I wish we could find those who hurt you in the first place." Frieza patted his cheek, his voice eerily soft.
He nodded and took a quiet breath when Frieza stepped back, "Oh well, that can wait. I have a mission for all three of you." He backed away from the werewolf, "You see boys, there's this little village that has something I need you to get for me." The lord walked around them, his head in their direction.
"They refuse to give it to me willing, so I think some…force will do some good don't you think." When didn't violence work when it came to Frieza, but he continued, "You three will be looking for little weapon for me, it would do me good to have it in my collection. Trust me, you'll know it when you see it."
The lord now stood back in front of Vegeta, his hands behind his back, "I believe that would be suitable for you three, isn't that right prince Vegeta?" The way he said his title pissed him off, but he nodded.
"Whatever you ask, Lord Frieza. We will return with your weapon and those villagers will learn what happens when they disobey you." Don't ever say that Vegeta couldn't work an audience.
The lord laughed in delight and clasped his hands together, "I knew I could count on my werewolves, well you best be on your way, we wouldn't what to waste daylight now." He sashayed back over to the throne and sat back down with an elegant drop down on his seat.
Vegeta bowed one last time, "Thank you for your time Frieza and we won't disappoint." He signaled for his pack to leave and Zarbon opened the door for them, closing it behind them.
Frieza leaned back against his chair and hummed, "May did you see the way Vegeta acted, I had that poor mutt shaking in his boots." That made Dodoria laugh with him.
The man smirked, "I'll say, the mangy mutt looked like he was ready to bite you like the rabid dog he is." He turned his head toward Zarbon. "What you thinkin over there, Z, you have that look on your face."
The blue-skinned man stared at the door, "What did you think happened to Vegeta? Its no doubt that he was attacked but whoever patched him up, it was long enough to keep him alive."
Dodoria waved that off, "What does it matter, he's alive and doing what Lord Frieza commands. Nothing else should be considered." He didn't see the big deal of how he survived, besides, werewolves were known for coming back by worse fates.
Frieza was quiet while they talked because it was odd, when Vegeta came back, the wound was dressed up well and doctor absentmindedly mentioned how much of a waste it was of good skill when he went into the healing chamber.
Who would just help him like that? His hands were now in his lap, tapping his fingers against his leg. Vegeta was selfish and he couldn't think of single person that would do it anything out the kindness of their heart. Hell, Vegeta couldn't even get that type of caring when he was fucking someone.
The prince has his flings, but none of them stayed long enough for Frieza would say they would helpful if he got in trouble. Even if his pet has a new plaything, he will know, it never went on without him knowing. However, that didn't mean he was curious, he always was. Who did you get to help you Vegeta, I would love to see who now lays in your bed now.
~WGBITN~
This mission ended up being a success, of course. The werewolves were known for doing the best job when it came to pillaging, but why wouldn't they, Vegeta and his pack were violent animals right? Well that's what was screamed when they rushed the town, just wild beasts only held in place by their lord and that's all they'll ever be.
That didn't matter now, when has it ever mattered. They got Frieza's fucking weapon and gave it to him with no problem. All he wanted to do was get in bed and-
"So Vegeta about that human you spent the night with it." Oh, fuck me with a rusty knife. Vegeta had forgotten what he told Raditz. He was hoping that the pillaging would get his mind off it and he would be in the clear, but fate was an asshole.
The prince laid on his bed and stared up at the ceiling, "Yes you can ask me anything you what Raditz." He felt the bed dip and he could smell Raditz. He finally sat up, "But I make no promises that I can answer all of them, so get it over with."
"Okay first question, how did you get this." Before he could ask what, he meant, his comrade held up that stupid fucking brush and his stomach in his feet, "And don't lie to me Vegeta." He wasn't planning on lying, not fully anyway.
He felt his mouth dry and he looked away, "It's the human's…he dropped it." See, he wasn't a full liar it was just little details that didn't need to be expanded on.
Raditz raised an eyebrow at that, "How did he drop it?" There was the tone again and Vegeta felt himself mentally shrink away, "Vegeta, how did he drop it?" Every word was met with a tap of the brush.
"After I scared him by slamming him against the wall and threatening to kill him." There was silence fell over the room and Nappa ducked into the bathroom to just let him deal with Raditz, fucking coward. He didn't want to be the only one who dealt with his packmate's anger.
Raditz took a deep breath and counted until he couldn't see red anymore because he wasn't going to kill Vegeta just yet, "You did what, because if I heard you correctly: you just said that you slammed a human against the wall and threatened to kill him." He had a tight grip on the brush, the idea of bashing him with it playing in his mind.
"No, you heard right." He thought he heard right, "But don't worry, he's still alive, I can promise you that. I checked before I left his house." Okay, anger was going down now, that was a good thing.
Vegeta felt his body relax when he didn't smell the spicy aura of Raditz anymore, "I only did it because I didn't know if he was threat or not but he didn't smell like anything bad but Raditz…he smelled heavenly."
Odd answer but no dead human, he was fine with that, "Okay great, you didn't kill anyone but now to my second question, why did you keep his brush?" Surely his prince wasn't stupid enough to take a souvenir from his little adventure. But after the shit he pulled last night, he wasn't so certain anymore.
"Would you believe me if I said I didn't know I had it until the doctor gave it to me when I was leaving." Raditz would have said no if he wasn't smelling him right now and surprisingly, he was telling the truth.
He gave him one more look over, "Vegeta, swear to me, that you won't be doing anything stupid with this brush, I do not want to hear anything about missing humans, you got me." Vegeta nodded, not sure why his friend would ask him something like that. He wasn't even that interested in full-fledged humans anyway.
"Do you really have that much little faith in me Raditz?" He wasn't going to answer that because he didn't want to hear what he had to say, so he just chuckled.
Raditz passed the brush over to Vegeta, "Well at least, you don't have to use mine anymore. Nappa, you can come out now." He called out as he stood up from Vegeta's bed and walked to his own.
Nappa left out the bathroom and went over to his bed as well. He had the audacity to not even look ashamed of himself. Some fucking guardian he turned out to be. Vegeta flicked of the lights and there was chorus of goodnights from everyone as they were ready for bed.
Vegeta huffed and laid back down on his bed, the brush still in his hand. Seriously why the fuck was this thing glued to his hand or something? And the thing has the nerve to smell like the human, all good and shit. He trailed over the smooth wood of it before tugging on the teeth, stringing them like a guitar. It was oddly very soothing to do, he could do this for hours.
"Hey Vegeta, I have to ask you one more thing?" He hummed because he really didn't know who was asking the question this time. He really didn't care at this point as his eyes were half-lidded in content still stringing the brush.
"Was the guy cute?" His eyes now snapped open at that because he was not expecting that, and he really didn't want to answer that. The answer would have said yes and the teasing, dear god the teasing, he would have gotten would last him the rest of the week.
He heard a chuckle from one of the bed, "I would take that as a yes, Nappa, he was so cute that our poor prince is speechless." See, this is why honestly is bad for you kids because those closest to you will always use it against you.
Vegeta sat up in the darkness, glaring in the general direction of their beds, "Go to sleep the both of you and good fucking night." That only got roars of laughter and yep, his pack can go fuck themselves, he was going to bed.
He put his pillow over his head, trying to drown out his comrades. Him and the brush will do fine without those jackasses.
Vegeta was so happy to be home.