He felt his whole body tense up as the heat caught up to him, the sound of that particular rasp pushing him over the edge and dumping him into the fires of hell. He gasped and tilted his head back to stare up at the long-haired Saiyan, the same one who had haunted his days and nights for the past 6 months. He couldn't stop the whine from his throat, and he shifted underneath Vegeta, suddenly desperate to get away. He couldn't be here, not now, not with him in the room.

"You know this traitor, Raditz?" Vegeta spat, the energy from his hand dimming and then fading. "Care to tell me how you know him?"

"I met Turles at a bar on 1138 and we—"

"Turles?" a new voice sounded in the room, and the beta forced himself to look up. Shit. He knew that voice as well. It was the voice of his captor from long ago.

"Nappa. You know this traitor as well?" Vegeta's fingers curled even tighter into his skin, and he winced as he felt them draw blood.

Nappa looked down at the beta and Turles paled as he saw recognition cross the alpha's features. "Yes, I know him. The pirate. Once part of the Saiyan Army, then deserting, and topping it all off by working for Frieza directly and double-crossing us." He spat on the ground in distaste. "When I caught him, if I remember correctly, he was relaying information about the blood rage to Frieza, a penalty that is usually punishable by death."

He closed his eyes as the energy sparked once more. "Oh really?" Vegeta snarled, turning his attention back to the beta. "That little stunt could be the ruin of us all, yourself included. My father was too easy on you." He heard the alpha clench his teeth. "I won't be." He felt the energy heat his skin, and he curled his hands into fists, shutting his eyes tightly against the blinding light. Well, I guess this is it.

"My Prince," Raditz murmured, breathing a little harder than before, "he is not technically in violation of his exile."

Turles opened his eyes, fixing them on Raditz. He had almost forgotten he was there. And if he didn't know any better, he would say the alpha sounded scared for him. Ha. Vegeta froze and turned towards the older alpha, eyes wide with disbelief. "What?" he hissed, eyes narrowed. "You dare reprimand me?"

"Not a reprimand, Your Highness." Raditz spoke, eyes downcast. "A reminder that your duty is to uphold the law. And the law being that banished criminals cannot set foot on Planet Vegeta's soil or enter the atmosphere. The law says nothing about them being on nearby planets."

The young alpha growled lowly in his throat and lashed his tail back and forth, glancing towards Nappa for confirmation. The bald Saiyan had his lip curled in distaste but nodded slowly. "Unfortunately, Raditz is correct." He narrowed his eyes and stared down at Turles coldly. "As much as I want to see this worthless trash executed for what he did, your father the King did not see fit to kill him, but only to banish him. He later explained to me it was all part of his plan."

Vegeta loosened his grip and sat back slightly. "What the hell do you mean by that, Nappa?"

"What I mean, My Prince, is that your father suspected that we Saiyans would be forced to serve under Frieza, and that by banishing a beta of breeding age off planet there would still be hope of an eventual Saiyan uprising against the lizard." Turles stiffened, not believing what he was hearing. That was why he hadn't been killed? Some roundabout way of revenge on Frieza?! "Provided that the beta in question could find a mate and bear children, and that one day that he would be grateful enough not to have been killed in his youth, an outside army could be raised against Frieza. It seems the first half worked out just fine, as currently we are not being sent into rut even though he's in heat. He must have found someone to mate him." His stomach twisted. Not only was he being used, his unborn children were being used. He glanced at Raditz, fangs bared. Did he know? But the alpha looked just as shocked as he felt, and almost as disgusted with the idea.

Vegeta blinked in disbelief, staring down at the beta underneath him. "He's in heat?" he growled. "How can you tell?"

Raditz cleared his throat, and Nappa glanced over at him. The long-haired alpha was clearly embarrassed and shifted on his feet. "The signs are all there, Your Highness. He's sweating profusely, he keeps whimpering, and his scent is sweet. Surely you must have noticed that."

"I thought it was just this damn planet. How was I supposed to know? I was sent to work under Frieza right after I presented, and I was only given you two, both alphas." The young alpha growled. "So, we're not in rut because he's mated?" He looked to Raditz, but he had gone silent, eyes focused on the floor.

"That would be correct." Nappa answered, glaring at Raditz from the corner of his eye. "If you don't believe it, just check him for the mark."

Suddenly the Prince was ripping off his cloak and yanking the battle armor over his head. Turles gasped as fingers pried at the neckline of the spandex, and suddenly the cool air hit his skin. Then those same fingers were brushing his mating bite, and he screamed in pain. Not our alpha! Not ours! He surged upwards with all his strength, knocking the Prince off him, and scrambled backwards, one hand pressed to his bite and the other arm held out in front of him in a defensive stance.

"YOU INSOLENT CUR!" Vegeta snarled, standing, and Turles curled inwards. "YOU DARE LAY HANDS ON YOUR PRINCE?!" Turles gasped and whined, eyes darting to Raditz. His alpha had his head lowered, but his tail was curled tight around his waist, and he looked tense. Suddenly he wished that the alpha would just do something, anything, to get him out of this. Motion made his heart flare.

But it wasn't Raditz that moved. It was Nappa. The big alpha stood in front of him, blocking him from the Prince's view. "It's a natural response, Your Highness. Only his mate can touch him there. It's best to leave him be, or King Vegeta's plan will fall through."

Vegeta grit his teeth, clearly still pissed. Turles flinched away, eyes downcast. Vegeta growled again, low in his throat, before turning away. "Fine. But I want him out of my sight until we leave this godforsaken planet. Raditz, throw him in the dungeon. Nappa, inform the Queen not to let him out until we have gone. I'm going to go kill something." He watched in disbelief as the Prince stormed out of the Palace, then glanced over to Nappa. He owed the alpha his life, he realized. He opened his mouth to express his thanks, however shallow they may be, but stopped at the stone-cold look on the other's face.

"Not a word, you fucking piece of shit." Nappa snarled. To his surprise, Nappa rounded on Raditz and shoved the younger alpha against the wall, one hand on his throat. Alpha! Turles couldn't help the whimper that sprung from his throat. "Do you think I'm an idiot?" he hissed, leaning in close. "Do you think that for one fucking second I didn't realize what was going on between you two?!" He threw Raditz to the ground, and kicked him across the room, the alpha landing in front of the confused beta. "I've been around the block a few times, son. I know you fucking bit him. Planet 1138, you said? I remember you showing up back at our room stinking of a beta in heat, alcohol, and regret. I remember the whispered rumors in the town that a Saiyan had gone into a blood rage. Did you think I didn't fucking know the second I saw you two together in the same room?!"

Raditz coughed weakly and got to his feet slowly, hands curled into fists. "So what?" he growled. "It's none of your fucking business."

Nappa roared and tackled the alpha to the ground, Turles scrambling away from the two in a panic. I should go, he blinked, watching the two wrestle. I could leave now while they're both distracted. He crawled to the edge of the room, standing slowly so as not to draw attention to himself. Gotta get out of here, need to get back to the ship—He screamed in pain as the blast hit him in his right calf, practically rendering walking useless.

"Don't think I have forgotten you, now." Nappa growled, one hand aimed at him and the other clutching Raditz's tail in a death grip. His alpha was white from pain and was tensed all over. Turles felt his stomach turn over and sank to the ground.

"Just kill me already." He muttered. "Save us all the trouble." Nappa loomed over him and kicked him to the floor, one foot on his chest.

"And go directly against the law and my King? No." The alpha snarled, tightening his grip on Raditz and pressing down harder on Turles. "I have a better idea. I know you didn't bite this idiot back, traitor. I would have noticed it immediately and even though he's young, so would Vegeta. But for my King's plan to work, you two need to breed."

Turles paled. Breed? That could only mean—"No. No, I won't do it," he stammered, clawing at the boot. He forced himself not to look at Raditz's expression. He didn't want to know what the alpha was thinking. "I won't do it, I won't. He marked me without my consent, I won't I refuse—ah!" he gasped as he heard a few ribs crack.

"I wasn't asking, traitor." Nappa hissed. "You will mate him. You will carry his child, and you will be grateful for your life. You will help us be free of Frieza, whether you like it or not."

"What life?!" he screamed up at the alpha. "You force me to mate him and carry his child and what life will I have?!" Raditz let out a choked gasp and Turles glanced at him. The alpha seemed upset that he was being rejected. Could it be that he actually did want me? He wanted me for me? Turles bared his fangs weakly. "You can't make me do it, even if you force him on me, you can't make me mark him."

Nappa snarled and threw Raditz down to the ground, the third-class making a solid thud as he collided with the floor. Turles blinked, but he didn't get up again. Then Nappa was crushing one hand around Turles' throat, and he couldn't care less about the alpha. "Oh, believe me, beta. There are plenty of ways I can make you do it." The big man reached up and slipped a small packet from under his sleeve. "I was saving this for myself, for later, but…" he ripped open the packet with his teeth and immediately Turles whined, the scent filling the air all too familiar. Damn him. He probably got it from my stock, too. I knew I shouldn't have left it stored here. His head was forced back and he clenched his jaw shut, writhing underneath the bigger male. He knew that with his heat and with that particular aphrodisiac, he would have no chance. He would be out of his mind within the hour. He had to stop him. But he couldn't move. He couldn't do anything. Just like he couldn't stop Raditz all those months ago. Pathetic. Nappa narrowed his eyes and pried his jaws open, tipping the packet and letting the powder fall into his throat. Then one hand clamped on his nose and he was forced to swallow, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

The change was near immediate. His heat went from manageable, if bothersome, to full-force burning desire, and he bucked up against the alpha above him, desperate for contact. Nappa snarled and shoved him away, before grabbing the unconscious Raditz and dumping the rest of the powder down his throat. Then an arm was around his waist, and he blinked up at Nappa, before glancing over and seeing that Raditz was being dragged behind them. "Wh-where?" he gasped, shifting against the body holding him.

"The dungeons, like my Prince ordered. Only Raditz here will be keeping you company for a bit." They reached the dungeon in silence, broken only by the gasps and whines from Turles. The bald Saiyan unlocked the nearest cell and threw them both inside, turning the key in the lock and glaring at them. "Have fun getting knocked up, traitor." Nappa spat, before turning away and locking the outer door to the dungeons as well. He supposed he should be angry at the alpha, perhaps grateful for the privacy, but all he wanted right now was to fuck.

His gaze slid over to the alpha in his cell, the alpha who had been given to him, the alpha who had already claimed him. His stomach twisted in knots. He knew what he wanted. He wanted to fuck. He wanted to fuck and feel the skin beneath his fangs, but he also knew he didn't want a mate. Turles grit his teeth together and pressed his head to the cool floor. Maybe I can resist the effects. Maybe I can hold it together. Another wave of lust crashed through his body and he rocked against the ground. Or maybe not.

Turles growled and shoved himself upwards, pushing himself back into the corner of the cell, as far away from the alpha as he could get. He was resisting every heat instinct to go to him, every side-effect from the drug that made him crave the alpha. I have to stay calm. I have to keep my mind. I can't let him, I can't let myself… He stiffened as Raditz stirred, the alpha clutching at his chest. "Hot…so hot." He gasped, tearing off the armor and panting. He looked up and over at Turles and whimpered. "Beta, need…"

The pirate hissed weakly and curled tighter against the wall. "Don't-don't you dare try anything." He spat, digging his nails into his palms, drawing blood. "I'll fucking rip your cock off."

The long-haired alpha made a distressed sound that tore at his heart and looked away, hiding his face from him. "Sorry." He murmured, so quietly that Turles strained to hear. "I didn't mean to. I didn't want to hurt you. I never wanted it to be like this." Were those…sobs? "I wanted to make it right, to prove that I was worth it—"

He snarled and clamped his hands over his ears. Alpha hurt. Need alpha. Want alpha. Alpha wants us. Why not—"Shut the fuck up, Radi," he choked. "I can't take it."

"Turles..." Raditz started, getting to his feet. "I-I'm sorry." The alpha slowly crossed the room and knelt in front of him, head bowed.

Turles jerked away from the other, shoving the alpha away harshly and baring his fangs in a snarl. "I meant it, I will rip your cock off." He ignored the feeling of revulsion that stirred in his stomach, the way his body yearned for his mate, the temperature rising in the room.

Raditz blinked at him in shock, before tilting his head down. "I deserved that." He whispered. "Back then…I was lost in rut. It does not excuse my actions, but it may explain them." Raditz said quietly. He looked up at the other and winced. "I-I don't know what's happening to me, now," he admitted. "But I don't want to hurt you again."

Turles let out a sharp laugh. "You were drugged, dipshit. You don't have a choice, unless you can resist the effects."

"Drugged?" Raditz asked, wrapping his arms around himself.

"We both were. Fucking Nappa. Broke into my stash, I'm sure of it." The beta curled his fingers into fists, struggling to decide whether he should flee from, fight, or fuck the alpha in front of him. "Aphrodisiac. A powerful one. It mimics rut in alphas and heat in betas and omegas without most of the negative side effects. It's just my luck that I was in heat already, so instead it's amplified them." His tail curled tighter around his waist and winced as he felt slick between his legs.

The alpha blinked, biting his lip as the sweet scent filled the room. "So what do we do?"

Turles narrowed his eyes. "Well, I guess both you and Nappa get what you want. I-I don't know how much longer I can keep myself off you."

Raditz glanced at him, tail twitching behind him. "I'm not going to deny that I want you."

Turles chuckled darkly. "Yeah, with the mark on my neck I already knew that." He cursed as another wave went through his body, forcing a whine out of him. Shit. I can't keep this up. "But I don't-I don't want to be tied down. I don't want you," he protested, even as his body screamed at him for the alpha's touch.

The alpha growled lowly. "You don't mean that." He moved closer and Turles scrambled to his feet, back pressed against the wall and fingers digging into the cement. Raditz stood slowly, taking a step towards him. "You were the one to seek me out during your heat. You dragged me to your room. You begged me to fuck you."

"A mistake." He insisted, ignoring that voice in his head that told him to submit to his mate. "Nothing more."

Raditz looked at him, eyes narrowed. "Your scent says you're lying. And that you want me even more than last time."

"That's not my fault." Turles cursed and his tail lashed behind him, all the while knowing that the alpha was right. He did want him. He needed him. There was no point in denying that now, not with his heat upon him again and Raditz so close and the aphrodisiac flooding their systems. "How dare you claim me as your mate," he gasped. His alpha loomed over him, blocking his escape route. "How dare you fight for me," he choked, tail curling around the other's thigh as Raditz moved his knee in between his legs. "How dare you make me want you," he whispered, as the lips touched his, and he opened his mouth to the other's tongue.

Sure, he was fucked up.

He knew it.

They both were.

But what choice did they have, now?

He chose Raditz.