Conquered
Chapter 12: Truth
Pairing: Kakarott/Vegeta
Disclaimer: I do know own any characters from Dragonball Z. They are the property of Toei Animation, Pony Canyon, FUNimation Entertainment, and creator Akira Toriyama. I make no money from the writing of the story.
W A R N I N G: This is about male pregnancy (possibly) and male/male relationships. I am letting you know now what the relationships WILL contain. So, if you are AGAINST such pairings, please find something else more to your liking, you have been WARNED.

Notes: I know it’s been such a long time since I’ve last updated but I had (still do) have some things going on in my personal life that interfered with the flow of my thinking and thus limiting me from writing as I should. I apologize and to make up for a long absence here is the next chapter.

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Thoughts
’Telepathy’

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Summary: Frieza visits Vegetasei bringing one Saiyan with him who Bardock hasn’t seen in years.

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The Bateau attack left the primary sector of Vegetasei in absolute ruin. Some parts of the palace remained intact. Other parts, such as the lower levels were inaccessible. Luckily, no prisoners or nonessential personnel were down in the dungeons.

However, the servant quarters, which were part of the guest wing, sustained major damage. Even the medical facility didn’t come out unscathed. Vegeta and Yasai were relieved that their son and his mate were safe. Kakarott, if anything, was shook up but otherwise unharmed.

Smoke continued to smolder long after the fires had been extinguished. Many days had passed as families and warriors of every class gave an account of their losses to the king and queen. Yasai was saddened by so many of their peoples senseless deaths.

Her mate would right the injustice that had taken place on their world; Vegeta would show their enemy no mercy. Bateau would suffer before begging for death—she had seen it.

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King Vegeta, along with five Elite and three-third class teams, went to Plant Bateau. They began their campaign on the far side of the planet, raiding and pillaging as they made their way towards the core branch house this also included eradicating the planet of every living thing.

Oozarus stomped wildly across the lush green landscape, obliterating whatever was in their path. Bateaus' so-called armada was no match against the hardened warriors of Vegetasei, whose only purpose was revenge for an unprovoked attack against them.

As a gift to his son (for the prince to do as he saw fit), King Vegeta brought back the sniveling monarch of the inferior race after King Blackeye was found hiding in a secret shelter with his wife and offspring and a handful of slaves.

Screams of mercy was heard throughout the underground tunnels of women and children.

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Unfortunately, the unscheduled purging brought an untimely visit from the youngest Ice Changeling, Frieza.

The palace was still in disrepair as well as the heavily populated cities around Vegetasei. King Vegeta was just thankful that his son was unconscious from his in flux of power or else, Vegeta would have an extremely difficult time explaining his son’s increased energy level.

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King Vegeta waited for Frieza’s docking bay door to release. Highly compressed air hissed as a sign for final depressurization of the ship.

The lowered gangplank gave way to Frieza’s first and second-in-command, Zarbon and Dodoria. They were closely followed by the white lizard himself, gliding along in his hover chair. Frieza was flanked by several medium level foot soldiers.

The oddly assembled hodgepodge group stopped right before the king, Frieza floating in-between Zarbon and Dodoria.

The king didn't trust either one of them. Zarbon always held a calculating look on his fair features every time he saw Prince Vegeta. His mate always made sure that their son was away or busy whenever Frieza came calling. She didn’t trust Zarbon either. Yasai expressed numerous of times that Zarbon sought after her baby and he (Vegeta) needed to do whatever he had to, to get their son mated, which Vegeta did.

And Dodoria—he was just a fat dim-witted slob. Vegeta didn’t understand how Frieza could have someone like him in his service as a personal guard.

“So, tell me, Vegeta, why did you wipe-out an entire planet of no monetary value without permission, hmm?” Frieza inquired without any greeting of any kind.

He didn’t care what Vegeta did in his spare time just as long as the prime-mate was able to do his work when he was called upon. King Vegeta walked one step behind the hover chair as they left the docks.

Unnoticed by the royal, another person stepped off the ship’s walkway and out of sight.

“Recently, Bateau tried to stage a coup de tat,” Vegeta lied but he couldn’t risk his son or Kakarott’s life or the planet. “An inferior species as the Bateau had to be taught a lesson. Plus, this sends a message to other planets that; that type of aggression, will not be tolerated, my lord.”

Long minutes stretched before the tyrant spoke again.

“Well, you were wise to have obliterated such a back water planet. I take it that a decent price can be had for the planet?” Frieza’s tail switched to the other side of the chair. “I wish to see your son, Vegeta, since I’m here. Has he taken a mate yet?”

The bastard didn’t wasted any time getting to the topic of my son.

“Vegeta did acquire a mate, sire,” the king replied as he squashed his teeth together almost cracking them. He hated sucking up to the little white fuck, but as it stood he was completely powerless to rebel. He wasn’t strong enough to defeat Frieza. He knew that, his wife warned him of what would happen should he raise a hand against Frieza.

The future events that would take place if Vegeta incurred Frieza’s wrath was a price he was not willing to pay. A picture of death and destruction was painted vividly by Yasai—all of Vegetasei would perish because of his stupidity. So for now, he had to kiss the lizard’s tail.

“Come, come, Vegeta, tell me all about her,” Frieza demanded with some excitement laced in his low raspy voice.

“Uh,” Vegeta just didn’t know how to explain his son’s mate.

The hover chair ceased moving causing Vegeta to almost run into it.

“Your hesitation, Vegeta, greatly displeases me. What are you hiding?”

Warning bells went off for the flame-haired monarch. “No, sire, I’m not hiding anything. It’s just that Vegeta claimed a mate without my approval…” Without me knowing that it was Bardock’s son.“…and you might find our methods of mating to be a little… out of the ordinary.”

The chair started on it’s way again. “I see.” Well, Frieza really didn’t. He couldn’t be bothered with the mating customs of a less than superior race. But his curiosity was getting the better of him.

“Don’t tell me, Vegeta, your son mated with something other than another Saiyan-jin?” Although that might be the case, Frieza didn’t see any improvement—moneys were moneys—no matter how they were bred.

Vegeta cringed at the thought of having his grand-heirs being of mixed blood of another species. Kami, forbid! He would drown the brats himself if Vegeta went outside of their kind.

He coughed. “Uh, no, sire. Vegeta’s mate is… male.”

The chair stopped again. “Excuse me?” Frieza had almost choked. “Care to repeat that?”

Vegeta carefully and slowly said as if he was talking to a two year-old, “My son has taken a male mate.”

As a changling, Frieza didn’t need a mate to produce heirs—he was able to procreate on his own, which was why he wasn’t interested in either gender. However, he wasn’t about to get weighted down getting bloated with some kid. Now knowing this, Frieza wondered how the next Vegetaseian heir was going to turn out, not that he actually cared or anything, because he didn’t, but he did have the burning question of what type of male the prince would take as a mate.

Considering this, Frieza opened dark purple lips to ask his question when a body crashed through the wall, abruptly cutting him off.

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The research lab was deserted except for one Saiyan, all personnel left hours ago to go home. Bardock stared blankly at his computer screen tapping a key at random every ten minutes.

He was hoping that he didn’t have to face his mate any time soon. Word had reached him that Frieza was on the planet and Bardock knew what that meant. All of Vegetasei believed that his mate had left him after Kakarott was born.

But that was not the case.

Raditz was conceived during a purging mission as was Kakarott and since he lived out in the middle of nowhere, Bardock was able to give birth at home. King Vegeta never questioned why he took time off only with the promise that he returned back to work after four weeks of being off. King Vegeta held Bardock in high respect which was another reason he granted the request.

In addition to that, Bardock held a perfect attendance record for the least amount of absents and tardies.

Bardock never revealed to his mate that he could become pregnant, nor did he inform his sons of their unique reproductive trait; or of their sire. If Bardock was being honest with himself, he wasn’t going to let no one including his mate; know of his birthing capabilities.

Not many males on the planet could be impregnated, the scientist snorted in amusement at the thought, and shut the machine down; he wasn’t getting any work done; so he may as well go home as well.

Bardock exited the lab via a back door. The night air was warm—summer was coming soon—the sky was turning from a vibrant blue to a darkening orange with the setting of Vegetasei’s twin suns. A full moon was on the rise.

He had to hurry and took off—speeding for home.

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Bardock entered his house the minute his feet touched the grass, he didn’t want to get any type of exposure from the moon. His sharp sense of smell picked-up the strong masculine scent of an aggressive dominate male.

The third-class warrior was instantly filled with anxiety. Beads of sweat formed along Bardock’s brow as he cautiously made his way through the entry hall to the living room.

As soon as he stepped into the main room, he was thrown across into the eating area, crashing on top of the table, breaking it into thousand of pieces. Stars danced in front of still dazed onyx orbs from the toss as he was once again grabbed, this time by his wild spiky locks. Bardock winced as he was hauled up to his feet by his hair.

He stared into a pair of cold obsidian eyes.

“It’s been along time, Bardock,” the male purred. “Too long.” Lips covered his with bruising force. Bardock struggled to free himself but was thrown to the floor with terrorizing strength. His waist was straddled, with the other male prying his legs away from each other.

“What do you want?” the scientist asked trying to remain calm with the heavier weight pinning him down.

“To be with you, my mate.”

Clothes were ripped from Bardock’s body. This is how it is, eh? Always rough. Never with love or affectionate, although he says he loves me.

“So, Bardock… why after all these years… you didn’t tell me, hmm?” his mate asked thrusting deeply into the unprepared hole.

The scientist shrieked in pain. He tried to get his breath but his mate didn’t allow him any time to adjust to the dry invasion.

“Tell… you… tell you… what?” Bardock panted. His hisses of pain soon gave way to groans of pleasure as he wrapped his legs around the other male’s waist—taking in more of the thick heavy cock.

All talking ceased. Tails whipped madly about them. Guttural growls changed to seductive mewling. Obsidian orbs flashed intermediately to crimson.

The heady smell of sex and sweat urged them into a more frenzied pace. Shortly thereafter, Bardock found his release, expelling vast amounts of creamy fluid between his and his mate’s body; while at the same time, sinking his teeth in the juncture at the base of his mate’s neck on top of a mark that was already there.

The other male returned the gesture, continuing to thrust out of rhythm to fulfill their body’s need for one another. Shoving himself as deep as he could in Bardock’s loosen passage, the larger male exploded with a grunt before biting down on his claiming mark.

Momentarily locking eyes, the crimson residue lingered, slowly fading as they were still high with desire.

The suns of the planet were nearly gone, leaving just an hour until the moon was out, then they would lose all self-control and couple throughout the night.

“Bardock, I-“

“Don’t say it.”

They drew together in a slow kiss… tenderly… lovingly. Their spell was broken as the front door opened. Both males stared wide eyed at each other not moving; making an effort to calm their heavy breathing.

“Kuso!” Raditz cursed covering his nose. The pungent odor nearly knocked him on his ass. “Otousan!” he called out making his way through the once tidy and clean living room.

‘Don’t you dare say anthing!’

‘Shut up! He’s going to find us. It’s not as if we were in the bedroom!’

Bardock got ready to push his mate off him when he spotted a pair of black boots. Lifting his eyes, Bardock saw the angry face of his oldest son. The position he was currently in didn’t look too good.

Raditz couldn’t believe what he was seeing his father being physical assaulted and as fast as he could, snatched the offending male off his father and proceed to beat the older Saiyan.

However, Raditz didn’t inflict much damage once the male regained his senses and knocked him back with enough force to nearly break Raditz jaw.

Bardock grabbed the blankets that use to lay on the back of sofa, and he wrapped one around himself then wrapped the other around his mate.

Now, standing between the two (facing his son) he said, “Let me explain.”

“EXPLAIN! Dad, he raped you! There is NOTHING you can explain to me as to why you would want something as demeaning as being forced to have sex with someone without consent!” Raditz fumed.

Rape was unacceptable among Saiyan-jins. They could die from the trauma of the cruel atrocious act. It was not condoned and never would Saiyans sexually assault other species.

“No, he didn’t,” Bardock mumbled under his breath.

“No? Then what the hell was he doing?! Helping you clean?!”

Bardock tinged a lovely shade of pink when he heard silent laughing from behind.

‘Shut up, you bastard!’

‘Go on… tell our son what we were really doing.’

Tapping his foot impatiently, Raditz growled out, “Well, I’m waiting?”

He didn’t appreciate his dad lying nor did Raditz feel that his dad should subject himself to be physical abused—it wasn’t in their nature.

If it was at all possible, Bardock’s pink hue became deeper.

“Wewerereclaimingeachother,” Bardock rushed to say it so fast neither male understood what he had said.

“Huh?”

Bardock hissed in annoyance. He was ready to be taken again and the scent of his mate was not helping. “I said, ‘we were reclaiming each other.’”

Raditz stared at the male in question. For the first time since coming home, the warrior took a good long look at him. He blinked in surprised recognition.

There was no way for what he was seeing was possible, could it? The male was identical to his brother except for the bronze skin tone, which meant he was out doors a lot, just like himself. His skin glowed with the richness from the sun’s caresses.

“Who are you?” Raditz asked unsure if he wanted to know.

Yet nothing prepared Raditz for the answer.

“I’m your father. Your sire.”

Time stopped as blood rushed to Raditz ears. He dropped to the floor like a ton of lead bricks.

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A/N: Well, how was that? Hopefully, this will hold everyone over until the next update. Can anyone tell what just happened? Don’t know? Stay tuned for the next chapter to find out.

Nemesis

oOoOo Teaser for Chapter 13 oOoOo

“What’s wrong?” Bardock asked.

“Get dressed!” the other male ordered, reattaching his scanner to his left ear.

“Not until you tell me what the hell is going on!” Bardock yelled back, only to be grabbed the throat again by his mate.

“Remember your place, Bardock! Do not try to defy me if you know what’s good for you. Now, get your ass dressed.”

Once released, Bardock fell to the floor coughing from the lack of air as he tried to get air back into his lungs. Without saying another word, the scientist went upstairs to change into a fresh pair of clothes.