Goku X Vegeta Oneshots

When Angels Fly Away

*I need to stop finding songs that make me think of Vegeta... Ok, so this is actually not Kakavege... This is Vegeta x Nappa. I only ship them when Vegeta's young, though. *

Vegeta stared at the pod, anxiety bubbling in him. Frieza's high, quiet voice in his ear did nothing to soothe his worries. "Oh, you'll be fine, Vegeta," the Icejin purred. "You'll be under only for a month. We wake you up early due to the fact you'd still be drowsy and slow when you land. We don't need soldiers passing out on the battlefield."

Vegeta gulped. He'd never been in a pod before, not one this small anyway. The others said that the knockout gas wasn't even the worst part. The two weeks of total consciousness, with no room to move, no one to talk to, the unbreakable silence... that was the worst part.

Frieza guided the young Saiyan to the remaining pod and actually helped him in. "Just sit back and relax; we'll seal the pod in a minute and you can dream away." He must have seen the fear in Vegeta's eyes, for he smiled comfortingly. "It's really not as bad as you think, Vegeta. You'll be fine, I promise."

Vegeta nodded. It was the only response he could give.

Frieza left his vision. "Alright," he called to someone. "Let's show 'em our Saiyan Prince!"

The pod closed and he heard it seal. His hands scrabbled at the edge. Why did I agree to this!? Oh, wait. I didn't. He stopped moving and tried not to hyperventilate. Suddenly he smelt something odd. A moment later, he realized that it was the knockout gas. He closed his eyes. He considered holding his breath, then realized that it wouldn't do any good. So he just breathed as normally as he could until sleep crept up on him.

~~One Month Later~~

Vegeta awoke suddenly, slightly breathless. He choked on a gasp and tried to move, but his body did not respond. He felt like he'd been hit over the head, not unconscious but in a state of shock. A static-filled voice suddenly filled the pod, scaring the life out of him.

"Vegeta? Vegeta, are you awake?" Frieza's voice sounded strange and tinny. Vegeta still couldn't move. A moment of silence passed. "Vegeta?"

Vegeta struggled for several minutes to reach the toggle switch that would allow him to reply. The effort was exhausting. When he finally hit it, he gasped for a few moments before speaking. "F... Fuck."

Frieza snorted. "I see." His voice trembled with laughter. "Apologies, Vegeta; sometimes the gas induces paralysis. How are you holding up?"

Vegeta steadied his breathing. "P-Permission to... speak freely, sir?"

"Of course."

"I'm getting a massive headache and I think I'm going to throw up," he said, trying not to whine.

He heard a new voice, one that made his heart leap. "Aww, poor kid. I remember the first couple times I went under. It'll be ok, Vegeta, it goes away in a minute."

"Nappa?"

"He begged to be here when you woke up," Frieza laughed. "I know that he means a lot to you, so I allowed it."

It took him a moment, but Vegeta went stiff at Frieza's choice of words; Nappa had also fallen quiet. Did Frieza know that they were having sex? That his little sex toy, despite everything, was having an affair with a soldier?