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Warning: MPREG
The royal sleep-chamber is sultry with the heat of the fire and many bodies scattered around it. Heavy wooden shutters cover the windows, blocking the light of the capital and the chill air of the Vegetasei night. A warrior crouches next to his king, nude on the thickly piled furs and bed rugs. One large hand rests on his stomach. Battle scars adorn him; he knows each and every one and the stories behind them. A private journal of failures and triumphs and lessons learned. Yet this latest battle, one of his hardest, will leave no external marks. The warrior knows the rules. The pride of the House of Vegeta would not allow a bastard such as the one growing within him to live. Crossbreeding between the Royal House and those of the lower classes was strictly forbidden; a law not even the king could surpass. The warrior had known this long before he earned the position of the king's bodyguard, before he'd found himself pinned beneath the thrusting form of his monarch and felt the glimmering of that powerful mind along the edges of his own. And he knows it now, as he sits on plush fur and recognizes the change in his scent. Impregnated by the king. How could this happen? Had someone sabotaged his infertility shots? Well, it didn't matter. The action had been completed and was beyond reversal. Now came the choice. He could do his duty as Prime Consort. Bow before the pride of the Vegeta no Uchi and allow his unborn child to be terminated and himself to be sterilized to prevent further mistakes. A reasonable line of action; it would keep him at his king's side and he already had a son, so it wasn't like he *needed* more children. Or... The warrior closes his eyes and decides. He slips free of the bedding, pausing only once to ghost a touch over the angular features of his lover, before rolling smoothly his feet. He walks quietly and quickly between sprawl of Saiyajin, going to the wall where he collects clothing and armor. He carries them out the door into the sitting room and shivers at the sudden change in temperature. The armsman who guards the door while the royal family sleeps, looks over at him in interest as he dresses. "Consort Bardock?" "Have to call the damn woman," he says, holding up his scouter in explanation while tugging on his boots. The guard laughs in understanding. Bardock is already logging on a call to his wife and breeding partner as he leaves the suite. It will be a few weeks before his child can be transferred to a gestation tank and his woman is clever enough to know what to do with him in the meantime. Vanishing for so long will certainly earn him Vegeta no Ou's disfavor. Discovery of his treason would result in death. But his choice is made. He looks back only once and never again after that.
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