Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Hunter's Moon ❯ The Beast ( Chapter 6 )

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, which is really unfortunate.

 

Thanks to Barb for sharing her beta skills with me.

 

Chapter Six

The Beast

 

 

Lunara stood shell shocked as the beast stared them down. It was big, really big. There was really no other way to describe it. It towered over the jungle trees, its smooth skin gleaming in the moonlight. Its sharp claws flashed ivory and its even sharper fangs were crimson.

 

A stream of alien words poured from the man's mouth, so harsh that it must have been profanity. Lunara glanced at him noticing that he showed no fear, only anger at being interrupted. She felt her skin heat at the thought that he found her so desirable.

 

Suddenly an ear-shattering roar pierced the night, bowing the giant trees in its wake, and shaking the ground.

 

Without thought, only instinct guiding her she poofed into her feline form, her thick white fur standing on end, doubling her size. She hissed, her own fangs gleaming, but fear made it sound more like a yowl.

 

The male glanced down at her, his black eyes reflecting the shine of her fur. The corners of his mouth curled into an arrogant smile, already claiming an impossible victory. He whipped around, sprinting towards the beast, no hesitation, no fear. Lunara just as quickly ran the other way, too afraid to see what would happen next.

 

She ran though a grove of trees, bursting through to a barren plain. A horrible stench filled her nose, making her eyes water. Her animal nose was too sensitive to go any further. She glanced behind her and through the thickly patterned leaves she saw the beast throw the male to the side. He landed where she could not see him, but she knew that it had to be painful.

 

With nowhere else to go, she turned on her heel, racing back into the fray. She gathered her strength beneath her, springing her body forward by her hind legs. She jumped as high as she could, reaching the pouch of skin on the underside of the creature's neck. She sank her teeth deeply into the flesh, her claws scrambling for purchase.

 

The monster roared as she turned his torso into a bloody mess with her claws, she ground her teeth deeper, refusing to let go. From the corner of her eye, she saw the man regain

his feet, shaking his head like a dog.

 

He spied the tail of the beast, and raced towards it. He sped up the back of the creature, using its spine as a path. Lunara had never seen such agility in a man. She had thought that his large size and thick, bulging muscles would have made him ungainly, but he carried himself with the grace of a dancer, his feet barely touching the ground. He easily completed a feat that few of her own race could do. Her already heated blood began to rage, and belatedly she remembered what the thrill of battle would do to her hormones.

 

The man reached the top of the monster's head, bending down to balance himself with one hand. He pulled back a fist, his muscles bunching in his arm and chest, and struck the beast repeatedly. The monster howled with pain and anger, shaking its head viciously. Lunara lost her grip, falling to the ground, the soft foliage padding her landing.

 

She glanced up to watch the man as he rode the beast, his loincloth flapping in the wind. Unable to dislodge him, the beast fell to the side, intending to roll his attacker off. Lunara barely scrambled out of the way, as the ground and trees cracked.

 

The man landed smoothly at her side, his dark eyes scoured her body looking for any scarlet streaks on her white fur. His eyes lingered on an injury she had gotten during her fall. His eyes that had been heated by lust and battle now grew hard at the evidence of her wound.

 

Without speaking he turned back to the beast, which was stumbling to its feet. He leaped forward, battering it with a flurry of blows. It fought back with the sting of claws and the snapping of teeth.

 

Lunara jumped forward, latching her fangs on the tender underside of its tail. With a snap, it whipped its tail, sending her flying through the grove of trees until she landed on the baked ground in the clearing.

 

All the air exploded from her lungs, her eyes watering from the lack of breath. She felt something crunch somewhere inside of her. She lay on the dirt, her fur streaked with blood, choking for air. Finally she was able to swallow some down, and slowly her body began to stretch and crack, forming long legs and human hands.

 

With the change of her body, she felt renewed, ready to fight again. However, unlike the male who fought gloriously in battle, she had little to offer in human form. She seriously doubted she could do any damage with just her fans.

 

The beast was now crashing through the trees. The man was on top again, but he seemed to be little more than angering the monster. Lunara backed up as it emerged, taking up more and more space, backing her further into the opening.

 

The smell became worse with every step, threatening to gag her if she went much further. She could see that the man's eyes were watering too, but the monster was unaffected.

 

Lunara turned to see what could cause such a heinous smell, her eyes widening when she realized she was caught between the beast and a huge, bubbling tar pit.

 

Bardock saw the pit the same time the woman did. She was back in her female form, which meant she must have been injured grievously. She was backing away towards the pit, her face pale and drawn, as she glanced around for an escape.

 

Bardock growled. He was pissed that he was barred from using his ki. He could have destroyed the ugly beast on sight, and he could be fucking that gorgeous creature down below by now.

 

Instead she was hurt so badly she had to revert to her obviously weaker form, and was on the verge of dying. He wasn't sure why that pissed him off so much. After all he was the one that was supposed the kill her in battle, however the more time he spent chasing her, fighting her, fighting with her, the less he liked the idea of claiming her in blood. He would much more prefer to claim her as his mate.

 

He watched as she reached the edge of the black lake, her eyes widening in fear. With nowhere else to go, she had one option. He watched, awed by her courage, as she steeled herself for certain death. She darted forward, a shrill scream of battle filling the air. As she neared the creature, Bardock stuck his hand in a hole in the left side of the creature's head hoping it was its ear. He yanked hard to the right, jerking it off balance.

 

The woman was able to pass through its legs unharmed. He glanced behind him in time to see her exit from the back, flashing him an ear-splitting smile. He felt something flutter at the base of his stomach at the sight. He turned back, an idea forming in his mind. As the monster teetered to the left, he stomped hard on its head, knocking it forward.

 

The monster now completely unbalanced fell forward, unable to stop its descent into the tar pit. Bardock raced down its back as it fell, the tide of tar close on his heels. He jumped off the tail, turning in mid air to watch the hopeless struggle of the monster as it tried to fight its way out of the sucking pool of black.

 

As its tail disappeared, he turned towards the female with the biggest shit-eating grin he could muster. He saved her and defeated the beast in one fail swoop. He barely stopped himself from flexing his muscles at the thought that he was the strongest male in the jungle, a king even.

 

However as his eyes slid to her spot, she wasn't there. The smile faded from his face as he swept the area, looking for her. A growl formed his throat at the realization that she had run---again.

 

He sniffed the air, barely able to catch her scent in the stench-filled opening. He raced after her, back through the trees, her scent growing stronger with each step. He leaped over a small brook, but skidded to a stop on the other side. He bent down washing his gook covered hands from the creature's ear. He even cleaned some blood from his body.

 

Quick as lightning he was up, and on the trail again. He crested a small ridge, glancing down to see her passing through a moonlight-drenched glade beneath him. He leaped off the ridge, only steps behind her.

 

She glanced back, her eyes wide at the sight of him. He pushed his legs to the limit, straining his calves and thighs. Just as she reached the other side of the glade, he caught her, pinning her against a thick, moss covered tree.

 

He spun her around, his dark eyes glaring down at her silver ones. His hot breath feathered over her, his thickly muscled chest rising with every breath.

 

“Why did you run?” he panted.

 

She looked up at him, her silver eyes dancing deviously as her own victorious smile graced her delicate face.