Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Beast Inside ❯ Introductions ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: This chapter contains graphic scenes and incest. Don't read if you can't handle it.  Oh, and please read "The Saiyan Facts of Life! Teaching Gohan" by Orchideater first.Some scenes are directly influenced by that fic…

DISCLAIMER: I don't own DragonBall Z or any of the characters.  If I did, I'd be living in Hawaii off of the royalties.

Chpt 1. Introductions

"Ahhh-GOD!"

"Shit, you're soFUCKING TIGHT!"

Goku increased his frantic pace of pumping until the slap of his balls against Gohan's ass could be heard a mile away.  They were in the forest by Gohan's campus-normally they would have gone farther away, but the two had been so horny that they couldn't contain their lust and settled for rutting like dogs in the nearest clearing the could find.  If they had been thinking properly, Goku could have simply Instand Transmissioned them to a new location. 

If they had been thinking properly.

But, of course, they weren't-their twin needs for Saiyan sex so overwhelming their rational minds that they just barely made it into the forest before kissing and groping each other passionately.  They knew that humans wouldn't understand.  To them, the relationship between parents and children was about nurturing and affection.  So was the bond between parent and child in the Saiyan race, but it manifested itself very differently.  All Saiyans had a blood craving for their own that could not be satisfied by humans.  And since there were no Saiyan women left, that meant the men had to look towards each other to relieve their baser desires.  Since Gohan had come of age and began requiring more…intimate affection, he and one of the other Saiyans would run off to some remote location to let off some steam.  Sometimes he would meet with Trunks or Vejita, but most often it was Goku.  There was an even stronger bond that the two shared because of blood, which gave them some of the most mindblowing sex ever.

Today, Gohan had woken up itching to be touched, and after rushing through his classes, searched for his father's ki and sent him a very clear mental image.  Now that they had shared each other, they found that they could occasionally tap into each other's minds, particularly if they were in emotional turmoil or distress.  So when Goku had IT'd right in front of the boy as he turned to go into the woods, Gohan hadn't said a word and instead pounced upon the older man, kissing and snarling until they landed in the clearing where they were-humping each other brainless.

And now they were caught.

Gohan and Gokou stopped cold upon hearing the snap of a twig-they had been so far lost in each other that they didn't notice the presence of another ki until now.

"Uh…gomen!  I'm so sorry…I didn't know!"

Jaia flushed a bright red (or as bright as her skin tone could get), turned on her heel, and ran as fast a humanly possible away from the specter of carnality that was occurring between one of the boys on her campus and his…father.

Gohan leapt onto his feet panicked.  "Dad!  We've got to do something!  She'll tell everyone!"

"Shhh, Gohan.  Let me take care of it.  You just go get cleaned up and I'll meet you at home."

"But Dad…"

"Listen Gohan, I said I'd take care of it."  Gohan stopped cold-the soothing voice of his human-raised father Goku now replaced by the dark gravelly lilt of Kakkarot, the full-blooded Saiyan.  And Kakkarot was not to be messed with.

"Please don't hurt her, dad."

Goku gave his innocent, "Who me?" disarming smile to reassure the boy and scooted him off in the direction of their home. 

"I promise that I won't hurt her,"  He said as the boy gave him a final parting look the sweetness of Goku laced in his voice.

"Much."  That was the last whisper on the wind in dark Saiyan-go as Goku folded neatly into himself and allowed his alter ego to take charge, sniffing the girl's fragrance in the air. 

"Well, well, someone's in heat…"

Oh boy, this was going to be good.

***

She ran with the speed of the wind or whatever gave mortals more-than-mortal speed when they knew they were running for their lives.  Really, she didn't even know how she had gotten there-she had had an argument with her boyfriend of four years that had resulted in them breaking up-again-and she had walked into the wild forest surrounding her college campus for a little piece of mind and to cry without having people try to comfort her.  She just needed a little alone time, and had found it until she heard the sound of rutting beasts cross her path.  She knew she should have turned and walked away-it wasn't her business anyway, but then she heard a few cries that sounded human. 

Someone could be hurt.

At least, that's what she told herself as she walked towards the sounds of grunts and groans that had filled the forest.  She kept moving until she could see the figures of one of the guys on campus wriggling as if struggling against someone-a very naked someone.

The father was on top, holding the son in nearly a chokehold as he pounded him relentlessly.  For a minute she was stunned and transfixed.  It was a beautiful sight in a wierd sort of way-the two men obviously in great shape and totally into it.  Well, sort of.  At first she thought that Gohan was being forced-after all, he was crying out in pain and his father was none too gentle.  But then she saw his toes curl in pleasure and his mouth form a round "O" of ecstasy as the hulking body above him shifted and hit some unknown spot of pleasure.

She didn't realize that she was still moving closer until she snapped that twig and two sets of unruly hair perked up in her direction.

Now, her lungs were about to burst, her legs give out on her as she ran blindly back in the direction of civilization.  Once she was back in her room, she'd be able to think straight.  Yes, she'd be able to think with some hot cocoa and a warm blanket in front of a tv screen filled with cartoons…

Please Kami, I just want to go back home…

She almost thought she had made it-the peaked towers of the dorm were visible over the trees.  In another five minutes she'd be there and be able to forget what she had just seen..

And then she hit a brick wall.  Or, more correctly, a brick wall hit her.

Kakkarot glowered over the human woman he had Instant Transmissioned in front of as she sank to the ground.  She was cute, with large brown eyes and a slightly rounded face that told him that she wasn't far outside of her teens.  In fact, she would have resembled ChiChi if she didn't have very un-ChiChi-like curves and shapely legs.  That and the fact that her skin was a molten caramel brown that made him hard just thinking about licking it.

"You should learn to mind you own business, girl.  Wasn't it curiosity that killed the cat?"

"Yeah, um, I'm sorry.  I just…it sounded like…um…nothing-I'm sorry.  I won't tell anyone.  I just want to go home.  Please…I won't tell…"

Kakkarot narrowed his eyes.  The wench was telling the truth-he couldn't smell a lie on her-but he wasn't going to let her know that and ruin his fun.  At least, not yet.

She took a small step back and he took a small step forward, mimicking her move.  She stepped back again, and he repeated, interested in seeing what she would do.  She chanced a brief glance up at him that told him she was going to run, and he grabbed her in a bruising grip that crushed her flush to his chest.

"Going so soon?" he purred hotly into her ear "Don't I get to know your name first?"

"I-it's Jaia.  Can I go home now, please?"

"No, Jaia, you may not go home.  You and I need to have a little…talk."

"But I promised I wouldn't say anything!  I promise!  Just let me go!"

Kakkarot could feel himself harden further as her struggling accidentally brushed her hips against his member.  She felt it and stilled immediately, a gasp suppressed on her lips.  He wanted so badly to have her at the moment that another appendage of his grew in tune with his thoughts.  Jaia gasped again, this time quite audibly, as a large brown furry tail ripped through Goku's jeans and whipped furiously in the air.

Damn.  I'll have to have Bulma remove it again.

This happened whenever he allowed his ki levels to go uncontrolled.  Normally, he would have simply diverted the extra energy that pooled in his tail spot to his muscles of other organs, but with this woman distracting him, he allowed the tail to grow again.  It made it very difficult to blend in with other humans, and ChiChi hated the damn thing-said it shed on her good furniture.  But it was a trait of a true Saiyan, and both Goku and Kakkarot loved it.  She seemed to be looking at it with curiosity, and he was about to tell her not to touch it on pain of death…

And then he saw stars.

Jaia had stilled in his arms and was no longer looking at him in fear.  In fact, she wasn't looking at him at all.  She had managed to wrap her slender digits around a portion of his tail and began scratching absentmindedly, as if to see how it would respond.

"You're…not human."

"No shit." Came the growled response from between ground teeth.

Jaia scowled at his sarcasm, but her touch remained light and teasing, swirling him into fuzzy realms of warmth.  His tail twitched and Kakkarot moaned.  Jaia felt empowered.  The man who was about to kill her was now twitching uncontrollably in her grasp out of…pleasure.

"So you like that, do you?"

Jaia found that she could breathe again.  Using the tail to her advantage, she pushed away from the Saiyan until she could use both hands and began stroking and petting the long, weighty appendage in earnest, earning whimpers and small cries of delight from the wild-haired man above her.

This isn't so bad…

"If I…if I play with your tail, will you let me go?"

At first the words didn't register, and Kakkarot found himself leaning in to hear her well.

"If you like this, and I play with your tail, can I go back home?   Will you leave me alone?"

"Sure, kid.  Why not?"

She wasn't sure that she liked that response, but she figured that she might as well comply and get it overwith.  Motioning to the grass with her head, Kakkarot allowed himself to be drug down and laid on his back, swishing his tail out to the side.  It was better for him to have it this way rather than turned over on his stomach, because if the woman accidentally caressed the base of his tail, all bets were off and there was no force on this planet or any other that would keep him from fucking her senseless.

"Proceed."

Jaia snorted slightly at the military-like command and then sobered up immediately after meeting Kakkarot's piercing gaze.

Note to self: do not joke with local aliens.

Easing herself into a comfortable position in the ground with her knees tucked behind her, Jaia flexed her wrists and began a slow, long stroke that began at as close as she could get to the beginning of the tail and traveled down the length of the appendage.

Kakkarot moaned and squirmed lightly, shuddering with each touch of her nails upon the hard bone underneath the soft fur of his tail.  His face would flush every few minutes and then return to its original color, a beautiful sight of intensity that made her rub the tail a little but harder.  That elicited a deep growl and Jaia immediately lightened up again, noting that if his tail was that sensitive, it could also be an…erogenous zone.  She didn't really want to find out, so she decided to be as careful as possible in handling the long appendage.

Jaia kept on until she was sure that the Saiyan was breathing heavy and deep with the cadence of sleep.  With a knocked out Kakkarot snoring lightly on the grass, Jaia slipped up and slowly made her way back to class.