Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Beast Inside ❯ Transformations ( Chapter 2 )
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By: richonyx 
He didn’t love her anymore. Couldn’t. They didn’t share any interest, any common insights. Hell, they didn’t even share the same bed—at least, not really. The would sleep side by side, but she would always pull away and never wanted to be close, much less, intimate.
But she was the mother of his children, and for the sake of Goten who was still only 15 years old, he tolerated her. She would cook and clean and care for the children until they came of age. And then, all bets were off. He’d probably leave her to waste away in her twilight years the same way that she had wasted her summer years instead of killing her. Killing her might be too merciful when considering all the damage that had been done to his children.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Hentai / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.25.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
He didn’t love her anymore. Couldn’t. They didn’t share any interest, any common insights. Hell, they didn’t even share the same bed—at least, not really. The would sleep side by side, but she would always pull away and never wanted to be close, much less, intimate.
But she was the mother of his children, and for the sake of Goten who was still only 15 years old, he tolerated her. She would cook and clean and care for the children until they came of age. And then, all bets were off. He’d probably leave her to waste away in her twilight years the same way that she had wasted her summer years instead of killing her. Killing her might be too merciful when considering all the damage that had been done to his children.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Hentai / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.25.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
Chpt 2 Transformations
** = Thoughts
*** = new section
***
He didn’t love her anymore. Couldn’t. They didn’t share any interest, any common insights. Hell, they didn’t even share the same bed—at least, not really. The would sleep side by side, but she would always pull away and never wanted to be close, much less, intimate.
But she was the mother of his children, and for the sake of Goten who was still only 15 years old, he tolerated her. She would cook and clean and care for the children until they came of age. And then, all bets were off. He’d probably leave her to waste away in her twilight years the same way that she had wasted her summer years instead of killing her. Killing her might be too merciful when considering all the damage that had been done to his children.
Children…he wanted more.
He and Vejita had been talking about it more and more lately, and it wasn’t surprising. Vejita was edging 65, and had already discussed having more kids with Bulma. She had steadfastly refused, saying that giving birth to two Saiyan babies was enormously and since he needed her science, he figured he wouldn’t give to woman cause to stop with her scientific advancements. Krillen and 18, who could produce heirs indefinitely, but they didn’t seem like they were much more inclined to have more children. Goku was coming up to his 59th birthday, which in Saiyan cycles put him around the human age of 33—a prime time to have a large family. Very often, Saiyan males would have multiple children with each phase, so that by the time that family one was nearly grown, family two was on the way. Most Saiyan men had four cycles, and he knew that he could live to be well over 200 years old given how long his father Bardock had lived. He was 373 when he died, and didn’t look a day over 40. Talk about good genes. His first family with ChiChi was done, and without the possibility of siring more children with the same woman (he learned about menopause and its side effects shortly after coming back to life), he was beginning to seriously think about finding another and having a few more kids. It wasn’t like he’d be able to single-handedly repopulate Vejita-sei, but he could at least provide a few more warriors to earth in case shit happened.
He hadn’t known of his desire until he found himself staring intensely at every woman who was in heat. He had lived on Earth for so long that he had tuned out that scent—otherwise it would have driven his Saiyan mind crazy. At first, Goku thought he was just sex-starved and so sought out Chichi to help him. She was flattered at first, and when he first got back, he thought they’d never disconnect from each other. But it had been five years since he was brought back from the dead, and over that time she had gone into menopause and slowly withdrawn from him. He had tried to comfort her, tried to console her that he loved her and that none of that mattered, but it did. It REALLY did. And on the occasions when his eyes had wandered, ChiChi never forgave him. Now, it was like she was a robot—get up, fix breakfast, clean house, fix lunch, tend to garden, fix dinner, shower, bed. Nothing interrupted that flow. Goku could set a watch on her ministrations. Goku, his human side, still loved his ChiChi dearly and never wanted to do anything the hurt her. Anything with this “Jaia” would hurt her.
But Kakkarot knew better. He was full-blooded Saiyajin. He knew the call.
**Take her and make her yours. She’ll bear strong pups.**
**But she’s just a kid! I can’t do that…**
**You were just a kid when you began. You have another two, maybe even three cycles in which you can have children. DO IT!**
**I promised her I’d leave her alone.**
**You promised that you’d let her go. You said nothing about leaving her alone.**
**She’ll hate me if I do that to her.**
**You’ll hate yourself if you don’t.**
“DAMN IT!”
Goku hit the table hard, splitting it in two. Goten snatched up his bowl and glass before the whole thing can crashing down to the kitchen floor, concern flickering on his normally cherubic features. Thankfully, ChiChi wasn’t there, or he would never hear the end of it.
“Something wrong, Dad?”
“No, just need some time to think, son.”
“OK. Just let me know if you want to spar or something.”
“Thanks, son. That’s a great idea. Maybe a little later.”
Goku sighed heavily and stood up, stretching into his muscled frame. At least he’d have a little bit of a workout while he rebuilt the kitchen table. Hopefully that would work to clear his mind. Hopefully.
***
Gohan was so relieved to see Jaia back on campus unharmed, that he rushed her and planted a big kiss on her lips.
“Geez, Son. I’m happy to see you, too.”
“I just—I was happy to see you were alright. Listen, about what you saw…”
“Saw? Saw what?”
Gohan stared at Jaia who turned away, stubbornly refusing to make eye contact with the demi-Saiyan whose father had scared the living crap out of her. He got it. One of those never-mention-again things. On the one hand, he had expected to have to explain himself, but on the other he was strangely relieved.
“Oh. Yeah, right.”
“Listen Gohan, I have to go…”
“Right. I’ll, uh, see you around then…”
“Yeah. See ya.”
With that, Jaia left him, but he had a sinking feeling that something had happened between her and his father and that he would be seeing her again very soon.
He was still thinking as he bounded up the steps to his dorm room, when it finally hit him. The entire time that he had been close to her, he smelled something familiar. His father. What had his father done for her to still smell like him?
Stretching his senses, Gohan located Jaia’s ki in the main library and ran with Saiyan speed next to her side, unseen by anyone else.
Jaia jumped and nearly screamed when she felt a presence sit down beside her. Now she just looked highly annoyed.
“Damn it, Gohan. Don’t you have a girlfriend—Videl? Can’t you go bother her?”
Gohan smiled sheepishly and rubbed his head in the traditional Son style. “Um, yeah, but—I-I’m sorry to bother you, it’s just that…”
“Well? Spit it out!”
“Well, you, um, smell like my father.”
Jaia stared back somewhat stunned. She had taken a long hard shower—there was no reason to smell like the big hulking man she had met yesterday. Oh, damn, the cardigan.
“Oh, yeah it must be the cardigan. I think some of his hairs got on it when I was rubbing his tail.”
“You WHAT!”
The entire library looked towards the two who gave silent pleas of “Gomen” before leaving to walk where they could not be heard.
“Here, let me.”
Before she could protest, Gohan had her in the air. It was an exhilarating feeling, floating high above the clouds and staring down at the earth, but it was over all too soon before they landed in a clear shaded glen.
“Let me get this straight—he let you rub his tail? Wait—he had a tail?”
“Well, yeah. It kind of grew out of nowhere and wrapped around my hand. I just wanted to see if it was real, and so, you know, I petted it, and he agreed to let me go if didn’t say anything to anyone about what I saw and if I petted his tail.”
Gohan exhaled slowly.
“And that’s it? Nothing else happened?”
“Well, he fell asleep, so I left him there. That’s all.”
Gohan pondered for a moment. He was only Demi-Saiyan, but even he knew the beginning Saiyan mating rituals. Allowing a woman other than your sister or mother to pet your tail was a highly arousing matter and helped forge a comfort bond between the two adults—almost like a promise to mate. It was a loose promise, but a promise nonetheless.
“Did he say anything else to you? Anything at all?”
“No. What’s wrong? What happened that I should know about?”
“Nothing.” Gohan lied. “I just didn’t think that he’d let you touch his tail. It’s very…sensitive.”
“Yeah, I got that. He started purring when I scratched it.” She giggled. “He almost sounded like a big cat.”
He didn’t know what to think. The simple fact that his father had been aroused enough to grow a tail was bad enough, but tonight was the night of the full moon. Anyone with Saiyan blood would be going crazy for blood…and other things…tonight. He sincerely hoped that his father wasn’t going to seek out this woman that had unwittingly accepted him as a mate.
**Oh, shit—the Transformation.**
It was tonight! Fuck, he was going to have to get to Bulma’s and get his father the serum. Knowing Goku, he’d be oblivious to what tonight was, and would completely forget to stop by Capsule Corporation for his monthly shot. Gohan would normally remind him, but with being in school he hadn’t been as god as he usually was. The world would not be able to survive a fully transformed Kakkarot.
“Hm.” Gohan didn’t respond, but held Jaia tightly by the waist as he took to the sky and dropped her on the roof of her dorm room. Looking deeply into her eyes, he made his voice as stern as possible to prevent leaving any room for argument.
“Listen, Jaia—this is important. You live away from here, right? I need you to go home tonight—stay with your folks or something. Just don’t stay here. Lock yourself in your room and do not come out for the rest of the night. Don’t open a window or go outside at all…”
Jaia fumed. **How dare he tell me what to do after all that’s happened?!!** “What are you…?”
“Just listen!” Gohan snapped and shook her lightly. “I’m sorry, it’s just that this is important. Please go home and stay in your room for the rest of the night. Please, Jaia.”
Jaia looked into his eyes, seeing nothing but sweetness and concern, totally unlike the bright orbs of death that she had seen in his father. Whoever this Videl was, she was a lucky woman.
“OK. I’ll go pack my stuff now.”
“Thanks and…”
Jaia turned to the roof entrance and began climbing down. She looked up at the demi-Saiyan. In the setting sun he looked older. Much older and much more tired.
“…just thanks.”
Jaia winked and disappeared inside the dorm. Gohan shivered as he watched her go, already going over what he needed to do, and launched himself into the clear blue air.
** = Thoughts
*** = new section
***
He didn’t love her anymore. Couldn’t. They didn’t share any interest, any common insights. Hell, they didn’t even share the same bed—at least, not really. The would sleep side by side, but she would always pull away and never wanted to be close, much less, intimate.
But she was the mother of his children, and for the sake of Goten who was still only 15 years old, he tolerated her. She would cook and clean and care for the children until they came of age. And then, all bets were off. He’d probably leave her to waste away in her twilight years the same way that she had wasted her summer years instead of killing her. Killing her might be too merciful when considering all the damage that had been done to his children.
Children…he wanted more.
He and Vejita had been talking about it more and more lately, and it wasn’t surprising. Vejita was edging 65, and had already discussed having more kids with Bulma. She had steadfastly refused, saying that giving birth to two Saiyan babies was enormously and since he needed her science, he figured he wouldn’t give to woman cause to stop with her scientific advancements. Krillen and 18, who could produce heirs indefinitely, but they didn’t seem like they were much more inclined to have more children. Goku was coming up to his 59th birthday, which in Saiyan cycles put him around the human age of 33—a prime time to have a large family. Very often, Saiyan males would have multiple children with each phase, so that by the time that family one was nearly grown, family two was on the way. Most Saiyan men had four cycles, and he knew that he could live to be well over 200 years old given how long his father Bardock had lived. He was 373 when he died, and didn’t look a day over 40. Talk about good genes. His first family with ChiChi was done, and without the possibility of siring more children with the same woman (he learned about menopause and its side effects shortly after coming back to life), he was beginning to seriously think about finding another and having a few more kids. It wasn’t like he’d be able to single-handedly repopulate Vejita-sei, but he could at least provide a few more warriors to earth in case shit happened.
He hadn’t known of his desire until he found himself staring intensely at every woman who was in heat. He had lived on Earth for so long that he had tuned out that scent—otherwise it would have driven his Saiyan mind crazy. At first, Goku thought he was just sex-starved and so sought out Chichi to help him. She was flattered at first, and when he first got back, he thought they’d never disconnect from each other. But it had been five years since he was brought back from the dead, and over that time she had gone into menopause and slowly withdrawn from him. He had tried to comfort her, tried to console her that he loved her and that none of that mattered, but it did. It REALLY did. And on the occasions when his eyes had wandered, ChiChi never forgave him. Now, it was like she was a robot—get up, fix breakfast, clean house, fix lunch, tend to garden, fix dinner, shower, bed. Nothing interrupted that flow. Goku could set a watch on her ministrations. Goku, his human side, still loved his ChiChi dearly and never wanted to do anything the hurt her. Anything with this “Jaia” would hurt her.
But Kakkarot knew better. He was full-blooded Saiyajin. He knew the call.
**Take her and make her yours. She’ll bear strong pups.**
**But she’s just a kid! I can’t do that…**
**You were just a kid when you began. You have another two, maybe even three cycles in which you can have children. DO IT!**
**I promised her I’d leave her alone.**
**You promised that you’d let her go. You said nothing about leaving her alone.**
**She’ll hate me if I do that to her.**
**You’ll hate yourself if you don’t.**
“DAMN IT!”
Goku hit the table hard, splitting it in two. Goten snatched up his bowl and glass before the whole thing can crashing down to the kitchen floor, concern flickering on his normally cherubic features. Thankfully, ChiChi wasn’t there, or he would never hear the end of it.
“Something wrong, Dad?”
“No, just need some time to think, son.”
“OK. Just let me know if you want to spar or something.”
“Thanks, son. That’s a great idea. Maybe a little later.”
Goku sighed heavily and stood up, stretching into his muscled frame. At least he’d have a little bit of a workout while he rebuilt the kitchen table. Hopefully that would work to clear his mind. Hopefully.
***
Gohan was so relieved to see Jaia back on campus unharmed, that he rushed her and planted a big kiss on her lips.
“Geez, Son. I’m happy to see you, too.”
“I just—I was happy to see you were alright. Listen, about what you saw…”
“Saw? Saw what?”
Gohan stared at Jaia who turned away, stubbornly refusing to make eye contact with the demi-Saiyan whose father had scared the living crap out of her. He got it. One of those never-mention-again things. On the one hand, he had expected to have to explain himself, but on the other he was strangely relieved.
“Oh. Yeah, right.”
“Listen Gohan, I have to go…”
“Right. I’ll, uh, see you around then…”
“Yeah. See ya.”
With that, Jaia left him, but he had a sinking feeling that something had happened between her and his father and that he would be seeing her again very soon.
He was still thinking as he bounded up the steps to his dorm room, when it finally hit him. The entire time that he had been close to her, he smelled something familiar. His father. What had his father done for her to still smell like him?
Stretching his senses, Gohan located Jaia’s ki in the main library and ran with Saiyan speed next to her side, unseen by anyone else.
Jaia jumped and nearly screamed when she felt a presence sit down beside her. Now she just looked highly annoyed.
“Damn it, Gohan. Don’t you have a girlfriend—Videl? Can’t you go bother her?”
Gohan smiled sheepishly and rubbed his head in the traditional Son style. “Um, yeah, but—I-I’m sorry to bother you, it’s just that…”
“Well? Spit it out!”
“Well, you, um, smell like my father.”
Jaia stared back somewhat stunned. She had taken a long hard shower—there was no reason to smell like the big hulking man she had met yesterday. Oh, damn, the cardigan.
“Oh, yeah it must be the cardigan. I think some of his hairs got on it when I was rubbing his tail.”
“You WHAT!”
The entire library looked towards the two who gave silent pleas of “Gomen” before leaving to walk where they could not be heard.
“Here, let me.”
Before she could protest, Gohan had her in the air. It was an exhilarating feeling, floating high above the clouds and staring down at the earth, but it was over all too soon before they landed in a clear shaded glen.
“Let me get this straight—he let you rub his tail? Wait—he had a tail?”
“Well, yeah. It kind of grew out of nowhere and wrapped around my hand. I just wanted to see if it was real, and so, you know, I petted it, and he agreed to let me go if didn’t say anything to anyone about what I saw and if I petted his tail.”
Gohan exhaled slowly.
“And that’s it? Nothing else happened?”
“Well, he fell asleep, so I left him there. That’s all.”
Gohan pondered for a moment. He was only Demi-Saiyan, but even he knew the beginning Saiyan mating rituals. Allowing a woman other than your sister or mother to pet your tail was a highly arousing matter and helped forge a comfort bond between the two adults—almost like a promise to mate. It was a loose promise, but a promise nonetheless.
“Did he say anything else to you? Anything at all?”
“No. What’s wrong? What happened that I should know about?”
“Nothing.” Gohan lied. “I just didn’t think that he’d let you touch his tail. It’s very…sensitive.”
“Yeah, I got that. He started purring when I scratched it.” She giggled. “He almost sounded like a big cat.”
He didn’t know what to think. The simple fact that his father had been aroused enough to grow a tail was bad enough, but tonight was the night of the full moon. Anyone with Saiyan blood would be going crazy for blood…and other things…tonight. He sincerely hoped that his father wasn’t going to seek out this woman that had unwittingly accepted him as a mate.
**Oh, shit—the Transformation.**
It was tonight! Fuck, he was going to have to get to Bulma’s and get his father the serum. Knowing Goku, he’d be oblivious to what tonight was, and would completely forget to stop by Capsule Corporation for his monthly shot. Gohan would normally remind him, but with being in school he hadn’t been as god as he usually was. The world would not be able to survive a fully transformed Kakkarot.
“Hm.” Gohan didn’t respond, but held Jaia tightly by the waist as he took to the sky and dropped her on the roof of her dorm room. Looking deeply into her eyes, he made his voice as stern as possible to prevent leaving any room for argument.
“Listen, Jaia—this is important. You live away from here, right? I need you to go home tonight—stay with your folks or something. Just don’t stay here. Lock yourself in your room and do not come out for the rest of the night. Don’t open a window or go outside at all…”
Jaia fumed. **How dare he tell me what to do after all that’s happened?!!** “What are you…?”
“Just listen!” Gohan snapped and shook her lightly. “I’m sorry, it’s just that this is important. Please go home and stay in your room for the rest of the night. Please, Jaia.”
Jaia looked into his eyes, seeing nothing but sweetness and concern, totally unlike the bright orbs of death that she had seen in his father. Whoever this Videl was, she was a lucky woman.
“OK. I’ll go pack my stuff now.”
“Thanks and…”
Jaia turned to the roof entrance and began climbing down. She looked up at the demi-Saiyan. In the setting sun he looked older. Much older and much more tired.
“…just thanks.”
Jaia winked and disappeared inside the dorm. Gohan shivered as he watched her go, already going over what he needed to do, and launched himself into the clear blue air.