Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Beast Inside ❯ Captured ( Chapter 4 )

A/N: Sorry for the long absence. Just haven't had time to do this story lately. I'll try to make up for it. Please review if you think I should continue. The twist with Jaia and Gohan's story would come to play in the next chapter. Without further ado...

DISCLAIMER: Don't own DBZ. Never have, never will.

Chpt 4. Captured

"Dad! Dad!" A frantic Gohan burst into the house, prepared with a syringe full of bluish liquid to administer to his father to prevent him from transforming into a planet-destroying maniacal ape.

"Over here, Gohan."

Gohan sped into the kitchen to catch his mother injecting the last vestiges of the transformation-supression serum into his father's arm. Of course ChiChi remembered. She hated everything Saiyan about her husband.

"Oh, you brought some more. Then we'll use that next time. You're such a considerate son..."

Goku's tail swung behind him in an agitated frenzy. He was beginning to feel the moon already, its steady rising heating his blood. He snapped a tight lid on his control. It's not time for you yet, Kakkarot.

"Soooo, Dad. Are we going hunting again tonight?"

To Gohan's shock, Goku looked up at his son and shook his head. Going hunting was the code that they used whenever they wanted to have some "quality time," and since his father had initiated him into the Saiyan ritual, Goku had never turned him down once.

"No. I think I'll just stay home tonight."

"Oh, then I guess I'll just go with Trunks, then."

Goku's face changed. Before him stood the infamous smirk of Kakkarot. "Well, you better hurry before Vejita gets to him first."

Gohan blushed and excused himself. There was no way he was going to be able to ask his dad about Jaia yet, but he was definitely acting weird. Maybe after the full moon...

"Don't worry, son. I won't do anything you wouldn't do."

Kakkarot smirked and turned to go inside. Gohan blinked--it was always creepy when the full-blooded Saiyan in his father took over, making him seem like a complete stranger. He seemed dangerous--as if he would have no qualms about killing even his family if he had to.

What Gohan didn't know is that Kakkarot already had hunting plans for that evening. Cracking his knuckles in anticipation, the full-blooded Saiyan strained to detect the ki that he had met the other day.

***"OK, so I know it sounds like some weird sci-fi stuff, but you've gotta believe me--it's true!"

Veronica eyed her suspiciously. "So let me get this straight. A boy on your campus--George, you say--was out boinking his father in the woods. The father ran after you, or rather "appeared" before you and was going to kill you, except that he grew a tail which you grabbed and petted until he fell asleep. Now this "George" wants you to stay indoors tonight at all costs, though he won't tell you why?"

"Yup. That's about it."

"So...how much did you have to drink today? I mean, really?..."

"I knew you wouldn't believe me! Well, just believe that I can't go out and only want to stay here and watch some really bad movies. How's that?"

"Much better, you actually sound sane this time."

Jaia groaned in frustration. If she couldn't get her best friend to believe her, how would she get anyone else to listen?

Jaia pushed down her dissapointment and prepared for bed. She and Veronica talked and gossiped, ate and watched a bit of tv before they called it a night well after midnight, and within minutes Jaia could hear the unmistakeable sound of Veronica's light snoring.

The night was...hot...and dark...and oppressive. It felt as if she were being smothered. Inky realms of fathomless darkeness prodded and pushed her, cradled her in a restrictive embrace. She was running from something...someone. And that someone was gaining ground very fast...

"Oh, Kami!"

Jaia woke to a start, drenched in sweat and scared witless. Something was wrong with the air around her, and she couldn't quite put a finger on it. Her skin pebbled heavily as a draft hit her and she shivered under her covers.

A draft...

A window's open?

"Oh, no!"

Veronica, always fitful in her sleeping, must have opened a window after they fell asleep. Damn. But before she could act upon what just registered in the back of her mind, the world shook and Jaia nearly quaked off of the bed.

What the f--?

Jaia shot up the see if the people next door were responding to the mini-earthquake.

Nothing. Not a light, not a shattered window. It was just her and her own feeling of foreboding as the earthquake came closer and threatened to throw her flat on the floor. It almost felt like...footsteps...that were coming closer.

I'm going fucking crazy!

Jaia felt her eyes begin to water as the confusion and stress of the past few days began to catch up with her.

But the world was still moving.

** BOOM. **

** BOOM. **

** BOOM. **

It was becoming unbearable, and now she was literally being thrown in the air with each earth-shattering pound, but still no one saw, no one awoke to the same living nightmare that she felt. It was in her apartment now, the mugs, photos, and furniture moving, but only to her.

Oh, Kami please help me.

Then it stopped. Jaia exhaled in relief and relaxed...right into a hot wall of firm flesh.

"So, young one, we meet again..."

***

"So, you're afraid Goku's gonna go all Saiyan and do something stupid...or worse, something evil--urrrrrgh!"

Trunks grunted as Gohan repositioned himself, pushing deep into his colon from a new angle. The battle had been brief. He was in the gravity room, waiting for Vejita as he normally did, but to his surprise the old man didn't show.

But, he learned, that didn't mean he was alone.

Just as he was getting antsy enough to risk certain bone fractures going after Bra, a shadowy figure in the corner of the room moved suddenly. He hit it with a large ki blast, just to see the spiky hair of a Son move over and around him, smashing him face first into the ground. He didn't know which one it was, but it couldn't have been Goten--he could pick up on his scent a mile away. This one was more seasoned, and had learned to create a ki shield to hide his prescence--and his scent. But the suspense didn't last much longer as a startlingly aroused Gohan disintegrated both of their clothing by powering up to SS1 and buried himself deep into the still-confused lavendar-haired boy bone dry.

Thank the gods Trunks grew up with Vejita as a father and had already come prepared.

Their humping was fast and furious, every bit a snarling Saiyan lust-fest that moved from the floor to the wall to the ceiling, and finally into midair--Trunks grinding and propelling himself harder onto Gohan's questing rod as Gohan stabbed deeper into the tight recesses of Trunk's ass.

To Gohan it was his workout--both physically and mentally as he debated what exactly was going on with his father. He didn't realize that he had been speaking out loud even as he flipped Trunks on his back and began his assault anew, his member surrounded by the familiar crushing heat that caused him to both groan and wince at the same time.

"Yes--he's--not--fucking--me--right--now--so--"

Gohan ground out a response between thrusts. Trunks was so hot and tight, his tunnel so slick and inviting that it was bleeding into his consciousness, and Gohan could barely remember his name, much less what he was talking about.

"So--you're--worried--GODS!"

Trunks arched into Gohan's chest as he hit his prostate with deadly accuracy and his world merged into large sheets of blinding white pleasure. Gohan wasn't done, however, and flipped the now limp Trunk on his side, swiveling him on his manhood and propping one leg onto his shoulder before driving into him again, anger at his father's absence urging him to fuck the boy into senseless oblivion.

Trunks was too far gone to even notice, the extreme angle that Gohan held him in keeping constant pressure on his inner walls and turning him into a shivering pile of boneless jelly.

The moon rose higher, and Gohan felt his last shred of humanity snap as he bit hungrily into the fleshy junction on Trunk's neck, tasting of his coppery essence which was dark and sweet, a perfect blend of his Saiyan heritage and human blood.

The pair floated to the ground where Gohan nudged his unconscious partner with his nose, urging him to wake up even as he remained buried deep inside of him. His human part could only watch and worry--Gohan had marked Trunks for the whole world to see. Goten was going to kill him. And Dad...well, he still didn't know what was wrong with him...And where's Vejita for that matter?

How did things get so complicated?

***

She was in a cave. In most likely the middle of no where. With no one the help.

At least no one human.

Jaia turned, trying to clear her groggy head. She didn't remember much, just a small pinch on her neck and a feeling of weightlessness. And then everything came crashing back in suddenly, as if her spirit had been forcibly crammed back into her unwilling body.

"Unnn..."

Jaia held her head in her hands--she had the makings of a fierce headache and actively fought back the waves of nausea in her throat.

"Drink this, it will make you feel better."

Jaia didn't question the statement, simply took the warm brew and drank it--peppermint tea, thick and sweet the way she liked it.

"Thanks," she managed to mumble and then glanced up to her benefactor...

...and promptly spit the tea out.

It was him.

Staring across from her was the massive man she had managed to escape from only a day or so ago--the one with the tail who had been nearly fucking is own son to death. And now he was in front of her, tail twitching wildly in the air, long spiky mane grazing the floor as he contemplated her with a steely look that made her gasp warily.

"You!...what are you doing here?--wait, where is 'here'?"

"You're in a nature preserve right outside of the city. A place where we could be alone."

Chills went up Jaia's spine. Suddenly, 'here' was way too remote, too out of the way for her liking. She desperately wanted to be back in her girlfriend's cozy apartment, dozing lightly to the sounds of the city. But not this night. Not with this man.

"B-but I promised! I haven't told anybody! My best friend doesn't even know your name. I kept my promise!"

"Relax, I don't want to punish you or hurt your friend."

"Then why are you here?"

Kakkarot didn't respond, but instead began to undo his orange gi slowly.

"I don't need you dead, but I do need you for other things."

No.

Jaia backed away until she hit the wall on the far end of the cave. Now she could read the look and the body language. Alien or no, she could understand lust well enough, and it was written across the huge man's face.

"You've got to be kidding me. Wait--don't you have a wife? A girlfriend? Hell, I'm sure someone like you could find a woman easily..."

"You're stalling."

Kakkarot began to circle his prey. After Gohan left, he fully took over as the full moon strengthened the native Saiyan call in Goku's blood. First things first, he looked towards his own bitch for some satisfaction. It had taken some doing--that ChiChi woman could swing a mean frying pan--but before long he had had her so many times she was begging for him to leave her alone and finish up outside, against a tree, with someone else, anywhere but with her. He wanted to make sure he had her leave before going so that the baka human side of him would have little to say the next morning.

Then he left, taking to the air to find the girl's unique scent and ki and follow them into a small apartment on the west side of the city. His Oozaru form pulsed in his veins as he closed in, the mating ritual still ringing fresh in his mind as he thought of the tantalizing pleasure that her hands had brought him to the other day. It had taken everything in him to not just have his way with her in the small confines of the apartment, damn everybody else, but he knew that he should not cause a scene, and so put her to sleep as he spirited her away to this little hideout that he had for those "father-son" moments with Gohan.

But now the girl was awake.

And his waiting had stopped.

Jaia wanted to scream and cry at the man before her who looked as if he would devour her whole, but her instincts were yelling at her to simply survive.

Gotta keep him occupied while I search for a way out.Kakkarot watched hungrily as Jaia's lean caramel form grasped at the craggy wall behind her, searching for clues that would allow her to slip out. She wouldn't find any, but he wasn't going to tell her that and ruin his fun.

"Why are you doing this?"

Kakkarot stared at her, forgetting the edict given to him by the Prince of all Saiyans, and instead focusing on the delectable, pheremone-laden scent that she was emitting in waves. He could feel the tenuous grasp that he had on his control quickly slipping away, and allowed a low growl to rumble deep through his chest. Truth he told, if he had gotten a whiff of her scent tonight, he would have come after her anyway, Prince of all Saiyans or no. This Jaia smelled...deep and wonderful, as pure and as natural as the earth itself.

She smelled like Saiyan sex.

"We did not finish...what we started."

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"When you stroked my tail, you gave me permission to mate you. You are ripe in your cycle now. And now I will take you."

Permission to mate? "Ripe in my cycle?" Oh, FUCK!Jaia didn't know that stroking his tail was akin to giving him permission to fuck her--and to think, it had all been her idea! And she didn't need to be a rocket scientist to understand the other part of what he said.

She could get pregnant if he did exactly what he wanted to do.

Not thinking anymore, Jaia's legs moved of her own accord, propelling her along the cave wall as she sought out an opening of any kind to get away from the stalker before her...

...except that he was no longer before her, but somehow behind her, and was grasping her arms in a steel grip that threatened to break her fragile wrists.

"Going somehwere, young one?"

"Please...I'll..." Jaia's mouth went dry as she began to think of things to get her by until she could get free. Maybe of she gave in a little bit, things would be OK...

"I can do...some things, but please...just...just don't force me..."

"Very well, then. Begin." The man's breath was hot on her ear, and an involuntary shiver went down Jaia's spine. She had never really done anything before, but she would have to learn really quickly now.

The painful grip on her wrists disappeared and Jaia sank to her knees, turning slowly to face the hulking man behind her. Sometime without her noticing, he had removed the last stitches of his clothing and stood completely nude, massive erection swinging in the air for her attention.

How in the hell am I going to get that into my mouth?

Jaia gulped and Kakkarot smirked. The evening was turning out to be a very interesting one, and he could not wait to see what this Jaia could do with that little mouth of hers.

But Jaia was frozen--she didn't seem to know where to start.

Kakkarot took a step forward and placed a finger on her jaw and cheek, coaxing her to open in order to take him into her mouth. Jaia complied and allowed him to take a second step forward and push the tip of his manhood into her waiting mouth. He gave her a minute to adjust and widen her mouth to avoid nicking him with her teeth and then, with an evil smirk, sank himself lower into her cavern until he hit her throat.

Jaia began to gag, the sensation of having a throbbing dick shoved into her mouth so violently startling her into submission. She tried desperately to suck and was grateful for the pair of hands that grabbed hers and urged them to pet the rest of his length and massage his twitching balls. Oddly, doing this felt...good...

Kakkarot was trying to hold back, but the girl's mouth was so small and wet that he couldn't hold on for much longer. Bracing the back of her neck with his hand, he picked up the pace, forcibly fucking her face as she struggled for breath with each plunge. Kakkarot held Jaia still as he came violently, thrusting his member straight down her throat and past her gag reflex.

"Urgh!"

Here muffled cry reverberated through his dick and into his spine, and Kakkarot lost it completely when he saw excess seed drip down the corners of her enlarged lips that were still wrapped around his hard member, tears trailing down caramel-colored cheeks.

While he wanted desperately to taste her, to hear her scream and spasm into his mouth, now was not the time. He scent was overwhelming him--no woman had ever made him react this way, or called to his beast so strongly. He wanted--no needed--to fuck her. RIGHT NOW.

Jaia almost thought she had won and that he'd let her go again when he stepped away from her and picked her off of the ground. But then she felt cold and realized that he had yanked off her shirt and bra in one swoop, and was doing the same with her pj bottoms and panties. She jerked in his steel grasp, twisting and turning for release, but to no avail.

She was getting fucked tonight.

Tears leaked down her face, as Jaia made one last weak plea to her captor. Please have a heart...please don't do this..."But...I'm not ready!"

Kakkarot shrugged with indifference. "I am."

"But...pleasepleaseplease...I'll do whatever you want...just don't do this don't do this DON'TDOTHI--"

Kakkarot lowered himself onto the girl's small frame, pinning her to the ground with strong biceps and hips. His body was on fire, and he wanted to do nothing but calm the raging lust inside his veins in the warm wetness between Jaia's legs.

"Shhhh...." Kakkarot's voice was almost soothing. "Don't worry, little one. It won't hurt...after the first few hours..."

And with that, he hooked Jaia's legs on top of his broad shoulders and lunged forward, sinking himself into her virgin entrance with a thrust of pure, brute Saiyan energy.

"GYAAAAAAAHHH!"

Jaia was dying, splitting in two. She opened her mouth to scream again, but no sound came out--her mouth unable to unleash the cry of pain that circled and caught in the recesses of her throat.

"So beautiful..."

Kakkarot murmured as he slipped four digits over and then inside of her enlarged mouth to silence Jaia's screams. His pace was a forceful and demanding combination of long, hard strokes that hit hidden realms deep within Jaia's womanhood with each advance. Her legs felt as if they would snap and break, her back ached where the rough floor was rubbing it raw.

Kakkarot's mouth dueled with hers--Jaia biting as he moaned and allowed her to pour his life essence down her throat. It seared her--hot and demanding as it coursed through her veins, popping blood vessels and opening new ones in her human body.

"I--oh!--please--God!--just--ooooohhhhh..."

Kakkarot was too far gone to hear his lover's muffled pleas. Every pore in his body screamed for release, and he pumped hard enough to slap Jaia's entire body against the stone floor, his engorged manhood ramming deeper into her aching sex. He didn't even realize that he had powered up into SS1, ki whipping his wild man as black hair faded to gold and onyx eyes to blue.God, he looks like an angel ...

Jaia marveled at the transformation even as she felt a rib crack and pop. Oddly, there was no pain--only the deep feeling of his already huge manhood growing larger still and the slowing of time as a sharp knifing sensation of pleasure rocketed through her frame, causing her to clamp down painfully on his hypersensitive member. Then he came, and fresh pain assaulted her as Kakkarot bit down hard on her neck, spiraling his final thrust into one drawn-out stab that arched Jaia's body into an impossible angle.

Kami, I'm going to break...

And that's all Jaia remembered as she saw stars theat bled to the darkness of confusion and unknown.

***