Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Beast Inside ❯ What the---? ( Chapter 5 )

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Chpt 5 What the–?

The wet stickiness of seed and dried blood is what finally awoke him. Goku turned over, his head throbbing and moaned weakly to his partner.

“Oh ChiChi, I think I'm going to need one of your miracle rubs...”

Normally his partner would have snorted–with disgust or annoyance he did no know–but small, rough hands would knead his back and Goku would feel well enough to take on an intense spar with the Prince of All Saiyans.

But not this partner.

Not today.

Jaia didn't hear him–too far gone into shock to notice his presence any longer. She thought she heard sounds, but they seemed to come from so far away...

“Oi, ChiChi!”

Goku twitched his tail over his partner's leg, a surefire way to get her to jump out of bed and get the hell away from him.

Still no response.

“ChiChi?”

Earth's greatest fighter finally turned around to see what was keeping his wife and finally noticed...

His wife wasn't there.

Instead, he saw a varied assortment of deep nicks and scratches across caramel legs, swollen and abused pouty lips, and a tear-streaked and slightly rounded face staring into...nothingness.

The bile rose so quickly in Goku's throat that he only narrowly IT'd outside in order to throw up. He didn't remember much of last night, just reaching out to ChiChi, who rejected him and...

Shit. I didn't. I couldn't...

Oh, but you did...and you enjoyed every minute of it.

Damn you! Damn you! Damn you! Damn you, KAKKAROT!

Yes, well that can be done later. For now, you should get the girl to Bulma. She'll need her strength to carry your child...

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”

Goku screamed in frustration. His life, his family were over. Now he had a new mate, a new child on the way, and none of this was what he wanted. It was...goddamned Kakkarot that was screwing things up, but maybe...

...maybe he could undo it.

Goku looked at the listless form of the girl who had been a friend of his son's only a day ago.

Now she's the mother of my child...

“This is fucked up.”

If Jaia heard, she didn't respond, didn't flinch as Earth's Greatest Warrior picked her up into strong arms and transmissioned them through solid rock across realms of space.

***

Bulma was in the crappiest mood ever. Normally, she'd be on cloud nine after a full night of uninterrupted Saiyan sex with Vejita, but last night, the first night that she can remember that ever happening, he had turned her down. Now she knew she was only human, and that she was going through menopause, but she kept herself in pretty good shape if she did say so herself. She was in the gym religiously, put on the most advanced anti-aging serums she could create, and kept her hair dyed its signature blue color so that she didn't look a day over 29. But Vejita didn't seem to notice. In fact, he seemed to be actively moving away, distancing himself since their little...talk...

Another child. Is he crazy?

“Where's Bra?”

Vejita was in a pair of tight pants and a T-shirt, reading the morning paper as if fhe couldn't give a care in the world that his life partner of the past thirty years was right in front of him...and more than ready to fuck his brains out.

Damn you Vejita! I know you can smell me!

“She's asleep. She is not to be disturbed.”

“What?!!” Bulma screeched even louder than usual, the lack of sex clearly apparent in her threatening tone. Now he's going to tell me what to do?!!

“She is NOT–to be–disturbed.”

Vejita wasn't kidding and Bulma knew better than to mess with that.

“What's wrong with her?”

“Long night.”

Bulma didn't like that response, but left the subject alone. That sixth sense that something was wrong was going off, but she didn't quite know why. Vejita looked calm and relaxed–more so than he had in ages.

“So why do you look so happy?”

Vejita ignored Bulma's snide remark and instead gulped down his third gallon of orange juice. The harpy was upset that he hadn't been with her for the first night in forever to fuck her brainless. Too bad for her.

“I am not your slave, Bulma.”

Bulma was so shocked that she didn't have a snappy comeback for a minute, her mouth flapping open and closed at Vejita's bluntness.

Truth be told, Vejita was more than capable and even desiring of bending Bulma over the nearest chair, but decided that antagonizing her would give him more pleasure for right now. That, and the most enticing scent was coming from the gravity room...

“I'll deal with you later, woman.”

Vejita turned towards the gravity room–he could smell his son and the unmistakable musk of a Son male coming from that direction, but just as he was about to cross into the hallway leading to his personal playground, a hard and fleshy mass knocked him backwards onto the floor.

“WHO THE HELL?!”

Vejita was about to incinerate the intruder when his face lilted upwards into an unmistakable smile, pure joy lighting across his face.

“Well, well Kakkarot. What brings you to my humble abode?”

***

Goku cradled Jaia's slight form gently and placed it on the sterile operating table of Bulma's infirmary lab, having gotten there in one piece as the screaming woman grilled him as much as she could between glares and death threats from a now thoroughly riled Saiyan Prince.

“What happened?”

“I don't know. She's one of Gohan's friends, and I just found her this way.”

“You just found her this way? When? How?”

“Well, I...ChiChi uh...”

“Woman, must you ask so many goddamned questions?!! The girl is obviously hurt–just tend to her wounds!” Vejita ripped the cotton ball from her hands and reached for a bottle of peroxide over the stinging alcohol that Bulma had picked up. Shoving her out of the way, he began cleaning her wounds gingerly, watching the girl's face keenly for any reaction of pain or disomfort. There was nothing, although it seemed as if she relaxed very slightly under his careful ministrations, her eyelids drooping until it looked like she had finally fallen asleep.

Bulma snapped back, her pride smarting from Vejita's brusqueness and obvious care of the unkown teenager.

Vejita be damned.

“Goku, how–”

Just as she was about to give the thirde degree again to a very guilty-looking Saiyan, the door to the lab flew open and a blur of muscle and spiky hair flew in.

“Dad! Dad, you're back!”

“Gohan...”

Gohan stopped cold, the scene not registering in his mind. His dad was in the infirmary lab of Capsule Corp. Smelling of sex. And the woman behind him...the woman he promised not to hurt...

No...

“You…you…”

“Bulma, could you give us a moment alone? Please?”

Bulma nodded her head and excused herself, sealing the door behind her despite the fact that she desperately wanted to hear what was said. They were keeping something from her–Goku wasn't telling her the entire story, but she would get it from him soon enough...in the meantime, she needed to find her son...

Gohan rounded on his father, moving so fast that he pinned the older man to the far wall of the lab, spiky yellow hair flaming in a blaze of righteous anger behind him.
“How could you...what did you...why would you...do that to HER! You promised you wouldn’t hurt her!”

Goku didn't move or attempt to avert the attack, absorbing Gohan's punch entirely despite the fact that it hurt like hell. He knew this was coming, and so IT'd them to a clear field where they could straighten this out without destroying Capsule Corp...or having Vejita listen in. Pulling together all of the composure that he could, Goku leveled his son with an even stare, his voice low and soothing.

“Gohan, do you remember how you conceived Pan?”

“What does THAT have to do with ANYTHING?”

“Son...do you remember how you felt?”

Gohan tried not to think about it, but how could he forget? It was like red molten lava was pouring through his veins. He vaguely remembered Videl in a loose blue sweater and jeans bending over a history book as they discussed their next test in class. He remembered the way her eyes lit upon him and how she smiled at his very apparent lack of interest in the subject at hand. He even remembered how he had pounced on her, her look of shock and then terror, the slap that rang across his face but felt like the whisper of a butterfly’s wing against his raging Saiyan lust…he vaguely remembered what happened next…the whimpers and screams and cries…How he had rammed right through her jeans and into her hot, tight body…he hadn’t stopped, been able to stop for hour after hour until he felt the unmistakable stirrings of another ki between them. Only then had he let loose a final roar to the heavens and found his final release into the limp body below him.

The limp body of his friend.

Gohan shut his eyes and screamed.

“NO! No, why’d you have to make me remember that?! Why won’t it just go away?!”

“Because, son. That’s part of who you are. You went through your first cycle and Videl happened to be there. You were too young and knew too little to control your urges–Hell, I didn’t know how to control your urges. But for Saiyan men, that happens several times in their lives–about every forty years. You’ll have another one in thirty years when you’re my age. And Videl won’t be able to give you children, but you’ll want them nonetheless.”

“Well, there are fertility drugs. Why can’t that work?”

“Because your Saiyan instincts would reject fertility drugs as being unnatural. And because the birth would kill her.”

“But she’ll hate you when she wakes up. She’ll hate you for doing this to her, and she’ll hate me for getting her involved…”

“Does Videl hate you?”

Gohan thought on this for a moment. No, Videl actually didn’t hate him–just to opposite, she seemed to love him. That fateful day he had pounded her into a limp pile of flesh, and was afraid he had killed her in his passion. But when he finally came to and looked down, he saw a tearful pair of blue eyes that looked up at him in wonder and curiosity rather than fear and loathing.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She asked as if he hadn’t just raped her for hours. As if he wasn’t still deeply seated inside of her…

“W-what?”

“Why didn’t you tell me that you weren’t human?”

Videl pointed over his shoulder and Gohan had turned to see a bright russet tail twisting lazily in the air.

“You’ve been working on instinct. I understand. Hormones must be really strong for whatever you are. I tell you what. If you can make this good for me, I’ll forgive you for the past few hours because…I really like you, Gohan. I wanted to do this…not like this, I mean, but I…I want it to be tender. Even if you don’t like me like I like you, maybe we can pretend? Just pretend like it was supposed to happen nice and slow?”

So Gohan pretended. He bent down and kissed her gently on the lips and rocked his hips slowly and gently against hers. He rocked them both at a slow pace that had them quaking in a passionate release that was a beautiful as it was sweet. And at the end of it, he found that he really hadn’t had to pretend at all. He found a peace in Videl’s arms that was only exceeded by the pure innocence of Pan’s eyes when he first saw her. And the three of them had been inseparable ever since.

“But Dad, why her? Why this girl of all people? I know her, she's a friend...How can I look her in the face now...?”

“I don't know why her any more than I know why now, Gohan. I'm sorry–I didn't choose this...I'll make it up to you and to her...I'm...I'm sorry...”

Gohan dropped his eyes, averting his gaze from the pitifully mournful man before him–his father. He knew what had happened. Kakkarot happened. Ever since Goku had come back to life, Kakkarot had grown stronger and was slowly consuming the human elements that made the father than he had grown to know. Each passing of the moon, each time he hit Super Saiyan, each spar with the Prince of All Saiyans turned him a little more, until even Gohan could see it...

Goku's days were very numbered.

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