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"The Other Side Of Vegeta"Written By: Elanya Disclaimer: I do not own any portion or characters
of DBZ or PokeMon. My thanx to the creators of such magnificent personalities
for use the use of fanfiction. DBZ belongs to TOEI Studios, Akira
Toryama and FUNimation. PokeMon belongs to Nintendo and Warner Brothers
Studios. I am not making any money from this saga. It is just an expression
of my interest in such fantastic anime like DBZ. No law suits, please.
Being under privileged, the paycheck doesn't stretch that far. WARNING!
This fanfic begins with a PG-13 rating for language (we all know that
Vegeta has a mouth that would make a sewer look clean, lol) and violence.
Later it will have n NC-17 rating for the juicy stuff. Reader discretion
is advised. This is my first fanfic so be brutal in UR review. Vegeta
is OOC thru most of the fic. This is a V/B break up fic. Major Bulma/Chichi/Yamcha
bashing. Apologies 2 all Bulma/Vegeta romance fans out there. If any
ideas or themes sound familiar to any author of other stories please
note, I had not intention of stealing such fantastic ideas, they just
worked themselves into the scope of this saga as pure coincidence.
My thanks and apologies go to those authors. Happy reading. A/N: EXTREME
AU, HINTS OF YAOI AND YURI. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Yaoi, angst, Lemon Pairings: Vegeta x Goku Summary: Bulma and Vegeta have broken up-she throws him out after he misses one too many holidays. Through a series of accidents, Vegeta's long buried emotional gentler side emerges. Vegeta and Goku, along with Trunks, Goten and Bura(I'm not too crazy over her english name), all live on an island princedom away form civilization although, the other Z-Sensi know of their hideaway.
"The Other Side Of Vegeta" CHAPTER XLI OOZARU RISING Consciousness slowly reclaimed Trunks’ body and he moaned to signal he was coming around. With a sharp gasp, the boy sat bolt upright, however, he winced in discomfort. “Hey, ‘Tousan, he’s awake!” a high tiny voice shouted in a language Trunks had heard once in his life and that was on his last visit to this time. “Easy, young one, you’re not altogether, so take it slow. Here, drink this,” a cup filled with auburn colored liquid was placed in Trunks’ hands. “When you’re finished with that come join us out on the common. Raditz and Tormataeo will see to you. Chibis, suivez moi, por favor (follow me, if you please),” a husky feminine sounding voice sounded in smooth tones like a nymph’s sigh. Turning his head, Trunks just caught sight of the retreating back end of dark mahogany hair being blown by the gentle spring breeze. A musky scent that caused his senses to tingle filled the air and several small beings with hair nearly the same color if not completely ebony followed the vision. Trunks watched the femme turn ‘her’ head to the left and noticed how like Vegeta this vision looked, then nearly passed out again as ‘she turned sideways to greet whoever had called to ‘her’. He watched as ‘she’ embraced a much larger being with indigo colored hair that had slivers of silver within its dark strands, then Trunks watched in amazement as something wrapped around the smaller being to draw ‘her’ closer. After that, Trunks could see nothing else as his vision had been blocked and all he could see were legs and hair, then the lavender wonder looked up until his neck was craning. He whimpered a surprised gasp. “Drink that, it will restore your strength,” a voice as deep as the being was tall rumbled from the mouth of the being in front of Trunks. Trunks looked down at the cup still in his hand, lifted it to his lips and downed the contents in one gulp. Instantly, his felt immense power surge his body and he felt as if he was connected to an electric wire. Jumping up from the pallet on which he had been placed, he exclaimed, “Oh, man, I feel great! What was that stuff?” he asked as he tested his muscles. “It’s called ambrion and your dad made it,” a voice sounded that Trunks would never forget. “It’ ok, big fella, he won’t hurt our Ouji. I’ll make sure of that,” the voice had a smile to it’s quality. “By your leave, Ouji-kenyo (little prince). I’m gonna take the kids for a swim,” Raditz nodded to his mate then moved to go gather Taeo’s under ten year old children. “Welcome back, Trunks. You took quite a beating, but those kids are tough anyway and definitely are as headstrong and self-willed like their dads,” it was Kakarrot as he entered the shade with the vision Trunks had seen earlier right by his side. Trunks shook his head to clear his vision. “Do I know you?” “I told you he wouldn’t know us, Kakarrot. Probably forgot us the minute he set foot back in the future. I know I didn’t give such a favorable impression. I’m gonna take the kids for their treat, you two enjoy your reunion,” the vision of the prince nodded to Kakarrot and spoke in the language Trunks felt was familiar but he did not know. The vision disentangled ‘herself’ from Kakarrot, left and motioned to both ‘her’ right and left. Trunks watched as a stampede of little spike haired beings appeared from out of nowhere and followed the vision. ‘Coward,’ Kakarrot thought. ‘I know I am but I can’t deal with him now. You know as much as I do of what’s been going on. Besides, he came the first time to save you and I know what happened during the ten days’ reprieve,’ and with that, the link had been sealed off to reply. Kakarrot growled. “Ooh, I hate it when he does that! He offends too easily these days. I sometimes wish he hadn’t undergone the complete 360 in his nature,” Kakarrot mused out loud. “What are you talking about. Where are Goku and Vegeta? Where’s… Gohan, Krillin, Piccolo! AAAAAHHHHHH! THE ANDROIDS! EVERY ONE TAKE COVER!” Trunks crouched into a fighting stance. There was a tense silence when, “Oh, no, Trunks, they’re reformed! 18 is Krillin’s wife and 17 is married to my daughter, Serena. Krillin and 18 have a daughter named Marron and Serena and 17 have nine children. I see you remember Gohan, Krillin and Piccolo. Trageta and Goten took their kids with Vegeta to get a treat. So, how’s your mom these days?” Kakarrot asked in his easy manner. “Goku!? Man, I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you! Oh, it’s so good to see you again!” Trunks wrapped his arms around ‘Goku’ then backed away. “You smell like Vegeta, why and what happened to your neck?” Unconsciously, Kakarrot’s hand moved to Vegeta’s bite mark. “It’s the bonding mark my mate gave me. That means I’m off limits to anyone else unless they challenge my mate for me. I’m not worried, there’s no one alive stronger than my mate and even I run a close second, now,” the easy going Saiyan laughed with his right hand behind his head in his familiar manner. “I don’t get it! What’s been going on since my last visit?” Trunks asked. “Come join us and we’ll tell ya, buddy,” Gohan smiled and motioned out to the picnic ground where scores of others waited. “First, these are your dad’s people, The Saiya-jin. The ones who look like dad and Yamcha are-OOMPH!” Gohan doubled over in pain and fell to the ground on one knee. “He’s not ready to learn that as yet and that information should come from the Ouji. Sorry I hit you so hard,” Kale said as he offered Gohan a hand up. Gohan growled, batted the assisting hand away only to take hold of his mate’s then moved to be with his family. Piccolo sat by a tree in deep meditation as his two kids; Nyricco and Naila sparred with Pan. Cilvi had gone with the prince, Endive, Goten, Trageta and their litter and several other cubs that wanted to receive a treat from the prince. Meanwhile, Mirai Trunks sat at a picnic table that had been laden with food of all descriptions both cooked and uncooked. It was as if a swarm of locust had been invited to a grub festival as no food was left untouched and around an hour later, there was not one scrap of food left on the table to be put away. With filled bellies and the spring sun blazing down on them, the Saiya-jin spread blankets out to take a coze and digest their meals. Mirai Trunks sat near Kakarrot, Gohan and Piccolo to learn all that had transpired in the time since he last left the current time era. Kakarrot told Trunks to put his hands on his head and that the large Saiyan could transmit every event that had transpired in time since MT’s last visit to the ‘present’; however, Kakarrot did not show any of the prince’s memories that had been shared with the large warrior himself. “Wow! That’s outrageous, Goku! So that idiot with Chichi now is the one who claimed to have saved the world from Cell? Why did none of you refute him?” Trunks asked as he watched a spike haired beauty and several tired chibis dragged themselves back to the picnic grounds. Kakarrot got up to take hold of a few of the chibis to put them down, then the large Saiyan took the smaller one to a secluded spot in the common. “Why did you leave and close the link? Trunks and I happened a long time ago, koi. You’re the only one for me, now and for always. I love you, we’re bonded and you know as well as I no one or nothing can come between us. I hope you don’t think I’m that shallow,” Kakarrot swallowed a lump that had formed in his throat, crystalline tears streamed down his face unbidden. Vegeta looked up into eyes as black as space night, lifted a small hand and wiped away the tears that leaked down his cheeks. “I-I didn’t want to interfere. You two had to make sure that whatever was felt for the other was just a phase and you’re right, I’m acting like a jealous mujeran (woman). I’m still working on the trust thing. Besides, what happened between you two happened when I was focused more on the coming battle and less on anything or anyone else. Even the one I had claimed for my mate. I do love you with all I have,” Vegeta hugged his mate, the two kissed then joined tails to return to the gathering. Vegeta released his hold on his femme form to go the rest of the day as himself regardless of what the weaklings might think. “O-Outusan?” Trunks stammered when he saw Kakarrot and the small vision approach them all. Vegeta nodded. “Hello, boy, welcome back. I trust they have been all that is agreeable to you? You must excuse the chibis,” Vegeta smirked over at the now sleeping chibis. “I’ll have to check them when we get home for vermin,” then he cast a glance at the picnic area. “I see there’s nothing left, not that I expected such.” “You want fish or fowl?” Kakarrot asked as he nuzzled his mate. “I suppose both would be out of the question. Fowl is easier to obtain than fish, mi koi,” Vegeta responded with a smirk and a quick kiss. “Let Trunks know what you’ve been up to since the Cell episode,” Kakarrot nodded and Vegeta replied that he would. The large Saiyan left after a tail caress and the small Ouji went to the future image of his third son. “Trunks, we never bonded, neither in your time nor in this one. We shall do so now, then you shall meet your younger counterpart and his family. Place your hands in mine to share,” Vegeta sat face to face with Trunks and the two claps hands. Trunks stiffened then gasped as visions assaulted him, then the most horrific scream jumped from MT’s lungs as he had witnessed his sire’s past. However, when the visions focused on the ones detailing his first visit to the past, his meeting the group and the prince for the first time, Vegeta’s thoughts and all else, he cried.
“He’s killing him, Tien, and no one can stop him,” she wailed as Tien held his new love tight. “No, I think it’s what they call bonding. From what I’ve been told, during bonding, both parties share of themselves and their visions,” Yamcha spoke as he and his new love watched as the two bonded.
“Oh, ‘Tousan, I had no idea. I’m so sorry. I’ll never misjudge you again,” Trunks cried. “It’s no big thing, Trunks. Thanks to the last set of circumstances, I’ve learned that there’s more to me than what Frieza had made of me. So, you had to sell the company in order to leave your time with a clear conscious, hey? Can’t say that I blame you, she was your mother and after her passing there was nothing for you. I understand, Mirai,” Vegeta sighed as he lay his head back onto Kakarrot’s chest. The prince inhaled the scent of smoked pterydor, a new breed of pteronadon the Saiya-jin had discovered on Little Vegeta. “Mmm, smells like my lunch is here. Come, pull yourself together and go have some fun. Maybe you can get back at your little sister, brother and the nieces and nephews for the earlier ambush,” the prince smirked as Kakarrot assisted him to stand and took him over to the table where the smoked and seasoned creature lay waiting to be attacked. Trunks picked himself from the ground and found he was face to face with a mirror, well, it would have been an exact image except for the sprawling cascade of lavender hair that spilled down his back and across his shoulders. A dark lavender tail lashed behind him. “So, you’re me, all grown up, I see. Care for a spar?” Trageta purred, his blue eyes glinting a challenge. Trunks’ eyes sparkled in response. “Let’s go somewhere we won’t hurt the kids.” Trageta snickered. “You were trashed by five of those kids. Nothing short of ‘Tousan can injure those tough Saiyan hides. Goten, love, have another drink ready,” the demi-Saiyan prince smirked as the two identical beings flew into the air to begin their battle. Movement too fast for human eyes to follow, the two danced their dance of battle and injury, however, Mirai again came out on the losing end and had to be carried back to the picnic area, only this time he was smiling. “God, am I glad to be here! I haven’t fought like that since my first trip here and my subsequent training with Gohan in my time and killing the androids and Cell. I feel great!” Mirai exclaimed as he took hold of an offered cup and drank the contents deeply. “Man, I really like this stuff! You should bottle it, ‘Tousan!” “And kill these weaklings through their favorite vice? The thought never crossed my mind. This is mixed just for Saiyan metabolism but not enough to get one puke faced,” Vegeta Ouji remarked then stood and sniffed the air. “Pack up, there’s a storm coming,” the prince said. There was no argument as capsules were popped open to reveal SUVs that had arrived nearly five hours earlier. The humans watched as the Saiyan clan polished off the remainder of foodstuffs, cleaned up their picnic ground, put infants in car seats, and collapsed capsule houses then jumped into the cars themselves. “Mirai, you coming with me or you staying with her?” Vegeta asked from his seat beside Kakarrot in a sleek black SUV. “I’ve had her all my life and I know what she’s like. I want to get to know you, ‘Tou-sama,” Mirai Trunks nodded and turned to Bulma. “Mother, I’ll come to you after the Saiya-jin leave. Don’t begrudge me the chance to get to know the man who sired me. Remember that I love you. Bye!” and with that Mirai jumped into the SUV with Vegeta and Kakarrot then the Saiyans began to depart. “Hey, why are you leaving?” Bulma shouted. “Dad says a storm’s coming. Better pack up,” Mirai shouted from the vehicle. “You trust what that shrimp Saiyan says? He’s just trying to ruin our fun,” Chichi huffed. “As much as I don’t believe that shrimp prince of theirs, I think we had better do as Trunks says. Besides, I hate to admit it, but Vegeta’s always been very sensitive when it comes to predicting storms, earthquakes, tidal waves and other such natural phenomena that occur on the planet. That much I do trust about him. Let’s go.” With that, Bulma, Tien, Yamcha and Ubuu (Yamcha’s new friend) began to heard the children together, gather the picnic things, uncap the capsule cars, load them then leave themselves. “Besides, I over heard him tell Kakarrot one day while they were resting from sparring that this planet made it easy for him to predict when something went wrong with it. Said it was in the electrical impulses the planet sent off. I think he was trying to teach Kakarrot how to use his senses to predict the weather and such,” Bulma said not realizing that she had just said the name Kakarrot twice in the same sentence. “Hon, do you know you just said his Saiyan name twice in the same sentence?” Tien asked in a whisper as he handed her into the driver’s seat of their capsule car. “I-I did? Wow, I guess after seeing them today I finally realize how happy they are. The kids are well adjusted and those chibis are so cute. And Vegeta, all he has to do is lift a finger and they obey his unspoken request or order. Chichi, we have nothing to offer them but misery and boredom. You treated Kakarrot like he was one of your sons and only acknowledged him when it came to saving the planet and even then you moaned and complained when he did that. You hated Vegeta with a passion because Kakarrot’s interest and focus shifted from just you and the boys to him and the ways of the Saiya-jin. Now, I understand why K-san was always away and decided to stay dead after Cell, he wanted to explore his latent Saiya-jin nature,” Bulma pointed out. “But when he came back he told me that he had missed me and that he was glad to see me. How could he do this to me? Okay, I could understand the boys because we put them together from Goten’s birth and Vegeta trained them, then they became inseparable,” Chichi sniffed. “I know. I was in the trainer the day K-san announced he was coming to fight in the tourney and Vegeta lit up like a Christmas tree; I had never seen him so afire! I didn’t want to believe it any more than you did, Chichi, but truth to tell, neither of us could ever satisfy them, especially after they ascended to Super Saiyan. C’mon, we’ll continue this talk at home, I hear thunder in the distance,” Bulma nodded and Chichi got in the custom Rolls with Hercule, Videl and Videl’s friend, Jewel, a fighter from a tournament held seven years after the Cell incident.
“Thank you, Ouji-sama, for everything. I’m glad Kakarrot has you and it would pain me to know you are unhappy because I’m gone,” Raditz sighed. The prince spat in disgust then sneered, “Don’t flatter, yourself big boy. You showed me what Saiyan love was like and for that I will be eternally grateful. I guess its just seeing you again and seeing you Super Saiyan. Maybe it’s your sister in me making me react like this. Come on, Kakarrot’s on pins and needles because we’re together,” Vegeta smirked. The two returned to the teleporter and Raditz went to take his mate’s hand. Vegeta smiled and spoke through a link he and Raditz shared. ‘I will always love you but not like I do Kakarrot. Take care of your mate and cubs and we’ll see you when we see you.’ “Be off with you, now. Kale, thank you chibi, I’ll never forget what you’ve done for me. I’m sorry for the female but…Take care of your mate and again, we will see you when we see you. Cubs train hard and remember your prince is down here awaiting your service. Parents, take care of your cubs. Cubs take care of your parents for you share a unique bond that is only rivaled by the mate bond. I love you all and may the Creator of us all watch from heaven and keep your journey safe,” with that the two families stepped into the teleportal to be sent directly to Planet Kalegetasei. Mirai Trunks was present as Trageta and Goten watched their Outusans operate the machine so that they could perform the task themselves. Following the departure of Raditz, Kale, Tormataeo, Collyard and their numerous offspring, Vegeta told Trunks to make himself to home while the prince himself and his mate were going to spar. It was amazing how easily Mirai had accepted the fact that the Saiya-jin same gender bonded and the love and emotion of the phenomena was nothing short of awesome. Trageta and Goten took it on themselves to introduce the new arrival to the others on the island and made it known that he was the demi Saiyan prince’s elder brother. Mirai Trunks did not argue that point. “Hey, handsome, you up for a friendly spar?” a voice halted Mirai Trunks and the youth turned and came face to face with a near mirror image of Goku except he could see some of Yamcha in the young man. “My name’s Jahrid and I’d love to see what you’re made of,” Jahrid purred, his black indigo tail caressed Trunks’ cheek and under his chin. Trunks nearly fell forward as such an incredible musky scent wafted through his senses. He hadn’t smelled anything remotely intoxicating since he and Mirai Gohan had their only encounter. Yes, returning to the past was definitely a good plan even if he had to sacrifice his mother’s business to do so. Trunks smirked much like the prince and accepted the challenge by following the enticing male vision so much like Kakarrot. “Well, that took hardly any time at all. He’ll be very happy but I’m afraid during hunt tonight, he’ll be the one captured. Oh, well, come, koi, let’s have our own battle,” the prince purred and jumped into the sky followed by his mate. The two mighty Saiya-jin took their positions on their sparring ground then lunged at one another. Saiya-jin never needed a reason to fight it was an inborn instinct like breathing and ranked first place on their list of priorities. In another area, two demi-Saiya-jin went at it tooth and nail, one having the feeling that he had to win or else face humiliation from his superior, although that superior had shown everything except signs of his former self. Both fighters seemed evenly matched, however, the elder of the two had the ability to transform, where the younger one did not, thus when the battle seemed as if it would be a stalemate, the lavender haired opponent flared into Super Saiyan and easily disposed of his rival. Plus, being able to fly was an added bonus. Jahrid lay in a crater broken. He had never fought like that and had no idea it could be so… invigorating. Although he had been fighting with the other demi-Saiya-jin and a few of the pure bloods who were still on Earth, Jahrid had never felt that he had to push himself to attain the golden prize until he saw the lavender haired bishonen when he had entered the common. Jahrid felt a stir in places of his body that had never been stirred except during his private fantasies, and even those now paled to what he had felt at seeing the other. His hands ached to touch that god-like body, so like Prince Vegeta’s and it didn’t matter that they had just met. Trunks looked down into the crater and panicked. He had not intended to actually hurt the youngling but the fight caused his blood, his Saiyan blood, which had been dormant since fighting the androids and Cell, to ignite with the passion of his ancestors and fuelled the need to fight that had been in born into his nature. Not far away, two Super Saiyan level 8’s had felt the slight disturbance in their chi. They had been meditating on perfecting the new level when both felt a tingle along the fringes of the bonds they shared with their children. “Hold, Vegeta. I felt Jahrid’s energy ebb. He needs a senzu bean to recharge and move onto phase two of the mating event,” Kakarrot spoke, his voice a series of grunts and clicks as if he were turning Oozaru. Super Saiyan-8 was a level found by the prince by error some six years ago before his mighty change and the woman had completely thrown him out. Vegeta had formed a simulated moon to practice Oozaru, however, when he reached for the energy, something strange happened and he felt himself change but not to Oozaru. Looking in a mirror in the gravity room in which he had been training, and found that his body was covered in fur but it was a golden orange red in color. His features resembled those of an orangutan and the pelt covered every part of him except his hands and feet, however, the nails of his appendages grew into stiletto-like claws. His tail, at the time, had been the normal Saiyan tail, had expanded into a thick rope of fur at least two inches in diameter and his height more than tripled, thus he could touch the ceiling of the twenty foot high gravity chamber without flying. When he went to speak, growls and clicks emitted from his throat. There was little to no change in body mass except tighter, more sinewy muscles like thick cords, and less bulges, however his strength did not change one might. As for power, the form was more mental than physical and opened the prince’s mind to see dimensions and visions otherwise hidden from natural eyes. Vegeta had to share the new form with his rival/friend/love as soon as he transformed back to his mortal self. It was that form the two Super Saiya-jin were currently working on holding and transforming at will as the mental rush alone was exhilarating and they were meditating under an artificial moon. The form also granted the ability to enter into an opponent’s head and cause them to do your every whim. It was like a forced bond. Also it sharpened the mind to see visions and scan the universe much clearer than their natural abilities allowed them to. Kakarrot had jokingly named the new form Otangzaru due to the orangutan appearance, however speech was relegated to the noised of a true simian and not a humanoid mirror. Nonetheless, the two high level Saiya-jin powered down form Otangzaru to see about the two combatants. Well, Trunks, looks as though you've won. Here, give him this then go hunt the pair of you something to eat,” Vegeta instructed and handed Mirai a senzu bean. Mirai took the bean and placed it in his barely conscious opponent’s mouth and told him to chew. “What do I hunt? We grew everything synthetically in my time because the androids destroyed much of the best plants and animals,” Mirai sighed. “What about other parts of the world? Surely those tin things stayed in one place?” Vegeta asked, as he caressed Kakarrot with his tail then the elder prince shook his head. “Do you even know how to hunt?” Mirai nodded. “I guess when I hunted for the androids and you taught me on my last visit here,” the younger man replied. “I’m glad you remember. Anyway, it is getting’ close to dinner time and K-san’s first fruits are to do the honors of providing. Maybe in the time we’ve been gone, they’ve improved,” the prince smirked as Trunks assisted Jahrid to his feet. “God, not only incredibly handsome like Oujisama but just as strong. Your every wish will be my command, Trunks,” Jahrid sighed as he gazed adoringly at Trunks like a lovesick mooncalf. Vegeta tossed his hands at the sight then turned his back. “He’s your son, Kakarrot! Romantic, just like… mmmph!” the rest of the sentence was swallowed as Kakarrot drew his feisty mate into a deep kiss. When the kiss ended, Vegeta had to cling to Kakarrot to remain upright. The compact royal body felt his legs had turned to jelly, his heart was racing and all he saw was stars that swam across his line of sight. “You were saying, my feisty royal one?” the large Saiyan purred in the Otangzaru language. “I see nothing but starlight in those ebony space depths of yours. You can’t fool me.” Kakarrot beamed at showing his mate he could be just as mushy. ‘Remind me to cut out your spleen with a dull knife and eat it!’ the prince snarled through their link, although the harshness was non- existent. He still held onto the front of his mate’s outfit. Just then…“Outusan, come quickly, we have a situation! The chimps and several adults have all transformed and have gone nuts! Someone must have wished back the moon while we partied on Stygia,” a frantic voice sounded over Kakarrot’s scouter. “Be right there, son!” the large Saiyan replied as he loosened his hold on his mate. “C’mon, there’s trouble. Trunks, you and Jahrid grab hold of me!” Kakarrot said then phased out of sight to reappear at the palace. Once the quartet appeared in the common area, they encountered pure chaos! Trageta, Goten and Gohan flew straight to their Outusans as soon as they spotted them. “This is crazy, ‘Tousan! They’re transforming at a frightening rate then running wild and crazy!” Goten cried as he sucked in great volumes of air. “We just managed to get away from them. They’re everywhere. I’m afraid for the palace. Even the cubs and newborns are transformed!” Trageta looked like a ghost. “Settle down, you all. The only way to catch any of them is for us to become Oozaru. Kakarrot, Cilvi, Endive and the cubs are out there and Roma’s probably Femzoro,” Vegeta noted. “What do we do?” Kakarrot asked. “We herd our children, all of them together like cattle and get them out of moonlight. I’ll have to quick train the lot of them to control their consciousness and not wreak havoc,” Vegeta nodded and turned his gaze skyward. Sure enough, nestled in the evening sky like a pearl against blue/black velvet hung Earth’s own cause for lunatic fringe: the full moon. Saiya-jin full blood and demi gazed at the pearleseque silvery orb and opened themselves to her song. Demi-Saiya-jin, who had lost their tails during some point in their lives, regenerated the lost appendage as their blood flow raged in harmony with the sphere’s call. Mirai Trunks was no exception. Soon, Oozaru of all shapes joined those who were already in state and sprang up from the ground as if the had been planted to germinate and grow like plants. Those who had never been in the transformed state before, ran wild, followed one another, swung from tall strong trees and had no conscious thought or care as to their actions. Only those of the Royal Houses of Vegeta and Bardock, who had been trained in the form, retained their consciousness and remained in control of their minds. Having been so trained, Vegeta knew the herding call to gather those children who were out of control of themselves, out of the moonlight, quick train them to remain in control of their minds, then re-release them to have fun. After they had completed their transformation, the prince, his mate, their eldest daughter and their eldest sons roared but not the normal angry roar of the Oozaru, but more of a high pitched ultra high sonic howl that only Oozaru could hear. Thus, not long after the howl did several Oozaru of various sizes bounded to the call. Vegeta, being the most advanced Saiyan in the Oozaru state and the second supreme member of the Royal House of Vegeta, followed by his own mate, Kakarrot, instructed said mate to lead the others to a cave to get them out of the moon’s rays. The same message was given to their offspring, who had also been trained. Oozaru was a unique transformation in that abilities a mortal being would not develop for some time became apparent. Case in point were the newborn to under six month old cubs, who, once in Oozaru acquired the ability to walk and powers they would not have until their eyes were opened and could be taught its correct use. Also, chibis who had wandered away from their parents were able to locate said parent by scent and sound as both hearing and smelling heightened in sensitivity. It made herding a little easier until the melting back to mortal flesh occurred and a physical head count and roll call could be conducted. Once inside the cave, Oozaru began to melt back to their mortal states and parents began calling off the names of their offspring. Surprisingly, there had been no chimps nor adults missing, thus the last Saiyan entered the cave behind the second lavender furred Oozaru, Mirai Trunks, and the one who had chosen him, Jahrid, Kakarrot’s eldest son. Not soon after the demi-Saiyan clans and the few full bloods that had chosen to remain on Earth for a time undisclosed, had entered the darkness of the cave and the Saiya-jin had melted back to mortal form did the entire clan fall out from exhaustion. “Get up, all of you. We’ll rest when we reach the fortress. There we’ll wash and adorn fresh attire. Power up,” Prince Vegeta ordered and the clan powered up as much as they could. Oozaru was also a very power taxing transformation, which required massive amounts of power to both enter and maintain. It was extremely taxing on those who had never experienced it and it was evident in their chiis as they tried to power up to follow the Ouji. “Oujisama, can we stop, I’m tired?” were many of the complaints that assailed the Ouji’s fine hearing. “You’ll be tired of living if you don’t keep up! Anyone who still has strength, carry the weakened!” the prince ordered as he kept his course, his mate and their sons and mates right behind. Cilvanti and Endive carried the infants as did Goten and Trunks’ offspring. Soon the prince halted the group in front of a very impressive medieval looking castle, reticent of Glamis or Edinburgh Castles in Scotland. As a matter of fact, both of Vegeta’s earth castles were of medieval design. “Wow, ‘Tousan, this is breathtaking! But why the medieval styling? That was one of the bloodiest times in Earth’s hist…Oh, forgive me, my Ouji. We are a warrior race,” Mirai Trunks had answered his own question as he assisted Jahrid with his offspring. All of Kakarrot’s elder children had offspring of their own of various ages and some of the offspring having whelps of their own, which gave the big Saiyan the fifty-six grandchildren he had. He had no idea as to how many greatgrands he had, since they had not been located as yet. Kakarrot’s children had been married and had held lucrative positions in their societies, until their inherited super human/Saiyan strength began to make itself known, then their lives turned to nightmares and they had been put out by their spouses and discharged from their jobs. Some of his younger daughters had still been carrying and the males had to go locate their children from orphanages. Nonetheless, Vegeta had led the clan to the fortress where the group was met by strange creatures, which had bird heads and human bodies. Vegeta spoke to the beings in a language Kakarrot had heard before. The beings bowed and motioned for the group to follow them. “Follow Itantea and he will lead you to your rooms to freshen and rest,” Vegeta told the group, which then followed the strange creature that was a little shorter than the prince himself. Vegeta lead his mate to the royal chambers, where they stripped- the clan had changed into various kinds of sparring outfits after they had returned from the picnic. Thus damage to clothing during Oozaru transformation was minimal. “Babe, what kind of creatures are the servants of this place?” Kakarrot asked as the two prepared to wash. “They’re called IT’s and as you can see, they are part bird and bi-ped. During one of my assignments for Emanu, I was sent to a planet called ITONIA. The aboriginal populace was being tortured by a brutal race of aliens that resembled giant cockroaches. After I cleared the planet to be developed, I took care of their bug problem and enjoyed a great feast of cockricha (roasted giant cockroach smothered in vermin juice with minced Itonian feathers) with a side of Obresik. Those were nasty little critters that made better food than they could anything else. The queen of the Itonians was very grateful to me and said I could have any reward I chose, up to half her queendom. Well, I didn’t need that, so I asked for a few of her weaker specimens to be my servants. She was more than willing to part with them. She said they would only be eaten raw, anyway, so I spared them, not that if they disobeyed I wouldn’t carry out their destiny. Come, love, that transformation set my blood on fire and it burns for you only!” Vegeta purred in a hungry manner as he slid towards the bathing chamber. As Vegeta sauntered to the chamber, his tail swayed behind him in an enticing manner, emitting a strong scent of musk mingled with spice berry rose, a scent that belonged only to the royal brat. Kakarrot’s blood coursed through his veins as he watched his delectable mate. Drool slathered from his mouth and dropped onto the deep blue chenille comforter. A wicked smirk curved the prince’s enticing mouth and his body began to move in a swaying manner to a rhythm only he could hear. Being the accomplished exotic dancer that he was, Vegeta knew how to bend and twist to bring his audience to the edge but never deliver the promised release and it was no different as he teased and tortured his large mate into following him into the wash. Once in the wash, however, Kakarrot finally caught and cornered the enticing male nymph, had him pinned with chi rings against the shower wall and had the nymph’s every pleasure point filled. Kakarrot had his arms wrapped around his prince’s small waist and had him in a deep kiss while he filled the smaller Saiyan’s male opening with his Pilzara tail. Vegeta returned the favor by filling his mate in the same manner with his own tail. The larger Saiyan also filled his mate’s tight rear opening with his large tool of passion, which sent painful pleasure radiating throughout Vegeta’s body. The couple had been warned on Minervasei that the prince could enjoy coupling, however, his mate would have to stay out of the larger of the two entrances until the prince was due to deliver as Vegeta had such a difficult time in carrying his cubs. The shower of the fortress, as with every dwelling the prince owned had been specially reinforced to contain the massive and devastating eruptions the pinnacle of two Pilzara level Saiya-jin could cause, which was just what was occurring as Vegeta felt is body reach it’s peak. “Kakarrot, take the rings off, please, love, I beg you!” Vegeta screamed and Kakarrot dissolved the rings so that the prince could wrap his arms around the big man’s neck and shoulders. The tightening of Vegeta’s body muscles both on his member and his tail-the signals that the prince was about to erupt-triggered Kakarrot’s own rapture and release. The two screamed their release and explosion to the sound resistant glass, their bodies erupted into SSJ-P, and pinpoint sharp canines tore into flesh previously bitten as razor sharp talon, perfectly filed nails dug into soft skin and steel hard muscles. After the eruption, the lovers fell sated and exhausted to the floor of the shower stall and let the constantly hot water rain down on their aftermath. One effect of the transformation to Oozaru was that in addition to the urge to run wild, rampant and destroying everything one encountered, was that it heightened the need for physical pleasure and any and all Saiya-jin became targets, even chibis. However, parents who had been trained to retain their consciousness, strove to keep their chibis out of harms way unless the chimp was at scenting age-usually Earth age ten-then the child was considered fresh meat even if they were not prepared for such. Saiyan tails scented before the males acquired their opening or the females began to have their issue. Keeping young chibis safe was a near impossibility during rut or heat season. Another complication, was that many of the demi and chibi Saiya-jin had never been exposed to the moon’s effects as they had just been not long ago thus the danger increased and the Earth was no planet for rampaging 50ft were-apes who’s prime directive was mindless destruction. Vegeta and Kakarrot were not the only couple effected by the transformation, no matter how brief. Trageta and Goten, Gohan himself, Kakarrot’s elder offspring who had been chosen as mates by both Tormataeo and Collyard’s brood and Mirai and Jahrid, were all engaged on the same form of physical release. Being with Jahrid, Mirai felt he was with both Goku and Gohan as the young man resembled both of his loves and a little of Yamcha to stamp the lad’s pedigree. Trunks was glad to have regenerated his tail so that he could do all the things he felt the tail would aid him in performing, and pleasuring both of his mate’s entrances-Jahrid was an open male as was Trunks. The two felt their instincts escalate and the two became molten pools of lava as the reached the height of their passion, however unlike their Outusans, the two elder boys sated their passion on the floor. Vegeta and Kakarrot had regained strength enough to rise and complete their shower without further action except to wash one another’s tail and hair. After completing their wash, the two high level Super Saiya-jin exited the wash chamber, chi dried themselves, then dressed in long matching kimono robes of light blue and deep purple with each others initials in gold embroidery dusted with diamond at the lapel. After slipping into tan moccasin type slippers, the two joined hands and tails then went to join the others for dinner. ~ * ~ |
