The full face of the moon cast a bright glow over the landscape. The trees in the forest were tall, and being late summer, their coverage casting dark shadows across the forest floor. The air was thick and it was stiflingly hot. A scorching breeze brought no relief. A figure stalked through the brush, head down, feet pounding out a rhythm across the fallen leaves and twigs. He shook, as if cold, though his tremors were not caused by the temperature.
Ropey strands of coal black hair clung to his sweat plastered forehead as he walked. He glanced around, eyes darting back and forth like the eyes of a caged animal. He felt jumpy, he felt half mad. He felt slightly ashamed and slightly infuriated by the inner hunger that overwhelmed him and forced him to continue forward. He had never felt so lost and dazed.

He glanced up as a break in the canopy overhead broke, allowing him a glance of the moon. He sneered, cursing its existence under his breath. He couldn't take this feeling any longer. He missed the times of days gone by. When he still had his tail, the moon sent him on a murderous rampage, after which he had no recollection and wasn't forced to experience such a frustrating feeling. It had been just a few short months since getting his tail removed, and he was ravenous. The remaining hormones, though fleeting, turned him into a starving beast.

He stopped then, eyes narrowing as he looked ahead. He saw a break in the trees, a clearing, and heard the deafening roar of running water. One eyebrow cocked, his sneer turned into a devilish grin. Balling his hands into tight fists, he surged forward, pushing through the trees and thick undergrowth, excitement pulsing at the base of his spine. He lifted his chin, nose to the wind. A faint smell drifted on the evening air, and it sent shivers up his spine. The scent of a woman.

A saiyans full moon transformation was caused by a series of hormones that reacted with moonlight during a full moon. The hormones were normally secreted from a pair of glands near the base of the tail, but with the tail removed the hormones stopped flowing. The hormones take a while to
deplete completely, so instead of experiencing a full transformation, a tailless saiyan would experience a period of mental transformation during a full moon, up to 6 month after losing his tail. The area of the brain responsible for the sex drive - the Hypothalamus - was quite often the most affected. In essence, the saiyan would go into 'heat'.

Vegeta stepped out into the clearing, eyes flashing like lightning as he finally laid eyes upon his goal.

A girl stood beneath the rush of a waterfall, a fire flickering between her and Vegeta. Vegeta stepped to the right, staying within the shadow of the forest as he watched her. Her hair, white-blonde with streaks of black, fell in tendrils down her back and across her shoulders in waves. She was facing away from him, but Vegeta already wanted her. He could smell her, when his tongue lashed across his lips he could practically taste her. He could see the curve of her hips, her long shapely legs tucked beneath her as she crouched down, running her hands along her legs, and up over her hips. He took a slow step forward, and flinched as a twig snapped beneath his boot. He looked around nervously, but was quite relieved to see the girl had yet to take notice of him. His lip pulled up in a snarl, and slowly he crept forward. He stayed behind the glow of the fire, as to not startle her. He would chase her if it came to that...but he would prefer not to have too.

He watched as she stepped from beneath the rushing water, her long hair held in her hands, wringing the water from it. She stepped from the river, towards the fire, and then reached down, grabbing a pile of clothes. The smell of her...the sight of the water drying from her skin and rising as steam made Vegeta's mind spin. As he watched, she pulled on a frayed denim skirt, pink and black stripped leg warmers and a simple black t shirt. She stepped into battered black combat boots as she flopped down by the fire. She crept closer to the light of the fire, basking in its safety. He could see her eyes, a deep blue, standing out beneath her fringe of bi colored hair.

His first full moon, 2 months ago now, was spent in a haze of furious masturbation and self loathing. He had returned home as the sun rose, covered in mud and various other bodily fluids, ashamed and confused. His second full moon after losing his tail was even harder, and he felt even less in control of himself. He understood what was happening, and also understood that once the moon was gone, so to were his animal-like tendencies. This knowledge, however, didn't make him any less frustrated.

He stepped around the fire now, deliberately taking long strides with heavy footfalls. He wanted her to notice him approaching. He longed to see her eyes widen with shock and her bosom heave with fear. He was a bit disappointed at the lack of visual, but her scent alone drove him to insanity. The heat from the fire was sickening in its intensity, and it cast a sunset glow across her as he approached. She cringed, pulling away in fear as he kneeled down beside her. He could see himself in the reflection of her eyes, wide and framed by thick dark lashes.

" I don't mean to frighten you" Vegeta's voice was low, seductive.

She looked up then, studying his face, this man with impossibly dark hair and eyes. He had a cocky smile and unreadable eyes. She wrapped her arms tighter around herself, eyes narrowed in suspicion. She sensed no emotion from him, but she would be lying if she at all thought he wasn't intimidating.

"i seem to be in need of assistance and was wondering if you could lend me a hand"

The cockiness in Vegeta's voice hung in the air around them.

"You may even enjoy yourself" His grin spread even wider, and his expression turned slightly maniacal. She shrank away. Suddenly his demeanor had changed, and she began to fear for her safety, possibly her life. He had an air around him. She found herself more than frightened. She nodded, slowly, a hand coming up to brush a strand of hair away from her forehead. She let her eyes travel from his face to his chest and strong arms. He was strong, she knew this. She became aware of the danger she was in and considered running. The thought was quickly dashed. He would chase her, she saw it in his vivacious smile. Then he would catch up to her...

In spite of herself, she smiled, her full lips cocked in a forced friendly smile. When she spoke, Vegeta trembled.

"Well..what do you need?"

He grabbed her hand, brought her to her feet, the grin falling from her face. He leaned in close, and she was surprised as he grabbed her wrists roughly as he spoke "I need you"

In the shadows of the forest, a figure stalked, watching them closely. A swatch of green stood out as the figure stepped from within the trees. He watched intently, eyes narrowed as he concentrated. He stayed silent, afraid of what might happen if he made his presence known to Vegeta. He watched as Vegeta approached the girl, who at first seemed standoffish, even fearful. His hands twitched Into fists as Vegeta knelt beside her and engaged her in conversation. He took a tentative step forward as he saw Vegeta grab the girl roughly. A chill went up his arms, despite the sweltering heat as he heard a victorious laugh, carried by the wind. Piccolo knew what was going on. He had known for a while now, and this wasn't the first time he had followed Vegeta to be sure no one got hurt. He recognized the signs a few months ago. The abnormal-even for Vegeta- fits of rage, the inability to concentrate, and going out every full moon all night long, and returning during the early morning hours. He hadn't gone through a heat cycle himself, not being a recently docked saiyan. Still he knew. Piccolo shook his head, stepping back, away from the scene unfolding before him. He feared for this girls safety, but hesitated to interfere. Vegeta closed the distance between them, using one hand to pull her to standing as his mouth engulfed hers. She let out a frightened squeal, and Piccolo let out a defeated sigh, turning away. He hoped she could defend herself...

Vegeta grabbed her around the waist, lifting her off the ground and holding her up. She looked so tender and innocent. The thought drove him wild with need. He closed his eyes, and the blackness behind his vision pulsed with images of her, blood dripping from her skin, and her flesh tearing beneath his teeth.

"what are you doing?!" Her voice shook as she spoke.

His eyes sprang open and he cocked an eyebrow, weighing his options. Finally he shrugged. No one would be the wiser. A large smooth boulder sat near the river, close enough to the waterfall that any noise she may make would be drowned out to anyone but himself. He carried her over to it, reeling at the feeling of her skin against his.

She was short, barely 5 feet tall. Her hair, loose, wavy curls, two-tone with choppy wispy bangs, hung almost to her waist. She bore a mark on her shoulder, a scar shaped roughly like a star.

As he lowered her down, he ran his tongue up her cheek bone, tasting her flesh. She kicked out, trying to push him away. He held fast, easily able to contain her. She had rarely been talked to by a guy, let alone touched in this way.

He grabbed her wrists, raising them above her head as he pushed her back, pinning her hands to the stone beneath her. He jammed a knee between her thighs, forced them apart, and pushed her skirt up above her waist. He reached up with his free hand, peeled his shirt off and tossed it carelessly over his shoulder. Catching her wrists again, he held her down, using his free hand to release his painfully pulsing member from its prison. Grinding himself roughly against her, he threw his head back, laughing.

With his free hand he touched her, running his fingers along the folds between her legs, feeling his need grow that much more as he felt the wetness escaping from within. She arched her back, pushing and writhing beneath him. She screamed, praying for someone to hear her, but barely a sound could escape her before he clapped his free hand over her mouth.

Vegeta leaned towards her, positioning his member at her entrance, and catching her eyes with his own. He saw her fear, he saw as tears came to her eyes and brimmed over, he saw her begging without words. He pushed in, slowly but with a steady purpose. Painfully slowly, he felt that part of her stretching to accommodate him. She screamed into his hand, but it was in vein. She arched her back, trying to buck him off. She let out a squeal, pulling away. He gave her wrists a rough squeeze to calm her, reminding her of his domination over her. He felt her thighs begin to tremble, and a tenseness in her wrists as he pushed farther. He felt something within her give way as he sheathed himself fully inside of her.

Her breath caught in her throat, and she let out a small, shaking sob. Vegeta stared down at her, practically glowing with satisfaction. He craved to bring blood to the whiteness of her skin, to decimate and tear her. He wanted to own her. He pulled out slowly, and slammed back in with a bone shaking force. He felt a fire burning at the base of his skull and groaned.

She looked away, feeling tears running down her cheeks in hot streams. She felt so small and...disgusting. She had no idea what was happening. All she felt was pain and burning. She had never even kissed a boy, let alone allowed something so intimate. She threw her head back and screamed again, shocked and confused. She tensed, panic rising in her chest. The slick wetness of her skin combined with Vegeta's sweating hands gave her the opportunity she needed, and she slipped her wrists from his grasp. Pushing at him,she screamed once more, her voice echoing off the trees around them. She felt so scared and exposed.

Confusion muddied her brain as she felt him push into her, and she arches in pain.

" Stop! It hurts, stop!"

He laughed, cold and sinister, lashing out, the back of his hand striking hard across her face. She saw the world around her begin to blacken, and sobbed, hopelessness surrounding her. He pushed harder, his pace fast and merciless, grunting deep in his throat with every pump. He let out a guttural growl, and she felt a flood of warmth drip down her buttock.

She heard it then, a sound like a large animal is crashing through the trees, and a voice. A figure steps into the clearing, illuminated eerily by the fire.

" Vegeta! Stop! What are you doing?!"