He woke up alone, uncomfortable, and sweating profusely.
He was also cramped in some sort of a spherical room, dark, and a vague sense of motion surrounded him.
Goku whined, his stomach clenching painfully. The itch under his skin was unbearable. He needed contact. He reached a hand under his pants slowly and cursed when he brushed against his swollen member. The touch of his hand didn't provide the relief he was expecting, rather, it only added to the pain. He removed his hand and curled into a ball.
It was then that his stomach growled, and he looked around his surroundings closer. The room—some sort of a vehicle, he decided, was sparse. There was some sort of a control board in front of him, a cushioned seat beneath him, a large window beyond the control board, and a few compartments built into the walls. He pried one open, and shuffled through the contents: a couple of one-sided headphone things with eyepieces attached, a brush of some sort, and…there! He grabbed at the packages of what he assumed was food, and tore into it with his teeth.
As he ate, he forced himself to think about what had occurred. He had been at Kame House, with Bulma and Krillin, and then he was in pain. He didn't know what had triggered it, but he vaguely recalled a stranger with an enormous power level appearing and his pain had spiked—.
Did that stranger have something to do with this feeling?
Goku blushed bright red, recalling the way the stranger had made him feel. He had never craved sex before. In fact, he hadn't ever really felt any desire to have sex before. He had begun to assume he was asexual, because the things Master Roshi and Krillin always talked about made him uncomfortable, and Chi-Chi's advances were definitely unwelcome.
But that couldn't be the case, not with how badly I wanted the stranger to touch me.
The man whimpered and shut his eyes tightly, trying to block the embarrassing memory from his mind. He couldn't deny that he had wanted the man to fuck him. There was no point in it. But he did regret that he had acted in such a way in front of his friends, and that he was now…wait…
Where am I?
He pressed his hands to the rounded window in front of him, eyes going wide at the sight. There was a whole lot of…nothing. Darkness, faint glittering lights, and in the distance, a reddish-brown sphere.
Am I…in space?! How did I even get here?!
Goku glanced helplessly at the control board, for the first time realizing that he didn't recognize any of the controls. It didn't look like any car or airplane or even any of the Capsule inventions that he had been in, and it certainly wasn't like Nimbus. There was a green radar that flashed every few seconds, but he couldn't make heads or tails of any of the strange lettering.
He had no idea where he was.
He had no idea how he got there.
And he had no idea what was wrong with him.
This was, for sure, the worst situation he had ever been in. Nothing compared to the sense of despair he was feeling right now. And that knowledge threatened to break him.
The man shook his head. Giving into the despair wouldn't help him at all. He needed to figure out what was going on. He needed to asses the situation, as level-headed as he could possibly manage.
Ok. I'm in space. Headed for Kami knows where, fighting some unknown illness that makes me want to…fuck. But not just anyone, I guess, or I would have gone after Bulma or Krillin… He took a deep breath in, and winced in pain. I didn't feel this…lust, until the stranger arrived. Maybe it was an effect of his race? He vaguely remembered the man speaking to him, and saying something about 'Saiyans'. But if that had been the case, the effects should have worn off when I gained enough distance from him, and that hasn't happened.
He growled and shook his head, the temperature rising in his blood once again becoming too hot. Goku grit his teeth and leaned back into the seat, curling up on his side. He hated this. Something was wrong, wrong with his body, and he couldn't do a damn thing about it. He didn't even think he had enough energy to protect himself, should he need to. He was alone, in space, in pain, headed to some unknown destination.
Nope, he really couldn't see how things could get worse.
He wished that the stranger had just put him out of his misery, had either fucked him or killed him or even both, but not neither.
Shit. The thought of being bent over in the sand, ass in the air, getting thoroughly pounded into, pushed him over the edge. A fresh wave of lust washed over him, and he cried out, fingernails digging into the cushion.
Damn it all to hell.
He shoved his pants down and panted as his member was released from the confines of the fabric. The relief the fresh air brought to him faded quickly, and Goku bit his lip, hard enough to draw blood. He hissed lowly as he curled his fingers around himself, the touch uncomfortable, but release necessary. He wasted no time, stroking himself as fast as he could, the pain building with every jerk of his wrist. He arched his back as he came, screaming, the orgasm wracking through his body like an earthquake.
The relief, he somehow knew, was only temporary. His eyes fluttered shut, and he let himself drift into sleep, hoping against all hope that when he awoke the pain would be gone for good.
The jolt of impact woke him. He had been thrown forward, his head ramming against the glass. Goku snarled, pushing himself back into the seat and tucking himself back into his pants as he realized that the vehicle was no longer moving. Nor could he see the expanse of space through the window. Instead, he was staring at some type of soil, the chunks of dirt and rock broken by some worm-type creatures moving through it. Cursing, he felt the heat overtake him once more. The relief from orgasm was gone, and the pain had intensified since he was last conscious.
Suddenly, he had the distinct feeling of being flat on his back. He breathed in sharply, first sensing an even bigger power level than that of the stranger's, then seeing a form grasping at the glass above him. He whimpered as the window was ripped off, and pressed himself back into the seat. The heat was even stronger now, and a delicious scent was calling to him. He spread his legs unconsciously, biting at his lip, and straining to sit up.
"Where the fuck did you come from, beta?" a voice growled lowly, and the figure leaned into Goku's line of sight. He licked his lips slowly.
I'm not going to let this one get away from me.
He leapt.