A/U -Sequel to GOLDEN DREAMS. Trunks made the first move. Now Vegeta makes his.
DARK NIGHTMARES pt. 4
(Continued)
In silence Vegeta continued his vigil in the bowels of Capsule Corporation. No one had been foolish enough to seek him out again. Not that it mattered. He sat mutely on the cold floor, his pose of meditation unchanged for hours. The fever ate away at his control, leaving little left. A black tail uncoiled slowly, waving the air. Vegeta gave a tiny smile as his eyes opened.
"Hai, now." he knew. He felt the explosion even as he heard the call.
/Vegeta, my love...come!/
No longer could he hold the madness at bay. Erupting into gold, Vegeta blasted through the wall and out into the night.
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The Z warriors paused at the saiyan's strange behavior. Goku was staring wildly and sweating as the broad chest heaved. He nearly dropped Trunks.
"Oh no." Gohan whispered. /Goten!/
His brother gave a panicked glance. /If he starts here...we're done!/
"What? Look at him, guys!" Yamcha blurted. "Is he spacing out?!"
Piccolo moved forward. "I'm grabbing Trunks while he's in this state. Gohan, cover me!"
The demi-saiyan nodded grimly. They moved...
"What?!" Krillen looked up. Another ki of potent power approached.
The others halted and glanced skyward as well.
"Up there!" Tien yelled, pointing at a blazing golden comet rapidly approaching.
"Vegeta." Piccolo groaned. "That's all we need!"
Yamcha's eyes went wide. "He's in super saiyan mode, too. Not good, guys!"
Goten spared his brother a look. "It's going to be a hell of a fight now, we've got to-"
But Vegeta abruptly stopped, surprising everyone. He merely hovered above them all. Suddenly Goku came out of his trance, following Vegeta with his eyes.
"Uh oh." Krillen whispered. "Look, Goku's snapped out of it."
"But why's he staring at Vegeta like that?" Tien wanted to know.
Piccolo lifted up. "I'd better head this off now. Vegeta, Goku attacked Trunks-"
Vegeta laughed insanely. "Life's a bitch and then you die."
Stunned silence.
"D-did he say what I thought I heard?" Krillen stammered.
Goten noticed something else. "Gohan, everyone! Look at him...his eyes!!"
"His eyes..." Gohan saw it, too. Kami, is it possible? Are they on the same cycle? Is that why Trunks came over the other day, for advice-_
"He's as crazy as Goku!" Yamcha concluded in amazement.
Wild eyes rolled at him. "Crazy, am I? And by the way, his name is Kakarot!" Vegeta flew at him suddenly.
"HEY!!"
"Yamcha, get out of the-" Piccolo's warning came too late. The saiyan prince collided with the z warrior, knocking him from the sky.
"I've got him!" Tien shouted, flying after his fallen friend.
"What the hell is your problem, Vegeta!" Piccolo snarled. "Your biggest rival is holding your son. He's hurt! Don't you even care?!"
Vegeta paused, smiling at Goku and Trunks. "You're right, Namek. Kakarot, how are your injuries? I see you've been hurt."
Goku smirked coldly. "Not bad, Vegeta. He cut me with his little toy, but I'll live-"
"Shimatta!!" Piccolo bellowed. "You're both insane!" he moved to charge.
Gohan came alongside his brother. "Get ready." he whispered.
"Bro, are we thinking on the same track here?" Goten kept his voice low.
/Yeah. I can smell it on Vegeta, too./
/I caught it when he got close enough. Chikuso, we don't need this complication!/
Yamcha started to move also. "Cheap shot, Vegeta! But I swear you'll regret it-"
Goku held out a hand. "I see everyone's about to get really stupid. But before a lot of you get hurt, take the purple hair. I have no use for him anyway." he casually tossed Trunks into the air.
"Trunks!!" Tien flew to catch him. "Goku, you've become a monster!!"
"I said the name is Kakarot!!" Goku glared. "You have your little friend. Now leave me be!"
"Yes, it is pathetic." Vegeta folded his arms, taunting.
"What's pathetic is your attitude." Piccolo yelled. "I don't know what your problem is, Vegeta-"
"Oh, enough of this whimpering. Give the child a sensu bean and be done with it. I'll leave soon enough."
"Not soon enough" Goten snapped. "Tousan, you've got to come home with us."
Goku growled. "Iie. Make me!" blue eyes rolled madly as he laughed.
"That's the spirit, Kakarot!!" Vegeta chimed in. "And when you're done, leave me the scraps. Perhaps I'll mount the heads for trophies!"
Krillen whispered to Tien and Yamcha. "I've got a sensu bean. Something is seriously wrong with those two."
"I know." Tien looked at the ranting saiyans. "Quick, give it to Trunks."
Krillen pressed the bean past pale lips. "C'mon, guy. Chew it!"
Their friend chewed slowly as he swallowed. Tien braced Trunks tightly. "Easy. You'll be okay now."
The demi-saiyan blinked as his wounds and bruises disappeared. "What's going on?" he whispered, feeling lightheaded and dizzy.
Yamcha nodded. "See for yourself. Whatever Goku has must be catching. Your father's gone crazy, too!"
Trunks stared. He could see it, smell their hormones. It's a wonder they aren't screwing in front of everyone...
Blue eyes rolled back. "Don't feel so good." the demi-saiyan blacked out.
"Trunks! What's wrong with him?!" Yamcha yelled in frustration. Tien touched the smooth forehead.
"He's got a small fever. Set him down somewhere, quick!" Tien instructed. Yamcha gently laid him down in a soft patch of grass.
Vegeta pointed at Goten and Gohan. "Go home and play. There really isn't any time to deal with you now."
"You're the one that needs to leave, Vegeta!" Gohan informed him.
"Don't try anything funny." Goten added.
"Hn! If I try anything I guarantee it won't be funny."
Gohan floated over to his father and touched his arm. Kami, his skin is flaming hot! "Tousan, come home with us."
Goku blinked, unseeing. "Hah...Gohan? What do you want."
Vegeta growled suddenly, startling everyone. Without warning he charged Piccolo this time. They plummeted to the ground. The others flew to assist while Gohan and Goten remained with Goku, holding him in place.
"Easy, dad." Goten soothed. "We aren't your enemy."
"You don't have to hold me anymore, I'm fine."
"No you aren't. Let us take care of you." Gohan responded.
Soft growl. "Not unless Vegeta leaves."
"What, are you setting each other off?" Goten asked, not understanding.
Goku smiled wickedly. "You could say that." his tail lashed at the thought.
Gohan lowered his voice. "We know he's in rut too, dad. His scent was impossible to miss."
"Of course. Anyone with reasonable saiyan blood would notice."
"The cycle is universal with saiyans, isn't it?"
"Enough of the bullshit questions, Gohan." Goku stared at the scuffle below. "Talking isn't on my mind right now."
They glanced at the prominent bulge in red spandex.
"Yeah, I guess not." Goten agreed.
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Yamcha, Tien, and Krillen squared off against Vegeta. Piccolo was out cold from impacting solid rock.
"You stupid bastard!!" Yamcha yelled. "I'm sick of you bum rushing people!"
'Really?" blue eyes were insane with wild light. "C'mon, big boy. You couldn't get Bulma. Can you get me?!"
That blew it. Yamcha charged heedlessly. Vegeta chopped him once, knocking him away.
"ONE DOWN. Who's next!!" the saiyan laughed like a lunatic.
"Laugh at this!!" Tien posed his hands together.
"Cover your eyes, everybody!!" Gohan yelled.
WHOOSSHHHHHHHHH!!!!
A blinding flash illuminated the landscape, blotting out everything.
Vegeta staggered, holding his eyes. "Chikuso!! Human scum, you'll pay for that trick!"
"Not so funny now is it, Vegeta!" Tien bellowed. He flew at the prince, pummeling him with a punch. Caught off guard Vegeta crashed into a grove of bushes.
Tien chuckled. "It's been real, Vegeta. You look all nice and dignified."
Vegeta hissed in rage, eyes tinged with madness. He hurled a lethal ki blast. Startled, Tien barely dodged it. Vegeta regained his sight and charged to kill.
"You're one dead bastard!!" he crashed into the warrior, knocking him into a tree. Watching from above, Goku licked his lips in anticipation. "Delightful." he growled.
Gohan and Goten held him in dismay. Tien suddenly screamed in pain as Vegeta pressed his palms against the broad chest. The saiyan prince cackled with sick glee.
"I'll crush these bones one by one, human." he grinned. "Then I'll hang your head on a stick!"
"Gaahhh!!"
Gohan was ready to move. "Like hell, Vegeta-" he lifted a hand. Goku saw it and chopped it down.
"You'll do nothing, boy" the saiyan snarled.
"You won't stop me!" Gohan snapped back.
"Tien, no!!" Krillen couldn't take anymore. The diminutive warrior flew at Vegeta, head butting him from behind. Yowling, Vegeta dropped to his knees.
"What fool?!" he held his ringing head. Krillen grabbed Tien and flew to the shoreline, setting him down gently.
"He's making short work of them all, Gohan!" Goten balled a fist. "They haven't a chance..."
"We'll give them one." Gohan let go of his father. He started to float down.
Goku snatched free from Goten, blocking him. "You seem to forget I'm still here."
"Get out of my way, father." Gohan warned.
"I'm so terrified." Goku growled. "Let's fight. I'll go easy on you-"
A bright flash flared behind him. Goten had powered up.
"What are you supposed to be-" still another flash. Goku turned again to see his other son golden and defiant as well.
"Your call, father. We'll drag you home if necessary." Gohan warned.
Goku snickered sarcastically. "Well, well, the joint is full of super saiyans. But the last time I checked...I WAS THE BEST ONE!!"
Swifter than lightning he grabbed Goten and Gohan by the hair and cracked their heads together. With a yelp of pain the super saiyans plummeted to earth.
Goku folded his arms indifferently as they landed with a thud. "Musical skulls."
Krillen dodged the falling saiyans. "What the heck happened?!"
Vegeta flew in front of him. "You've got other things to worry about, shrimp. I'll make you pay for interfering!"
Goku floated towards them, his golden tail waving sensuously. Vegeta momentarily halted his attack on Krillen to stare. Blue eyes narrowed in appreciation.
/Hn, you're hot in those shorts./
Goku smiled slowly with lidded eyes. /Hotter out of them./
"Hey, Vegeta!!" Krillen took a defensive stance. "I may be the only one left, but I won't be ignored. You'll pay for what you've done here!"
Vegeta glanced at him absently. "The mouse roars." he stared at Goku again, feeling his pulse explode.
Goku lowered to the ground. Vegeta followed him silently.
Krillen was still airborne. "HEY!! I'm talking to you, Vegeta!!"
They ignored him. Vegeta looked over his mate slowly.
/Are you ready for me?/
/Hai, enough playing, koi. I have other games in mind now./
/Bishounen. I am your slave./
Goku looked around his prince. "It seems Krillen still wants a fight."
Vegeta didn't turn around. /I'll deal with baldy./
Krillen came up behind him. "Okay, you two. I want some answers. Now why the-"
Vegeta pointed a finger over his shoulder, hitting Krillen with a small ki blast point blank in the head. The diminutive warrior hit the ground with a thump.
"Ha." Vegeta grinned. "Down for the count."
Goku looked at the warrior wreckage lying about. "They'll have some pretty bad headaches. Now let's go."
"Hai, but first." Vegeta grabbed his mate. Seconds later they were kissing passionately.
"Mmmm" /I wanted to do this when you showed up.//Hn, I wanted to tear those shorts off. I fought those fools so I wouldn't jump your bones in front of everyone./
Goku grabbed Vegeta tightly. He was about to blow. /Koi!/
Vegeta wrapped his tail around, in a similar state. /Hai! We're out of here!!/
Goku transmitted them away.
()
Piccolo clutched his head, fighting down waves of nausea. A trickle of blood ran from his nose. Must have a skull fracture.
The others were staggering up as well. Goten was kneeling, rubbing his head. Gohan glanced over at his brother.
"Goten, you okay?"
"Nothing that a bullet wouldn't cure. What about you?"
Gohan rubbed a palm to his forehead. "Should've been...looking for that three stooges routine. Kuso! What a joke!"
"Then what's the damned punchline?" Tien groaned, holding his ribs.
Trunks leaned against a tree. He wanted to throw up. "I think we were."
Yamcha wobbled angrily. "Yeah...well, Vegeta's gonna regret this!"
Krillen still sat in the grass. "Will everybody please stop yelling?
At least until the planet quits spinning?!"
"Krillen! Do you have any sensu beans?!" Piccolo wanted to know. "I don't think...I can make it back with this head injury."
Krillen clutched his head. "Quit yelling! I'll check my pouch." he rummaged in his clothing.
Goten squinted at the night sky. "We seem to be missing the main characters of this movie."
"Yeah, two psychopaths and seven pinballs!!" Piccolo grunted. "I've had my fill of saiyans about now."
"Even if we find Goku, what in kami would we do with him?" Yamcha wanted to know. "He needs to be treated or something!"
Trunks surveyed the group. They were a mess. .We're lucky to have our
lives. I won't underestimate the rut again, I swear it..
"Hey, Trunks. Catch" Krillen tossed him a bean.
"Thanks."
"Why do you look so down?"
"This is my fault, I-"
Gohan stared. "What do you mean!"
Trunks stopped. "I...nothing! I just can't help thinking this could have been avoided somehow."
Gohan and Goten looked at each other. "We need to talk." Goten finally said.
Trunks fell silent.
Piccolo chewed his sensu. "Be grateful we got here in time, kid. Goku nearly made you a pudding."
"I know." Trunks was somber.
Tien stretched his healing ribs. "Yeah, well. I don't know about you guys, but I'm sick of being banged around by Vegeta!"
Trunks gasped. "My father...did all this?!"
"We aren't lying on the ground for effect!"
"But what can you do about it?" Krillen wanted to know.
The bald z warrior frowned. "I don't know. Give me time to think about it!"
Goten straightened up. "This isn't good. Dad must have transmitted out. We have no way of tracking them now."
Gohan swore. "Shimatta! The state they're both in...they'll kill each other!"
Trunks stared at him wide eyed. He doesn't know the whole truth!
"I think we have a right to know what's going on, Gohan!" Piccolo demanded.
"I already told you-" Gohan began.
"You've told us a lot of nothing, dude." Yamcha agreed. "What's this 'medical condition' that made your own father attack you like that!"
"Wait a minute!" Trunks interjected. "Goku attacked Gohan?"
"Both of us." Goten rubbed his neck. "He suckered us after we changed to super saiyan."
"I don't get it. What were you trying to do?"
"Drag him home by the hair if necessary!" Gohan gritted his teeth. "But obviously it didn't work out that way."
"Actually Trunks, we were trying to get to you first" Tien told him.
"Oh."
"I still haven't heard a legitimate explanation." Piccolo stated.
Gohan sighed, debating how much to tell. He saw the anxious faces. Goten shook his head quickly.
"Look, everybody. I can only say that it's a medical problem that isn't pemanent, thank kami. It also is...a saiyan problem."
"A saiyan problem?" Piccolo turned that over in his mind.
"Okay." Tien said. "But...why the psychotic behavior? And why would Vegeta be affected at the same time as Goku?"
Trunks stared at Gohan and Goten. Now what?
Piccolo noted the exchange between the demi-saiyans. "What do the three of you know you aren't telling?"
"There's a line between what you should know and what's personal." Trunks told him.
"We almost got killed tonight!" Yamcha shouted. "How much more 'personal' does it need to be?"
"True, but we have to respect our father's privacy as well." Gohan stated.
"We also have to find them before something else happens." Goten added.
Tien shook his head. "Not enough, guys. If you can't trust us with the truth..."
Krillen disagreed. "Maybe we don't need all the sordid details."
"They're dangerous." Piccolo concluded. "We can't let them run around loose."
Gohan sighed. "Saiyans have a...cycle. They go through changes that make them totally irrational and insane. We usually keep dad isolated as much as possible during that time."
The men absorbed that information quietly, their faces registering confusion.
Tien stared in disbelief. "You mean...they go into heat?!"
Gohan nodded, gritted his teeth. "I really didn't want to get into this, but because of the danger you have a right to know."
"Unbelievable." Yamcha whistled. "I didn't know humanoid species did that..."
"Saiyans do. It isn't talked about in public at all."
Piccolo nodded, eyes widening. "I wondered...particularly since Goku had such a massive hard on the whole time."
"What were you doing looking?!" Goten wanted to know.
"Uh, Goten?" Yamcha volunteered. "In all honesty it was impossible to miss. I was trying not to notice it."
Krillen looked embarrassed. "I hate to admit it, but...I wondered why he wasn't wearing something a little more concealing, too."
Tien pointed at the demi-saiyans. "But wait...what about you guys? Do you?"
Goten took a deep breath. "No, thank Kami. It seems only full saiyans go through it."
Everyone was quiet a moment, absorbing the information.
"We can't lose too much time looking for them." Piccolo finally said. "Assuming we can even find a trail at this point."
"I'm not sure I want to find them. What if they...go 'off' again?" Yamcha wondered.
Tien had a question. "Do they have any recollection of what's happening?"
"Most of the time no." Gohan grimaced. "They probably won't remember what happened here tonight-"
"Do we need to go on with this?!" Trunks was angry. "Everyone knows the problem. Now let's find them before disaster happens!"
Gohan was weary. "Trunks, we've been through this a lot more than you. When our father doesn't want to be found, he won't be."
The purple haired saiyan snorted. We'll see. I can't stop my curiosity...
Goten continued. "Yeah. It probably won't be any different with Vegeta."
"I'm just worried they'll hurt each other." Yamcha said.
"I doubt that." Krillen told him, startling everyone.
"What do you mean?" Piccolo stared.
"I was the last one standing, if you will. Before Vegeta knocked me out I saw the two of them together. They actually seemed calmer before they disappeared."
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The two saiyans were anything but calm. They had barely gotten into their isolated cabin before they tore into each other. Vegeta shoved Goku against the wall and yanked away red spandex, freeing a heavy erection. Strong hands pressed against sculpted shoulders, pushing him to his knees. The saiyan prince settled comfortably and promptly sucked his mate to a fierce climax. Goku came swift and hard, flooding the face of his prince. Vegeta was still tasting cream from his chin when he was pinned to the floor and stripped savagely, mewling as Goku fell over him. Tongues curled and slithered as they wet kissed. Vegeta freed his mouth and nipped the length of Goku's tail, sending him into frienzied howls.
The saiyans succumbed to their blazing hunger, the need for mindless stimulation overriding everything else. For days they would rut, heedless of anything other than the need to satiate their rapacious appetites.
The saiyan prince rolled his mate on his back, yanking strong hips into his lap. In one swift motion he pulled muscled thighs wide and plunged into blazing heat. Goku arched and howled again, wrapping his tail around the corded neck. Strong legs wrapped around the tight waist, hugging his prince close. Vegeta thrust hard in rapid fire succession, low growls rumbling his chest. Nipples strained in bold relief as he pushed, higher and harder. Searing orgasms ripped screams from their throats as Goku splattered everywhere, creamy glop striking Vegeta in streaks across his face and chest.
All this happened in five minutes. It would be a long week...
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Piccolo stopped past the Son house. "You guys have any luck finding Goku?"
Gohan shook his head. "No, but that's not unusual once dad...starts. He often disappears for a time and then comes back."
"We haven't been able to pick up his ki, either" Goten added. "It usually means he's holed up somewhere."
The namek nodded. "Hmm. I just came from Capsule Corporation. Vegeta can't be found either."
"You talked to Trunks?" Goten asked.
"Yeah. Bulma told me pretty much the same thing too, that Vegeta disappears as well."
Gohan rubbed his chin. "Could they be together?"
Piccolo considered the possibility. "Maybe. But why?"
()
Had either saiyan been sane they would explain why. It was enough that they were mates, and needed each other. Goku roared in pure pleasure as he was mounted from behind, his prince arched over him. Strong hands snaked underneath the powerful body, massaging swollen teats. Sweat burst in beads from heated skin as their bodies moved in sync. Goku slid lower into the carpet, spreading his thighs wider, allowing his prince a deeper stroke. Vegeta snaked his tail underneath the flat belly, coiling it around a tight shaft and squeezing.
They rasped, faces contorted in concentrated desire. Goku clawed the carpet as he came close, groaning heavily. Vegeta jerked over him and cried out as he broke, biting a muscled shoulder. Goku exploded as well, hips bucking uncontrollably as orgasms washed over him in waves. His prince rode the storm with him, heaving with every thrust as he emptied again and again...
()
Trunks sweated, feeling a strange need scraping the edges of his mind. He wanted them both, in him and on him.
Kami, it's perverse. But I can't stop myself...I keep wanting to see what they look like...in rut.
"Trunks!"
"Ha. Oh hi, mom. What's going on?"
Bulma rubbed his hair. "Hey...are you all there? I've been calling you for five minutes."
The demi-saiyan blushed. "Sorry. Just preoccupied, I guess."
Bulma looked at her watch. "Well, it's about eight. I have a conference meeting in about forty-five minutes. You're welcome to observe if you like."
Trunks frowned "hmm" maybe some cool thinking will take my mind off of...
"Well? Are you interested? I'm getting dressed in about ten minutes!"
Trunks smiled. "Sounds good. Besides, I need to brush up on my buisness skills."
()
Goku sat on the edge of the bed, powerful legs spread wide. His prince was upside down in his lap, sucking him to a frenzy. Musky bronzed thighs wrapped around the tall saiyan's head, squeezing with heated pressure. Thick black tails coiled tightly around sweaty torsos. Goku returned the favor of pleasure, large hands clamped on sweet ass cheeks as he swallowed his ouji whole.
()
Trunks sat through the presentations like zombie feed. His skin tingled, his groin felt tight.
I want...ghods, I want...
"Are you going to daydream the entire time?"
Trunks blinked to attention. "Sorry. Are you up next?"
Bulma grinned. "When this is over I want to know who she is."
The demi-saiyan stared at his mother. "She who?"
Bulma nudged him. "Whatever girl has you so distracted. Do you realize you're blushing red?"
"I am?" Trunks felt his face. It seemed rather warm.
The blue haired beauty nodded. "Yup. Now pay attention while your mom goes up there and wows all the big brass."
Trunks grinned. "Will do."
()
The Capsule conference had been fairly informative. When he payed attention Trunks found the lectures fascinating. Now if only his body would listen to his mind...
Can't stop these thoughts. What's wrong with me? I don't rut, so why do I feel so out of control lately? Damn, it's like all I want to do is screw...He blinked in an attempt to focus on reality. Another corporate exec was on the podium. Robotically he clapped, not having a clue what was just said. Trunks looked at his program absently.
Oh, great. Three more speakers. It's gonna be a long conference...
()
The mated pair finally collapsed under the strain of their exertions. Temporarily sated, they lay in a tangle of arms and legs against the cabin door. Vegeta heaved heavily against a broad chest, his arms dragging the floor. Black tails were limp as rags on the carpet.
"Hai...Kakarot. How do you fare?"
Goku could barely manage a smile. "Dead, my prince. Or dreaming."
Warm breath whistled against his neck as Vegeta laughed softly. He didn't even have the strength to lift his head.
".And to think there will be more. Masaka! Would that I could crawl from my skin and leave this insanity behind."
Goku smiled, brilliant white teeth prominent. "Hai, but where's the fun in that?"
"Hn, fun, but at what cost? My back is killing me, my balls are blown, everything hurts, and my head rattles with pain!"
Goku managed a tired grin. "Is my badman worn out already?"
Vegeta snorted. "I don't exactly see you dancing around!"
"Shimatta!" Goku weakly lifted a hand and rubbed his aching skull. "Stop yelling. I can't even sit thanks to you!"
A snicker. Vegeta rubbed the lush ass gently. "My, my. Hurting down there, are we? I warned you a week ago you'd pay for what happened at the hotel."
Goku cursed. He throbbed miserably and couldn't move an inch.
"All right" he yielded. "Let me get some sleep, okay?"
Vegeta still lay stiff as a board on top of him. "Hn. All well and good. I can't open my eyes anyway."
()
Trunks scooted out from the convention with the excuse that he wanted to hang out for a night on the town. Bulma laughed, telling him 'young men are all the same'.
He grinned. Well, some more than others.
The demi-saiyan decided to travel in a more conventional manner. Strolling through the busy streets downtown he decided to take a trolley. It was fairly crowded.
His thoughts were preoccupied. When they're finished, I have to see Goku...
The young saiyan froze. A hot scene flashed across his mind suddenly...
Two perfect bodies, bronzed and tangled together in exhaustion. Goku's head was back against a door while Vegeta had rolled to his side on the floor. Their mouths were open in sleep.
Trunks blinked. This isn't my doing! Maybe...their shields are down now and that's why I can see them. Kami, they're totally wasted.
"Excuse me, young man. May I sit here?"
Trunks jolted. An elderly lady was edging his way for a seat. "Oh, yes, ma'am" he moved aside. She nodded, her wrinkled face friendly.
"Such politeness. Thank you."
Trunks nodded absently. The scene flashed again. The golden lovers hadn't moved.
Strange, they're in super saiyan mode. I remember Goku went like that on me when he got really hot. Kami, I can't see days of madness in that mode. No wonder they go insane.
He looked down briefly. Chikuso! I've got a hard on.
The demi-saiyan hoped no one could see. He fidgeted as two young women grinned at his distress and whispered to each other.
Trunks blushed. Oh, great.
()
The demi-saiyan walked the bustling streets absently. He toured the strip. Neon signs were everywhere, and nightclubs were dotted on every block. Groups of people were talking and drinking. Prostitutes clustered at each corner...
It hurt to walk. His burgeoning erection only worsened. Trunks was feeling desperate.
Short of yanking off in an alley, I don't know what to do.
"Hey, baby. You look a little lonely."
"Hmm?" Trunks looked up absently. Two women were standing nearby, watching him with great interest. One was a dirty blonde with long legs and heavily painted face. The other had dyed her hair bright pink and wore a tank top and jeans to match.
The pink woman walked up first. "Hi, I'm Bubbles. What's a cutie like you doing down here?"
Trunks looked her over. "Well, I ah..."
The blonde giggled. "Oh, he's shy. I like the shy ones."
'Bubbles' looked down. "Wooee. Honey, you need help there."
Trunks tried to keep his voice neutral. "I'm okay, really..."
The blonde walked up next. "I'm Sally. She's right. Bet a guy like you could get any girl. So why are you down here?"
"Well...me and my girl broke up. I'm a little...frustrated." Trunks lied with a crooked grin.
Bubbles hooked his arm. "Got twenty?"
Trunks blinked. He couldn't believe he was considering this.
"Yeah, sure."
"C'mon, pretty boy" Bubbles pointed around the corner. "Let's go over there."
()
Trunks let himself be led to a small alley. His eyes widened in dismay.
"Right here? Are you crazy?!"
Bubbles shoved him against a brick wall near a trash bin. "Keep your voice down, sugar. The cops don't come on this back street. Besides, I can tell you won't last much longer."
It was true. The recent image superimposed over his memories with Goku. Scent and taste became real, something he could touch.
Kami, I'm losing my mind! his eyes closed as he leaned back. He didn't hear the sound of a zipper.
Trunks panted, grabbing handfuls of hair. Hot lips pulled him expertly. He came hard and fast, his emotions on overload. Breathlessly he shuddered, gulping air.
"Wow. You're something else, guy!"
"Hah?" Trunks blinked dazedly down at a pink tousled head.
Bubbles held his swollen shaft. "I didn't even get started before you blew. And look, you're hard again already."
Trunks wheezed, heat firing his skin. "Do you think you could?"
Bubbles smiled, held up ten fingers. "Sure. I'll give you a weekend special."
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He staggered home feeling embarrassed and unclean. Quietly he entered Capsule Corporation, going straight to his apartment. A shower was the first priority.
Trunks stood under boiling hot spray. I feel like I've cheated on you, Goku. Kami, how could I do something like that? It's embarrassing!
Snorting in self recrimination, Trunks turned the water up higher. The incident would haunt him for the next few days.
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The saiyans had been through several more rounds in the meantime. Meals were eaten sporadically and consumed quickly. By the fifth day their appetites peaked to explosive extremes. The bed was broken and all furniture demolished. Visible damage was done to the door and walls of the cabin.
They were soaked. Goku curled into a fetal position beside the broken bed frame. Vegeta balled into a similar pose by the damaged door. Both were in a near comatose state of exhaustion.
The rut had subsided, leaving raw nerve endings and overstimulated nervous systems. Brain synapses shut down from the constant overload. The two saiyans blinked at each other weakly, physical contact too painful at this juncture.
"Ka...karot..."
"Hai...my prince..."
"I...think I've had...a mild stroke. I can't...feel my left arm at all."
Goku closed his eyes briefly. "Try to get more sleep, love."
Vegeta could barely nod. "What about you?"
Goku grimaced in pain. "Ai, my back feels broken. I can drag myself, though."
The saiyan prince smiled crookedly. "We're pretty pathetic, ne? So much for 'fun.'"
His mate rasped against the agony in his back. "Hai, any more of this fun will kill us."
Vegeta growled softly. "I truly detest...the rut, Kakarot."
Goku nodded weakly. "Trunks...I nearly killed him, I think. Feel miserable..."
Vegeta swallowed. "It wasn't your fault. And I...I laughed at the thought he might die violently. Shimatta! Would that we could just cut away this aspect of being saiyan!"
"It makes me hate being saiyan at times. I despise myself."
"You should sleep, too. The more rest we get the sooner we can move."
"Hai."
A pause. "Kakarot...would that I could touch you right now and hold you."
Goku managed a small purr. "I know. But contact is too painful right now. I can't stand to touch anything."
"Ashiteru, koi."
"Ashiteru, badman."
They succumbed to sleep soon afterwards.
()
Trunks paid a visit to the Son house. Chi Chi greeted him first.
"Hello, Chi-Chi san. I thought I'd see how everyone was doing."
She motioned him inside. "In here, you. Gohan and Goten are downstairs in the rec room playing pool."
The demi-saiyan grinned. "Pool, eh? I think I'll get in on that action."
The dark haired beauty laughed. "Go on already."
Trunks took her hand a moment. "Have you heard from Goku at all?"
A sigh. "No. But I'm not surprised, either. Most likely he'll be in and out. I'm used to it, Trunks."
He looked her over. "But are you okay?"
She hugged him. "Yes." she nodded downstairs. "My watchdogs, remember?"
Trunks made a face. "It all seems so strange."
"I know. But I can't control Goku, and he can't control himself."
The demi-saiyan thought a moment. "And you have no idea what state he'll be in when he returns?"
"None. Most of the time when he returns he's quite calm, nearly himself. A few times he may be a bit agitated. But once in a while, he..." she paled. "Well, you know."
Trunks squeezed her hand. "Sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."
"Are you going to join the game?" she playfully shoved him at the stairs.
Trunks laughed. "Okay, okay. I'm going already!"
()
Sure enough, the brothers were involved in a wager.
Goten waved his cue stick. "Okay, sucker. Twenty bucks says you don't win the next set."
"You're on!"
"And no cheating. I saw what you did with the black ball!"
"Me, cheat?!"
Trunks laughed as he approached them. "You two are a trip!"
"Hey, Trunks" Goten laughed. "Wanna watch or join?"
"Heh. For now I'll watch. How's things?"
Gohan sighed, placing his stick on the table. "I wish we knew. Every time it's the same vigil. Never gets any easier."
Trunks nodded somberly. "I talked to your mom. Have you sensed them at all?"
Goten shook his head. "The rut seems to do strange things with ki. We'll sense dad's energy 'spike' but there's no location to it. Impossible to track."
Trunks pondered that. My link let me see them, although I had no sense of location either...
"Hey Trunks. There's something I've been meaning to ask you."
"Yeah, Gohan?"
"That day you came over and talked to dad...were you concerned about Vegeta?"
Blue eyes blinked wide. "Ah...Yes, I was." he lied.
"He hasn't shown up either."
"No."
"But are they together I wonder?" Goten asked.
"Why would they be?" Trunks gave an exaggerated shrug. "What would that do?"
Goten frowned. "Well, Krillen did say they seemed calmer around each other. Maybe that's what gets dad through the rough spots."
Trunks nearly choked. You don't know how right you are, Goten.
Gohan rubbed chalk on his stick. "Hopefully dad will be himself when he gets back."
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The friendly game of pool lasted for hours. Trunks stayed long enough for dinner at Chi Chi's insistence. The demi-saiyans ate heartily at the dining room table.
"This is delicious, Chi-Chi san. Mom doesn't usually cook that much, especially on the weekends."
"Well, I'm used to cooking a lot, so it's nothing unusual for me."
"Mmm" Goten stuffed his face with mashed potatoes. Trunks smiled. He reminds me so much of Goku.
"Love these cornish hens" Gohan gobbled as well. "What'd you use mom, spice or barbeque sauce?"
"Well, I-"
Suddenly the demi-saiyans started, staring off into space. Chi Chi knew that look.
"What is it!"
A crash outside. Goten jumped to his feet. "Dad's back!"
Chi Chi held out a hand. "Wait, stay calm, all of you. Don't go rushing out like that. We don't know how he'll react, okay?"
Gohan nodded. "You're right. Trunks, you mind?"
The demi-saiyan nodded. "For Goku, anything."
()
They all went outside quietly. Goku hovered in the air, glowing gold against the sunset. He was bare, save for red spandex shorts. His face was closed.
Gohan and Goten stood at each side of their mother. The golden saiyan stared at them strangely, tail lashing in agitation. Trunks edged up as well. He was ignored.
Gohan took up the gauntlet. "Tousan, can you hear me? Are you alright?"
Trunks stared. Goku's energy depletion was easy to sense. Why the hell is he in super saiyan mode? He'll burn himself out..
Goku growled softly. "Yes...I...can...hear...you." he abruptly dropped to the ground in front of them. He powered down and fell to his knees.
His sons ran to his side but Chi Chi held back cautiously. Trunks came up behind her.
Gohan braced his father. "Can you stand? Your ki is fluctuating all over the place."
Goten touched the clammy forehead. "His skin is ice cold-"
"I'm fine." weakly. "Just need...some sleep." he abruptly looked around.
"Where's Chi Chi!!"
"Right here, honey." she approached finally, accompanied by Trunks.
Goku blinked. Black eyes narrowed keenly. "I see...Trunks is here."
"Hai, Goku. Don't worry, everything will be fine." his eyes are still strange!
Goten pushed his father up. "Let's get you to your feet. C'mon."
"Good...idea." Goku's eyes were glazed as he staggered. Gohan gripped his other side as they led him into the house. Trunks put his arm around Chi Chi.
"One down, one to go."
()
Vegeta flew erratically towards Capsule Corporation. He needed super saiyan mode just to move.
Ghods...this cycle is especially bad...too weak...
Blacking out, he crashed through the apartment complex ceiling.
()
Trunks, Gohan and Goten jolted again. "Vegeta!!" they nearly chorused.
Gohan looked at his father on the couch. "Dad, we sense Vegeta again."
Goku nodded vaguely. "Yes, I know. I think he was flying home."
Chi Chi looked him over. "Goten, get some blankets. Goku, I'm going to make a poultice. Do you think you could stand one?"
The dark head turned. Goku looked at her blandly. "Whatever. I want...need to...come here, Chi Chi."
She crouched on the edge of the couch. "What is it? Are you in pain?"
Goten paused before getting the blankets. "Uh, mom?"
She nodded. "Go ahead, Gohan and Trunks are here."
Goku snarled. "Stop talking like I'm not here! I know exactly what you mean!"
Trunks edged up. "Easy, Goku. I'm going to check on father, but I want to make certain you're okay."
A big hand brushed his arm. /Sweet purple. Forgive me.../ dark eyes were pleading.
Trunks quirked a smile briefly. /Later. It doesn't matter now./
"I'll get the blankets then." Goten bolted from the room.
Goku glanced at his wife once more. He gripped her hand. "Owe you...apology...couldn't stop myself..."
Slender fingers stroked his face. "Ssh. Save your strength, Goku. I'll be back shortly" she went down the hallway.
Trunks and Goten watched Goku quietly. Gohan had an observation.
"Dad, why did you fly in super saiyan mode? You know it weakens you badly in this state!"
Goku edged up on an elbow painfully. "No...choice, Gohan. Only way to...get enough energy to fly at all."
"But it uses up your reserves." Trunks noted.
"Had enough...to get here."
Goten arrived with blankets. He and Gohan spread them over the prone figure. Goku settled back comfortably, his eyes closing.
"Ah, much better. Thank you."
Trunks spoke to his friends. "Looks like everything's okay here. I'll go check on father."
Gohan observed his sleeping father. "Good luck. Let us know what happened, okay?"
"You got it."
()
The call was in for emergency maintenance repair. Capsule Corporation thankfully had a large enough budget to handle most any crisis. Bulma and Professor Briefs observed repairs done by the night crew on the apartment ceiling.
Bulma sighed. "Vegeta must have made it to the side apartments somehow."
Her father snorted. "At least he did it without wrecking anything else. Have you heard from Trunks?"
"I think he went to see if Goku returned home yet."
"What do you plan to do about Vegeta? You know he isn't done with his cycle yet."
Bulma tapped her chin. "I've been working on a special containment unit that saps ki power. It should keep him quiet as a kitten."
"But how do you plan to get him in there?"
Bulma winked. "That's the challenge."
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Vegeta made it to the other apartments like Bulma surmised. He staggered into a studio flat on the first level and collapsed inside.
My skull is killing me. Perhaps I'll just lay on the floor awhile.
The ouji stretched out on the thick carpet. Seconds later he was out.
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Goten and Gohan moved Goku upstairs. Chi Chi prepared the plaster.
"I'm going to put some clean pajamas on him, boys." she told her sons. "He needs to come out of these shorts."
Goten nodded. "Is everything cool here, mom?"
"I think so. He'll probably sleep for hours. Go on."
She watched them go reluctantly. I hope I won't need you.
"Huhhh?"
"Goku. Are you awake again?"
Eyes like black diamonds sparked on her. "Yeah...feel weak, Chi Chi."
"I'm not surprised." she pulled at red spandex. "These shorts need to come off..."
Goku flashed his canines at her, purring softly. "Yeah, babe. Sure. I think I could..."
A slim hand pushed him down. "Stop it, Goku. That isn't what I mean! Besides, a second ago you felt weak."
A thick tail wrapped her arm. "Not that weak." he purred again. "You look good enough to eat."
Chi Chi flushed a little, pulling his tail loose. "Be still, will you? I've got the plaster ready."
Goku gave a devilish grin. "Chi Chi, I don't need plaster. What I need is-"
"Don't move, I said!"
The sable tail gently stroked her shoulder. "You know I'm good for it, babe. Anytime, anywhere..."
Chi Chi yanked the shorts free in one swift motion, hoping to distract him. It backfired. A sturdy erection nestled between the sculpted thighs.
"Shit."
His tail slid down and whipped around her waist, pulling her in. Muscular arms held her in a vise.
"Surprise, babe." the saiyan licked her ear.
Chi Chi swore, squirming. "Damn!"
Goku rumbled softly, arching his hips underneath. "Nice and hot. I like it like that..."
"GOKU!!"
Her protests were smothered by a crushing kiss. A strong hand cupped her ass as he ground against her. The bed creaked loudly.
Kami, if I could only knock him out...
Goku surged underneath her suddenly, a groan breaking the kiss. Startled, Chi Chi rode out the movement, watching his face as it slackened. Goku quieted suddenly, his arms falling away from the embrace. Chi Chi stared in amazement.
He passed out! His body couldn't follow through.
The dark haired beauty looked down at herself, chuckling softly. The front of her kimono was completely saturated and sticky.
"Some things never change, Goku!"
()
About an hour later Chi Chi sat in the kitchen, wearing a robe. Goten and Gohan wanted an update.
Gohan poured some coffee. "Uh, mom? It's only nine o'clock. You going to bed early?"
Chi Chi nibbled a cookie. "No, but I...had a slight problem with your father."
Goten blushed. "We heard you, but didn't know whether to interfere. I mean, I guess you handled it okay-"
Gohan made a face at him. "For Kami's sake, Goten!"
"I didn't mean anything by it!"
Chi Chi waved them off. "He's resting comfortably. Hopefully in the morning he'll eat something."
()
Trunks spoke briefly with his mother and grandfather in one of the labs.
"I could find him, no problem" Trunks told them. "In fact, I sense his ki right now."
Professor Briefs nodded. "We'll have about two days to test out the containment unit. There may be beneficial side effects."
Trunks lifted an eyebrow. "How so, grandfather?"
"With the reduction in ki, his libido may level off. There will be less chance of psychotic episodes. It may even ease Vegeta's symptoms."
"But how long would he stay in there? What's the reference point?"
Bulma clapped a hand on her son's shoulder. "We'll have to get him in there, first. We don't want to wait until he's completely out of control again. That's where you come in."
Trunks pulled his chin. "I could manage it, I think. But hey...what if we could get Goku in there as well?"
Bulma's eyes widened. "Maybe. But you'd better have help, then."
"Goten and Trunks would help, I'm sure."
Professor Briefs nodded in agreement. "Sounds like a plan. Now for the toughest part."
"Toughest part, dad?" Bulma wondered.
"We wait until it's time again. Hopefully no other buildings get demolished."
()
Trunks found his father still asleep on the floor of the flat. Gently he picked him up and carried him to the bedroom.
Father would pitch a fit if he knew I carried him. Oh well. Necessity first-
The saiyan prince curled on the soft bed. Trunks slipped his boots off so he could rest more comfortably. The ouji purred quietly before murmuring in his sleep.
"Hn. My Kakarot...saiyan stud."
Trunks grinned. Oh great, he's dreaming...
Vegeta continued, oblivious to his presence. "Tastes good. Feels good. Smells good. Anniversary, ai..."
Trunks couldn't believe what he was hearing. Anniversary?!
The dark saiyan purred loudly now, tail lashing slowly. "Aahhh. Hai, love. Do that with your tail again..."
Trunks coughed, looking around. "Oh, this is good!"
"Hn, all sticky...ghods, one more time!!"
The demi-saiyan had the grace to blush at his father's memories, having no desire to be a voyeur. Although that tail thing sounded fascinating...
"Father, wake up!" he hissed gently.
Vegeta turned on his back, smiling. "Kami!! Kakarot!! AI, I WILL SING!!"
Trunks nearly fell back, eyes wide in shock. Vegeta started singing in saiyan!
The demi-saiyan gawked in astonishment. "Holy crud-"
Vegeta's serenade lasted nearly two minutes while Trunks held his ears.
What did Goku do to him, for Kami's sake?!
"Get on the floor-" Vegeta abruptly stopped, coughed. Dark eyes blinked open on his son in confusion.
"Kuso!!" he swore.
Trunks laughed out loud. Vegeta turned beet red, pursing his lips.
"Baka!! What's so funny?"
Trunks couldn't stop laughing. "You are, father! Do you always sing when you think of Goku?!"
The prince glared, his cheeks turning purple. "I-I didn't sing! What are you babbling about-"
Trunks snickered. "You were doing all the babbling. I think your mind should be censored. You truly have...exceptional appetites."
"Bayakarou!!"
"Temper, temper, father. You looked so cute like that, happy and singing. I know the feeling. Goku seems to affect his lovers that way..."
"You sound like your mother!" Vegeta growled.
Trunks blinked. "What, she heard you sing, too?"
"If I were of a mind to fight, you'd be one beat up saiyan." Vegeta snarled. "Probably worse. Now how did I end up on this bed?!"
Trunks was smug. "I carried you here. It made no sense for you to be lying on the floor like that, and I figured you'd be more comfortable this way."
Vegeta sat up, snorted. "Indeed!"
"What happened, father?"
"Happened? Where?"
Trunks grinned wickedly. "In that space pod from Namek?"
Vegeta went pale. "Where'd that come from?"
Trunks tapped his chin. "I've heard so much about what went on in that pod, and yet I know nothing at all. Just curious..."
"Keep your curiosity, and your teeth!!" Vegeta flushed.
Trunks giggled. "Touchy. I suppose that was the date of your anniversary?"
"Wha??"
"You mentioned an anniversary before you started singing. I'd gladly get you a gift if I knew the date-"
Vegeta held out a flat palm. "You'll be laughing at a ki blast, boy."
Trunks gave an innocent expression. "You talk a lot in your sleep. I think I know what happened in that pod, and I don't just mean the obvious. It all sounded so very...hot."
"You're near a crossroads yourself, boy." Vegeta snapped. "Do you have a purpose, or are you here to mock me?"
"I brought you here. There's an idea we have that might help you and Goku through this...situation you're in."
Dark eyes narrowed. "Who is 'we?' "
"Grandfather, mother and myself. She's working on a ki reducing room that will reduce the effects of the rut. You'd be more rational, and the physical benefits-"
Vegeta went through a variety of expressions trying to figure that out. "A cage?!" he finally exploded. "You want to put me in a cage??"
"No, it isn't a cage! Just think the idea over, okay?"
"I don't like it!!" Vegeta flared. "Besides, how long are we supposed to reside in such a monstrosity?"
"We don't have enough data yet, but-"
"I'm no guinea pig!!"
"Just consider it, that's all I ask. I would think you'd jump at the chance to alleviate some of the agony you go through!"
Vegeta frowned, thinking. "Hn. No sane being would wish it. I must discuss this with Kakarot."
Trunks sighed in relief. "It could prove useful in the future as well."
"Maybe." a snort.
Trunks felt devilish again. "What in the world did he do to you, father?"
Vegeta growled a warning.
Trunks didn't press it. "Just wondering." he grinned.
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