Goku could smell it before he entered the room. It was so powerful it was painful. The stench of want and sex and violence and need was so thick it squeezed through his pours and made his blood sizzle and his mind numb. He swayed on his feet until a heavy force shoved him from behind and made him stagger into the room. Disoriented for a moment, he only snapped out of it when his brain registered what his eyes were showing him. Immediately, he flung himself at Bulma who had, without his notice, shed the tattered shirt she'd been wearing when she had slipped through his arms and was making a mad dash towards the bed. When he caught her, he froze in a horrified stupor. Unable to move, he watched Vegeta, completely enthralled, as the naked Saiyan strained wildly against an unknown force holding him back while swinging wildly again and again in the attempt to capture Bulma in his arms. She was just inches away from the clawed and grasping hands of a crazed animal who reached for her in enraged, primal instinct. And she was reaching back.

If it hadn't been for Nappa making a mad grab for Vegeta's tail, stopping the beast from reaching Bulma, the woman would have been crushed by the impact of the Vegeta's body as it collided with hers. As it was, Vegeta was too gone to fathom why, as he launched himself again and again towards her, he couldn't reach her. Nappa, his scouter long since thrown from his face to shatter against a wall, clung to the appendage with all his strength and yelled at Goku to move the woman away. The enormous Saiyan thought his hands were starting to slip, but when something hot and sticky squished between his fingers, he realized that in the onslaught of Vegeta's desperation and fury, the Prince couldn't feel that his skin had split and was gushing blood. If Vegeta couldn't be stopped, he'd pull the bleeding, tearing meat of his own tail free from the flesh of its furry cover like it was a snake being skinned.

With renewed panic, Nappa let go of the Prince's tail. His terror gave him the strength to somehow grab Vegeta's arms and overpower them, forcing them behind the crazed Saiyan's back by the elbow to lock them in place. Nappa screamed at Goku, his voice full of fear and pain.

Goku's movements were sluggish, but the violently struggling woman in his arms woke him up when the back of her head smashed against his mouth and he tasted her blood. Thunderstruck, he realized how real this was and the force of that shock broke the ice crystals in his brain. Strength flooded back and he snatched his precious friend away from danger and thrust her behind him as he backed away, wide eyed and panting.

Vegeta roared and charged towards the woman who was somehow moving further away instead of squishing in his teeth, dripping over his flesh, tearing in his hands, gushing down his throat, bursting around his cock. He howled as Nappa hauled him backwards within tree-trunk arms and pinned him against this barreled chest. Gnashing and flailing against the larger Saiyan, Vegeta fought to be released. One moment his ki would explode thunderously outward and like a physical blow, crash against Goku's head, and make his vision swim and his bones ache with the crackle of electricity. Goku couldn't imagine how Nappa was able to keep the Prince locked in place – but it was Bulma who was the target and took the brunt of each attack. Vegeta's catastrophic ki rolled over her like an avalanche on fire, crushing her with the sizzling weight of his need that was so thick, her burning blood flowed like lava, searing her veins to ash.

The next moment his ki would, like the undertow of a tidal wave, get sucked into the Prince's marrow leaving Goku to reel against its retreat with popping ears and a churning stomach. Bulma would scream and convulse with the sudden absence of scorching heat as the volcano was sucked from her in the frozen whirlwinds of a dying hurricane.

Nappa was shouting in his own language, but Goku didn't seem to hear. It wasn't until a telepathic voice burst through his skull and skewered his brain that he understood the intent if not the words.

And he was horrified.

Pale, sweating, and shaking his head, he kept Bulma locked behind him, squashed against his back and the wall. He knew why Bulma was needed and what she meant to do – but he hadn't been capable of knowing that it would be like this.

He couldn't… wouldn't…

But Bulma's pained cries pierced through his denial. She clawed at his back and tore at his gi with her teeth, doing all she could to shove him out of the way. Yet it was her begging that broke his heart.

"Pleasse. Plleasseppleaaasepllease. P-Pppleease.." she sobbed, and he felt the heat and wet of her tears soak through his shirt.

She was asking him to let her die.

He felt betrayed, abandoned, and hurt. He had been alone for so long when she had found him. Something in him had broken when his grandfather left. His young mind had snapped, leaving him to wander isolated and lost in a white emptiness. She had dug him out, reminding him that there were things outside the white. He had needed her even if he didn't understand why or how. Over time, his animal mind had separated from hers more and more as he found other minds; Krillen, Chichi – all his loved ones – and he found balance. But there was a tiny part of him that had never truly let go of Bulma and he was terrified. What would happen to him if she were wholly gone from him?

But…

He had also made a promise to trust and believe in her, and to the pit of his core, he did. She was a mother to him..and sister. She was a friend, a comrade. Even when she wasn't there, she was a voice in his head who yelled at him when he was about to do something stupid - or a mental smack on the nose if he already had. She was that warm, curious thing he had first felt when he had been newly born to a world outside of hollow, white, nothingness. She was a part of his center – had taught him not only how to live but how to love life, and most of his first memories had her in them. She was all of these things and he would give her anything she asked. If this was truly what she wanted, to leave him behind and go to a place where he couldn't follow, he had to let her go. Even if it was the only thing he didn't want to give her.

So. He would let her go.

But, he wouldn't leave her until he knew she wouldn't get lost inside the white as he had once been. He would ensure she was safe before the last sliver of her that remained inside his mind disappeared forever.

With a determined rage borne from sadness, he stepped forward. He could let her go to Vegeta, but he would not let her die on the way.

When Bulma wiggled out from behind him, he was prepared. She made it a single step in front of him before he crouched low to sweep her from the floor, his arms wrapped tightly around her. Trapped against his chest with her arms pinned to her sides, he lifted her and walked two steps towards the bed where a restrained but thrashing Vegeta lay in wait. Goku paused before taking the last stride. Vegeta's pulsating ki made him both monstrously strong and utterly weak in bursts that flickered from one to the other like a pulsar. He bucked once when Nappa loosened to adjust his grip and almost tore free. The older Saiyan quickly compensated and snatched the Prince back into an iron grip before leaning back on the bed, both to pull Vegeta even more tightly to his chest, and to press his own back against the headboard for more support. Nappa held the enraged Saiyan in place with his arms, legs, and tail, wrapped like flesh-and-bone hand-cuffs caging the Prince's arms behind him from shoulder to wrist. The elite then nodded curtly, indicating that though his strength was strained, he was ready.

As Goku took the last step, the crazed pair locked gazes with fevered eyes full of need and lust but completely empty of conscious thought. Goku stepped up onto the thin mattress and restrained Bulma as she kicked her legs in an effort to move towards her goal faster. As the physical distance between the two grew smaller, their chaotic, flailing efforts to escape lessened in intensity as they devolved into undulating, twisting masses of moving flesh, straining towards each other in anticipation. The second she was in reach, Vegeta's tail struck like a snake to wind around her thigh, yanking her closer to the overheating Saiyan. Goku almost lost his balance as he was jerked downward unexpectedly, and he hastily dropped to his knees to ensure Bulma's leg was not torn from her body. Even if she felt pain, she didn't notice as the furry appendage wrapped around her reeled her in. The whip of Vegeta's tail let go of its prize briefly to snap around her hips, and he pulled her towards a weeping cock so engorged, the purple skin looked to be on the urge of splitting open. She writhed in response and a chesty groan erupted from her throat. Mindlessly, she arched her back and splayed her legs to encourage the bestial Saiyan to position himself below her.

For Vegeta's part, his overstrained muscles trembled violently and with such heat, he was coated in a sheen of bloody sweat. He gnashed his teeth and keened through curled lips and a clenched jaw. Bloodshot, black-hole eyes completely void of awareness radiated painful passion and devastating need. His feet dug into the mattress and tangled in the sheets as instinct forced him to find the leverage needed to shift his balance and bear his weight. He arched his back and thrust his hips upwards, frantic to spear the hot, dripping hole hovering above him, just as she angled her own hips downward to greedily suck the throbbing, hard shaft below her into the burning core of herself.

Bulma sank over Vegeta like her bones had melted. The shock of it forced Vegeta to collapse as his eyes flew open. His muscles quivered as rippling ki was sucked back into the marrow of his own charring bones. Then, with a sudden, electrical burst that made Goku's teeth vibrate and his vision swim, Vegeta surged within her, forcing them upwards. With his thrust, a furious thunderstorm of volcanic ki erupted into, throughout, and out of Bulma's decimated body. She fell forward and snapped like a whip as her head was then thrown backward. The spasm was so powerful, it knocked Goku on his ass. Numb, half blind, and with ringing ears, he realized he had bitten his tongue when he tasted his own blood. Still, he still clung to Bulma tightly, her back pressed to his chest, her arms pinned to her sides within the cage of his embrace. But as he held her in his arms, Vegeta pummeled her from within, both between her legs with his flesh and along the pathways of her nervous system with his ki.

The smell tore through the torrent of his brain before all else. It was the scent of hot, sticky, wetness. The smell of life as it became death. And then the sensation of heat as it oozed over his thighs.

Blood.

In his fear, he began to hear it. The sound of muscle smacking wetly against tearing flesh, the squelching and slurping of gore caused by fucking, the high pitched snap of bones and ripping cartilage. The fierce and desperate pounding of a quickly weakening heart, trying but failing to beat fast and hard enough. The spasm of lungs as they tried but could not pull in enough air. And beyond these things, screaming. His own? Someone else's?

A crescendo of pain seared up his nerves and sizzled his neurons; the sensation caused every cell in his body to hum. He noticed he could see when ki not his own became so great it was forced out of his pores in flames that danced over his skin. A second surge of electricity, even larger than the last, twisted up his spinal cord and made his skull vibrate.

The primal part of him – the part that still had not yet let go of Bulma – knew that she was dying because he could feel her soul being crushed. His mind fractured. Part of him struggled to stay at the surface of awareness… but part of him clung to her as she sank further into madness, desperate to slow her fall.

He saw himself reach to his side where he had dropped the senzu beans. It was oddly strange how he had been so unable to reach inside the bag and pull one free before because now he did it so effortlessly. He rose to his knees, careful not lose his grip on Bulma, slick with sweat and blood. Her head was thrown back and rested on his shoulder. Her mouth was open in a soundless scream – of Vegeta's pleasure or her own pain, or a combination of the two - and her eyes were glazed and unseeing. He rested his cheek against her temple and gently, slowly breathed… inwards and outwards… directly in her ear, almost as if to remind her how. He dropped the bean onto her tongue and cupped her jaw with his palm, guiding her to crush it between her teeth. She seized as she was healed, and he dropped his hand and spread his fingers across her throat. With gentleness, he tapped cadence against her pulse points in time with his own heart beat to encourage hers to follow. She was still mindless, but she had calmed as her breathing and her heart rate slowed to match his.

Goku was beyond all thought but one.

Bulma. Chichi GohanKrillenYamchaPiccoloTien…..

He would not fail. He could not.

His soul could not survive it.

Without moving or shifting his awareness, somehow the larger Saiyan understood the moment had come. They worked in tandem, now; with every surge of Vegeta's energy, Nappa pulled it back into Vegeta just as Goku pushed it out of Bulma until all of their bodies were covered in bloody sweat. Like a heartbeat, it flowed from one to the other in a circuit that connected the four together. With every pulse, the massive ki grew in strength until, after only a few scant minutes, Nappa's strength gave out – leaving the youngest, weakest Saiyan to fight alone.

Here and there, Goku's skin stretched and split over muscles that ruptured in the onslaught. He quaked as every cell in his body screamed and nothing was left of him but a terrified need to hang on. His vision had exploded into flames long ago, his nostrils and mouth full with the scent and taste of boiling blood. His eardrums exploded in the funnel of the hurricane, and even his sense of existing warped and melted.

And still, he would not let go.

Goku couldn't know it, but Nappa did. The writhing Prince was completely uncontrolled; his ki ripped through the conduit of his body in such a torrent, nothing should have been left but devastation in its wake. It should have - except for one, mighty, impossible thing. The twisting flames of molten gold that shimmered between the wild, raven locks of Goku's hair, and the flash of fever in his eyes that flickered between black and jade…

Strength for strength, the roaring Saiyan from Earth somehow caught and controlled the power of his monstrous Prince. Long after Goku had given way to exhaustion, something godly within him still fought on.

And then it happened.

Something within the tailless Saiyan broke just as something broke within the Saiyan Prince.

Time and existence fragmented and flew apart. Within the span of a single moment, the nuclear winds of total carnage tore at the fragile fabric separating real from not real. The tattered veil shriveled like frail tissue paper as it burned to ash. All that survived floated in the in-between, drifting in the decimated remains of matter and anti-mater. These microscopic masses from innumerable dimensions merged to form twisted, unrecognizable versions of themselves, swallowing all in their path until only one, vast plane remained.

And then - it imploded. All was reversed as though it had never been.

Time and being came crashing down. Goku reeled. He felt dizzy and sick, as if his soul had shattered like glass and come back together in a different pattern time and time again. The sensation lasted just long enough to question the devastating, profound presence of that moment, only by the sudden, equally devastating and total absence of it. And then even that was gone and everything faded away into nothingness as darkness fell.

The final surges after the Prince was spent were physical only, the ki-storm having broken with his climax. When Vegeta finally stilled, Goku fell boneless and unconscious to the ground. Without support, Bulma, also comatose, collapsed against Vegeta's chest. Nappa, lacking strength himself, managed to drop to the floor in a shapeless heap after shifting his weight from underneath Vegeta. As for the Prince, he was awake in body but was still mindless. His awareness was narrowed to take in only need and pain from the hardening cock still buried inside the wet heat of the unconscious creature straddling him. Within moments, the insatiable Saiyan had flipped the woman onto her back and was heaving his dick into her again with such force, the bed was lifting several inches from the ground as it rocked back and forth. As it would be for the hours and days ahead until his Phase was done.

But, the danger was gone – or rather, the danger was physical only and therefore confined to Bulma alone, and Nappa turned away. Vegeta's ki would take time to settle - the Prince was still locked in madness – but lack of control was no longer cause for concern. If anything, Vegeta's lack of control was cause for relief. Now that the feral ki had broken, it was dormant without Vegeta's willful effort to manipulate it. Just like his lungs couldn't stop breathing or his heart stop beating, it was the natural state of things - so long as his mind was focused on fornicating and not fighting… Though typically the two were interchangeable for a Saiyan, the one exception was during Phase.

A fragile, human woman. Somehow she had gotten inside the Prince's head and he had allowed it. The second that had happened, the rest became inevitable. Now, only the completion of his Phase would stop Vegeta from fucking her. Even his own death would do little to slow the neural reflex of pumping until the last of his considerable ki was spent.

It wasn't Vegeta's death that worried him, though. It was Bulma's. Though her death may not be noticed right away, eventually the Prince would realize he had killed his woman. Nappa wasn't certain how deeply Vegeta's connection with her went, but it was possible… The mental anguish of finding her lifeless could spark a cosmic explosion of ki on par – if not greater – than the one the Earthling Saiyan had just prevented. The only difference would be intent. The destruction would be no accident.

Still on the ground, the elite rolled from his shoulder onto his belly and maneuvered awkwardly towards the bag of senzu beans. It took him several tries to find the strength to reach for and clutch it, but once he had it, he grabbed the bedframe and hauled himself into a sitting position. He let his back fall against the frame and rested, sagging, for long minutes, the sound of animal rutting above him. He wasn't certain if he slept or not, but when he opened his eyes, nothing had changed except that he felt slightly better.

Cursing as his vision swam, Nappa forced himself to his hands and knees. Panting, he only allowed himself to count to 20 before punishing himself by moving again. Leaning heavily against the wildly jerking bed, Nappa was almost bounced off. He caught himself before he fell, but not before the giant cursed his 700 pound, nine foot frame, and wished for the first time in his life that he were Vegeta's size.

The scent of sex and blood mixed with the primal sounds of wet, naked flesh slapping against wet, naked flesh, and it tore at Nappa's attention. Never one to bother with modesty, the Saiyan brute struggled with squashing the sudden, unexpected and wholly uninvited sensation of.. of embarrassment? – quickly followed by exasperated surprise and indignant acceptance. So what if – in his decades of space travel, planetary genocide, and exposure to every kind of illicit debauchery imaginable, he'd never quite heard those noises come out of someone's throat before? He shook his head, bewildered. He hadn't even known Saiyans could make those noises. Impressed and somewhat proud, he grinned. Maybe it was something about the Earth woman. If she could elicit that kind of bliss from the fucking Prince of pissed off, perhaps humans merited special consideration and he could find his own female with whom he could experiment. After all, they had rescued hundreds over the last year during their galactic search for these two wayward, sex-addled mental cases…

The sound of a higher, breathy voice contributing to the orchestra of orgasm made his eyes snap to the woman on reflex. He took in the tangle of limbs and twisted sheets clutched in her outstretched fists. Though she had already been healed once, he wouldn't have guessed so looking at her now. Her body was painted with bruises left by hands and tail, overlapping bites, crisscrossing scratches, and rivulets of blood. She was face down this time, but only her cheek, shoulders, and knees where in contact with the mattress. Her hips were held up by the Saiyan's tail which constricted with every thrust, forcing her pelvis to roll and meet him every time he sank his hardness into her core. With her back rounded, Vegeta's body curled over her like he had melted there; every part of himself that could touch her was doing so. Every so often, he would throw his head back, stretch his jaws wide and bare his venom-coated teeth to taste her scent in the air. Shuddering, he'd let go a silent roar, drop his head, and frantically mark the soft flesh below him with yet another bite.

She should have been screaming in pain or unconscious, but looking closer, Nappa saw that though the woman was finally awake, she was hardly aware of anything outside of twisted ecstasy. Her hair was a mass of tangles, clogged with sweat and clumps of dried blood that covered her face and spilled over torn blankets stained with an assortment of body fluids. Her gaze shifted as she peered at him through the veil of her stringy blue locks. Despite her glassy eyes, after studying her a moment, he was certain she saw him from someplace far away. It was then he knew she had a vague understanding of him standing there. And then, she gasped and moaned as Vegeta trembled violently against her and hissed. One, then two more slow thrusts of his hips, and a gush of their mixing fluids overflowed and oozed down her legs to drip onto the mattress below. As his boneless body slowly pressed her flat underneath his weight, Bulma's glazed irises rolled back into her head and her lids drooped. For a long minute, they both trembled as the aftershocks faded. They stilled and both fought to breathe.

With her eyes still closed, she reached towards Nappa with fingers that walked across the mattress inch by inch. He looked at what he assumed was her intended target. The bag of senzu beans. Good. She understood. He thought about taking a bean for himself and Kakarrot but decided against it. She was going to need them all. He removed a bean before letting the pouch fall from his fingers so that it landed near her own. He brought the bean to her dried and cracking lips. Before he could pop it into her mouth, her body was yanked up into the air by the tail wrapped around her waist like she was a doll made from rags. Luck prevented her neck from snapping not once but twice – the first from being torn from the mattress with considerable force, and the second from when she landed in a pile at the foot of the bed, her head drooping over the edge. She would have been thrown clear of the bed entirely if she hadn't been tethered by the tail that had let go of her hips only long enough to wrap around a thigh. At first, the elite thought the tail may have broken her back with the way her body sagged, but realized after a moment it was only her pelvis that had snapped. A moment later, Nappa frowned when he heard bones grinding as Vegeta clutched the broken hip… The frown became a cringe when he heard the muscle of the woman's sphincter wetly rip as Vegeta plunged his hardness into the improper hole.

Bulma thrashed and cried out in pain, but the effort left her drained and her limp muscles completely gave out. She was still conscious, though – her hand twitched in the futile pantomime of reaching for the bag of senzu beans.

Enough.

He staggered to the end of the bed, gripped her jaw, tilted her head back and waited. When Vegeta grunted above her with his eyes crossed, jerked once or twice, then sagged, Nappa poked the bean into her mouth right before shoving the Prince off of and away from her. After a few moments, she weakly maneuvered the bean with her tongue so it could be crushed between her teeth. She trembled in relief and flicked her eyes open. When she could finally focus, she blinked up at him, expressionless. He frowned at her as she allowed herself to remain upside down - uncertain why she was content to just lay there staring at him - but snorted in a strange mix of amusement and offense when she tried to grin indulgently up at him.

They both jumped when Vegeta grabbed her ankle. She managed to croak out a weak, "duty calls.." before she was yanked towards the impatient Prince. She managed to sit up and twist herself out of his grasp, but satiated Vegeta when he realized she wasn't escaping but repositioning. He allowed her to push at his chest to keep him on his back and crawl over him. She then slowly lowered herself onto his waiting cock with care and soothed the Saiyan's ferocity with gentle coos and caresses. It wasn't long before she was again lost to the madness of Vegeta's lust – but the desperation seemed less urgent. She may suffer more broken bones and tears, certainly more bites and bruises, but she had the beans and was likely out of serious danger. Satisfied, Nappa turned to address the other Saiyan in the room.

Goku hadn't moved at all. Just looking at him made a snake of envy writhe hotly in his gut. Self-serving, lazy, third class bastard…

For the second time in his life, Nappa cursed his size and bulk as he bent down to haul the half-dead G'Brraugk from the floor. He had only one last thought as he drug them to where everyone waited and finally allowed himself to collapse. Though he didn't have the strength to contemplate in depth what the hell he must have seen or what it could mean, one thing was certain.

What Kakarrot had done was impossible.