Author's notes:

Mizaru: After much meditation…

Iwazaru: Meditating? You mean smut-itating!

Kikazaru: Yay!

Mizaru: As I was saying, after much smut-itating, and even more editing, the new chapter is complete!

Iwazaru: Thank God! Although I'm not really sure God had much to do with this chapter…

Kikazaru: Although I'm sure that there is a Kami of smut somewhere!

Mizaru: I'll go ahead and forestall any technical criticsm by saying that in the spirit of DBZ timelines (or lack thereof), Iwazaru has declared that Goku and Chi-Chi have been married for approximately eighteen years.

Kikazaru: Also, I would like to comment that, no matter what happens, everyone will stay humanoid in this story! I might could do sado-masochism, but not giant monkey sex! Well…maybe…

Iwazaru: No! Absolutely not!

Kikazaru: Damn it!

Mizaru: Enough, on to the fic…

Chapter 4

Being a genius was incredibly useful, Bulma reflected. Oh, Chi-Chi was all gung-ho about carrying out "the plan." All Bulma had to do was mention the magic word, grandchildren, and Chi-Chi lit up like a city being attacked by random, hitherto unknown Saiyan villains. Unfortunately, Chi-Chi wasn't much of a planner. Making their wishes was all well and good, but they needed a cover story to keep from being killed by Vegeta once they accomplished their goal. Bulma had every intention of reaping the rewards of her efforts. To that end, she had thought of a deceptively simple, and yet vaguely plausible story.

"Woman!"

Bulma parked her air bike and deftly returned it to its capsule. She turned to see Vegeta storming over to her, predictable as always. She took a seat at the patio table, settling back as she prepared for the battle of wits with the vegetable prince. The jerk wouldn't know what hit him.

"What kind of demented conspiracy are you and that Chi-Chi woman cooking up," Vegeta demanded.

Bulma cocked her head to the side and smiled vaguely. "It's simple, really, Veg-head. You see, Chi-Chi and I were out having a girl's night and, well…you know how it is. We started drinking, and talking. Chi-Chi doesn't usually indulge in such things, but once you get her going…" Bulma paused as if reminiscing on the night. "Anyway, we realized that we both thought tails were rather cute, and it was a shame that you and Goku couldn't keep yours because of various circumstances. Therefore, we black-mailed Piccolo into fetching the dragon balls for us so that we could remedy the situation. After we had sobered up the next morning, we realized that the whole idea was rather silly. However, Piccolo had already gotten everything set up, so we figured, what-the-hey; one wish is as good as another."

Vegeta, quite understandably, looked completely mystified. "Uh," he leaned against the other patio chair. Then he paced a bit, scowling as he attempted to digest this newest oddity the woman had shown him. Then he went back to the patio set and collapsed into a chair as gracefully as stunned royalty could. "Woman," he proclaimed, glaring up at her finally, "you are hereby banned from all things alcoholic. I do not want to ever have to listen to a description involving you, female-bonding, and alcohol ever again."

Bulma made a token protest, but this was exactly the reaction that she had been hoping for. Anyway, maybe this would get him to stop complaining about her nicotine addiction. Now all she and Chi-Chi had to do was wait two weeks for the next full moon.

For the first time in almost eighteen years, Goku found himself curling up in his old bedroom, banished from Chi-Chi's room. It was strange, and as hard as he thought, he couldn't think of a single thing he did wrong that day. He'd stayed for breakfast and went training. That was all.

Goku yawned and stretched, feeling the heavy weight of sleep pressing down on him. He'd just have to wait until tomorrow, he thought, and ask Chi-Chi. His tail flicked back and forth lazily as he fell into a light doze and smiled. He was really glad Chi-Chi had let him have his tail back…

Ba-bump!

Goku sat up in surprise. He looked around, searching for whatever it was that woke him. There was nothing. There were no abnormal energies around his home, and his room itself seemed just as he'd left it. Smaller, maybe, and hotter, too, now that Goku thought about it. Sweat covered his chest and made his hair hang down limply.

Goku stood abruptly, his tail twitching in agitation as he began to pace his room. Was it just him, or was the room really shrinking? The air was stale and smothering, making him feel sticky, and thirsty. Goku swallowed thickly, his eyes falling on the window briefly. He was very thirsty.

In the next moment, Goku realized that he was standing at the window, his hands already moving to push the frame out carefully. The cool breeze felt great on his damp skin, and Goku braced his hands on the windowsill, breathing in gulps of the fresh air. It smelled great. Like freedom and hunting and everything he'd ever felt coming straight from his gut.

His heart raced in excitement as the sudden, overwhelming urge to go training gripped him tightly. Goku could feel his energy start to rise as the cool night air slid around him. He could hear a part of him howling for it. Run, hunt, fight, take, have!

The grass was soft under Goku's bare feet and he turned to look back at his house briefly. The domed house seemed to grow smaller and smaller, until he shuddered at the thought of ever stepping inside the tiny place.

Goku turned back to the forest just a few feet away, and felt his lips pull back from his teeth in a wide, feral grin. Go back to that tiny place, when he had this? There was wild, untamable, boundless freedom all around him. He tipped his head back, still grinning, and staring up at the full moon.

Ba-bump!

His heart hammered all the way up to his throat, and the world pulsed red in time to it. Goku took deep, rasping breaths as the world seemed to fall away into clearer focus. The grass that had previously felt soft and comfortable beneath his feet was sharp and scratchy now, and Goku could hardly stand it. The moon had changed, too. It glowed and pulsed blood red, stirring to life things lying dormant in Goku's body, unleashing violent, base urges.

Tearing his gaze from the bloody moon, Goku turned back to the forest, and knew he should be surprised at how different everything looked. But it seemed more normal, more right, than it ever had before. Everything was shades of black and red cast by the moon and shadows. These were his grounds! His!

The wind whipped around Goku, bringing to him a hundred different scents. Grass, earth, prey, water…Other. Goku's attention sharpened until that scent was all that existed in his world. The scent of another male. Intentional, assertive, trespassing.

Invader! Goku felt his chest vibrate as a snarl worked its way up and through his clenched teeth. He had to fight! The male was coming to take what belong to him! This was his territory, his grounds!

The male's scent was easier to follow than a beaten path, and Goku was moving after it faster than a thought. He had to confront the male. He had to fight him. This forest belonged to him. All of it was his! The male wouldn't take it away! He wouldn't let him. He'd kill him first!

There! The forest broke before him as Goku neared the challenger. He stood panting harshly in the center of the field. Sweat slipped down Goku's hard muscles as he glared at the intruder. The male's skin, the only thing untouched by the red around them, glowed a pale white. He turned, and his endless black eyes ringed in red returned Goku's attention.

Then Goku was upon him with a roar of fury, his fist making a satisfying crunching noise as it connected with the male's jaw. His other fist landed only an instant later, catching the male low in the stomach. Pain bloomed in his side as his second hit made contact, and he felt his ribs shatter.

Goku leapt back half a step, feeling his lips stretching in the same wide grin from before. Saw the male's answering fierce smile, and returned to the fight. The male was strong! He could feel it in every attack, and felt his grin grow wider as they fought. He wanted more. More! This was fun!

The male's kick sent Goku back into a boulder, shattering it to rubble. Before he could move, the male was over him, claws tearing across his chest. Goku howled in pain and landed three solid hits to the male's face before he gave way. Snarling now, Goku grabbed the male and slammed him back into the ground. He mounted the male, pinning him with his knees as he continued his relentless attack. He was blocked and blocked and blocked until he screamed from the frustration of it all. The male was down! He had lost, and still the male fought off Goku's killing blows! Still he fought back. He was strong! Goku's bared his teeth in a wider snarl. This was excitement, and the thrill that he had been craving ever since he got his first view of the moon.

Goku's fist buried itself in the ground less than a breath away from the male's head, and the male took the moment to make his attack. The claws moved in a blur, Goku pulled back a fraction of a second too late, and the deadly talons pierce the back of his neck as the male took hold. Goku snarled in anger, his hand moving from the ground to the back of the male's head. He'd crush the male's head before he lost! He tightened his grip on the male, pulling him up until their snarling, rasping breaths mingled, until the scent of the male was all there was.

"Mine," Goku rasped, his eyes flaring hotly. He could feel blood trickling down his fingers as his claws cut into the male's skull.

The male snarled up at him, an endless, all-encompassing fury burning in his eyes. There was no acknowledgement of defeat. No acceptance of submission, and Goku's pulse raced in excitement at the thought of an endless battle. He growled, and tightened his grip, feeling the blood flow more freely.

Vegeta dug his claws into Goku's neck in response, and before the larger man could react, jerked him down into a savage, bloody kiss. Vegeta's body thrilled in anticipation as Goku's hold on him loosened only for a fraction of a second. His fist moved in a blur, and Goku took the impact fully in his side, the already broken ribs piercing his lung. He coughed, sliding to the side and freeing Vegeta.

The moment Vegeta was loose, he gained his feet and raced for the relative safety of the tree line. Then Goku was after him, already recovering from the blow. A clawed hand snagged the back of the tattered remains of Vegeta's training suit, leaving bloody marks down his back. Vegeta grunted as Goku jerked him back into the wall of rock, the impact crushing the stone into little more than a large rock. He braced himself on the rock, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

Before he could turn to defend himself, Goku was there again, one clawed hand digging into Vegeta's waist. He snarled in fury, trapped over the rock now, and hating the loss it meant.

Goku stood close behind him, close enough that Vegeta could feel the throbbing length pressed hard against him. He shuddered, growling as he felt himself arching back towards Goku, his body already accepting what was to come.

The coarse cotton of Goku's underwear chaffed against Vegeta, and he dug his claws into the rock with a snarl. His tail whipped back to hook through the top of his shorts. A sharp jerk, and the annoyance was gone, leaving only flesh against flesh.

Goku's other hand gripped Vegeta's shoulder, and Vegeta felt a warm tongue run over the bleeding wounds on his back. Then Goku was pushing forward, harsh and unrelenting, and the claws in his side dug deeper. Vegeta arched back, his head lifting in a ragged howl of pleasure and pain as he was claimed.

Chi-Chi jumped up from her chair in the living room, clutching the phone to her ear. The howling echoed through the room, and she gulped, wondering for the first time if this plan of theirs was a good idea.

"Chi-Chi?" Bulma called over the phone line. "Are you alright?"

"I…" Chi-Chi swallowed. "I heard howling," she finished unsteadily.

"Howling?" Bulma repeated. "Well…was it a good kind of howling?"

Chi-Chi blushed at the implication. "How would I know that!" she demanded.

"Well…either way," Bulma pointed out pragmatically, "it means we have some kind of result. I figure we have about fifty-fifty odds. Maybe one of them killed the other, or maybe they're just having some happy Saiyan sex."

Chi-Chi shook her head and sat back down. "I suppose you're right. One thing I am sure of, I absolutely refuse to go out and check. We'll just have to wait and see if they both come home."

"I agree," Bulma nodded. She paused suddenly, a thought occurring to her. "You don't think…"

"What?" Chi-Chi pressed when the woman trailed off ominously.

"Well. We're off the hook for Vegeta finding out, but you don't think he'll turn on Goku, do you? I mean, they have been rivals ever since they met each other. Vegeta might resent being forced into having sex with Goku."

Chi-Chi tensed. "But…he wouldn't risk a miscarriage with the children, would he?" she demanded. "I mean, that would just ruin everything!"

"Hmm." Bulma thought it over for a long moment. "Ah, I'm sure it'll work out," she said cheerfully, shrugging the matter off.

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R&R!

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