This story is in Nightcall's POV. Nightcall is a Saiyan, not a wolf, in this one.

This was written for SSJ Naomi, who gave me the plot.

Chapter 1: Kakarott

"Is that…Kakarott!" I asked Kadeta. She nodded.

"Yup, that's my brother."

"Man, he's grown. He used to be a little shrimp. He's really hot now, too."

"I know. How long has it been since you two have seen each other?"

"Since he left to purge that planet with the prince himself. What was it? Two, three years ago?"

Kadeta nodded again. "Two years. He says he misses you. After all, you two were always hanging out together when you were younger."

I smiled, remembering how good of friends we had been. We had even shared a first kiss when we were fourteen, a year before he left on the purging mission with Prince Vegeta.

"Hey Kadeta. Who's your friend?" I snapped out of my daydream as Kakarott stopped in front of our table.

"You remember Nightcall, don't you?" Kadeta asked, gesturing for him to sit.

Kakarott's eyes grew wide as he took a seat next to his sister. "You're Nightcall? Man, you look like a million bucks." I blushed. "Hey, you want to go to a movie on Saturday?"

"Kind of soon to be asking her out, don't you think?" Kadeta questioned.

"Nah, I've known her since I was about two years old." He turned back to me. "So, how about it?"

"Sure, why not? What time?" I lazily played with my steak, flipping the meat over several times.

"7 o'clock. I'll pick you up. You still live where you used to, don't you?" I nodded. "Good. I'll see you at seven on Saturday." He stood and walked over to another table.

I can't believe you. You just accepted a date…with my brother!" I ignored her and went back to my food.

Saturday night came quickly. I dressed in jeans and my tightest fitting black shirt. Shimmery pink lip gloss painted my lips and silver earrings hung down from my ears.

When the doorbell rang, I ran to answer it. Kakarott stood there, holding a bouquet of flowers.

He was dressed similar to me, except his shirt was red and loose fitting.

"Hi, Nightcall. Uh, these are for you." He handed me the flowers. I took them and set them in a vase on the table.

"You ready?" He asked. "Of course." I replied.

At the movies, we spent half the time making out. We didn't watch the movie at all.

Afterwards, he took me back to his place. I ran upstairs and fell on the bed.

He smiled, following me, and crawled on top of me. We kissed and he slowly stripped off our clothes.

He thrust into me, my strangled moan of please filling the room.

Kakarott began moving his hips, mine thrusting forward to meet his.

Pleasure overwhelmed my body and I screamed, his own yell following. His seed spilt inside me and he bit into the sensitive skin on my neck.

Crimson rolled down my shoulder as Kakarott tried and failed to catch every drop of blood with his tongue.

A knock sounded at the door down the stairs.

Kakarott stood up and pulled on his plaid boxers. "Be right back." He said, walking out of the room.

I sighed and got out of the bed. I slowly pulled on my clothes, wondering who was at the door.

The bedroom door opened. "Ah, you must be Nightcall. Kakarott talks about you a lot, you know."

I turned towards the voice, seeing who was in the doorway. I gasped.

It was Prince Vegeta.

Reveiw and I'll update. Hope you like it so far. If you have any ideas, please share.

Thanks to:

SSJ Naomi for the plot.

---Nightcall