-I own nothing, except the OC-
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They found another camp for the night, settling in. He hunted for them once more, this time bringing back a huge bird-like creature. He set it up to cook, settling down beside her as they waited for it to get done.
"So what did happen to your tail?" Willow asked, leaning back on her arms to look up at the stars.
Goku huffed again, but told her.
"Well, mine got cut off a long time ago." He said a bit gruffly.
"How?"
"You know what happens during the full moon, right?" he asked. When she nodded, he continued.
"Well, I transformed and went crazy and my friends cut it off. They had to do it a couple of times because it kept growing back. Finally Kami fixed it so it wouldn't anymore." He said, looking over at her.
She had her tail clutched in her hands and a look of horror on her face.
"What am I going to do during the full moon?" she asked him in a whisper.
He hadn't thought about it. He scrunched up his brow in thought.
"What did you do back on your old home?"
She shrugged. "My parents would shut all the windows and we would go to bed early in the evenings. We need to find somewhere I can hide while the moon is full."
"We could have Kami take it off as well –"
She cut him off with a snarl.
"Or maybe not! Sorry!" he said, holding his hands up in surrender. She turned her head in a sulk, not talking to him.
After a few moments of silence, she finally turned back around, still clutching her tail.
"How could you let them do it, though? I mean, it's a part of who we are." She asked him.
He sighed, unconsciously rubbing at the scar where it used to be.
"I mean, I miss it sometimes. It was really handy to have, but I couldn't control myself and I didn't like that. I hurt people when I changed..." he trailed off quietly.
She scooted over and hugged him, her tail wrapping around his waist possessively.
"I see what you mean. I – I couldn't handle not being able to control myself either." She whispered.
They sat like that for a long time, the only sounds around them was the meat cooking. She had dozed off on his arm, waking up to the feel of his fingers running up and down her arm. He looked up at him, expecting to see him smiling down at her, but he was gazing off into the distance. She lightly touched his cheek, making him look down at her.
"What are you thinking about?" she whispered.
He sighed, and shook his head.
"You know as many times that we've…you know..," he blushed, "We don't really know anything about each other." He furrowed his brow, reaching up to run his thumb across her lips.
"Well, let's start." She said, setting up. "How old are you?"
"43."
Willow froze, staring up, wide-eyed.
"Really?" she asked weakly.
"Yeah. What about you?"
"E – Eighteen."
He whistled, shaking his head.
"Really? That's what? Twen-"
Willow covered his mouth.
"Don't even say it!"
He laughed around her hand, with her joining him a few seconds later.
"Did you grow up on Earth or Planet Vegeta?" she asked when they had calmed down.
He launched into how he ended up here when he was a baby, telling her how Gohan had raised him and how when he died, he went to Roshi for training. She had learned some when she had been staying at Bulma's from Bulma herself and everyone else that came. And when Goku and the others were guarding her, there was little else to do with the boys except talk. She's stayed too mad at Goku to ask him anything at the time.
He got up and checked their food, coming back to set at her side once more.
"What about you? I know your parents were kinda strict…"
She started laughing.
"Kinda strict? Goku, I'm eighteen and you had to explain sex to me! I've never even been around people my own age! I stayed home unless we had to leave to go shopping or something. I was schooled by my mother, she and my dad taught me to fight, and if I spoke to someone when we were in town, I had to do penance for showing off." She laughed sadly, shaking her head.
"I remember once our priest sent someone to stay with us that had come to our planet. I thought my mother was going to have an aneurism, but she couldn't tell him no. I spent the night in his lap, listening to stories about how there were Saiyans on Earth..." she trailed off.
"When he left the next day, my mother punished me for sitting with him like that. I was five at the time and he said that I reminded him of his daughter. After that she made my father help her train me to fight. She told me all men, especially Saiyan men, were evil and wanted nothing more then take my innocence and that as a Saiyan female, I would be more than willing to give it to them, but with training I would gain a level head and control.."
His eyes had glazed over slightly when she looked at him.
"Y-you can fight?" he asked tentively. When she nodded, she felt a shiver run through him.
"What level are you at?"
She shook her head indulgently, but disentangled herself and stood up. He watched as she powered down, leaving long black hair in place of the blonde, but still had her blue eyes. She had shrunk a few inches in height as well. He guessed she might come up to his chest now. He stood up, looking down at her in fascination.
"What?" she asked nervously at the way he stared at her.
He placed his large hands on her shoulders, looking her up and down.
"You're so tiny!" he exclaimed softly, turning her around. She smacked his arm and giggled.
"Shush you! That's one of the reasons I stay at my second level!" she laughed as he eyeballed her. She brought her power back up, making him pout.
"Aww! I like tiny Willow! You have to let go every now and again!" he told her, a bit of a leer to his gaze. She blushed and laughed again before pushing her power up again. She kept going until the blonde faded from her hair, leaving it blood red, along with her eyes.
To Goku, she looked positively evil.
She cackled at his face, making him yelp at the sound. She leaned in, with the added height of her current form, and kissed his cheek.
"I'm not as mean as I look." She told him, winking.
He looked her up and down once more, smiling. He looked up at her, a glint of something she couldn't name in his eyes.
"Wanna spar?"
She smirked and before he could move she kicked him, sending him to the ground. No sooner then had landed though he was back up, fists flying. She dodged swiftly, and they took to the air, almost in a dance.
He felt his blood run hot at the sight of her fighting him and for once he let his instincts take over.
He roared as he shot at her, going straight to SS3. She gave a shriek of surprise, diving out of the way. He glared up at her with such animalistic intent that she felt it go straight to her gut and she growled slowly. The hair on her tail raised up as she eyed him. There was something different going on, something that she couldn't figure out. They circled one another for a moment and she felt the need to attack him; not hurt him, but to attack. To dominate him.
Her inner animal wanted out and it wasn't taking no for an answer.
She felt her control slip some, almost as if she was watching what happened through another's eyes. She rammed him, trying to knock him out of the sky, but he parried with a twist and an elbow to the back that sent her flying. Seething, she grabbed him by the hair and flung him towards the ground where she tackled him as soon as they landed. They rolled around for a moment before she kicked him off of her, but he grabbed her again, pushing her down onto her knees in front of him. He got behind her with a warning growl as she pushed against him, muffled, feral sounds coming from her.
He tore her dress away, leaving it in tatters on the ground around them. She cried out, fighting against him until her leaned down, sinking his teeth into the back of her neck. She fought for a moment before submitting, a low whine in her throat. He didn't let go as he tore the rest of her clothes away, leaving her exposed beneath him.
Part of her, the part of consciousness that still linger was horrified and turned on all at once. She felt his teeth leave her and began to fight again when his hand grabbed the nape of her neck, holding her down. He tried to get his pants off and when they proved too complicated in his current position, they ended up following the fate of hers. She felt his hardness at her entrance and she bucked again, growling.
"Stay down!" he roared, sending an orgasm through her. She fought for her breath in shock. He entered her slowly, making her whimper. He began moving, roughly, but still at his slow pace. She felt him lean over her, once more biting down on her neck.
With a husky moan she tried to move her hips to get him to go faster, but he bit down harder.
He let go, growling next to her ear.
"You are mine… do you hear me?" he demanded. In her semi-conscious mind she tried to say no, but her body took over, almost mewling at him. Her body tensed up as another orgasm tore through her, making her go limp in his hold. He sat back on his haunches as continued to drive into her, giving a growl of approval when she got up on her hands and knees and began to move with him.
But this time when he felt her nearing release he would slow down or come to a complete stop, making her scream in frustration.
"You don't get to unless I say you can…" he taunted, making her snarl at him. He kept going until she was begging him to let her have release. Something roared in approval inside of him at the sound and he sped up, going so hard he drove her down onto the ground. She screamed with each thrust, but pushed back against him each time. He felt her walls flutter around him and bit down on her neck once more, sending her over an edge she hadn't been to before.
Her body felt lifeless with the exception of her labored breathing and panting. Her mind seemed fuzzy and struggled to come back to reality, but darkness over took her.
Her mate panted above her staring at the mark on her neck with pride.
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She awoke with a jolt, looking around for Goku. He sat by the fire, eating. She huffed when she saw what was left of their clothes, standing up to stretch. She felt a shock of pain from her neck and felt it with her fingers, wincing at the tenderness. She didn't feel as traumatized this time by what they had done. She knew it was in their nature, and that scared her, but if she was going to have to be a mindless animal sometimes, she would rather it be with Goku.
"At least it was fun..." she thought with a smirk as she walked over to him, flinching at the burn of her muscles.
"We have to stop destroying our clothes Goku." She laughed, setting down beside him. He looked up in surprise, glad to see her in a good mood. He didn't know if she would freak out like she did before so he had given her some space. He pointed to the overly done food, laughing.
"The dinner burned."
She shrugged, grabbing a piece and eating like a starving man, or rather woman.
"Still edible." She said between bites, making him laugh.