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The Sayjin Inside

Chapter 16: One's Pain Another's Gain

A/N: This is a quick update and im sure your all wondering about the baby. Don't worry that'll come soon enough, just enjoy the story were not close to being done. Oh and if you haven't read Forced Love read it. I have the Lemon just incase you wanted to read that little tid bit for your own pleasure.

Goku had never felt better. His time was being spent in lust and with many, many women. He had begun to lose track of where and whom he was with. The last week had been incredible, every day finding another three or sometimes even four women to join him back at his home for a nice night. It had been an incredible experience each night following the next; with so many women he could do so many more things.

There were so many new positions and ways. It was incredible as each woman had a different scent, each a different twist. And yet every night it never seemed to be enough… like something crucial was absent. It was a mystery, but he could drown the feeling with a sea of women he could easily gather into his bed.

Tonight was another one of those nights as Goku threw on some fresh clothes, his smell not only manly but clean. He left his house and took off into the darkening sky, the orange and red haze swallowing the speck of his figure.

Meanwhile, Bulma and Yamcha had pulled up to a brand new nightclub to enjoy themselves. The time of the day just absolutely perfect to blow off some steam that had been building up over the week. They had gotten out together and. With,Bulma's VIP status, were allowed in without question.

The couple entered a place filled with flashing lights shining up and down the dance floor. The bar itself a very classy feel, since it was not illuminated with all the high tech gadgetry that lined the floor, but it was still stylish. Bulma seated herself at the bar to have a drink, letting her stress vanish. No more worries, just a night out.

"So babe, what's the agenda?" Yamcha said with a grin, his eyes always drooling over Bulma when they went out. She rarely covered herself, her apparel sometimes shear or sometimes leather fabric that clung to her curves perfectly when she sweat.

"First off don't call be babe, I don't need you thinking we're still okay after the little message I got." Bulma's blue eyes darkened as she glared at him.

Yamcha held up his hands innocently. "I swear Baby-Bulma. I didn't know who that was!"

Bulma only rolled her eyes and sipped her drink. "You still had better watch yourself. If I even see a hint of you flirting with another girl I will personally mail you your balls when I get through with you." She snorted and downed the rest of her drink. "Now let's dance."

A figure, accompanied by others, descended from the clouds, having finished his flight. The figure, a man, had picked up three other women before deciding to land at the club, each one having been with him at least once.

It was none other than Goku. Goku's hair was now gelled back, forming a fall of spikes behind his head. He wore a dark leather jacket and a gold chain around his neck. His traditional orange gi pants were now dark blue jeans, a large chain hanging off his back pocket. To top it all off, black shades covered his eyes. Landing, he let go of the two women in his arms and the third, who was previously licking and kissing up his neck as she rode on his back.

"Shall we?" Goku inquired from his little group, which nodded. As Goku approached the door, however, the head bouncer moved to block his path.

"Reservation?" he asked as Goku smirked.

"No, but if you don't move you can spend the next few months in the infirmary." He snickered, cracking his hand.

"Listen punk, you and your little whores bett—" He didn't utter another sound as he fell to the ground, Goku's hand extended above him.

"Don't insult my girls," he chuckled as the woman gaped in awe and thanked him with some kisses on his cheek. "Any other takers?" He looked around but not a soul stepped forward. "I thought so." He looped his arms through one of the girl's and walked inside, the others following.

Goku smirked to himself as he entered; this was definitely his kind of place. What another good place to… bring the house down. Walking down the steps of the nightclub, he made his way onto the dance floor. He looked back at his girls, giving them a nod of his head. They smiled and began dancing as he approached the DJ. "Play this song," Goku said, flashing him a piece of paper.

"Sure whatever. It's request night," the DJ replied, going to look through his collection as Goku returned to the dance floor. His girls were more than anxious to join him as Goku dropped down to the floor in a split and used one hand to flip himself upside down, spinning around on the hand before flipping back to his feet. He did a few quick spins before ending in a bow, much too approval of a few on lookers.

Yamcha and Bulma had been enjoying themselves. So far Yamcha had kept his hands on her only. She caught his eyes shifting but she couldn't stop that—crushing his foot a few times kept him in line.

"Phew! Babe I'm going to grab a few more drinks," Yamcha said, wiping the sweat from his forehead. As Bulma absently noted she herself was sweating pretty hard. While they rarely sweat this much, it was like someone had turned on an electric heater and directed it on all of them.

She was standing alone when a tall dark form approached from behind her. "Hey need a partner?" A voice behind Bulma made her turn around and blink a few times before she noticed the man in the dark leather jacket, his uncovered, ripped chest and tight jeans, and his gelled back hair. She was unaware of who it was, though.

"Sure," she said as he smirked and took her to the dance floor.

Goku was grinning from ear to ear as he led his friend to the floor. She didn't even recognize him but he easily recognized her. Goku didn't need to think to try and place a young sexy looking blue haired woman in West City at a high class nightclub? What were the chances of it being someone else?

Bulma swung her hips and danced with fervor as the unknown man behind her moved with equal enthusiasm. He was dancing faster than Yamcha, and kept his eyes on her. Even with the shades, she could feel him looking at her. "You're pretty good, you know?" she said, spinning into his arms, moving still as he held her hips and chuckled.

"You have no idea. I'm much better outside the dance floor," he laughed, as did Bulma. The couple gained attention as people let the two dance, a circle growing around them big enough for the two to let loose. Breaking down, Goku did a hand plant and swung his legs down and then up, launching himself into a backwards flip, his hand coming up to adjust his shades as he stood back and let Bulma take over.

She swung her hands above her head and moved her hips, going low enough to where she was almost touching the ground before rising back to her feet. After flipping over her head, she stood still, slowly raised a finger to her lips, and gave Goku a wink.

A round of applause came from the crowd and roused Yamcha, who was flirting with one of the waitresses. He was never the most faithful partner, but he was still protective of Bulma, and he wasn't going to be one to lose her.

He advanced upon this mystery intruder who was trying to get his claws into Bulma. As he approached, the DJ announced into the microphone, "Ah, finally our black leather superstar's request is going to be played." As the song played over the system, Yamcha moved to punch Goku from behind.

Another dream that will never come true

Just to compliment your sorrow

Another life that I've taken from you

A gift to add on to your pain and suffering

Another truth you can never believe

Has crippled you completely

All the cries you're beginning to hear

Trapped in your mind, and the sound is deafening

Goku dodged the attack as if he hadn't seen it; he simply moved to the side. The fist only came and went beside him as he walked towards Bulma. His movements were much like Kami's from the Budokai Tournament.

Let me enlighten you

This is the way I pray

Living just isn't hard enough

Burn me alive, inside

Living my life's not hard enough

Take everything away

"Hey! Look at me!" Yamcha yelled furiously as the man didn't even seem to acknowledge him. He grabbed Goku's leather jacket and stopped him cold. Turning around then Goku looked back. "Just what do you think you're doing to my girl?" He growled at him.

"I don't know… obviously satisfying her where you can't. Now let go or I'll drop you myself." Goku growled knocking his hand away.

"Yamcha stop it, we were just dancing! I swear you get so jealous even if a guy is just talking to me," she said, irritated, as she was having a good time and now Yamcha was ruining it.

Another nightmare about to come true

Will manifest tomorrow

Another love that I've taken from you

Lost in time, on the edge of suffering

Another taste of the evil I breed

Will level you completely

Bring to life everything that you fear

Live in the dark, and the world is threatening

Let me enlighten you

This is the way I pray

Yamcha ignored Bulma and swung first, but his fist missed completely. The crowd was rallied into a frenzied uproar, chanting together as Goku and Yamcha squared off. "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"

Goku dodged easily, his speed greater then ever before, having gained so much power from his hidden side, the one that lurked deep in the recess of his consciousness.

But Goku grabbed the back of his jacket and, with a swift movement, he removed it, exposing a bulky, ripped body likely to arouse many a woman in the room. Bulma and Yamcha knew, though, that this guy didn't appear to be normal. Ducking a kick to his face and a knee to his gut, Goku took a few steps back as Yamcha gathered himself. A few drinks were taking a little toll on his coordination.

Living just isn't hard enough

Burn me alive, inside

Living my life's not hard enough

Take everything away

"You're far out of your league… Yamcha," said Goku's deep haunting voice as he plucked off his shades and, with both hands, threw his hair back to the spiky haired mess that it was before his changes.

"What the…Goku?" Bulma yelled in absolute surprise. Was she to believe it was Goku? It didn't even seem possible.

Goku thrust a fist into Yamcha without hesitation. Even without his other side in control he packed one hell of a punch. Yamcha hit the ground, bouncing once before Goku drove his knee into his stomach and sent him high into the air. After fazing from sight, Goku appeared above him and swung both hands down, sending Yamcha crashing down into the ground, sparks of electric equipment and lights shining on the fallen warrior.

Return to me, return to me, return to me, turn to me, leave me no one

Turn to me, return to me, return to me, turn to me, cast aside

Return to me, return to me, return to me, turn to me, leave me no one

Turn to me, return to me, return to me, turn to me, you've made me turn away

With a snort, Goku lowered himself to the ground, hovering inches above Yamcha. Goku's hand reached down and grasped him by the back of the neck, hauling him up.

Living just isn't hard enough

Burn me alive, inside

Living my life's not hard enough,

They take everything from you

"You should have learned before that I'm not one to be messed with! Unfortunately I won't let you learn from this mist—" His voice stopped instantly, though, as if lightning had hit the chords inside his mind. Suddenly, he heard a woman's voice.

This can't be? How can this be? It's not fair; I don't want his baby! I left him and now, I'm going to have some child? How is this at all fair! I get raped and stuck with…with… The remainder of what came inside of her was a heart-choking sob. Goku's eyes flashed gold for a moment before returning to their natural black. He promptly tossed Yamcha to the ground before he dashed out of the bar through the front doors of the club and launched into the air. There was only one woman that could have his child and have this mental link…

"Chi-Chi…"

R&R MajinBroli and you gotta love the cliffies eh?