Males: Vegeta & Goku
Series: Dragon ball Z
She'd never been one for big bulky muscles and shows of testosterone, in fact she had a habit of falling for men who were agile, lithe, and humble. Yet as she sat on the ground, her legs crossed under her, she could only gulp. Her mouth suddenly dry.
Across from her in the cleaning not that far away were her two of her companions. Both were in the middle of a spar, muscles bulging and flexing as sweat glistened on their skin! Sure, she was used to seeing them spar, Vegeta was always picking a fight with Goku, but something about the way the sun beat down on them...the sweat slowly trailing down bare skin...
It made her tingle.
A dark flush covered her cheeks as she averted her gaze, hopping they wouldn't scent her arousal, and if they did that they would be polite and not mention it.
She blamed it on her hormones, yup. She was fresh from a divorce, she had given Hojo a try after her journey was over. Ready to try and settle down and live a normal life. Sadly normal wasn't for her, it was boring and it wasn't long before she decided to get in contact with her slightly older cousin. Yamcha had been a martial artist for as long as she could remember and she had eagerly accepted his offer to help her get back in shape.
From there she had met his on again off again girlfriend and through her she had met the grouchy 'Saiyan prince' and Goku and the rest of the 'Z gang' as he referred to them. How her mind was blown when she was told of their adventures! To think aliens and magic dragon balls were all around her!
She eagerly threw herself back into the world of fighting and magic.
Sadly her husband did not like the change in her, he voiced it often which led to fights and before she knew it she was moving out of their small apartment into one of her own.
A single woman.
At least she wasn't alone, no she had her cousin and her new friends and they offered her more then enough support.
Goku himself had just gone through a rather messy divorce with his own wife, while she could not say anything bad about the woman having never met her, she was happy for him. From what she heard of the woman she was no good for the kind hearted man. Always yelling at him and trying to change him.
What had been the breaking point for the cheerful man had been seeing the way his wife was trying to force their son to be something he was not. Having met Gohan many times, and caring greatly for the small boy, she was upset to find out that his mother was practically brainwashing him and turning him against his father and his way of life.
He was a child, a boy at that, he was supposed to be running around outside being a kid. Not cooped up in a small room studying, pft. Let the kid live a little! There would be time for studying when he was in middle school. Plus from what she had learned of Saiyans from Bulma it was in their DNA to want to fight...to try and make someone go against their very instinct was disgusting to her.
Anger stoked she huffed as she flopped back on the ground to gaze up at the sky. Now she had gone and ruined her good mood. A small pout wormed its way onto her pink lips as she laid there gazing up at the sky, it was such a nice sunny day. Giving a large yawn she arched her back her muscles going taunt a for a few seconds before she slumped back down, it was time for a cat nap. Knowing those two they would be at it all day, might as well get some rest before having to make them all something to eat before joining the rest of their gang at Bulma's and Yamacha's.
Both men paused mid fight as Kagome let out a loud yawn, her body arching up in a sinfully delicious way. Her bust strained against the dark blue tank top she was wearing, taunt slightly tanned skin peeked up from under it, as she shifted and rolled her hips to fully stretch her muscles before relaxing fully in the lush grass. She was completely unaware of the effect she was having on both men.
Both were males in their primes.
Goku was fresh from a horrid divorce with someone he thought he could grow to love. No matter how hard he had tried he could not love Chi-Chi the way she wanted him to. They were far too different despite sharing a past of martial arts, and it baffled him. She had grown up around fighting, it was how they met, and yet she was now suddenly to good to fight? It confused him and he tried his best to ignore it, it was made easier when Gohan was born. Things were good...until she tried to change him. He put up with it, let her bitch and whine at him.
He could learn to ignore it, to go with the flow. It was only when she started in on their son that he realized it wasn't going to work. It was around that time that Yamcha began bringing his younger cousin around. She was a breath of fresh air, always happy and go lucky. Yet quick to stand up for herself and others. Hell she had told Vegeta off for calling her a wench!
The more he got to know her the more he liked her. She fit in so seamlessly into their group that it was almost second nature to fall in step with her. Gohan also took a shining to her and it was seeing the way she nurtured and encouraged him when it came to his sparing and anything else he came to her with that made him realize that Chi-Chi was not good for them.
While he would deny it if asked, she had played a major role in his decision to separate from Chi-Chi and start over with just him and his son. She had made their lives better just by being herself and accepting them for they were. So he would not, could not, deny the small flutter of hope that was sparked when he heard of her divorce from her own husband. For once in his life he was going to be selfish, he wanted to be happy and he knew he would only be happy with her in his life.
Vegeta was another story, ever since being stuck on the planet Earth he had resigned himself to being alone. Yeah, he had a one night stand here and there, but he always had to be so damn careful. Earthlings were weak, breakable creatures. None of them really sparked his interest and he'd be damned if he bred with one of them.
He would not taint his pure Saiyan bloodline like that clown of man that fancied himself his best friend. Sure, he would begrudgingly admit to having had the fleeting thought of 'hooking up' with Bulma...yet the infernal woman was far to annoying and her on again off again relations with Yamcha was a quick turn off.
So when he began bringing his younger cousin around he had wrote her off as just another stupid human female. Oh how wrong he had been, she was stubborn, sharp tongued, and prideful. She was passionate and ruled by her feelings and while he had once upon a time viewed such a thing as a weakness she had showed him that it was a strength.
She stirred in him things that he didn't know he was cable of and god damn was she hot. She could have him aroused just by glaring up at him, her scent spiking with anger as she tore into him. How his instincts screamed at him to make her submit, to make her beg for his touch. Yet at the time she had been married and while he wasn't a man of many morals he knew how sacred a bond was between a man and a woman no matter the species.
Oh how it angered him to see such a wonderful female wasted on such a pathetic excuse for a male. He was weak, meek, and forgettable. Why she had settled for such a weak male was beyond him. Yet he was gleeful when she had showed up at Bulma's upset and angry. Babbling drunkenly about a fight and a divorce as Bulma brought her into her room for girl talk.
Finally he would have his chance and he would be damned if he let her slip through his fingers.
His gaze shifted to meet Kakarot's, having scented the males arousal his anger and jealousy flared. The look in the other males eyes surprised him, such anger and possessiveness was odd to see in such normally happy go lucky eyes. It made his instincts flare to life as a smirk crossed his lips.
His silent challenge blanat for his opennet to see.
Goku felt a spike of blood lust rush through his body, he had never given up before and he would be damned if he did now. He would not back down. No he would not let Vegeta win, he would beat the slightly smaller man into a pulp before handing over his female.
Vegeta could only grit his teeth as his blood lust boiled over. Seeing Kakarot in such a state...such a primal Saiyan state was oddly arousing. He quickly dismissed the thought as he lunged at the slightly bigger male, blood on fire as he landed a rough hit to his jaw. Loving the way the echoing crack of bone rang in his ears.
The mix of pain and pleasure was enough to make Goku shiver as he delivered his own hit. His hand striking out and hitting the smaller males side. He could feel the ribs crack and break under the pressure, the pained groan making his blood boil.
Something was off, yet he didn't care. He embraced the feeling of pain as a foot landed a solid kick in his stomach, sending him flying back. He quickly got up, his body on fire as his instincts began to run rampant.
The need to dominate.
To claim.
Was all he could think about.
She was jarred of her light sleep by the God awful sounds of snarling and growling. Instantly she sat up, her blood running cold at the sight that greeted her. Both males were battered, bloodied, and bruised.
Sure, they had drawn blood before in other sparring matches yet something was wrong, it felt off.
Primal.
This was no longer just a sparring match...no...the blood lust in their eyes...the way they tore into each like animals...it was...
She gulped at the sudden rush of arousal that flooded her, deep down she knew it was wrong but god damnit. They were both sweating and grunting and from where she sat she could smell their musk and-and!
She licked her suddenly dry lips as they both landed sickening hits to each others stomachs. She could hear the sound of breaking bones from where she sat and it instantly had her on her feet running towards the two males, her only thought was to make sure they were okay.
"Stop it you two!" She had made if barely two feet before she paused feeling their gazes on her, staring at her...into her. It made her nervous. She felt like their prey...it made her shiver.
Both males gazed at the small female drinking in the way she stood frozen, her long tanned legs bared to them by her short blue jeans. Her toned arms hung limply at her sides as she gazed at them a flush on her cheeks.
They could scent her arousal and it made them shiver and groan in want and need. They tore their gazes from her and stared at each other, a silent battle waging between them. Neither was willing to look away, to back down.
They both wanted the small female no matter what.
Sensing things were about to come to blows once again she quickly got over her own fear and wedged herself between the two males, a hand on each of their sweaty bursied chests.
"Knock it off you two!" Her tone was sharp and demanding as she let a bit of her healing ki flow into their bodies healing the grievous damage done to them.
Both males tensed at her touch, her hand feeling so much cooler than their own heated skin. They relished in the contact of skin on skin.
Wanting and needing more.
They locked gazes once more over the crown of her head, a silent conversation was being carried on as the young woman grumbled under her breath about overgrown boys taking things way too far. She thought them boys? Oh how wrong she was, a silent understanding settled between the two as they pressed closer the small female. Enjoying the way she eeped and her scent spiked.
They would show her just how wrong she was, they were not boys. Oh no they were men and they would enjoy pounding that fact into her pretty little head...