Saiyan Instincts

Saiyan Instincts
part IV
by E. B. Midnight

Warning for this chapter: Lime, Solo


Another couple of weeks had passed since Vegeta had 'rescued' Gohan from his fever. He still wasn't entirely sure why that had happened or exactly 'what' had happened to him that night. They hadn't completely stopped occurring but they had lessened in intensity, he had managed to think himself out of them when they did happen again. They didn't scare him but he didn't like not knowing much about the fevers nor how to quell them for good... but the thing that did make his hair stand on end was the notion that Gohan didn't want them to stop...

The feelings that overtook him were natural, according to his brain. His instincts... but he didn't know what to do with them.

After a particular stressful week at Capsule Corp, he told Bulma that he needed a vacation, which didn't faze his boss, she had actually been trying to get the workaholic to take a much needed vacation for a long time now. He asked for seven days – she gave him two weeks.

For the first couple of days it had been nice – he and Videl, Pan, Mr. Satan and Buu all went to the beach, since Pan was on a seasonal break from school and had a wonderful time. He had forgotten what it was like to be a child, to frolic around and be carefree, although when he was a child he never truly got a chance to experience those things, so being able to share those experiences with Pan was good for him. He enjoyed the outdoors, the sun, the sand and the water, no matter how bad it tasted.

After they had come back from their fun in the sun and Pan had gone back to classes, Gohan began to feel slightly nervous. He hadn't been alone with Videl in a while since he had been so preoccupied with work that there was a part of him that almost didn't know how to act. Being a man, he was able to be intimate with her, no problem there, but once she had fallen asleep one night, Gohan was sitting on the edge of their bed in the dark sweating and panting slightly. Not from he and his wife's activities, but from frustration. He was confused again, he had climaxed with Videl but the event didn't quench that hunger he felt pooling in his belly again. It felt as if he actually hadn't been released. And maybe he hadn't after all...

The fever was back. Swallowing hard, Gohan stood and strode slowly out of their bedroom, down the stairs and into the den. It was as if he was drawn back to that spot on the sofa, in front of the large window, which was open, allowing the full moon's light to cascade over him in all his nakedness.

As he nestled into his spot, he never took his eyes off that moon. He was breathing harder now, he snorted as he felt his sinuses act up, beads of sweat running down his temples and down his neck. It seemed as though the harder he stared at the full moon, the harder his heart pounded, the hotter the fire burned in his core. A dull ache in his groin. Never taking his eyes off that lunar magnificence, Gohan reached down and wrapped his rough hand around his solid cock, the erection that had been with him all evening, eliciting a deep groan from his dry mouth.

He squeezed gently, gradually tighter, only to let up completely before gradually squeezing again, mimicking the motion of being inside someone's tight, pulsing heat. He moved his erection to and fro, and around and circles, his senses on extreme high. He rubbed the pad of his thumb over the head of his throbbing cock, feeling the warm liquid already seeping from its slit.

His breathing had slowed but his breaths were deep, ragged as the glorious night sky flooded his vision, his mind's eye. He moved his palm over the swollen head of his penis and Gohan blinked hard but forced his eyes to stay open, not willing to let his gaze fall from the moon.

“Come on, please,” He begged that moonlight to be able to physically touch him, feel him.

He ran his other hand down his hip and his inner thigh to come and cup his balls, that shocking tingle that shot down his spin drew from him a high-pitched whimper as he felt the sensation make its way to his curling toes. The fingers on the hand that was working his cock played with the slit ever so gently, enticing the clear liquid from within the recesses of his manhood. He used the tip of his middle finger to massage around the length of the place where the head of his erection mushroomed. Gohan's tongue snaked out and licked his parched lips over and over and over, in sequence with the movements of his finger.

After a few moments, he realized his fingers were covered in the preexistence of his essence and has he glanced down at them, he thoughtfully moved them down in between his legs towards his entrance. The hand that was entertaining his balls came to encircle his cock as he spread his legs wide in the moonlight and returning his lust-filled gaze to her, he pushed in his middle finger.

The demi saiyan gasped and threw his head back. Not wanting to stop, he pushed the finger all the way in to the knuckle and moved the digit in a circle. Gohan felt like he could've been underwater the way he was gasping in pleasure, fully lost in the new sensation. He pushed in his index finger to join in the action and as he slid that finger to the knuckle as well, the hand on his cock squeezed and pumped and Gohan found his rhythm, his primal, perfect rhythm.

He tilted his head forward catch the moon in his sight again. He briefly wondered how disastrous this would be if he still had his tail... jerking off to the full moon as he was...

He pumped his cock faster, harder, moving the fingers inside him at the same pace and feeling that animalistic desire scratch at this mind again, he added a third finger and felt the delightful stretch of his hole and bit down on his lip to keep from crying out loud.

He felt the edges of his conscious though begin to fray, that searing need, that thundering rage coming back to burn in his belly and he fingered himself deeper, stroked himself aster, harder and his canines bit down hard upon his lip drawing blood and as the crimson liquid trailed down his chin and dripped onto his collarbone, his saiyan sense of smell caught his own fresh scent and mixed with his arousal, he had no choice but to bite harder as the feeling of his fingers, his hand, his blood and that moon condensed into a single powerful charge that welled up inside him. His last conscious thought was how the stars morphed into familiar black eyes as he totally succumbed to the release that exploded in his body and he knew no more.

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Gohan was eternally grateful to whatever gods existed that he woke just before the sun rose. And what a site he was, smelly, bloody and love-stained sprawled eagled on the couch. He stood and crept upstairs and slipped into the shower. Once finished, he gently slid into bed beside his slumbering wife and once again gave the gods their much deserved thanks that he didn't have to explain THAT one...

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A week into his vacation and Gohan realized he had a problem.

He didn't know how to spend his time.

He had done things with his wife and daughter. He had hung out with his friends. He had even stayed with his mother some and helped her around the house and with errands.

And that was it.

And here he sat, on that same damned couch in the den. In front of that damned window. But the moon was not out, it wasn't even night. It was late afternoon. Videl had taken Pan to spend the weekend with her grandfather while Gohan had some peace and quiet.

Well he had the quiet. He was missing the peace.

And as he sat on that damned couch, he watched the scene outside that large window. The sun was slowly making its way down in the sky. He knew that night was not far off. He took a breath and dropped his head between his knees as he felt a blip within his chest. It didn't hurt but he didn't like it.

He needed to get out of the house.

He went upstairs and rummaged through his dresser drawers. He thought about wearing jeans, maybe even a plain white shirt, nothing with collars and buttons, he felt the sudden urge to leave everything professional and normal about himself behind. But there wasn't much he had. He stood, feeling a little defeated as he glanced at himself in the mirror.

It felt like ages ago when he grew up, like life had passed him by without him realizing it. His stomach turned as he felt a little sick. Normalcy sickened him. He wondered if his father had ever felt that way and maybe that's why Goku never seemed normal...

His father....?

Suddenly a big grin flashed across his face as he made a mad dash for the darkest corner of his closet.


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Gohan relished the feeling of the air breezing through his gi as he flew, the duplicate of the one his father always wore. This is what he felt most comfortable in. His arms were spread wide as he sailed through the warm colors of the sunset.

He landed atop a cliff with the perfect seat in the wild to watch the sun make its end-of-day descent. The scene before him was beautiful. He had ended up at the beach. Seagulls glided about him and the sound of the incoming tide was soothing.

Being in his gi made him aware of the restlessness that he had been experiencing during his vacation. It was the same feeling that plagued him at night. Every night. His body was itching for something new, something fresh, something for his body to do. His mind was worn thin ad exhausted and now lately he had begun to lose himself during the night. To his desires, to his urges. Those primal instincts that came out from hiding during the night. It was becoming harder to fight them, to ignore them, as their hold became stronger. Gohan felt as if he may burst at some point. He hadn't fought or trained for that matter, in a long time. He felt that anxiousness again. He was moody and irritable. The emotions that visited him made him want to hurt something. Or someone. Even himself. To feel that rush of pain, the high of it all.

He missed battle.

As he stood at the edge of the cliff, all of the frustration began to swell inside of him at once and he felt the need to let it go, let it all go...

He threw his head back and yelled at the sky as his raised his power. From Ascendant, he rose to Super Saiyan Two and the ground beneath him shook and the birds scattered and the waves churned violently in the sea. As he somewhat composed himself in his powered up form, he watched as the sun disappeared behind the horizon and the stars twinkled in the coming twilight, his aura sending out light on everything around him since there was no moon tonight. The light emanating from the demi saiyan produced millions of golden sparkles on the surface of the ocean. There were no people around for miles. His stage was set. Now if only...

A sudden sound resounded in the land around him and he sensed strength above him. He looked up and saw that Vegeta had appeared, his silhouette dark against the sky but Gohan could see that he donned his saiyan armor and he slowly descended to face the demi saiyan.

Vegeta smirked at Gohan knowingly, his hair whipping in the breeze, his face glowing in the golden light from the super saiyan energy. And Gohan grinned in anticipation and Vegeta let out a mighty roar as he too ascended and together, they made the countryside glow.

Gohan felt a kind of relieved excitement – his prince had answered his call.


*TBC*