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Desecration: Feral	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4692 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Desecration: Feral

By Sefiru

Summary: Goku has gone feral and
is living in the forest � and now it�s mating season.

Warnings: NC-17, yaoi, anal.
Actually pretty tame considering the source material ^^;

Pairing: Vegeta x Goku

Disclaimer: I own Dragonball only
in my freams and Akira Toriyama�s
nightmares. Thank you to Vixen for letting me use her
story idea.

Zofo: no, it�s not catching
exactly, but Veggie is getting in better touch with his origins. Kind of like
the Caveman Diet.

topbear: I�m afraid this is
an uke!Goku story � which is not to say he has no
control of Vegeta ^^

CrimsonTide: Saiyan
instincts are powerful things, as we shall see �

kit-kit: I hope you continue to like it.

Sorry for the long gap; I had a huge cliffhanger going on my
other story and decided not to leave folks hanging � this time.

In other news, I now have a blog.
You can find my maunderings at sefiru.wordpress.com.

Also, next week will be a double update: watch for my April
Fools Special in the main Anime section.

In this chapter: Vegeta finds out what he�s landed in this
time.

***

Chapter 3: What goes around �

***

�� His sleep
disturbed by an unsettling dream, Vegeta growled into the darkness of his room.
He cracked open an eye, sniffed the air, and not detecting any intruders rolled
over and tried to get back to sleep. The curtained bed helped with that, but
there was still something not quite right. He couldn�t put his finger on what
it was. He�d added mesh panels in the canopy to improve air circulation, so it
wasn�t that � he cursed as he realized that he wasn�t going to get any more
sleep this time, and emerged from his bed. A look out the window told him it
was close to dawn anyway, so he elected to take it in stride.

�� Why did all of
his recent encounters with Kakarott seem to solve one problem and replace it
with another? The first time, it had been his sleeping arrangements and his
short temper. This time his temper was improved, but he started having these
weird nightmares � and they did involve the idiot somehow, he could remember
that much. Maybe there was something in the water near that cave. Enough; a
shower cleared his head, and since Bulma was out of
the house already, he could eat his breakfast in peace. A day of solitude was
just what he needed.

�� He stalked into
the Gravity Room, slammed the door and turned it up to 500. He dropped into the
eternal now of kata, the same movements over and
over, time marked only by the sun�s movement in the skylights. It slowly
registered that he wasn�t entirely alone; in the far distance, Kakarott�s ki rose and fell in exact synchrony with his own. There was
no guessing what was going on in the feral Saiyan�s
mind, but he found it oddly � amusing. When he noticed that, then he started to
get annoyed at himself.

�� Around noon,
the sky suddenly turned dark. Looking out the windows, Vegeta saw an
unmistakable shadow across the sun: someone was using the Dragonballs.
He assumed it was one of his allies, since Dende
would have sounded a warning if it was anyone else. Kakarott seemed to agree;
his ki spiked, but quickly settled to its previous
level. Vegeta shrugged and continued his training.

�� Later that
evening, he was eating Bulma�s mother�s dinner and
ignoring Bulma�s mother�s chatter, when the woman
herself stormed in and flung a capsule at his head. �You!
You and your whole insufferable species!� she yelled.

�� This requires
throwing things at me?�

�� Yes! I asked
that bloody Dragon for information on what�s going on with you two, and what do
I get? Books I can�t read!� Her mother slid a plate of noodles in front of her,
and she stabbed her chopsticks into it in a huff.

�� Now he was
curious. He opened the capsule; instantly he was surrounded by mountains of
books. And it was no surprise that Bulma couldn�t
read them, as they were all written in Saiyan. He
picked one up: Introduction to
Instinctive Psychology. And another: Six
Cases of Adult Feralism. And a colorful paperback:
Savage Love. A
novel? Shenron had some strange ideas. Vegeta
tucked the volume inside his armor and reverted the
rest into the capsule. �I will do any studying that is necessary, woman.�

�� All right. But I want to know whatever you find out.�

***

�� He stood over the table where Kakarott lay chained, listening to his cries and whimpers. Both of the
third-class�s legs were broken; his arms were pierced by red-hot daggers. Now
he took a small, fine-bladed knife and used it to carve strips of flesh from
Kakarott�s ribs, licking up the blood as it fell. He was almost ready to ravish
him, his pulse thundered in his ears and his shaft quivered at the sweet scent
of pain. But Kakarott was getting aroused too, and that wouldn�t do. He took
the knife and thrust it through the third-class�s cock, pinning it to the
table. Kakarott arched his back and screamed, and �

�� -- Vegeta awakened
suddenly in a wave of nausea. He bolted to the bathroom in time to empty his
stomach; only afterward did he consider what had caused it. That scene was not
so much a dream but a scrap of true memory, an event which had happened a
little under a year ago. At the time he had thoroughly enjoyed it, as well as
all the other times he�d mangled and sliced Kakarott with knives � the wave of
horror and disgust that that thought triggered caught him unprepared, and
brought on another round of retching. What was wrong with him? No sane person
went from enjoying something one day to being disgusted by it the next. And he
was the Prince of All Saiyans! He did not turn his
stomach, or sit awake at night with the feeling of crawling horror, because of a
bit of gore. This had to be Kakarott�s fault. The feral must have done
something to him while he was sleeping in his cave.

�� He slammed the
lid down on the toilet and flushed, twice, but the scent of his shame still
hung in the air. He brushed his teeth with vicious energy, and ordered a robot
to clean the room; it chattered its electronic confusion at being roused at
such an hour. He didn�t care. He prowled back to his bed and leapt into it,
making sure the curtains were firmly shut, and crouched snarling in the
darkness as if guarding against some imagined threat.

�� This was
ludicrous. He was a modern, rational Saiyan, not some
peabrained hairball from the primordial ooze. He had
the resources to figure out this problem � and probably a cure for his insomnia
as well. He flicked on a light and opened the capsule of books to sift through
them. Half of them were scholarly works on Saiyan
psychology, medicine, history and other dry topics. Another third were the
great classics of Saiyan literature, presumably included
for their insights into the Saiyan mindset. And the remainder were � porn. Fetish porn.
Feral fetish porn.
It was things like this that made him want to take a sledgehammer to the Dragonballs sometimes. He shoved the mountain of paper
aside, picked up the Instinctive Psychology book, and started reading.

***

�� He fell asleep
over the book, which was as dull as a rusty spoon, and woke up to the sound of
a nearby school bell. He clicked off his reading light � because a den was
supposed to be dark, dammit � and cleared up the
other books. He gritted his teeth as he recalled what he had learned.

�� Saiyans are a pair-bonding species, though unlike
other species, pairings are determined by power levels rather than gender.
Well, that wasn�t exactly news. Mated Saiyans experience major changes in behavior, including an
aversion to harming their partner, a need to protect, and increased anxiety and
defensive responses when separated. They will also refuse sexual partners other
than their mate. All of that sounded suspiciously familiar. Somewhere,
somehow that infuriating moron had mate-bonded him
against his will; he did not want to be saddled with another hanger-on that
couldn�t even talk to him. But, his subconscious whispered, a silent Kakarott was
far more congenial than Goku had ever been.

�� Mate bonding is induced and reinforced by
numerous factors. Chief among these are prolonged social contact, cooperative
hunting or work, grooming, shared sleeping quarters and sexual activity,
particularly during the spring rutt. That
explained how it had happened, if not why he had so little resistance to it.
With his instincts guiding his actions, feral Kakarott would know exactly what
to do to get what (or who) he wanted. Once
established, a mate bond typically takes four to six months to mature, being
complete by the following rutt. Which meant that it would only get worse from here. The book
went on and on about who mated who, at what age, and what other factors went
into it, but Vegeta didn�t bother to read on. He had his diagnosis: he was
stuck with a mating bond to a feral airhead, his nightmares were a result of
his instinct against harming said mate, and his time spent au naturel with a fully feral Saiyan
was bringing his own instincts more sharply to the fore. Fuck! His only
consolation was finding out that on Vegetasei,
everyone had preferred dark, enclosed spaces for sleeping in.

�� He got dressed
and stalked down to the kitchen, where he ate a raw steak for breakfast. Bulma objected, of course, but he wasn�t in the mood to
deal with her tender human sensibilities. Eating the bloody meat reminded him
of the hunt he�d shared with Kakarott; he absently extended his senses to
locate the other Saiyan. When Vegeta found him, he
knew that something was wrong � or rather, more wrong than usual. His ki was low and it fluttered like a ribbon in the wind; the
instinct to help his mate was almost a physical yank. He could admit to being
intellectually concerned as well, since very few natural dangers on this planet
should be able to do Kakarott harm. Perhaps it would be wise to investigate. He
snarled as his body practically tried to leave the room without him; he needed
to collect his equipment first. Gods and
mystic dragons, he thought, what is
it this time?

***

Ooh, cliffy! ^^ A relatively benign one by my standards �

For once I will apologize for the short chapters. This story
is not coming easily to me � I feel like I�m missing something, like leaving
the baking powder out of a cake. T_T

Next chapter: Vegeta finds out what�s wrong with Goku.
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