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::Chapter 4::

Instincts

Three days later, the Z gang were finally beginning to come to grips with
what had happened. They found ways to work around the fact of their new tails
and new personality quirks. Bra, deep into her menses, had become nearly unbearable.
Snappish and violent, she flew off the handle at any little remark and was very
hard to keep happy.
Currently most of them had gathered at Capsule Corporation, with all the
windows and doors shut, locked and covered against the full moon outside. Dr.
and Mrs. Briefs had conveniently left on a two-month long vacation. Vegeta and
Kale had retreated into an indoor training area. Goku, Trunks, Goten, Pan and
Bra sat in the main living room watching TV, with Gohan in an adjacent parlor
alone reading a book. Videl and Chi-Chi were in the kitchen, fixing dinner for
the nearly insatiable group of Saiyans, with Bulma keeping them company(since
her cooking was horrendous).
The CC Heiress sat watching as Chi-Chi and Videl converged into a flurry of
activity, absently swirling the spoon she had propped into her tea cup. After a
moment of silent dilliberation, she spoke.
"Hey has . . . Goku or Gohan been acting . . . a little strange lately
to you guys?"
"You mean BESIDES the fact that they have tails sprouting out of their
butts?" Videl quipped with a crooked grin and a look over her shoulder.
Chi-Chi chuckled and Bulma frowned, sneering.
"Yeah, besides that. I mean . . . ever since they regrew their tails it
seems to me that they're all acting a heck of a lot more pushy and violent. I
know Bra has an excuse, but the others don't."
"I don't know, maybe," Chi-Chi murmured, scrubbing diligently at
the pot in her hands. "But isn't that normal?"
"A little, yes. But Vegeta told me last night that they might be feeling
the effects of Vegetasei's Moon. And if THAT is the case, and if I understand
him correctly, the whole damn lot of them are going to get really short-fused
and sex crazy coming up here REAL soon. Something about their mating
season."
At this Chi-Chi and Videl had halted in what they were doing and turned to
look at Bulma, both with stunned looks on their faces.
"ALL of them?" Chi-Chi stuttered.
"Well Vegeta said that it only happens to mature Saiyans. They don't
hit puberty until the age of nineteen, so hopefully Goten, Bra and Pan won't be
affected. But for the rest of us, it's a given."
"Well what do WE do?" Videl insisted, crossing her arms. Bulma
shrugged at this.
"Vegeta doesn't really know, or at least he won't tell me. He says he
was too young to remember the details." Bulma suddenly frowned, turning to
look at the AGTC from out of the window near-by. "But I think I know
someone who does."

~~*~~

Bra sighed, bored out of her mind as she ran a soft bristle brush through
the long, soft hairs of her tail. She glanced at the boring old kung-fu movie
the others were watching with a sniff and a scowl, then back to her tail. She
cried out in dismay, causing the others to turn to her.
"Not another split end!" she whimpered, then carefully plucked the
offending hair from her otherwise gloriously manicured tail. Pan rolled her
eyes, her own ebony black appendage twitching absently at her side.
"I can't believe you're brushing your tail," Goten chuckled,
scratching at the back of his head through the mass of unruly black spikes
surrounding it. Bra scowled at him, then she suddenly had an idea. She grinned,
which caused him to shrink away slightly in fear and uncertainty.
"Hey Goten, have you ever thought about getting a make-over?" she
questioned sweetly, getting up and advancing on him.
"Uh . . . no," he stuttered, stepping away until his back hit the
wall.
"Please Goten?" she whimpered, batting her eyes and giving him a
pitiful look. "I'm so bored, and that would give me something to do!
Please? I promise you'll like it!" Somehow she missed his swallowing
convulsively, though from something other than fear entirely.
"I-I . . . Bra . . . ,"
"Oh, go on, Goten," Trunks called, tossing a pillow at him.
"It'll keep her occupied and trust me, you could use the attention
buddy."
"Well . . . ," he began slowly, but was suddenly interrupted.
"Great!" Bra cried, grabbing him by the hand and dragging Goten
off down the hall before he could protest further.
Goku paused.
"Um . . . won't Vegeta . . . get upset?" Trunks shrugged with a
grin, popping a handful of popcorn into his mouth.
"That's Goten's problem. At least she's out of our hair."
"You're evil," Pan snapped with a glare, and Trunks gave her a
sneering grin in return.
"I know."
"Sit right there Goten while I go get the scissors," Bra breathed
excitedly as she shoved him down into one of three beauty salon-like chairs in
one of the Briefs' larger bathrooms.
Goten gulped, gripping the arms of his chair as he stared at his reflection
in the mirror, wondering what on earth he'd gotten himself into. His tail, a
warm chocolate color, curled itself three times over around his leg for moral
support, but it didn't help. He wasn't a wimp, but the prospect of Bra near his
head and neck with a pair of sharp scissors in her current condition was not a
very comforting prospect.
"H-have you ever . . . done this sort of thing before?" Goten
questioned feebly as she snapped a plastic smock around him and velcroed it in
place around his neck.
"Not really," Bra cheerfully informed him.
He clenched the arms tighter and whimpered. She giggled.
"Relax, silly. It can't be all that difficult if high-school drop-outs
can do it. Remember, my mother is the smartest woman on the planet, and some of
that had to rub off, right? And trust me, I've forgotten more about fashion
than most girls will ever know so just sit back and breathe."
Goten squeezed his eyes shut and prayed to Dende as the shears began
snipping away, and his head began to feel lighter and lighter. Bra flipped on a
radio near by and hummed to the music as she worked, and the sound soothed the
terrified Goten somewhat. It was also rather pleasant having her so close,
slender fingers combing through his stiff hair.
Oh, he'd die before ever admitting it, even to himself.
"There, scardy cat. All done. Whatcha think?"
Goten braced himself, then slowly cracked his eyes open. The breath he'd
been holding rushed out of his lungs in a stunned whoosh. Most of his hair was
gone, cut away neatly and efficiently, shortest in the back and allowed
slightly longer up top. It was longest in the very front, a few unruly spikes
shooting up and off his forehead in a slightly flaring pattern. The style was
rather trendy at the moment, and it actually looked pretty good on him. It made
his face seem not quite so young, more mature. More a man.
After a moment, a stunned grin spread across his face.
"Hey, I like it!" he announced, reaching up and running his
fingers back through his short mane.
"Really?"
"Yeah. It's cool."
"Good," Bra announced, whipping off the smock. She grabbed his
hand and pulled him out of the chair. "Now for the outfit."
Goten allowed Bra to drag him down several other hallways, and into a huge
room. He gaped. He couldn't see how she could possibly get bored in this place.
They had everything, even their own mini-department store! Bra began rummaging
around in the shelves and racks.
"What's your size, Goten?" she questioned, turning back to look
over her shoulder at him, blue eyes blinking with curiosity. Goten turned from
gaping at the room and shrugged, feeling his face color a little.
"I . . I-I dunno . . . mom usually buys all my clothes." Bra
smirked.
"Your mother still dresses you. No surprise there, I guess," she
muttered. She sighed and came back in front of him, giving him a critical once
over. She fingered his baggy shirt, then sighed. "Take it off."
Goten's eyes widened.
"Wh-what?" She scowled.
"Your shirt, Goten. Take it off." He gave her an aghast look and
she burst out laughing. "Oh come on! We've grown up together, stupid. How
many times have you had sleep overs with Trunks? I've seen you without your
shirt on before, dummy. Just take it off so I can guess your size."
Bra rolled her eyes at Goten's nervousness as he gingerly reached back behind
himself, taking two fist-fulls of material at his back and hesitantly yanking
his shirt up and over his head. He slid the material down his arms and then
balled it in his fists, and for some reason Bra forgot to breathe.
Maybe it had been a while since she'd seen him without a shirt on . . . .
Caramel bronze skin glinted in the light, stretched taut over slabs of
well-trained muscle, a perfectly flat and ridged belly, not to mention those
mouthwatering biceps and pecs. Combined with his new hair-style and those big
dark eyes, and he currently had the cutest blush on his face . . . .
Bra blinked, then shook her head. WHOA! This was Goten she was looking at.
GOTEN SON. Her big brother's best friend since before she was even born. He was
more like another big brother to her, definitely not a prospect to drool over.
She shook herself out of whatever weirdness that had briefly overcome her, then
marched up closer and gauged his sizes. Once she'd gotten a good idea, Bra
turned back to the shelves.
Unconsciously, Bra began to pick out clothes that would fit tight on his
tall frame and show off all the attributes she wanted to see. After she'd found
him a complete outfit, shoes and all, she sent him into a back room to change.
After several minutes, and a life threat, Goten slowly emerged from the
bathroom, his face redder than a tomato.
But even then, he looked good. Damn good. Bra had selected a pair of
deliciously tight blue jeans and a wide brown belt. To go with it a thick white
sweater-material shirt with a half-circle neck, long-sleeved and tucked in. On
his feet were a pair of dark brown leather boots, tucked under the pants. (AN:
This is nearly exactly what he wears in the beginning of GT, minus the sneakers
and the undershirt)
Apparently he'd blasted a hole in the pants, because his warm brown tail
currently twirled and shifted behind his legs in clear uncertainty.
"Wow," she breathed, eyes wide.
"I dunno," Goten murmured, "d-d'you really think it's
me?"
"Oh yeah," she answered with a grin. "If this doesn't get you
laid Goten, I dunno what will!"
"Bra!" Goten protested, his blush darkening, causing her to burst
out laughing again. He really was adorable. She grabbed his hand again, then
began dragging him back out of the room.
"C'mon, we gotta go show the others."

~~*~~

Marron sighed rather blandly as she made her way through the halls and
corridors of Capsule Corporation, doing her utmost to track down her two
friends. Goten, Bra, Pan and Trunks had all been absent from school for the
past three days, trying to get used to their tails and how to walk straight.
Naturally she'd been elected to pick up their homework assignments and deliver
them tonight. Which she didn't mind doing so much, so long as she could just
FIND Bra and Goten and give them their work so she could go home!
She passed by a half-open doorway, heard movement inside and so turned her
footsteps toward it and approached. Marron gently pushed on the portal,
swinging it wide.
"Bra? Gote-e--oh my GOD!!"
Stunned, Marron fell back again, greeted with a sight she hadn't intended to
see. It wasn't Bra or Goten that stood in the room, but the new Saiyan, the one
that had crash-landed a month and a half ago. Apparently he'd just finished
taking a shower, because he stood in front of the mirrored bureau, dripping wet
with nothing but a long white towel wrapped percariously around a pair of
narrow, muscled hips. Marron felt her face flame, eyes wide.
Kale just smirked at her reaction, absently wringing the water from his long
black hair and giving the pretty blonde a once over with narrowed, calculating
eyes. If the Blue Moon was going to zenieth soon, he'd need to choose a female
to mate with. He had briefly thought of Vegeta's daughter but quickly dismissed
that option, having every desire to remain breathing in THIS dimension.
But this one . . . this human . . . would suffice QUITE nicely. She wore
some curious little earth clothes at the moment, a pink, skirted jumper and
white blouse, with her brilliant blond hair pulled into two pig-tails that fell
down her back. She clutched an armload of books and other such materials to her
chest, her eyes flared and her mouth wide-open.
Kale let her gawk for a few more moments, his tail absently flicking back
and forth beneath the towel, then he turned back to the mirror, continuing to
towel out his unruly mane of hair again.
"You were looking for something?" he questioned, voice pitched
soft and low, purposefully trying to fluster her.
It worked. She nearly dropped her things, stuttering, her blush growing
deeper. Finally she managed to blurt, "I-I was just looking for Bra and
Goten."
"Well they're back in the living-room now," came a voice from down
the hall, causing both to whirl. Bulma approached, expression bland.
"They're right down that way Marron. Why don't you go ahead and go give
them their homework, I need to talk to Kale for a minute."
"S-sure," Marron breathed, thankfully slipping away and nearly
running back down the hallway in the other direction. Kale watched her go with
a slight pout, then sighed and turned back to Vegeta's mate.
"However I may serve, Princess," he murmured, dropping slightly in
a bow, which caused her to snort.
"The boot-licking is appreciated, but not necessary, Kale. And word to
the wise, I'd leave Marron alone. Her mother wouldn't take kindly to you
sniffing at her skirts. 18's a bit touchy about that sort of thing." That
made him frown slightly but sigh in resignation.
"What is it that I may do for you . . . Bulma," he finally
murmured, the name sounding odd on his lips, unused to using it. Bulma sighed
and came farther into his room, arms crossing.
"I've been studying up on your sector of the universe, and I have
reason to believe that your moon is going to reach it's full phase sometime in
the next month." Kale had turned back to his preening, seemingly not
paying any attention to what she was saying. Bulma, however, had gotten
well-used to this tactic from Vegeta over the years, so continued undaunted.
"Vegeta says that the 'Blue Moon' makes Saiyans edgy and hormonal,
something about a mating season." Kale only nodded. "Well what
exactly does that mean?"
He hesitated, then shrugged.
"It is not something that should be discussed between those who are not
mated." Bulma scowled.
"Look, Kale, Vegeta says he was too young to know or remember what this
Blue Moon festival is like. You're the only one who knows what's going to
happen, and since it was your stupid wishes that got us into this mess in the
first place, I think you have an obligation to tell me what to expect!"
Kale remained stubbornly silent, and finally after a moment Bulma scowled.
"Don't make me pull rank on you, Saiyan." That made him groan, and
finally turn back to her with a grin.
"You catch on fast, woman. You ask as my Princess?" Bulma nodded,
and he sighed with a shrug. "During the Erosa-Kalieltana , all Saiyan are
brought back to their primitive side," he began, leaning back against the
dresser and crossing his arms. "The animal side. Kind of like what our
Ancestors were, long ago. More of beast than man." This made Bulma blanche
and he smiled. "Not completely, but we taste what it would have been like
to be alive in those ancient times. Back on Vegetasei, the Erosa-Kalieltana was
a time of much celebration and widely relished by all Saiyan. No mature male or
female between the ages of 19 and 70 could refuse the pull of the Blue Moon.
The male chooses a female to mate with and then he . . . persues her. L-like .
. . a game of sorts." He paused, searching for the right termenology. "What
is your human phrase . . . like cat and dogs?"
Bulma smirked, then corrected, "Like cat and mouse." He grinned
and nodded.
"Yes, cat and mouse. The male will persue the female, and it is up to
her whether or not she resists or submits to him." At this, Kale's grin
turned wolfish. "Of coarse, they ALWAYS submit eventually."
Bulma's expression grew slightly worried and she crossed her arms, hugging
at herself.
"Well that might not be such a big problem for other Saiyans, or maybe
even Chi-Chi and Videl, but look at me Kale! Vegeta could squish me with his
pinkie finger!"
At that, all humor left his face and he scowled, straightening with a jerk.
"I realize that your ignorance has made you speak thus, and so I will
attempt to overlook the grave insult you have just dealt your mate," he
snarled, causing Bulma to reel back first with shock, then glower and attempt
to speak. Kale raised a hand to stop her however, his expression still stern
and unbending. "Even if caught up into the deepest throes of Madness, a
Saiyan would not harm a single hair on the head of his Bond Mate," he
announced loftily. "You do Vegeta a great injustice to conceave he has so
little willpower, or to think that he would be capable of harming you."
Bulma was unable to speak, or resist when Kale gently took her by the
shoulders and shoved her out of his room, citing that he needed to get dressed
and that she was in his way. Bulma remained motionless for a moment, staring at
his closed door, then turned and hurried back into the kitchen to tell Chi-Chi
and Videl the newest.

~~*~~

Goten somehow managed to survive through the "showing off" phase
with many compliments and only a few snickers. He didn't like at all the
scowl-heavy, measuring look that Vegeta shot him though, his narrowed black
eyes alight with a calculating glitter that gave young Goten the creeps. He may
have been a good guy for a few years now, but the Prince of the Saiyan could
still utilize a damn good "glower-of-death" when it suited him.
Goten's "training session" with the moody Vegeta was still too fresh
in his mind, as well, for him to lightly pass off the look either.
The next morning Vegeta actually had a considerate thought, or at least it
seemed so at first glance. He'd decided to have a group sparring session out in
the huge CC backyard, to work off the tensions that had built among all of the
cooped-up and restless Saiyans the night prior, and also due somewhat to the
fact that the Blue Moon was near to rising.
It was a very thoughtful and sensible decision on Vegeta's part . . . that
and he wanted another crack at Goku, and this was the perfect excuse.
So that early morning the air was alight with fists flying and loud cries of
exertion, as the mighty Titans clashed. Of coarse, Vegeta paired with Goku,
mainly because they were the only ones that could give the other any sort of
workout anymore. Goten and Kale teamed up against the older Gohan who, though
he'd not trained in a long time, still managed to hold his own against the
younger men. Bra didn't have much training to fight, and besides, in her
condition, a few punches weren't enough to ease the tension that gripped HER.
That left Trunks with Pan.
The young Prince glowered distastefully as he dropped into a fighting
stance, dressed in his training clothes. He was hoping to get the chance to
plant a few dents in that arrogant prick Kale's face, but to no avail. Instead
he faced off with little Panny, who's scowl was heavy and expression fiercely
determined. So she wasn't going to just roll over and take this one, eh? Maybe
she'd put up a bit of a challenge. Apparently she was still pissed at him for
what he'd said to her a few weeks ago and eager to get a little revenge.
The little sprite had doffed her orange bandanna, and her soft black hair
flew loose and heavily down past her shoulders, straight as wheat. She wore her
slightly baggy blue jeans, the cuffs rolled up, and a simple red halter-top to
go along with the fingerless black gloves she'd donned onto her now tightly
clenching fists. Her black tail waved tauntingly behind her as she crouched,
restless and adgitated, and the movement caught his attention for a brief
moment. Dropping his guard.
"C'mon pretty boy, let's see what you got," she snarled, then
abruptly launched herself at him with a loud cry.
Trunks barely missed the fist she had aimed at his face, and as a result
took her knee to the gut that much harder. He grimaced and doubled over, just
in time to meet up with her other fist in a vicious upper-cut. His head threw
back with a slight yell, yet he still managed to block her well-aimed kick to
his ribs and shove her back. She stumbled a little, surprise on her face, then
scowled again and launched herself back at him.
They each released a fury of blows and blocks, phasing in and out of normal sight
as they cavorted a deadly dance around the compound, quickly moving out of
sight from the others. Neither of them seemed to be able to get any good hits
in to the other for several minutes, the tides shifting back and forth, back
and forth. Finally Pan pulled back and landed a solid punch to Trunks' arrogant
face, knocking him back.
Trunks reared back hard and stumbled to a stop, his head turned slightly.
Then he very slowly turned back, wiping at the tiny trickle of blood slipping
from the corner of his mouth with the back of one hand. He glowered down at
Pan's shorter form, a dark glitter suddenly flaring to life in his blue eyes,
as if something inside of himself had just snapped. Then he smirked; an
entirely dark, wicked sort of smirk that made Pan pause, blinking with
confusion.
Trunks panted slightly, staring down at Pan now with a completely different
outlook on the situation before him, his dark tail swinging slightly behind his
legs. Something . . . strange was starting to overtake him. Some kind of . . .
need . . . . The primal stirrings swirled low in his belly like an eager
rattlesnake, just begging for the chance to strike. Unknown to him, his
long-dormant Saiyan blood began to burn hot and out of control, forcing his
baser instincts to the fore and shoving his rational human qualities to the
wayside. All of the frustration, all of the anger and restless rage that had
infused him over the past few weeks bubbled up to the surface and Trunks became
that which was his ancestors . . .
The Madness took him.
Trunks, now with the feral mentality of a full-blooded Saiyan male at his
peak, chuckled softly, his smirk widening into a toothy grin.
"Very good, Panny," he murmured softly, even his voice slightly
different than normal. Deeper and slightly growling . . . more aggressive.
Pan blinked with confusion and even a slight bit of fear, her eyes slightly
widened.
"Trunks?" she questioned hesitantly. "What . . . what's the
matter with you all of a sudden? A-are you . . . all right?"
"Oh don't stop now, little one," he encouraged, then moved so
quickly Pan couldn't follow his movements. She only knew that one mintue he was
there in front of her and in the very next he wasn't, and then suddenly there
was a fiery pain in the center of her back.
She cried out and hit her hands and knees from Trunks' well-placed elbow to
the spine. Before she could react or even attempt to regain her bearings, Pan
was flipped forcefully onto her back in the grass, her arms yanked up and
pinned above her head. And then Trunks was there, laying on top of her, pinning
her to the ground and staring her right in the face with that evil grin
twisting his mouth. Pan felt herself shiver all over, her highly receptive
senses overloaded with a strange mixture of utter fear and then a weird,
intoxicating pull of hunger.
The human side of her was whimpering for him to get off of her . . . the
Saiyan side was growling for him to get on with it.
"Don't tell me that's all you've got, Gha-hashi," Trunks suddenly
purred, low and deep, just before his mouth slanted firmly over hers in a
brutal kiss.
Vegeta froze several yards away, his eyes wide, having easily caught the
alien term of his long-since dead homeland. In Saiyan tongue, 'Gha-hashi'
roughly translated into "my desire." He turned to Kale, who had
turned to him as well. Both of their expressions dissolved into confusion. If
Kale hadn't said it and if HE hadn't said it, then who in the hell . . . .
Everyone else stopped in what they were doing, trying to figure out what was wrong
and why Vegeta and Kale looked so spooked.
Meanwhile, just beyond their line of vision, Trunks continued to kiss the
female beneath him into a hazed stupor, wringing a slight whimper from her
throat. She shifted a little, squirmed, then her whole body suddenly went lax
with desire. He lifted slightly at this, teeth nipping dangerously at her soft
bottom lip before drawing back completely. She merely sighed, head lolling a
little to the side with her dark eyes closed. This bared the soft white expanse
of a very slender, very delectable neck. Now he did grin, then bent again to
nuzzle at that tempting flesh, grazing his lips and slightly fanged teeth down
the length of it. Her whole body gave a violent shudder at that, then a loud
moan.
Trunks continued to nibble at her neck, eyes closed, completely lost now
into the Need. Instinctually he began feeling out all that this little female
beneath him offered; how her scent mingled so pleasantly in his brain, how her
skin tasted so sweet, how her slender little frame fit his so perfectly, how
her fiery nature matched so well with his own. Making his decision, Trunks
gently nudged the hem of her red shirt aside and carefully opened his mouth
over the slightly fleshy junction that met her neck to her shoulder, setting
his teeth. And then he bit down, hard.
Pan's eyes flew open with a start and then she released a blood-curdling
scream. In the blink of an eye Gohan was around the corner in the direction of
where his daughter had cried out. He stalled in his tracks at the sight that
greeted him, for a moment too stunned to react.
Trunks was laying on top of Pan, obviously pinning and holding her there
against her will. Pan's face was turned to the side with a slightly glazed-over
expression, and Gohan tensed as he felt Trunks beginning to fire up his ki.
Without thinking further or waiting to see what in the hell he was doing, the
enraged father leapt forward, grabbed the younger Saiyan by the scruff of his
shirt and then bodily threw him aside.
Trunks tumbled end over end several feet back and did not get back up for a
moment, dazed.
Pan cried out as soon as the contact was broken, curling in upon herself and
clutching at the wound that bled down the side of her neck with a sob.
The others looked on, stunned into brief immobility, as Trunks suddenly
leapt back to his feet and then reared back, releasing a furious scream. His
eyes flashed into two bright orbs of white before his entire body was suddenly
engulfed in golden flames, the ground around him ripping apart and flying back
at the power he was releasing. He crouched slightly afterward, his hair flaring
back into wild golden spikes and his now brilliant green eyes narrowing onto
Gohan. His golden tail thrashed back and forth, completely bristled with his
rage as he sized up this new threat. How DARE this male come between him and
his new mate?! Trunks NEEDED to mate NOW . . . to stop this Madness . . . and
he would kill all those who got in his way.
In a split instant the completely berserked Trunks closed the distance
between himself and a startled Gohan, pounding the older man into the dirt with
one blow and then he commenced to whaling into his unprotected face with a
barrage of ki blasts. Goten launched himself at his best friend and managed to
tackle the teen off of his older brother, then cried out as Trunks suddenly
ripped him off and effortlessly tossed him aside like a rag-doll.
An undaunted Trunks started prowling back toward his fallen prey, then froze
as another form suddenly appeared before him. The slightly shorter male stood
blank-faced and unafraid, arms crossed arrogantly as his lime green eyes stared
right into Trunks's own, blocking his path. Trunks crouched again, snarling
threateningly at his father, though he had no clue that it was him. Trunks only
knew that this was another male trying to come in between him and his intended
mate. And for this, the male was going to die as well.
Vegeta merely stood, cold and imapssive, then suddenly glanced to the side
slightly and nodded. Trunks tensed up and started to turn, but by then it was
too late. Goku, who had powered into super Saiyan and come up behind Trunks
while the younger Saiyan was distracted, now reared back and released a
well-aimed hit to the base of his neck.
Trunks, reverted back to normal, fell face first into the grass, thrown into
complete unconsciousness.
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Saiyan Instinct

::Chapter 4::

Instincts