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Chapter contributed by : lynnwood84

::Chapter 7::

Blue Moon Rising

The Blue Moon had risen.
Unknown to this fact, Pan stood in the darkened kitchen of Capsule
Corporation at around 10 o'clock that night, dressed in one of Trunks's button
up, long-sleeved shirts that was way too big for her. The hem fell to her knees
with the sleeves far-surpassing her hands. Pan was forced to roll them up as
she absently tossed together her fourth sandwich in ten minutes, absolutely
famished.
Over the past week and a half Trunks had been keeping her . . . well, QUITE
busy. She felt her face heat just thinking about it; her face among OTHER
places of her anatomy, and she silently marveled at herself. A body would think
that after a solid week and a half of practically non-stop sex one would get
tired of it. Apparently not, because even as she thought about him now she
wanted him again. Pan sighed somewhat heavily, doing her best to ignore her
raging hormones for the moment so she could ease the growling in her belly.
And SHE wasn't the instigator, Trunks was ten times worse than her. He was
absolutely INSATIABLE. If he wasn't inside of her he was right next to her,
stuck to her side like glue and unwilling to leave it. He'd been following her
around like a lost puppy these past few days, right on her heels, unwilling to
let her out of his sight or stray very far from his reach. He'd become very
possessive of her here recently too, even toward the rest of his family. She'd
managed to get away from him briefly at the moment because the half-breed
prince was currently holed up in the bathroom.
She sighed. Apparently everything that was going on between them had
something to do with some Blue Moon or something . . . on top of them being in
the middle of what Vegeta called a "Joining Period." Well Pan
certainly wasn't complaining about the amount of attention she was getting from
the guy she'd been dreaming of non-stop for the past ten years or so.
Pan smirked slightly at that. It was a little strange . . . if she stopped
to think about it. That she and Trunks were ACTUALLY together. One good thing
about being a Saiyan, to truly Bond with someone you had to really care about
them . . . REALLY care about them. But Pan simply avoided thinking about such
things too hard or too much, because if she did then these annoying little
doubts and concerns would start invading her mind and make her start to worry
incessantly, and usually over nothing. She simply let things happen as they
would.
Pan absently reached up now and sucked off the extra mustard from her thumb
before going back to making another sandwich. But the sixteen year old suddenly
tensed when two hands curled tight around her hips from behind and a fuzzy tail
slipped between her legs, beginning on a dangerous upward ascent. She gasped a
little as Trunks yanked her back full flush up against his taller frame, and
then leaned down to nip at the back of her neck. Apparently, from what she
could tell, he was only wearing a pair of drawstring pants and they did NOTHING
to hide the fact that he wanted her again.
"Oh Trunks, not now!" she whimpered helplessly as the obviously
aroused Saiyan Prince let his hands slide up from her hips to cup her breasts,
teasing her mercilessly. She mewled again, squirming a little in his grasp when
he didn't let her go, just continued to fondle her without pity. "But
Trunks, I'm HUNGRY!"
"So am I," was his growling answer, the tip of his tongue slipping
maddeningly along the shell of her ear.
Pan briefly fought a war within herself. One side wanted to give into him,
already wanting her mate and the pleasure he could give her again with a
fierceness that was somewhat startling. The other side wanted to refuse him . .
. to try and resist . . . to make him fight for her, make him prove to her that
he deserved to be her mate.
As Trunks started undoing the buttons of the shirt she wore, Pan came to her
decision. With a sudden growl she hauled back and elbowed him in the gut, hard
enough to bruise but not do any real damage. He released her and stumbled back
with a startled yelp, hitting the wall behind them. Pan whirled, eyes narrowed
and black tail whipping around with her raised temper.
"I SAID in a MINUTE!" she snarled, eyes narrowed with her fury.
Trunks continued to stare, blue eyes wide and blinking, then he grinned.

~~*~~

The Blue Moon had risen.
Unaware, Videl glanced up from the book she was reading, casting her husband
a worried look. Gohan sat near-by at his desk, one hand holding his head up as
he leaned over a stack of papers, his expression scowling and blacker-than-sin
for no apparent reason at all. Videl herself was forced to sit in one of the
chairs near-by, in clear view, because for some reason today Gohan had been
absolutely adamant that she not leave his sight.
All day he'd followed her around, making excuses to be near her if he had
to. He was also downright cranky, more so than usual, at least since his tail
had been restored. Several times during the day he'd actually even growled
under his breath, like an animal or something. But what really bothered her the
most was that he'd not once mentioned the fact that he was going to be going
into heat soon. It was like he was trying to keep it a secret, and was dead set
in fighting it. It hurt her feelings slightly, and Videl wondered why Gohan was
trying so hard to hold himself in check. Did he not want to sleep with her
anymore or something? She had to admit, it had been a while since the last time
. . . .
Videl watched now as his long brown tail thrashed back and forth every now
and then, restless and agitated, much like it's owner. The Blue Moon must have
finally risen, for him to be so edgy and off-balance. And if he wasn't going to
do anything about it, then by Kami she would. Videl set her book aside, then
stood and approached.
"Gohan, babe, you're crushing the paper weight."
Startled, he reared up slightly and gazed down at the now completely
disfigured brass cube he'd been clutching in one fist. With a loud sigh and a
glare he tossed the thing onto the desk, causing it to clatter loudly to the
other side.
"Sorry," he grumbled, running a hand back through his short mane.
"I'll get another one tomorrow or something."
Videl just shook her head, then slowly eased herself down onto the edge of
the desk at his side. She crossed her legs then, forcing her white bathrobe to
fall open and the short hem of the turquoise nightgown she wore beneath it to
ride up dangerously high. Like a magnet, Gohan's dark eyes were immediately
drawn from his papers to the lovely display she'd just put under his nose. She
watched him stare for a moment, then lick his lips almost absently, which made
her grin. Videl turned her head slightly so he wouldn't notice until she was
able to regain control, then turned back, expression carefully manufactured
into a concerned and wifely look.
"Why don't you just tell me what's wrong?" she gently demanded.
"Huh?" he didn't even look at her for a moment, then seemed to
shake himself. "What? Oh, nothing. Nothing's wrong."
Gohan turned briskly back to his papers and Videl frowned. She eased closer,
her hand suddenly reaching up to brush back that one lock of hair that always
fell over his brow.
"Are you sure?" she breathed, purposefully pitching her voice low
and husky.
By no mistake, the top of her bathrobe had fallen open as she leaned over,
and right in front of his face. Gohan just stared at her chest like a wounded
animal, then actually trembled under her touch.
"Uh Videl, I-I-I don't think you should do that."
"And why not?" she murmured playfully. At this he suddenly
scowled, a dark and dangerous light coming to his expression, one she'd
glimpsed at all day long but hadn't actually seen full out until now. Videl
could only stare, enthralled at this sudden change in him.
"Because I'm about two seconds away from losing my composure," he
snarled, taking her hand and holding it away from his person. "And I don't
think you'll like what happens if I do."
Videl knew she had no reason to be afraid of him, Bulma had told her that
much. So instead of being balked by his threat she grinned, then suddenly slipped
down into his lap before Gohan could protest. She felt his whole body lock up
with shock and he stared down at her, dark eyes very wide and confused. Videl
now straddled him in the huge office chair that he sat in, and could feel quite
well the obvious proof of his need of her, pressing rudely into her
nether-region. She continued to smile, her hands lifting up to lock around his
neck and force Gohan's head down to her.
When he neared Videl tilted up slightly and very gently kissed the tip of
his nose, then replied to his previous threat,
"Try me."

~~*~~

The Blue Moon had risen.
Oblivious, Chi-Chi went about her nightly routine, washing the supper dishes
and putting them away into the draining bin. Yet she couldn't seem to shake off
the feeling that she was being watched, and frequently turned about to stare at
where Goku sat in the main room, flipping restlessly through the channels.
He'd been acting strangely all day long, following her around everywhere she
went and practically underneath her feet. He was also uncharacteristically
short-tempered and . . . well, a little mean to tell the truth. At least to
everyone but her.
For example, earlier that day Chi-Chi had answered the door to find that the
mail man had arrived to give them a parcel of some sort. And for some reason
the guy had been inspired to flirt a little with her as she signed the release
form. Goku hadn't been at ALL pleased. He'd had actually GROWLED at the fellow
when he'd asked Chi-Chi what her name was. Literally growled. Then,
"Listen pal, your job isn't to ask her what her name is," he'd
snapped roughly, reaching out around a stunned Chi-Chi to snatch the parcel out
of an equally stunned mail-man's hands. "It's to deliver the mail. You
delivered the mail. Now beat it."
And then Goku had slammed the door in his face. When Chi-Chi started to
upbraid him for it, instead of hanging his head or even looking the least bit
contrite, Goku had merely shrugged off her words and replied,
"He shouldn't have tried to take what's mine."
Goku had never been so possessive of her, and she couldn't EVER remember him
getting in the least bit jealous of another man before, in all the years that
they'd been married. Chi-Chi bit her lip. Perhaps that Moon thing that Bulma
was talking about was going to happen tonight. If so, she had to go and get
ready before Goku ended up pouncing on her. She wasn't going to be caught out
in the open with her guard down!
With this in mind Chi-Chi put up the last dish, then turned around . . . and
ended colliding solidly with something tall, warm and unyieldingly hard.
She gasped, reeling back slightly after colliding into Goku's massive chest.
He helpfully reached out and steadied her, his long-fingered hands wrapping
securely around her tiny waist, gently squeezing. Wide eyed, Chi-Chi stared up
at him, startled. He was looking down at her with the oddest look on his face,
mostly blank but with a strange sort of glint in his black eyes that put her
nerves on edge.
"G-Goku!" she gasped, reaching up to her chest. "You startled
me!"
"Sorry Chi-Chi," he murmured, smirking a little. "Didn't mean
to scare ya." He still didn't release her waist, his powerful fingers
keeping her right where she was and immobile. Chi-Chi cleared her throat, then
did her best to appear confident and unshaken.
"Listen Goku, I'm fine now. You can let go of my waist, I'm not going
to fall." He hesitated, then slowly released her as she'd asked. Chi-Chi
let loose a thankful sigh. "Well, I'm just going to go get a bath and then
it's off to bed."
She half expected him to gainsay her, but Goku merely shrugged and smiled,
the slightly care-free and vacant expression on his face seeming slightly
strained somehow.
"Sure Chi-Chi, whatever," was his light answer. "I just think
I'll stay up a little longer and watch some more TV."
Chi-Chi left the kitchen then to go prepare the large tub outside, highly
suspicious.
And her suspicions were well-warranted, though she had no clue of it. For as
she left, Goku turned to watch her. The faintly blank expression wiped clear
off his face as his narrowed dark eyes centered on her slender hips, gently
swaying with every move. He hated to see her go but . . . damn, did he ever
love to watch her leave. Goku grinned then, a dark and hungry sort of grin, as
his tail swung eagerly behind his legs. He rubbed his hands together in abject
anticipation. Chi-Chi was going to make him chase her, he could feel it. He
didn't mind, up for any sort of challenge. She wouldn't be able to get away for
very long anyway. They never could.

~~*~~

The Blue Moon had risen.
Uncaring, Bulma glared hard out of the windshield of her car, silently
fuming. Earlier that day Vegeta had insisted they leave the compound, saying
that the Saiyan's full moon was going to rise that night and that he didn't
want to be around his children when the time came. Obviously, with a statement
like that, Bulma had been quite excited by the possibilities.
Now, however, she was becoming rather disappointed.
They'd been driving for a good two hours in a completely random direction,
far outside of the city now. Vegeta hadn't made one move toward her all night,
and in fact seemed quite bored with the whole situation. He sat leaning with
one arm on the door, staring off into the night and not even looking in her direction.
And if he DID speak to her it was curt, snarling and to the point. He'd made
more passes at her under normal circumstances than he was now, when he was
supposed to be sex-crazed and unable to keep his hands off her. This made Bulma
wonder for a moment if all of this had been some sort joke or gag or something.
Vegeta wasn't the joking sort but . . . Dende, this was getting to be
ridiculous. Or worse . . . what if he didn't plan on mating with her at all?
What if this Blue Moon thing messed with his head and he was planning on
seeking out some other girl, some random chick off the street . . . .
Bulma suddenly gasped as another unpleasant thought struck her, affected
enough by it that she suddenly pulled over with a screech, then turned off the
car. Vegeta stirred for the first time in a solid half hour to fix her with an
annoyed glare.
"What's wrong now, woman?" She gripped the steering wheel.
"Won't Kale be going into heat too?" Vegeta's eyebrow twitched.
"Of coarse."
"Well who in the hell is he going to sleep with then? Not Bra!" At
that Vegeta snorted, then turned back to his window.
"Not even the Blue Moon could make him THAT bold."
"Well who then?" Vegeta sighed rather loudly.
"How am I supposed to know, woman?! Probably a nameless human girl he
finds in the city." Bulma scowled.
"We can't let him go out and rape some poor woman off the street,
Vegeta!" She reached down to turn the keys, only to find that they weren't
there. Startled, she whirled to Vegeta in time to see him idly bending them in
half, one by one.
"Might I ask just what in the hell do you think you're doing?" she
screechingly demanded
"Do not concern yourself with other males," was his only reply,
voice sounding different somehow, deeper and more rough. Bulma made a furious
sound in the back of her throat, not even bothering to puzzle out his odd
statement, then threw the door open and got out.
"I'll concern myself with whatever and WHOMEVER the hell I want to
concern myself with, thank you very much!" she snapped, beginning to stalk
back down the road from whence she'd come. Her plan? To walk back to Satan City
and get a cab then go home and let Vegeta's HAND take care of any mating
rituals he needed to do tonight.
However, Bulma didn't get very far in her planned trek before, all of a
sudden, a powerful hand closed around her throat and jerked her to a stop. She
issued a slight little frightened squeak of surprise as the hand hauled her
backward and up against a very wide, muscular and VERY familiar frame. Vegeta
bent his head slightly, nuzzling the pale skin of one shoulder with his nose
and brow, his breath fanning hot against it as well and giving her goose-flesh.
"Then might I suggest little one," he suddenly growled, soft and
low, "that you begin to concern yourself with your OWN predicaments
instead of others."

~~*~~
The Blue Moon had risen.
Bra, however, could care less. She sat in her room, her knees tucked to her
chest as she perched on her bed in the darkness. She was crying, but more from
outright rage than hurt. Oh the hurt was there too, was it EVER, but the fury
was stronger. More potent. How DARE he?! His SISTER?! Sure, she had referred to
Goten as a brother in the past but that was before . . . the JERK! Goten had
not called or shown himself at all at Capsule Corporation since the pool
incident, telling Trunks he felt a little under the weather when the
lavender-haired jerk finally got around to asking him about his absence.
Bra threw herself back onto her bed with a loud sigh and a sob, the fans
going full blast in her room doing nothing to cool off her fevered flesh. She
was still so hot she could hardly stand it. That day in pool had only made her
feel worse, too, if such were possible. The Saiyan in her was beginning to
scream for release. She whimpered a little, clenching her legs together and
trying to get the ache to go away.
She couldn't stand it anymore! She had . . . had to . . . .
Suddenly not caring anymore about the consequences and filled with a devious
purpose, Bra sat up and reached for her phone. She dialed Sean's number, who'd
been calling non-stop every other hour for the past week trying to get a hold
of her. After a moment she hung up again, with plans set to meet him at the
park. Bra got up and went into her closet, searching out her skimpiest outfit
and then hurriedly dressed.
It consisted of a snug black leather mini-skirt that barely managed to cover
her decently, black stockings and then a skin-tight red halter top which she
wore no bra beneath on purpose. Bra then tugged on her red boots that zipped up
to her thighs, then her arm-gloves as well. She hurried into her bathroom,
brushing out her hair and then pulling it up into a high ponytail, putting on a
touch of makeup to hide the bags beneath her eyes. Then she put on her gold
choker and loop earrings. Once finished Bra stepped back to look at herself
with a critical air.
She looked awfully slutty . . . . Bra scowled then, fists clenching. Good.
All the better.
Bra stalked over to her window and threw it open, so angry and frustrated
and tormented she didn't care anymore about what she was doing or what it would
result in. No one would even notice her gone, probably. They were all too busy
doing their own thing to care about her.
Bra carefully scaled down the side of the wall, using her ki slightly to
make herself lighter. She didn't know how to fight but Vegeta had taught her
how to fly when she was little and she still remembered how to utilize those
powers slightly despite horrible disuse. Once she reached the ground Bra hurried
off the compound and in the direction of the park, stoutly ignoring that tiny
creep of common sense that was screaming for her to turn right back around and
go home.
If Goten wasn't going to make her feel better, her raging hormones reasoned
coldly, then she was just going to have to find somebody else who would.

~*~

The Blue Moon had risen.
Goten didn't care, far too busy at the moment to give a damn about any moon
or it's phases. He grinned in pure, primal, male satisfaction as he held the
female in his arms completely prone, bringing her to the very brink of insane
desire with the mere touch of his hand. She had made him chase her at first,
the little minx, but she'd wanted him to catch her. They always did. He reveled
now in this newfound power that he had discovered, to make this beautiful
female moan and whimper like this, to make her scream with need. To make her
want him so very badly.
He leaned over her now as she continued to pant and squirm, eyes squeezed
shut tight as she tossed her pretty little head slightly with her anxious
cries. In one long thrust he was deep inside her, the warm walls of her
entrance drenched with the moisture he'd made her create. She released a long,
drawn out and reedy cry, her tiny hands clutching frantically at the curve of
his shoulders as her whole back arched clear up off the ground.
"How badly do you want me?" he growled, not caring about the
difference in his own voice, how much deeper and more aggressive it's tone had
become. Goten slowly rocked his hips, keeping his motions slow and deliberate,
maddeningly so. The female nearly sobbed, fingernails biting into his flesh
desperately but Goten didn't care.
"Tell me how much," he continued to lure tantalizingly, in a soft
snarl. Finally her eyes fluttered open to stare up at him, that pale and pretty
blue . . . off-set so wonderfully by her soft mane of aqua green hair.
"Goten . . . ."
With a strangled cry Goten wrenched awake, drenched with sweat . . . that
among other things. He groaned piteously, collapsing back again with a loud and
angry sigh, then slowly crawled out from under his sheets to carefully
discarded of his soiled boxer shorts and dress in a new pair. This was the
third time this week! That same damn dream kept haunting him; of him caught up
into some kind of male-chauvinist power trip, getting off on practically
torturing Bra as he made love to her. If he could even call it that. Quite
frankly it's implications were starting to scare the hell out of him.
Goten released another heavy, restless sigh, coming over to stand by his
window and stare out at the night sky. His tail gently thrashed behind his legs
as he gazed up at the moon and stars, uneasy now and not quite sure why.
Without even thinking about it Goten sensed out her ki. He was expecting to
feel her deep within Capsule Corporation Compound at this time of night, so
when he didn't and instead found her several miles away in the park near-by it
was cause for him pause, stunned. What on earth would she be doing out at this
time of night . . . ?
Goten stiffened with shock as he suddenly sensed another life-force with
her, very weak but male . . . and VERY close to her. And then a different
sensation all together gripped his innards, one that burned like no belief and
made him ache . . . to rip someone's head off.
With a loud snarl Goten shoved his window open and then blasted out without
another thought, shooting across the night sky like an angry comet. He clenched
his fists at his sides, teeth grinding in abject fury. How DARE some other male
get anywhere NEAR her?! She was HIS!!! Goten screamed out as he blasted over
the sea, throwing an immense wall of water out in all directions as his body
was suddenly engulfed in roaring golden flames.
Powered to super Saiyan, his speeds only increased, so that in no time at
all he'd arrived to the position his wayward female had drifted. Goten touched
down into the grass near-by where Bra was sitting on a bench with Sean Asgrove,
the force of his landing ripping up huge chunks of earth and throwing them
aside.
Eyes wide, both of his startled audience shot to their feet, though their
reactions were very different. Sean released a loud scream and then pounced
fearfully over the bench to huddle and hide. Bra clenched her fists and
released an infuriated sound of her own.
"What in the hell do you think you're doing Goten?!" she
screeched. "Get out of here!"
At this Sean raised up, frowning.
"Goten?" he questioned. "Goten Son? How . . .?"
Goten merely stared at Sean, not even acknowledging Bra's words, fists still
clenched with fury and his pale green eyes narrowed with it as well.
"Stay away from her," he advised in a very low and growling voice,
golden tail thrashing.
"Don't tell him what to do," Bra snapped, crossing her arms with a
jerk. "He can be near me if I say he can."
"Yeah," Sean agreed , shakily getting to his feet. "It's not
like she's your girlfriend or anything."
In the blink of an eye Goten rushed at the insolent male, shoving him back
against a near-by brick embankment by the neck, unfortunately causing Sean's
head to crack back against it as well with a sickening thump.
"She's MINE!" he screamed in the male's face, uncaring of the fact
that Sean's eyes had long since rolled back into the back of his head. He'd
slumped completely in Goten's grasp, unconscious, but the enraged Saiyan drew
back to slam him into the wall again.
But in the next instant he was tumbling down into the grass, dropping Sean
on the way. Stunned, he reverted back into his original form. But the fire
didn't leave his veins. On the contrary, it leapt to all new heights as he
slowly gained his feet again and stared unwaveringly at the slightly panting
female that faced off with him now, prepared to fight for herself. Goten
smirked. There wasn't a chance in hell she'd win. He'd make damn sure of it.

~~*~~
The Blue Moon had risen.
Kale grinned in satisfaction, reveling in the fiery stirrings that roared to
life in his veins. He'd missed it, this rush. The last Erosa-Kalieltana that
he'd participated in had been shortly before he'd left Vegetasei for the last
time. He couldn't really remember the female that he'd had, now, brow crinkling
slightly in thought . . . but he doubted the same would be said for the
creature he was currently enroute to acquire. At that he grinned again and sped
up a little. The flames were beginning to burn hotter now, stronger . . .
giving him less control over his anger.
With a faint growl of impatience he pushed himself to the limits of his
power, and only relaxed again slightly when the tiny little house perched onto
the equally tiny little island came into view. Kale dropped out of the sky
without preamble and landed nimbly before the large red door. A huge tortoise
near by murmured "oh my," before slowly backing away into the water and
out of sight. Kale briefly thought about knocking politely and then trying to
rationally discuss what he was about to do. Then,
"Nah," he muttered, just before lifting his leg and shattering the
portal off it's hinges with the force of his blow.
Several individuals inside screamed or cried out in fear. Kale slowly
stepped through the debris, wide grin on his face. He was greeted with the
sight of an extremely old male in a beard near the viewing screen, two slightly
older males at the table playing some sort of game and an older female that
strongly resembled his soon-to-be-mate.
Even as he thought of her, a door suddenly flung open and she nearly fell
out of it, blonde hair loose and spilling down into her eyes. She hastily
shoved the offending locks aside, expression stunned. She wore some manner of
flimsy pink gown, and the sight of the thin material floating around her lithe
little frame only stirred his blood hotter. Kale's grin turned entirely
predatory, and he began to prowl toward her. He was stopped by one of the
males.
"Hey, where in the hell do you think you're goin' buddy?" the male
questioned. Without even looking in his direction Kale jabbed his fist into the
male's face, sending him crashing back into the opposite wall and then
slithering to the floor, unconscious.
"Yamcha!" the other male cried, then got to his feet. It was a
very diminutive male, but his power far exceeded his height. Luckily for Kale,
however, it was no match for his new skill, now that Vegeta had been training
him extensively for the past two months.
"What's the big idea, pal? What is it you're after?"
"Your daughter," was Kale's slightly growling reply. Wide eyes and
gasps went up around the room at that.
"But . . . what do you want with me?" Marron questioned, a slightly
fearful tremble in her voice. Kale's smirk only broadened.
"Oh I think you can guess," was his reply, the ribald expression
on his face leaving only one possible answer. "The Blue Moon is high,
Marron," Kale continued, approaching once more. "It's time for you
and I to dance."
"Not so fast!" the other female snapped, coming forward and
dropping into a fighting stance. Kale growled slightly and whirled, quickly
losing his patience.
"Don't make me kill you," he snapped. "You know that your
power is no where near mine. For her sake I warn you once. I won't warn you
again."
Still scowling 18 started to power up, and the Saiyan merely sneered.
"NO! Mom, wait!"
Marron suddenly put herself between them, her back to the Saiyan.
"Marron what are you doing?!" Krillin demanded angrily. Marron
shifted uneasily, blue eyes growing glassy with an emotional over-load.
"I . . . I don't really know," she admitted softly. Kale suddenly
took a hold of her and lifted her up. She cried out slightly but he ignored her,
holding fast. He gave one last look at the parents, expression hard.
"Follow us and I won't be responsible for what happens," was all
he said before darting out of the house and shooting off like a bat out of
hell, his precious cargo in tow.
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Saiyan Instinct

::Chapter 7::

Blue Moon Rising