Twisted

Twisted

A/N: OK, I am a sick and twisted woman.
That\'s it. That\'s all I can say. This will be a completely
different pairing just because...I want to. And it\'s most likely
going to be PWP of only a few chappies. Goku/Pan/Vejita. \'Nuff
said.

Oh yeah, and I will be finishing
“Need.” Eventually.

***

He didn\'t know when he had begun seeing
her differently. It wasn\'t exactly something that was said or
done—nothing that would have called any outwards attention.
But from his perch in the Otherworld, he did begin to fix an
inordinant amount of attention on her. And considering that he had
only grown exponentially stronger than the first few times he had
died, no one was going to try to stop him.

Not even Shenron.

“Goku? Goku are you OK?”

Goku heard his name being called, but
it sounded so distant, so far away. Bringing back his tail and
hitting SS4 had done something to him that even leaving the earth and
being given immortailty by an Eternal Dragon could assuage.

Goku wasn\'t Goku.

Goku was Kakkarot.

And Kakkarot was hungry.

“I\'m hungry.”

“You\'ve been saying that for the
past fifteen years. What else is new?!”

That man is new. Goku\'s eyes
narrowed as a tall, blonde-haired man moved on impulse, crushing his
prey to the wall and stealing a decidedly too-intimate kiss. It
didn\'t last long, of course, as a sharp left hook had the poor man
sprawled pitifully across the floor before his head could move back
enough to grab much-needed oxygen.

Serves him right. Goku
cackled inwardly with glee at the sight of the small debacle.
Training was good—it was fun, but boy did he miss the feeling
of actually feeling warm, pulsing flesh beneath his fingertips...

Old Kai watched the
warrior warily as his eyes remained glued to the magical orb
connected with the earth. Goku was hungry, always said that he was
hungry, and he never questioned it until he noticed that the Saiyan
always discussed his hunger whenever talking about a certain young
lady who would occasionally flash across the orb. ChiChi was dead,
but Goku had not so much as batted an eyelash when she finally passed
away peacefully, her sons on either side of her flanked by Pan and
the throng of grandchildren that Goten eventually provided her.

Pan...

She was the cause
of all this trouble.

“Alright
Goku, you may go.”

“Go? Go
where?”

“Go and take
care of whatever it is that has you staring at that damned ball all
day and saying that \'You\'re hungry\'! I\'m sick and tired of hearing
about it!”

“Really?”

Old Kai gulped as a
decidedly feral look crossed the Saiyan\'s handsome face. Oh,
Kami...what haveI done now?

“Well, maybe
you should just...”

But it was too
late. Goku was already fading—a gift of his immortailty
allowing him to phase in and out of space without even needing to
Instant Transmission as a gift of three\'s given to Goku by the Kais,
Kami, and Shenron. Old Kai winced. For the first time he realized
that concentrating all of those powers in one place could have been a
bad idea...

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