Author: FireCracker KLee624820@aol.com
        Pairing Goku/Vegeta/Radditz/Nappa

        A/U -Goku learns what it really means to be Saiyan.

        Monkey Moon Part 12

        The saiyans danced barebacked around a blazing fire, eerie orange red glow flowing
        across bronzed skin. Their movements were graceful and unhurried, for the night was
        soon upon them.

        Words weren't needed. With animal grace they slinked and stretched, moving in a
        primal rhythm known to saiyans since the dawn of time. Nude perfection glistened in
        exertion as they awaited the moon. Taunting hands stroked, teasing tails coiled. How
        long they danced, none could say...

        Goku flew with familiar speed, almost mindlessly. The strange burn in his bones grew
        stronger as he went south. The horizon seemed to slip from his line of sight, as
        deepening skies turned various hues of orange and purple. His destination beckoned
        as trackless jungle stretched before him...

        The saiyans paused in their tribal dance, looking up and hearing the unseen. Smiles lit
        their features as they resumed.

        Goku landed near the keep, on a small rock bridge above the waterfall. Wild sounds
        and scents filled his being to the core, urging him on with a siren song...

        The saiyans danced with fever pitch, their motions done to gain attention. The one
        they sought to lure would come and embrace the fire.

        Goku stood transfixed on the rock bridge, his mind blank. The moving figures below
        held his rapt attention.

       Everyone is...dancing?

        He alighted down, curiosity and desire confounding his senses. The saiyans were
        strange again, red eyed and shaggy once more. Wild black spikes tossed in the gentle
        breeze. Goku approached cautiously.

        "What are you doing?"

        They laughed, a weird warbling sound. The three immediately crouched on the rocks
        opposite the fire, tails waving high.

        Vegeta beckoned him forward, blood eyes wild against the approaching night.

        "Kakarot...at last. Come, it is time!"

        Goku blinked, feeling strange sensations crawl up his spine. "What are you talking
        about, Vegeta?"

        "Enough! The moon arrives next hour."

        Goku could only stare at the three night demons silouetted behind the fire. He shook
        his head.

        "The three of you look crazy, like those saiyans in my dream."

        Raditz let out a banshee wail, tossing his head back. A long nail pointed at Goku.

        "Ha! No crazier than you. Stop standing there like an idiot!"

        "Ai, join us in fire!!" Nappa bellowed, white fangs flashing.

        Goku stood rooted to the spot, wanting to leave yet unable to. "I can't deal with
        this..."

        "It's far too late for denial, Kakarot" Vegeta waved his tail in a sensual taunt. "There
        are no lies here."

        "I came because...I don't know why I came!!"

        The saiyans chattered, mocking him with various gestures. Goku flared in anger.

        "You sound like those dumbass chimps at the zoo!"

        Vegeta grinned darkly. "Why Kakarot, we're just monkeys, remember? Or do you
        plan to deny being saiyan as well?!" his voice trailed into loud chittering.

        The others followed suit. "Kkee-kaki-koo-kuqu-kahk-ahk!!"

        Goku swore. "Shit."

        They abruptly turned, scattering away from the fire. Goku ran after them.

        "What the hell are you doing now?!"

        No answer. Vegeta clambered up a tall tree, followed closely by Raditz and Nappa.
        Long, sinuous tails arched in counterbalance to their movements.

        Goku couldn't deny the unbelievable grace of their motion. It was so natural...

        /Of course, Kakarot. Our people were born to climb./

        Goku started to reply before he realized the voice was in his head. A composite voice
        from the three together. He watched them retreat further into the treetops.

        /How is this possible?/ he wondered idly.

        Loud, high pitched chittering assailed his ears from above. Goku felt a strange anger
        at being left behind.

        "You think I can't catch you?!" he shouted, furious.

        /Monkey see, monkey do!/

        "All right, you crazy fuckers. Two can play!!" Goku bounded into a tree, fingers and
        toes digging purchase into tough bark as he clambered up effortlessly.

        Red eyes watched in approval as he caught up. Vegeta stood gloriously nude on a
        large tree branch, smirking. Goku fought a strange urge to just grab him. Before he
        could move again, the ouji bounded away.

        "Too slow, Kakarot!!"

        A stream of curses escaped his lips as they shrieked into the night, swinging through
        treetops.

        ****

        Heedlessly Goku gave chase, grabbing vines and swinging after them. His skin stung,
        his blood was hot. A strange tightness seized his body as thoughts grew more
        clouded. His only focus was pursuit.

        Or so it seemed. He caught up to them, the blood eyed ones.

        "Koaee-kiki-kur-kaa?" Raditz smiled in his direction, gliding between branches. Goku
        frowned in frustration, momentarily forgetting.

        "What the fug?" he nearly fell, losing his concentration as Nappa swept past, his tail
        slapping Goku in the face.

        Annoyed and stung, Goku increased speed. Temper fuelled his growing desire.

        "Koia-koo-kuk-keeeke-kaww!!" he shrieked in anger, nearly catching Nappa in one
        frenzied burst. The others swooped ahead of him once more, their sculpted bodies
        rippling as they moved. Goku couldn't help but admire the ease of their motion.
        Periodically they glanced back at him, chittering again in encouragement, their sounds
        blending into the jungle itself. A strange realization dawned on Goku as their wild flight
        continued.

        They aren't mocking me...it's...a song, a story??

        And in that moment he opened his mind and soul to everything saiyan.

        "Saiyan tooth and saiyan claw
        run the pack and jungle law
        sing and howl at every turn
        mate and fight when blood must burn
        oozaru rules from night to sun
        be free, be wild at jungle run!"

        His voice raised with theirs in joy. It was unlike anything he'd ever experienced in his
        life. Goku felt heady, wild. His body moved like theirs on pure instinct, gliding and
        dipping impossibly through tight jungle growth.

        Vegeta bounded feet first onto a huge pile of fallen trees, tail slashing the air. The
        others followed.

        The ouji crouched in a sexual posture, crimson eyes slitted. "Kroo-kuu-kubb" (we
        make love here.)

        "KEAII!!" Raditz and Nappa responded, landing next to him soundlessly. Goku
        dropped down nearby, tail puffed in apprehension.

        "Kunn" (Come here) Vegeta motioned to him again. Goku shook his head stubbornly,
        blood pounding his ears.

        An earsplitting screech nearly made him leap from his skin. Vegeta displayed his teeth.

        "Kii-kee-keyka-kuu." (You cannot refuse, oozaru.)

        "Kurr-koyy-kuu!" (I'm not oozaru!)

        They mocked him now, rocking back and forth on their haunches and chittering. Goku
        leaped at them, rage filling his heart. Rage, and something else. They scattered as he
        attacked, circling him.

        The tall saiyan growled, turning warily to face each in turn. Goku's tail coiled his waist
        tightly in a defensive posture.

        Vegeta stalked over to him slowly, a strange smile lighting his features. Goku paused,
        uncertain.

        "Kerr-ko-ko?" (What's going on?)

        Vegeta took his hand and purred. "Kei-kk-kunon." (Stop thinking.)

        "Kooo-kuh" (Can't do this.)

        Molten red eyes demanded the truth. "Kurr-kh-kee-kaou-kbb-koxe?" (You realize
        you speak our true language now?)

        Goku touched his own lips in shock. "Kuw-kai!!" (I am!!)

        "Kujj-kioe-kexx-kazi." (Your instincts guide now.)

        Raditz and Nappa approached. The maned saiyan touched Goku on the cheek.

        "Kuro-kuno-kapp-kae." (We share blood first, brother.)

        Goku felt dazed, strange. "Kurr-kieno-kuow." (I remember from before.)

        The ouji tugged him over to the fallen logs, pushing him down. Goku stared in
        fascination as each saiyan slashed their wrist.

        Vegeta was first, pressing his bleeding arm against Goku's lips.

        "Kouqqe-koo." (Drink.)

        Goku nearly choked as thick blood rolled past his tongue. He lapped at it,
        remembering the heavy taste. Vegeta closed his eyes in bliss momentarily before
        pulling away.

        "Kuj-kug." he nodded to Raditz. (Go next.)

        The brothers stared intensely a moment before Raditz tilted his arm as well. Goku
        drank greedily this time, eyes closing in satisfaction as the familiar rich tang filled his
        senses once more.

        "Nappa."

        The eldest saiyan moved forward and presented his arm. Goku grabbed it eagerly,
        suckling the life line. Nappa stroked his hair as he drank.

        The blood was an aphrodesiac. Goku savored the taste, not getting enough. The burn
        in his bones was nearly unbearable now. Pulse thundered in his head as he heaved in
        desire, tail stretching and ruffling.

        The truth was raw now, as wild as his eyes. "Kuyy-kumi!" (I want it!)

        ****

        Red fog hazed his eyes. He was led to a small cave, nestled in deepest jungle. Rich
        foilage gleamed against soft moonlight. Goku felt the pull of nocturnal change roiling
        his blood. Soon. Not yet.

        Flesh and spice assaulted his senses, as rich musk filled his nose. Bare skin exposed
        as pants were stripped away. Furry tails strapped his thighs, teased his belly, coiled
        his balls. Hands explored and probed his body, stroking, pinching and squeezing. Soft
        moss tickled his back under the press of bodies that moved over him. Flaming
        tongues drove him to madness, lapping taste in the most intimate of places. Fingers
        stretched and massaged him inside, making him beg and moan for more. Goku didn't
        resist as each saiyan mounted him in turn. In fact, he welcomed it.

        Kisses mingled with roars of passion and hard thrusts. Hot breaths stung his body
        even as wet laps tasted blood under sharp fangs. Goku groaned in ecstacy, his entire
        being on fire as the pack feasted on his charms. Mercilessly they plunged into tight
        heat, whetting glistening flesh in cum and musk. Goku responded in pure lust, drinking
        the cream of their love as he was opened and explored on both ends. The savage
        delight was endless, pure hedonistic joy.

        They came on him, in him. It hardly mattered. Every throbbing cock was pleasured
        in turn, each sucked and tasted dry. Raunchy lips greedily swallowed thick sweetness
        with gusto. Sleazy tongue lapped and suckled tails like candy. Hands slapped his ass,
        spreading him for more. Sharp teeth teased his nipples, swelling them unbearably with
        heat. He was taken on his belly and back, standing and on his head. Goku decided hell
        was a good place to be...

        His body convulsed, throbbed. A flood came, and came again. Goku could have
        sworn he was swimming in cum. A long, winding river of slick lust...

        Howls and shrieks pierced his ears, dotted color scraped his eyes from sensory
        overload. Throbbing thickness filled him again. The universe inverted to a red hole with
        black stars, colliding and exploding in cum...

        ****

        Goku had no idea how long he had passed out. Reeking saiyans were breathing softly
        around him, splayed in exhaustion and rapture. Bodies wet with exertion and activity
        stood in bold relief under the moonlight.

        They exchanged raunchy leers. Goku sat up slowly, wild hair sticking everywhere.

        "One hell of a fuckfest" he purred, licking his lips.

        Vegeta stroked himself, smiling up at the sky. "Hai, Kakarot. You're the perfect saiyan
        slut. No wonder I love you."

        "Hn, a piece for all" Raditz commented, flipping his tail up. "Rejoice, the moon is
        strong now!"

        Nappa rumbled, stretching over soft moss. "Hai, I feel the surge...it comes!!"

        They lay quietly, red eyes glowing in anticipation. Tails bristled, backs arched. Growls
        and hisses erupted from primal throats. Long fangs gleamed sharply. Pulse. Blood.
        Heartbeat. Bodies twitched and convulsed, eager and ready.

        The moon called, without warning.

        Earth shattering roars split the air as four figures exploded into oozaru, their
        were-ape forms towering over the jungle. The party was just starting as they
        stomped into the night, thundering the earth as they moved...

        ****

        The saiyans were unaware they had company. Awestruck stares saw the giant beasts
        stumble over the horizon.

        "It happened, just like we suspected!" Tien pointed.

        Piccolo nodded grimly. "I felt we needed to return. The saiyans are lethal in that state,
        and I'm not certain about their motives."

        "We'll need to keep our distance, though" Yamcha adjusted his night viewers.
        "There's no way we can face down four oozaru!"

        Piccolo held up a silver globe. "We won't have to. Bulma was wise enough to see a
        possible need for this."

        "What's that supposed to be?" Tien asked.

        "A solar simulator. It cancels the effect of moonlight on saiyans, thereby reversing
        their transformation."

        Krillen sighed, glancing at the now distant figures. "I don't know, Piccolo...assuming
        we get the device to work, then what? Our fears regarding Goku are well justified, but
        will he come back to us?"

        Tien was subdued. "I hope it's not too late. To be perfectly honest, it might be
        impossible to pry him from his own kind."

        "If they weren't evil, it wouldn't be an issue" Yamcha snapped, shaking his head. "Hell,
        what a mess...Goku will probably be angry with us for interfering, so it's a no win
        situation any way you slice it."

        Piccolo bounced the globe in his hand. "We'll worry about that when we have to.
        Meanwhile, let's get going. They can't be allowed to rampage unchecked."

        ****

        Truer words were never spoken. Oozaru did two things extremely well: destroy and
        screw. One activity usually followed the other, and this time was no exception. The
        monstrous figures trampled jungle underfoot, uprooted trees and smashed hillsides
        for the pure joy of it. Flaming breath cascaded over open savannah, igniting fires
        everywhere.

        The Z warriors flew in formation, panic lighting their eyes at the carnage.

        "We've got to stop those fires!!" Yamcha shouted.

        "I have an idea" Tien yelled. "We'll have to blast the ground in a wide arc to contain
        the fires so they burn themselves out."

        "Workable...let's do it!" Piccolo shouted as they altered their flight path.

        ****