Ok, so seeing as how the summary kind of sucked, I'll explain a few things.

Bulma is going to have an affair with Piccolo and Gohan.

Yamcha will come in later.

Bulma is 38. Gohan is 15. Vegeta is 39. Trunks is 5. Goten is 4.

Krillin and 18 are married. And 18 is pregnant with Marron.

This chapter contains: Adult Language, Adult Content.

Disclaimer: I do not own nor am I in any way affiliated with DBZ.

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"Get back here!" Bulma playfully called to Trunks as she chased him around Capsule Corp. The lavender-haired little boy looked over his shoulder with a mischievous grin and shouted, "Never!" Bulma chuckled tiredly. She was huffing and puffing trying to keep up with her son who was barely jogging. Gosh, I'm out of shape!

But still, Bulma Briefs is not one to back down or admit defeat. She inhaled a long breath and bluffed, "I'm gonna get you!" Trunks laughed heartily. "Wanna bet?" Was all she heard before he jetted into their home faster than she could blink.

Bulma came to a stop just outside of their home and placed her hands on her hips, panting lightly. She lowered her eye lids and shouted, "NO FAIR," Stamping her foot with each word. "I'm just a beautiful, delicate genius, Trunks, not an abnormal muscle-head like you, your father, and the rest of the gang. How was I suppose to even see that?"

Some movement in the window above her caught her eye and she saw Trunks waving at her. He fogged the window with his breath and wrote something with his finger, then disappeared from view. She walked closer to the building and read the words aloud. "Come get me." She smiled and walked inside the house and went upstairs to the second floor where she'd seen Trunks. "Oh, Truuuunks," She called out in a sing-song voice.

A thump came from down the hall in Trunks' room. Bulma tip-toed as quietly as she could to his room. "Gotcha! Ugh," She pouted upon apparently surprising a seemingly empty room.

She walked into the room, whistling and snapping her fingers. She stopped when she reached Trunks' bed, dropped to her knees and looked under the bed. Aw, for goodness sake, why does Trunks keep throwing his dirty clothes under his bed? Bulma made a mental note of that for later. She stretched out an arm and felt throughout the pile of clothes to see if Trunks was possibly hiding underneath. Gross.

She heard Trunks' closet door creak open behind her, but before she could even raise up and turn her attention towards it, she felt a whoosh of wind. Her canary yellow dress flew up from the gust of wind. She sat up and smoothed her dress down as her eyes flickered from the now-empty-closet to the bedroom door.

She quickly got to her feet and speed-walked to door, looking out into the hall. A sheet of paper was gently swaying in the air. "Oh, c'mon," Exclaimed Bulma as the paper landed back on the coffee table in the den.

Walking into the den, Bulma quickly looked around before continuing down the hall. She cut around the corner, walked past the laundry room, and stopped mid-step just passed the door way. Going back, she saw that the rug was bent over itself.

Smiling, she quietly walked to the rug and calmly straightened it. Smile still in place, she looked at the washer and dryer. I know he's small, but he couldn't be silly enough to hide in the washer. So, she crept to the dryer, got down on one knee, and slowly reached for the button. Bulma has such an appreciation for dramatics. "Ah-ha!" She shouted after she pushed the button and the door slid open. "Hmm?" The dryer was empty.

Just as she looked to her right at the washer, she heard the lid slide open and saw lavender hair, followed by a smiling face, and finally the rest of him as he gracefully leapt out of the washer. "Ha-ha!" He laughed in midair. Bulma watched as he landed on one foot, leaned forward, and blew a raspberry at her. She put on her best offended face.

"Knew you'd check the dryer first," Trunks stated while shaking his index finger at his Mom. Bulma arched an eyebrow at him. "Are you calling me," She paused as she shifted on her knees more towards his direction. She raised her hand to her chest and gestured to herself, reiterating, "Me predictable?"

Trunks held his hands up in the air. "Of course not, Mom. More like a," He waved his hands in a circular motion as he thought of a better way to put it. He was well aware that calling his mother predictable was like a 'you're grounded' death wish. "Creature of habit," He settled on and turned, exiting the laundry room at a thoughtful (thoughtful towards his mother) jog-like pace. "Hmph," Bulma expressed while shaking her head. Creature of habit? I merely second-guessed you. She got to her feet and took off after him.

Trunks jogged down to the first floor and stopped at the foot of the stairs. He waited for his mother to catch up and giggled when she finally reached the top of the stairs. "C'mon, Mom. You can do it! I believe in you!" He cheerfully encouraged while she panted and leaned against the wall of the stairway.

With one knee raised, he bolted in the direction of the living room. "Oof!" Trunks slammed into an incredibly hard surface. He fell back on the floor and rubbed the right side of his face, which took the brunt of the blow. "Oh, what did I hit?" Trunks asked aloud. He wasn't really expecting an answer. He must have been running faster than he intended to and ran into the living room wall. But he did get an answer.

"Me," Came his father's voice. He opened his eyes and saw his father standing above him with his arms crossed over his chest and an amused smirk on his face. The slight pain in his face was easily forgotten and a huge grin took over. "Dad, you're back!" He exclaimed as he leapt up and wrapped his arms around his father's neck, hugging him as tight as he could. Vegeta chuckled lightly and hugged him in return with one arm.

He glanced towards the stairwell when he saw Bulma's foot, followed by her curious face. She smiled at him before placing her index finger over her lips, silently shushing him. Smirk still in place, he watched as she quietly snuck up on their unsuspecting-son who still had a viselike hold on his neck.

"I really missed you, Dad - Aaah!" Trunks wiggled and squirmed in Vegeta's hold as Bulma mercilessly tickled his sides. To her surprise, Vegeta actually held Trunks firmly in place. "Aah-ha-ha-ha, I give, Mom! I give, I give, PLEASE!" Trunks was on the verge of tears! But they just wouldn't flow down his cheeks. Just gonna have to take it up a notch, I see. She did her best evil laugh. "Terribly sorry. I'm all out of mercy. Come to think of it, I never had any in me," She teased in a familiar tone and began tickling Trunks under his arms. She looked up at Vegeta to see if he caught on to her impression. Smirking, he arched an eyebrow at her. "Were you mocking me?" "Yes, and I believe I was spot on, if I do say so myself." She grinned, still mocking him. He raised both eyebrows at her then.

"Oh, c'mon," She kidded as she scooped Trunks up from Vegeta's arms. She held him against her and kissed his cheek. "Oww." Unfortunately for Trunks, it was the sore cheek. "Sorry, munchkin." She gently rubbed his cheek and let him down.

She looked back up at Vegeta. "You really don't know the meaning of the word, so stop acting offended." "Hmph," Vegeta expressed as he crossed his arms. "Oh, I'm not offended. I'm merely... enlightened." A mischievous, almost sinister half-grin formed across his lips. Bulma lowered her eyelids at him. Enlightened? What is that supposed to mean?

Bulma shrugged it off and looked down at Trunks. "As for you, there's a huge pile of dirty clothes under your bed, again. How do you explain that this time?" Trunks chuckled nervously. "Ha-ha, uh, gee, Mom. Ahem, I, uh, I-I-," Trunks trailed off with his hand waving in a circle as if trying to find a plausible excuse for him. He glanced back up at his Mom and Dad, both arching their eyebrows at him. "Uhhh," He uttered, looking back and forth at them. "I'll get right on that, Mom," He said rosily.

He hugged his Mom's legs and smiled his biggest smile. "Ha, yeah, you do that, champ," Bulma laughed, tussling his hair. He started to trot upstairs, but stopped at the first step. "I'll even put them in the laundry room," Then his smile widened and he pointed at his Mom. "For you to wash!" He then zipped up the stairs.

Bulma scoffed and Vegeta laughed heartily. "Well, he may not have my ruthless nature, but at least he's mischievous." Vegeta walked up to Bulma. "I think he gets it from you," He said with his eyes wide and a surprisingly playful grin. Bulma pursed her lips. "So, you're mocking me now, huh?" He blinked twice, still holding the silly grin. She chuckled. "Hmm, I'll take that as a, "Yes, Woman"."

She turned and started up the stairs to her and Vegeta's bedroom. She didn't notice Vegeta followed closely behind until she heard the bedroom door close behind her. She briefly glanced at him, then turned her attention back to the dresser. She combed through her clothes, looking for something more warm to wear. She settled for an orange turtleneck sweater and a pair of faded-blue jeans. She tossed the items on the bed and went into the walk-in closet.

"Going somewhere," Asked Vegeta as she grabbed a pair of light brown boots. She walked back into the room to see Vegeta had taken off his jacket and boots. He pulled off his black muscle shirt just as Bulma set her boots near the foot of the bed.

"Yeah, I'm gonna meet 18 downtown. Help the mommy-to-be shop for the little bundle of joy," Bulma chimed, looking in the mirror atop the dresser. She ran a finger just under her eye and primped her hair. She'd just cut it up to her earlobes a few days ago. "I still can't wrap my head around the fact that Krillin's gonna be a dad." "Nor can I," Vegeta muttered under his breath as he leaned against the wall.

His tail slowly swayed behind him as he watched Bulma walk over to the bed. Finally, Woman. I've waited long enough. Vegeta slowly walked over to her. I do love it when she doesn't know it's coming. He quietly unbuttoned his pants and inched the zipper down.

With her back to him, Bulma took off her sandals and necklace. She moved the straps of the dress off her shoulders and slid the dress down to her waist. That'd be my cue. He thought as he effortlessly leapt out of his pants and boxers, landing on his feet without making a sound. His member twitched and jumped as the dress slid over her hips and hit the floor.

Bulma stepped out of it and kicked it aside. She bent over the bed and reached for the sweater. A loud gasp escaped her as she suddenly felt her breast bounce free. She looked down at herself just in time to see her panties snatched off.

"Vegeta, wait a min-VEGETA!" Bulma screamed as Vegeta pushed her on the bed onto her hands and knees, and rammed his hard flesh inside her before she could protest. "Ohhh," Vegeta moaned. He ran a hand up Bulma's heaving back, who was still reeling from the painful, sudden intrusion. He moaned again, gripped her hips hard, and began roughly pumping his intruding appendage into her.

Bulma yelped and whimpered with every move Vegeta made. Her body rocked forward with each forceful thrust and Vegeta yanked her hips back to meet his thrusts. He was being so rough, she couldn't hold herself up on her hands anymore and was knocked onto her face. And to add to the pain, she was dry.

Bulma turned her face to the side. She looked at Vegeta, who was clearly enjoying himself, and begged, "Vegeta, please! Please, stop, you're hurting me!" Vegeta looked her straight in the eye and laughed sadistically. "Are you asking for mercy?" Bulma sobbed and gasped as he picked up the pace. "Uh, uh, uh, uh, please, Vegeta, PLEASE!" She cried, each thrust making her voice sound jittery.

Panting, Vegeta just grinned. "I never had any mercy in me, remember?" He laughed and did a couple of extra hard thrusts; Bulma shrieked with both. "I don't even know the meaning of the damn word!" Bulma squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth. Now she understood that smile and what he meant earlier. "Ve-Vegeta, I'm dry and you're being too rough, please!"

Tears that she'd been holding back finally fell across the bridge of her nose onto the sheets. Vegeta saw the tears and stopped. A huge sigh of relief, followed by panting escaped Bulma. He slapped Bulma's ass, making her gasp, and pulled out of her. "Alright, fine, I'll get you wet."

He flipped her over onto her back and pushed her further up the bed. He spread her legs and Bulma moaned as Vegeta took her sex into his mouth. He licked and swirled his tongue around her clitoris. He flickered his tongue against the sensitive nub teasingly before moving to her opening. He lapped at her entrance, and then stuck his long tongue inside her.

"Ohh, Vegeta," She moaned, arching her back. Vegeta began darting his tongue in and out, tongue-fucking her. "Ooh! Uhh, oooh, Vegeta!" He looked up when he felt her hand in his hair. She was turning her head from side to side. I think she's wet enough now. He pulled his tongue out and dragged it across her opening and clitoris.

He then climbed up her body and shoved his member into her. She yelled and gripped the sheets. Vegeta groaned and moved within her. He leaned down and kissed Bulma. She hesitantly pressed her lips against his when he growled into the kiss. His tongue forced its way through her lips and possessively licked around her mouth before battling with her tongue. Of course, his tongue forced hers into submission.

He broke the kiss and wrapped his arms around her waist. He rose up to his knees, bringing her body with him, and began pounding into her. Tossing her head on the bed and pulling at the sheets, Bulma whimpered and panted. Vegeta was heavily panting himself. He was close. Very close.

While one arm had a firm grip around her waist, his other reached up her stomach. He grabbed both her breasts before growling and letting her body go. "Ugh!" Bulma exclaimed as she dropped to the bed. Vegeta rested a hand on Bulma's knee, stroked his shaft with the other, and groaned as he shot hot streams of cum on her stomach and sex.

He rested on her, breathing harshly in her ear. Bulma was breathing hard, too. She was so relieved he was finally through. I hate it when this asshole does this to me! I know he's a Saiyan and all, but why does he get a kick out of it when he's hurting me?

A kiss to her cheek snapped her out of her thoughts. "I love the way you scream," Vegeta complimented as he raised himself up to his hands and looked at her. A lazy grin and a sated look marked his features. Bulma swallowed and frowned. "So, you love my scream more than my moan?" Vegeta knew what she was getting at and rolled his eyes. "I love them both," He said. He kissed her, rolled off her and the bed, and headed into the bathroom. She heard the shower turn on and closed her eyes, sighing.

She rolled onto her side and groaned. She was aching. "Oh, just great," She said aloud. "If I'm too sore to roll over, how in the hell am I gonna go shopping with 18?" She sighed again. Using the sheets, she pulled herself up to the nightstand and grabbed the phone. She was just going to have to ask 18 if they could go shopping tomorrow. Now, she just needed to think of an excuse. I'm certainly not gonna tell her the real reason.

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