A/N: I'm proud to say that this may be the best chapter yet, don't know it that is counting chapter 2 or not. Let me know what you like the most about this chapter! The beginning will be very relevant at a later date, so don't write it off as fan/author service just yet.

Seven Years Ago:

"Mmph!" Maron moaned as she was pulled through the front doors of the Capsule Corp. building. The blue-haired babe was the most recent conquest of the future half-saiyan, Trunks.

Her arms hung around the young man's neck, her hunger for his tongue bringing their lips ever closer together. This girl is amazing! I can't believe Krillin gave her up without even feeling her massive-

Trunks was knocked out of his thoughts when the front door shut behind them; looking down at the blue head below his chin, he couldn't help feeling a little guilty. Krillin was his friend after all. But this girl…this girl is so unbelievable!

He slammed her against the closed door, his hands running all over her scantily clad body, even as he tried to devour her tongue.

Trunk's eyes stared into her deep blue ones just as a small smirk spread across her cheeks. "You really are cute, ya know that?" Trunks could only blush at the comment. During his recent stay at Capsule Corp. a lot of things had happened. First a different pair on androids had arrived compared to what he knew, and then the real ones showed up, worse still a creature called Cell had become complete and challenged the world to a martial arts tournament!

He let out an inaudible sigh, not wanting the girl beneath him to get the wrong idea. Things had been really stressful lately to say the least; thankfully Goku seemed to be really confident about their chances with Cell; so confident in fact that he had asked them all to take it easy before the big day. Trunks had taken this as a welcome opportunity to let off some steam. Now, as he gazed down into the scantily clad girl's bright blue eyes, he knew exactly just how to do that…

"This way" he half moaned, his muscular saiyan arms scooping up the fragile girl and quickly rushing her up the stairs, his tongue diving back down her throat for what seemed like the nth time that night.

Maron moaned out his name, her fragile fingers intertwining with his lavender locks as he kissed her. Their tongues dueled in the battlefield of her mouth, the saiyan male's easily dominating her's in ways that could only precipitate what he was about to do with the rest of her body.

Trunks almost kicked down the door to his room, the wooden frame shaking on its hinges as it almost broke from the wall that it was attached to. The room had used to be one of Bulma's many closets, but it had been transformed into a rudimentary room for Trunks' stay at Capsule Corp., however long that stay may be.

"Oh, yes!" Maron moaned she was starting to sweat with anticipation; it had been ages since she had been this turned on! Her large breasts were heaving inside her skimpy red dress, the thin material outlining the swell of her bosom just as her nipples made their best attempts to break free.

Releasing her supple lips from his grasp, Trunks lowered her down onto his bed, her curvy bum leaving a sizeable indent in his sheets. "I gotta, say" Trunks managed to breath out, his arousal was quickly overcoming his ability to speak. "I've dated a lot of girls lately, but you're by far the hottest!"

"Oh, dated a lot of girls lately, have you?" Maron teased, she slowly worked the side straps of her red dress down her arms as she spoke. "Well I'll have you know that after me I don't think you'll be dating any more…" She let her words linger in the air as her dress fell down to her waist.

Trunks' eyes bulged out of his head, it seemed like the poor saiyan was about to burst a blood vessel by the way his body was reacting to the sight that now sat atop his bed. Slowly, he took in every millimeter of newly exposed skin, watching the straps fall down her arms until that valley of bountiful cleavage became two glorious globes of flesh.

Maron's breasts were enormous! The man was certain he'd never seen anything anywhere near as big, even in some of the magazines he had gotten from Gohan in the future. Her two orbs were like two big tear drops, both pale white with small pink areolas in the middle, a round eraser sized nipple protruding from the center of each. They were absolutely perfect in every way, not an ounce of sag at all! Where did this girl come from?

The bluennette's dark eyes were watching the man the entire time. She couldn't help letting out a small giggle when she saw that his eyes hadn't left her chest in quite some time. Trunks for that matter, felt the increasingly painful bulge in his pants becoming even harder when the girl giggled, an act that send those beautiful orbs jiggling. Oh, Dende…

I think he's stared long enough… Finally becoming impatient with the saiyan's lack of action, Maron decided it was high time she got things moving for him. Putting her pointer finger underneath his chin, she slowly lifted it up until his gaze met hers, the gravitational effect of her breasts on his eyes being almost too strong to overcome, luckily though her seductive words were all that was really needed. "You're not going to just stand there and stare at them all night…are you?" Maron punctuated her statement with a soft giggle, sending one more wave of jiggles through her melons.

This was about all the young man could take. With lightning speed, he tore off his shirt, the fabric flying at the wall so fast it peeled off the paint. "Come here…" Trunks leaned down over her, forcing the curvy woman down onto her back as his rugged torso pressed against her chest, the feel of her hardening nipples sticking into him only driving the lustful man even crazier.

Maron loved this sort of man. The kind she could manipulate with her body to get what she wanted. That bald guy she had once dated, she now found it rather hard to full recall his name. Krillo? Killen?, whatever, he had been like that, but Trunks was somewhat different. Her bodacious feminine charms worked wonders on the rich heir of Capsule Corp. but unlike Krillin, she had to put out with Trunks, and when it came to buying her things, when he said they were done, they were done; no amount of her charms could buy her more; especially when she knew his rewards would be steep. And while this was only their first night together, she would come to these realizations in the days to come. For now, however, all she knew was the hunger she saw in his eyes, and the pleasure that immense bulge in his pants promised her.

The half saiyan's hunger knew no bounds! After sucking on her bottom lip, he slowly made his way down her neck, leaving small suckle marks as he did. Her skin was just so silky he felt compelled to taste every last inch of her. Maron let out a soft sigh, the farther down the man got, the more heated her skin became, the fire in her belly raging even hotter by the second. "Hmm" his mouth now trailed over her collar bone, testing the skin before giving her a small lick, the sensation going straight up her spine.

The girl was starting to become inpatient though; she needed more stimulation from just some licks to her collar bone. She needed him to climb her mountains. "Trunks!" She almost yelped. Need rising her voice. "Yeah!" The man knew immediately what she was urging him to do. The task of savoring her would have to wait for now…now he had to satisfy their primal urges.

Downstairs, Bulma had just gotten in; she had been out late at a Director's meeting for Capsule Corp. executives. The meeting had been running late so the woman was tired when she arrived home. Bulma had opened the front door hoping to see at least one version of her son there to meet her. When she didn't though, the genius became crestfallen, that was until she heard someone shout "Yeah!" from upstairs. Oh, my Trunks is still up! Maybe we can finally sit down over tea and he can tell me what I'm like in the future!

A smile now plastered across her face, the head of Capsule Corp. started her move in the direction of the stairs…

Trunks' mouth began watering as he finally reached the goals of his desire. Maron huge boobies now sat mere inches from his face, their pale curves moving slightly up and down with each of her heavy breaths. "I bet you haven't seen a pair as big as these before…" The girl panted. Trunks was only able to slowly shake his head. She giggled lightly, "Well I hope a strong man like you can handle them. Most men I've met get scared when I say they're thirty four double Gs" She smirked down at him. This was usually the make or break point for her; she couldn't stand a man that was scared of her most vulnerable assets. Either he would dominate them in just the way she wanted or he didn't deserve the body she worked so hard to maintain. Luckily for both of them, Trunks was the former.

Not a moment after she had finished her sentence, the half saiyan moved his hands from where they held him up in bed to her chest. The soft skin easily gave way when his rough palms touched them; his fingers seemed to sink into her pearly flesh even as she fell back more, her arms being unable to support her. The young man's tongue hung from his mouth as he played with her prized possessions. His large hands did their best to each hold a bouncy boob, each failing miserably as silky flesh surrounded his digits. How on Earth can they be so soft, yet so firm? The girl's body seemed to defy the laws of physics, never mind gravity. Taking as much as he could in each palm, Trunks squished her huge double Gs together making the most exquisite cleavage. The long valley being the perfect place to rest his head. He may have been a saiyan warrior, but he was still a young man at heart, and no man could resist the temptation to do what he did next.

Holding her boobs still, Trunks rammed his face in-between them, the pillowy flesh squeezing his head in ultimate softness as he nuzzled them. As desperate as she was for release, Maron couldn't help smirking at his antics. I guess he really hasn't seen ones this big before…

Pulling his head free, Trunks took a breath of fresh air, savoring the moment before going back to his fun. He squished the huge orbs against her chest, moving them around like two big cupcakes, every so often ramming them into each other to watch her cleavage expand once more. Trunks pressed them into every shape he could possibly imagine, contorting the poor melons into the oddest of angles, just to watch in fascination as they bounced back into their original teardrop shapes, the only difference being how hard those coral pink centers were becoming. They seemed to beg for his attention far more than she had; attention he was more than willing to give.

Taking hold of all the lust inside of him, the muscular man launched his face at her aching nipple, the hard bud being quickly encircled by his wet lips. "Trunks!" Maron moaned out, the feeling sending shockwaves throughout her body. Trunks smirked into her breast before beginning his sucking. He brought as much of her soft boob into his mouth as he could; the pinkening skin was soon lashed with loving whips of his tongue. He wrapped his muscle around her pink nub; the skin reacting quickly with his even while it had no chance or resistance. His tongue swirled around the tip, prodding the top before moving back down to the areola almost as if he were kissing it.

Maron meanwhile was in the throes of ecstasy, her body was being fully appreciated by the first worthy man in years, and hopefully for years to come. Trunks let her poor boob go with a "pop" before moving over to the other globe, his hands moving to massage the wet one he was leaving behind. "Hmm!" The man moaned into the soft flesh, Maron's pale orbs pressed all around him, his hands sunk deep into them even as he pressed his face further and further into her boobie, rolling her nipple around before running his teeth along it. He felt like he could suck them forever!

Trunks groped and sucked as much of her pale jugs as he could. They truly were Maron's greatest weapons as well as her greatest weakness. She may have been able to get anything she want with them while she was out in public, but here…behind closed doors were a very different story. The way Trunks' strong masculine hands were dominating her feminine charms spoke volumes to that. Running his tongue along the entire length of her areola sent one decisive spike down to the girl's aching core.

"Please…Trunks!" Maron almost shouted. "I need you in me now!" The half saiyan seemed shocked at first, her boob jiggling as it fell from his maw, those strong lips closing shut behind it, a confident grin now came together.

Reluctantly, he released her breast, the sopping wet flesh bouncing back on her chest where it wobbled with its companion. Maron awaited his next move even as she could only guess at what it was. Gripping both sides of her dress, he pulled it apart at the seams, causing the red material to fly apart in both directions, leaving the poor girl with nothing to wear, but the tiny blue thong that was wedged firmly between her large ass cheeks.

"Hey! What the hell am I supposed to wear now?" She gasped at him. Never had a guy been so bold as to strip her of all she had to wear. Maybe I should start wearing a bra when I go out clubbing…

"Don't worry." Trunks grunted as he pulled his pants down, his boxers coming with them. "You won't be needing any clothes for a while…"

Maron's complaints were silenced when her eyes fell upon his manhood. Just as he had been with her chest, she was now seemingly hypnotized by the countless inches of his member.

"Don't even bother trying to measure it." Trunks smirked down at her. "All you need to know is that not all of it is going to fit in."

Maron's cheeks lit up like a school girl. Oh, my Kami! He can't be serious…can he?

"Now why don't we get rid of this?" Trunks took hold of her pathetic excuse for underwear with one finger, and with a slight tug the last piece of Maron's modesty left her.

The lustful warrior flicked her tiny blue thong across the room. He didn't care about her underwear; all he wanted was what was underneath it. The young man splayed his hands out on either side of her, letting his large frame lower down until he could clearly see her dripping need. "Hng!" He ran his finger up her slit, slowly grazing the outer lips from the bottom to her clit, carefully collecting small drops of her nectar as he did. Maron watched with wide eyes as he lifted it to his mouth where he shoved it into his mouth. She could see his tongue inside swirling around his finger; cleaning her juices from it in just the same way he had assaulted her breasts earlier.

What happened next the girl couldn't really explain. It lasted only for a moment, but it still stuck with her. His eyes seemed to grow larger even as his hair began to rise up; suddenly it all stopped, his body returning to normal. "Now…where were we?" He asked her, his strong hands now firmly gripping her curvy hips.

"Hmm…Right here…" she grinned with anticipation, her finger pointing down to her pink slit, the folds were just starting to part as he pulled her thighs away from one another.

Oh, I wonder what that boy of mine has been up to all this time? Bulma thought as she walked along the long hallways of the Capsule Corp. building. She had told her son to just listen to Goku and relax for a while. He deserves it after all. That kid has been working his ass off with Vegeta for ages! He needs a break more than anyone. Her eyes lit up with all the confidence of the mother of a super saiyan. So when the time comes; Cell won't know what hit him when Trunks nails him!

"Yes! Nail me! Nail me to the bed!" Maron was screaming out in pleasure. Trunks had finally thrust his pulsing member deep into her pussy; her pink lips took in as much of him as they could, their lovely folds being stretched to their absolute limit just to accommodate him. The half saiyan couldn't help feeling rather proud that he was right after all; she wasn't able to take all of him in, several inches still stayed dry even as he pounded into her hot slit.

"Ugh! Ugh!" Trunks' pants came fast and hard, his body was pouring with sweat as he thrust in and out of her. He could tell that he was starting to leave bruises on the girl's hips from his grip so he moved them to a more tempting location. Maron's huge boobies were bouncing out of control, the large orbs bouncing all over her chest with every thrust of his manly meat; she would have thanked him if she wasn't trying so hard not to come. Maron could feel her orgasm approaching at a steady pace, more and more of her walls were being obliterated each time he drove into her, the feel of every ridge of his cock sending shivers up her spine.

"Maron!" Maron!" Trunks moaned out, his hands gripped her boobies with renewed vigor. Ivory flesh now poured out between his fingers as his grip on the jiggling melons increased.

His body was now fully bent over her now; releasing her breasts; Trunks let his rock hard pecs keep them in check, letting the soft orbs be squeezed between his chest and hers, like two water balloons between a couple wooden planks. Pulling her close to him; Maron's arms instinctively wrapping around his neck, Trunks could feel his body about to let go, his muscles tensed, his cock twitched. Everything seemed ready to explode!

Suddenly the door behind him opened, in stepping his mother of the past, Bulma. "Hey! Trunks! I'm glad you're still awake! I was hoping we could sit down and finally talk abo-"Bulma's face seemed to freeze as she took in the image before her. Her son, the future version of the baby down stairs was covered in sweat and completely naked, and by the looks of things he was quite a ways deep in…Maron!?

"M-MOTHER!" Trunks blurted out in horror, a blush streak had flown across his cheeks. How the hell could I have forgotten to lock the door!?

"Old lady?!" Maron screamed in shock. She couldn't believe how embarrassed she was being caught getting fucked by the old lady from the perverted old man's house of all people! Luckily Trunks had withdrawn from her the moment Bulma had spoken, allowing the mortified girl the opportunity to jump up from the bed, her massive melons bouncing all over the place as she pulled a sheet from under her lover. Her eyes squeezed shut, Maron ran from the room, the thin sheet doing little to cover the vast expanses of lush skin.

"Oh, my Kami! Maron, come back!" Trunks sprang up from the bed, completing forgetting any form of modesty as he sprinted for the door. Bulma's horrified expression only seemed to grow as her eyes were instantly drawn to the long rod swinging between his legs. He past her in a second, his nude form running down the hall after his embarrassed girlfriend, leaving Bulma alone in a room smelling of sweat and arousal.

Bulma closed her eyes and exited the room; taking a moment to shift a piece of blue fabric back inside with her foot before closing the door. Now she took a deep breath, holding it in for several seconds before letting it exit out her nose. "Well…that settles that." She opened her eyes again. "He is definitely Vegeta's son".

Present Day:

Looking back at the events of that night after seven years made it seem a lot funnier than it had been at the time. Bulma had accepted that Trunks was going out at night in the days before the Cell Games, but the thought of walking in on him screwing a girl to the bed had never crossed her mind. It was then that Gohan returned to her mind. I wonder how he's doing on that little vacation of his? She held her hand to her face as a loud laugh escaped her red lips. At any rate, I sure hope for Chichi's sake, Gohan isn't as careless as Trunks was!

Gohan, Videl, Erasa's Car Ride:

"We're going to see Bulma! We're going to see Bulma!" Came a melodious chant from the back seat. Gohan, Videl, and Erasa had been driving for a few hours now and were nearing the Capsule Corp. building. Things had been calm in their sporty little car up till the point that they past a sign indicating how close they were to the famous corporation's headquarters; that was when Erasa started her little chant.

Gohan sighed as he took a quick glance out of the corner of his eye at Videl. The fiery girl was just as annoyed now as she had been on Bikini Island, and to make matters worse Erasa's joyful song wasn't doing anything to remedy the situation.

"We're going to see Bulma! We're going to see Bulma!" The blonde's body rocked back and forth with each word. The young half saiyan couldn't help sneaking a peak in the rear view mirror at the bubbly girl, her hair was bouncing around her delicate face, soft golden strands threatening to end her chanting with a torrent of laughs if they tickled her just right, but it wasn't just her hair that Gohan found interesting… All the jumping around she was doing was causing dangerous things to happen to her tube top, the contents of which were jiggling out more and more with every syllable.

Videl was still in a fit, she didn't know why, but she was just angry. This whole business with Erasa's post had really shaken her up. Looking up at her boyfriend she knew that she had full confidence that he'd find a solution to their problem, even if that solution came from someone else. Speaking of that someone else, Videl still hadn't quite gotten over what Gohan had said he'd done to Bulma.

Her cheeks turning a light pink, Videl was starting to feel regretful for what she had done to him after he told her and her girlfriend what had happened. I mean, it was pretty honest of him…and he didn't do it on purpose. Videl took a deep breath. She was wrong to hit her boyfriend the way she did, she was just so aggressive right now, but she couldn't figure out exactly why.

Well I guess I better apologize. She thought. "Gohan…" She lifted her head to meet her boyfriend, expecting to see his dark onyx eyes turn to meet her violet ones, much to her dismay though they were looking elsewhere.

Gohan's tongue slightly poked out of his mouth as he drove, his eyes occasionally flicking to the road before screaming straight back to the rear view mirror. With all her dancing about, Erasa had at long last done the very thing so many boys at school had wanted to see for ages. She had a wardrobe malfunction. The blonde's low yellow tube top had finally given way on one side, causing her right boob to spill out, bouncing along with her hair to the merry chant of "We're going to see Bulma!"

Just keep on chanting, Erasa… Gohan couldn't help the perverted thoughts that crept into his mind. If they had been in public he would have sprung up and immediately covered his girlfriend, but they weren't in public so to speak, they were alone on a one lane road. That fact told the young man he could gawk at the jiggling flesh all he wanted, well if there hadn't been a third person in the car that is.

Seeing the "gaga" look that was plastered across her boyfriend's face, Videl quickly looked back to see what he was staring at, and to her horror it was arguably the worst thing to have loose in the back seat when a man was at the wheel. She knew that first hand from her experiences when her Father was driving and Miss Piiza was in the back. Why do all the top heavy girls wear such flimsy clothes?

Between Gohan's lack of attention to her attempted apology and Erasa's world class boob slip in the back seat, Videl was back in her old grouchy mood. "Errrgh…Gohan!" She shouted at the poor man, sending him plummeting back to reality.

"Wha—wha—what?" He gasped, realizing he had been caught red handed, although his cheeks were certainly redder than his hands were.

"Don't you "what" me! I saw what you were doing!" The fighter yelled at him.

Turning back to the dancing blonde she took aim at her too. "And you! Stop chanting for two seconds and for the love of Kami! Put your boob away!"

"We're going to see…huh…AHHH!" Erasa abruptly halted her chants, her attention being drawn to the escaped prisoner on her chest. As quickly as she could, the blonde scooped up her boob, the pale orb struggling in her hands as she placed it back in the confines of her tube top, the hard point sticking through the thin fabric being the only evidence that something had been amiss.

"Awww." Gohan sighed heavily. "Videl, did you really have to do that?" The normally shy man couldn't help voicing his frustrations. It had been a long car trip and Erasa's mishap had so far been the only exciting thing to happen. Considering how P-Oed Videl had been on the beach, Gohan had hoped Erasa would ride shotgun, at least he could count on her to make the road trip a little more…entertaining. Videl unfortunately had jumped in the passenger seat, running her finger nails along the side of the car as she waited for him to leave. He knew it would be a long car ride, just no idea that it would be this long.

"Hnngh!" Videl punched him In the arm. "You pervert!" She yelled, annoyed that the man had actually wanted to see their girlfriend exposed like that. Thankfully for Gohan though, her punch felt like nothing more than a light tap on his muscular arm.

"Well at least you didn't hit him anywhere important this time." The blonde said. Her breast back where it belonged, she leaned up so that she was peeking into the front of the car. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't hit him down low again. I kind of need that to stay in working order…if you know what I mean." She gave the two dark-haired fighters a suggestive wink.

Gohan gave a nervous chuckle while Videl rolled her eyes. "Why do I put up with you?" Videl sighed at the chipper blonde.

Erasa just smiled back at the angry girl before slowly saying in a sultry voice. "Because you like playing with them even more than Gohan does…" She gave her breasts a gentle squeeze, being sure that Gohan had a good view in that magical mirror of his.

Videl's face turned bright red as she finally quieted down for now. It seemed like Erasa's boobs really were the solution to everything.

They sat in silence for most of the remainder of the trip. Videl was scanning her phone, looking for any possible headlines that announced their steamy love affair; thankfully there were none.

Gohan took a quick peek in his mirror once more. Erasa had calmed down some, she was still doing her little jig, but in a much more controlled manner than before. He wouldn't be privy to another spill like that last one for a while. His eyes now moving to Videl, he couldn't help feeling them soften as he gazed upon her. Despite her bad attitude lately, he was having a hard time being mad with her. This whole girlfriend business was still relatively new to him so there was a learning curve that he had to overcome. Hopefully Bulma will have a solution to that problem too. He thought.

They were in West City now. The car was steadily approaching the center of the massive metropolis, and the Capsule Corp. dome was just beginning to peak over the skyline. "Hey! Wake up, you two! We're almost there. Hahaha!" Gohan beamed happily at the familiar yellow dome; he had been there so many times over the years, each time being a happy reunion with friends he had had since birth. Apart from Kame House, this was where the Z fighters met up to overcome whatever problem they were facing. Now though he had what seemed to be a greater problem than the ones which he had met the others to discuss those many times, this time is wasn't a problem of a world ending monster. This time, it was a girl problem.

"YAY! We're going to see Bulma!" Erasa resumed her cheering, just as animated as she was before.

"Hey! Careful back there!" Videl called back to her. "You don't want to flash half the city, do you?"

"Oh, uhh…no." Erasa sat back down, being sure that her tube top was pulled up enough to keep her melons in check.

As Gohan pulled up outside the building he turned around so that he could talk to both of his girlfriends directly. "Now, remember what I said earlier about waiting here." He looked sternly at the two of them. "This whole thing is going to be hard enough to explain to Bulma anyway; it'll be easier if there is just one person there to talk to her instead of three.

"Fine." Videl crossed her arms over her chest, her arms resting comfortably below her perky bosom.

"Awww! But I wanted to meet Bulma!" Erasa wailed from the back seat, her big blue eyes welling up with tears as she received the bad news.

"I'm sorry, Erasa, but it will just be easier this way." Gohan gave her a smile before leaning back and placing a strong kiss on her candy lips. "I'll be back soon." With that, he turned around and opened the car door.

Two pairs of eyes watched him step out and walk away, their gazes slowly sinking down to his firm butt. "At least we get a show." Erasa giggled, the blonde's joke not registering with her girlfriend. Videl was far too distracted by "the show".

"Hey, Candy! Is Bulma around?" Gohan cheerily asked the girl at the front desk.

The pink-haired girl looked up with a bored expression, but upon seeing the young man once again she perked up immediately, remembering what had happened the last time she had delayed his meeting with her boss. "Oh, Hi, Mr. Son!" She squeaked. The poor girl's hands flew around her desk, hitting every switch and button she could; just as long as she hit the one that opened the door she was fine.

Gohan could only look on the scene with a light blush. Wow! She isn't that afraid of Bulma…is she?

At long last the door opened, and much to the girl's relief Gohan walked through it. "Bye, Candy! See ya next time!" Gohan called as they slid shut behind him, leaving Candy alone at her desk once more.

Gohan strolled down the long halls of Capsule Corp. "Now where is Bulma…" He concentrated and before long he was easily able to locate Bulma's power signature, along with another one. Looks like Vegeta's here too. At least they're not in the same room… He blushed a little as he shook the dirty thoughts from his head. Come on, Gohan pull yourself together. You've got two girlfriends. The last thing you need to think about are Bulma's- He gulped. Curves.

After some effort he finally found his way to Bulma's power signature. She was in her lab; no doubt she was working on some sort of new dynocap for the company. Gohan paused at the door. This is going to be hard, but if I don't tell her everything; she won't be able to help. With one last deep breath he walked through the automatic doors.

"Hey, Gohan!" Bulma called from the other side of the room, her voice sounded happy to see him. "What took you so long to come in? You were just standing at my door for a couple of minutes there."

Gohan froze. "H-How did you know I was there?" He could not believe she had known he was coming. But, how? Had Vegeta taught her to sense energy?

"This is a giant company ya know?" She turned around with a confident smirk on her lips. "We do have security cameras." She pointed at the monitor she had been looking at while she worked.

"Oh…that's a relief…" Gohan sighed.

"What's that?" Bulma turned back towards him. "Did you say something?"

"No…uhh, nothing!" Gohan waved his hands around his head. "It's just that I came by to-"He was quickly cut off as Bulma remembered their earlier conversation.

"Oh, that's right! You just came back from your summer vacation, didn't you?" A teasing smirk spread across her face as she seemingly instantly shot across the room so that she was standing beside him.

"Ya, uhh, that's what I was meaning to talk to you about…" Gohan's hand went to the back of his head. An instant sign to Bulma that there was quite a story to be told.

"Soooo, how did it go? Is our little Gohan a man now?" She elbowed him several times in the ribs.

All the blood that rushed to the half saiyan's face told Bulma all she needed to know. Her grin widening to that of a Cheshire cat she decided to prod further. "Who's the lucky girl then? Have I met her before?" Bulma was getting closer and closer to Gohan's blushing face with every question, putting more and more pressure on the man to finally spill the beans. "Come on, if you have the balls to take MY top off, surely you could handle a teenage girl's."

That last comment did it. Gohan finally broke. "Well you haven't met them before, but I kinda brought them here with me today hahahahahahah!" His arm was now furiously rubbing the back of his head, the speed threatening to set a fire if he wasn't careful.

Bulma's eyes went wide as she heard him say "they". A detail that Gohan had known would set off the bluennette. "I knew it! You are a dog!" She slapped him playfully on the arm.

Backing away for a moment she looked him up and down before letting out a sigh and shaking her head. "You saiyans really are all the same aren't you?"

Letting out a playful giggle, she raised her head so that she was looking him straight in the eyes. "Well by the looks of things you've accomplished what every guy I know has at least attempted, save for your Father of course. He was always too busy training to have much time for dating."

"That's just it." Gohan said, he was doing his best to speak properly despite his heavy blush. "We've all been great friends for a long time so taking this next step wasn't as difficult as it could have been."

Bulma simply nodded as he spoke. "Okay, that makes sense. So far so good. Where's the snag?"

"The snag…" He gulped. "Is our parents."

Bulma's face formed back into a grin. "And there it is! Let me guess. Afraid her Pop is going to rip you a new one? No. Wait, I forgot who I was talking to. Mr. Super Saiyan 2."

"Well you're kinda right." Gohan was starting to cause a little smoke on his head now. "Her Dad is the one who defeated Cell."

"No. You're the one who defeated Cell." Bulma scowled at him. "Everyone just thinks…it…was…Hercule…" The guilty look on his face spoke volumes.

Bulma instantly face palmed. "Oh, my Dende. You screwed Hercule's daughter."

"And…best friend. Heheheheh" The smoke detector was starting its preemptive beeps now.

The CEO let out a long sigh, her head still hung low as her hand slowly started massaging her temples. "Okay." She started. Now looking back up at him again. "You really know how to back yourself into a corner, don't you kid?"

Gohan could only look at the ground sheepishly. He had been a naughty boy…a very naughty boy.

"First things first." She walked over to the intercom and pressed the switch. Taking in a deep breath she leaned into the microphone before yelling, "Candy! There are two girls outside! Go out there and bring them to my work shop now!"

Gohan recoiled against the wall, his hands covering his face in fear. Is this how she always is with her staff?!

Candy, the poor thing, had only just gotten her desk back in order from the last fiasco when Bulma's voice thundered over the intercom. Candy was quick to respond. Hitting the button she called back. "Yes, Mrs. Briefs" before running outside to track down the two girls.

Bulma straightened back up, her white lab coat fluttering around her, as she looked over at Gohan's petrified form. "They'll be here in a minute…what? What's the matter?" All she got back were a few worried whimpers.

"Hmm. I wonder what's up with him all of a sudden?" Bulma cocked her head curiously.

A few minutes later found an immensely flustered pink-haired girl shoving two rather alarmed young women through the automatic doors. "Here they are ma'am!" She yelled back down the hall as she sped back to her desk. At least the benefits made up for all the job stress.

It took Videl and Erasa a couple moments to figure out where they were. Candy had picked them up and brought them in so fast it had made their heads spin!

"So you're the famous girlfriends I've been hearing so much about!" Bulma called to them, a knowing look on her face.

Erasa immediately lit up like a tree on Freeza Day. "Oh, My Kami!" You're Bulma Briefs!" The blonde had stars in her eyes as she ran up to the bluennette, instantly capturing her in an embrace full of admiration, an embrace that Gohan noted did amazing things with the well-endowed women's bodies.

"Ya." Gohan smiled uneasily. "That is Erasa and this…" He grabbed Videl by the arm and brought her over to where the blonde was attempting to suffocate the bluennette. "Is Videl. Ahem… Hercule's daughter."

Videl looked up at him rather annoyed. Why the hell did he feel the need to bring that up?

"Ah, so you're the daughter of the frau-" Bulma was stopped as Gohan shot her a warning look. It screamed. "Don't go there!" She decided to rephrase her sentence. "The daughter of the champ."

"Yeah, that's right." Videl was being about as pleasant as Vegeta on a good day.

Silence soon fell upon the room as Bulma looked between the two girls. They couldn't possibly be any more different. She observed. One is overly excited and stacked like a Playdragon centerfold, and the other is angry and very strong, or at least she looks like it by the way she's flexing every two seconds.

Well now that we're all her, how about I help you with your little problem?" Bulma tilted her head in a friendly manner.

"Oh, my Kami! Bulma is talking to me!" Erasa continued to squeal. Videl meanwhile just shot the genius an uncertain look. Can this woman really solve all our problems?

Just as Gohan was about to close the distance and join the women on the other side of the lab, Bulma stopped him. "Now hold on, big guy." She winked. "This conversation is just for the girls. You can just stay over there and wait patiently, k?"

Gohan sighed before retreating back to his corner. "Okay."

Bulma seemed to talk to the girls forever. Gohan had lost track of time long ago. It was starting to get really boring just waiting around for her to finish talk to his-

"Ah, the son of Kakarot is here. What an honor for the super saiyan 2 to grace us with his presence." Gohan was knocked out of his reverie by the voice of none other than the saiyan prince, Vegeta.

"Oh! Hey, Vegeta, what's up?" Gohan asked the mighty warrior, his body instantly straightening up in the man's presence so as not to set him off. The last thing he wanted right now was to cause a fight with Vegeta off all people.

Gohan couldn't tell if what happened next was lucky for him or not. Vegeta turned his attention away from the young half breed, his gaze following his nose to the two distinct feminine forms in the room besides his wife. "Well now…" His eyes scanned over Erasa's and Videl's forms slowly. "Those are some delicious looking females over there." He turned back to Gohan, a smirk forming on his stern lips. "Tell me son of Kakarot, are they yours?"

Gohan didn't like the way he was talking about his girlfriends but held his tongue for now. "Yes...the girls over there are my girlfriends."

"Oh hoho!" Vegeta's face lit up. "Two females, my my, we may just make a saiyan out of you yet, boy."

Vegeta's admiration for the blushing lad was short lived however as Videl decided to make her feelings known.

"Hey, Gohan!" She called from across the room. It appeared that Bulma had finished her lecture, and was now being bombarded by Erasa with every sort of fashion and…bra related question she could think of.

"Y-Yes! Videl!" Gohan called back, just as surprised as before.

"Be ready to finish your conversation with what's his face over there! We'll be leaving soon!" The look Videl was giving Gohan said quite a bit about their relationship. She was calling a lot of the shots at the moment.

As she turned back to watch Erasa's harassment of the CEO, Vegeta looked over at Gohan in complete and utter disgust. "Well perhaps I may have spoken too soon." He shook his head. "What's the point in having two females when one thinks she can boss you around? May as well only have the blonde one. She does have a lot of the same qualities as my Bulma…" His eyes lingered on Erasa's exposed cleavage a little too long.

"I'm not sure I like what you're saying, Vegeta." Gohan said sternly. Sure, he didn't like Videl's attitude lately, but he also didn't appreciate Vegeta talking about her like she was an object for him to control. She was his just as much as he was hers. They were equals.

Vegeta gave the boy a fake shocked look; his eyebrows shooting up as she gave him his trademark "Prince of all Saiyans" smirk. "Oh, but I think you will." He grinned. "Since my wife has been kind enough to give your females some advice, I think I'll give you some as well. Saiyan to Saiyan."

Gohan's expression softened. "What kind of advice?" He asked, generally perplexed.

"The only advice you need. Now watch and learn." Vegeta turned away from the half breed as he marched in Bulma's direction.

What the hell is he up to? Gohan asked himself.

"Woman! The gravity room is broken! I need it fixed right now!" Vegeta bellowed as he reached his blue-haired mate.

Bulma gave an annoyed sigh as she pushed Erasa off of her. "Honey, I'll fix it later, now do you mind? I kinda have company right now."

"No!" Vegeta pressed on. "I need it fixed now!"

"Vegeta!" Bulma now raised her voice to meet his, both in volume and ferocity. "I'll fix it when I'm done!"

"NOW!" He ordered her to fix the machine, a machine that wasn't really broken at all.

"Dende, Damnit, Vegeta!" Bulma was screaming at him now. "I'll fix it when I get to it-"

The raging bluennette was suddenly cut off from her tirade as Vegeta swept her up in a lustful embrace, his lips silencing hers while his tongue dove down her throat.

The three teens instantly froze. What on Earth had just happened they didn't know. Videl was rather irritated at by the man's sudden act, while Erasa held her hands to her mouth, she couldn't believe she was seeing her icon's large breast being molded in the Prince's hand as he made out with her.

Their kiss went on for several minutes, the blushes coating the teens' faces darkening with each passing second. Vegeta continued to softly press his fingers into the flesh of Bulma's covered breast even as his tongue chased hers with an almost religious fervor.

Finally, the kiss ended, both parties released the other from their wonderful lip lock, their breaths coming in pants. A light pink blush covering her cheeks, Bulma straightened her lab coat before walking out the door, undoubtedly on her way to a machine that had no need of fixing.

Vegeta shot Gohan a triumphant look as he followed her. "Your welcome." He mouthed at him as the door slid shit behind the saiyan prince.

While the two girls were in a state of complete shock; Gohan understood Vegeta's rather chauvinist lesson, and as his eyes shifted over to Videl's flabbergasted face. He wondered. Is it really that easy?

A/N: Ooooo! What did Bulma say to Erasa and Videl? And what an ending, am I right? I am reading each and every review carefully so helpful feedback is always appreciated. I am thinking these chapters up and writing them each week so not too much is planned ahead, which leaves plenty of room for changing things based on those REVIEWS. Speaking of REVIEWS! You're going to write one, aren't you? Or does Vegeta need to get you in line? ;)