A/N: Flying over the never ending oceans off the coast of the continent there is something weird going on in the far islands. A plum of dark smoke spiraling up into the air, is it yet another foreboding sign of evil for Z Fighters or is it something far too familiar instead? The race is on to the turtle tonight, on the next episode of DBZ Xtreme Beach Battle!
Open Ocean:
"I can't believe it's been so long since we moved out…" Krillin said as he gazed down at the deep blue waves crashing beneath them, each crest collapsing into its trough in the blink of an eye, the sheer speed he and his companion flew at making the lives of the water pass even before the next seemed to begin. "…Heheh…well I guess it doesn't seem like so long for you though?..." sending a sharp, but still teasing grin at the woman flying by his side, the bald headed warrior could already tell just from the look on her face when he talked about the private island of the turtle hermit that she wasn't as…nostalgic as he was when it came to that old place, although that was probably entirely due to the old man who inhabited it. "…Not that I can blame you…old Roshi has always been a bit of a perv…"
Sky blue, almost crystal colored eyes staring forward as they flew at hypersonic speeds, Eighteen shifted them just slightly enough to look at her husband flying a little ahead of her, "A bit of a perv?..." She asked him, those lightly colored orbs of hers locking onto his little black dots now, the woman giving him an incredulous look for the stupid thing he'd just said, "…Are you kidding me?...Krillin, the man tried to see me naked every chance he got…" now she was glaring at him as he looked back at her, a large sweat drop forming on his big dumb head.
"…Hell, he even tried to get in the shower with me…" Her glare not at all lessening even as she spoke to her husband, the expression of 'please kill me' that covered his face only grew worse and worse the longer she went on, both because she was right since she was his girl and all…aaand she was just right in general, as anyone, but the old master would agree. "…You should know…you were the one he ended up groping…" Eighteen scrunched up her eyebrows when he shut his eyes, the blue streak on his face telling her he remembered well enough what happened to still be sick over it, "…Tell me honestly, would you seriously have been okay if he ended up grabbing these instead?..."
The buxom blonde directing both of her pointer fingers to her chest, the amount of soft flesh in her shoulder cut off jean jacket just the stuff of Roshi's dreams…and Krillin's reality. Cheeks turning bright red in understanding, the man really couldn't argue with her logic, Krillin was certainly possessive of her rockin' body that was for sure, she was his girl in every way and she knew he liked it that way.
"Yeah…that's what I thought…" Eighteen smirked victoriously up at her man, the look on his face telling any birds they past that he got her point, but even so…she could still drive it home though, "…So in the end it was a good thing for us both that we left…" still grinning at him, the blonde seeing the rather down form of his lips, she decided to admit something she hadn't before. "...Even if I did enjoy the island itself…" Her words of praise for Kame House coming completely out of left field, Krillin instantly flipped over onto his back mid-flight, gazing back at his lovely lady and her amazing revelation as if she'd shot a ki blast at him.
"…How did I know you would stare at me like this when I said that?..." Her smirk picking up in intensity even as their speed decreased somewhat, Eighteen loved it when she could get her husband like this, the man was always so calm and at ease, so when she was able to get a reaction like this out of him so easily…it felt good, "…I mean it though…that little house is nice…the sun…the sea…I loved waking up every morning and taking a walk along the beach…" she let her smirk transform into a smile as she turned her gaze down towards the shining waters passing so quickly below them, looking at them just as she had on those early mornings, "…Even if that beach was just a small circle…I enjoyed it…"
Slowly looking back up again, Eighteen almost grounded to a complete halt at the stupid look on her man's face, Krillin's cheeks glowing bright red, he was so distracted by something he simply let his mouth hang open, his mind obviously too busy thinking about something to bother controlling it…or even trying to for that matter. Her own lips reforming into a teasing grin, Eighteen was pretty sure she knew exactly why her man had started blushing so much when she mentioned her early morning walks. "…I take it by that dumb look on your face you caught me one of those mornings I went for a swim?..." She asked, the woman already knowing the answer to that question of hers, it was obvious.
As dangerous as it was being a girl at Kame House, Eighteen could more than handle herself, being stronger than the vast majority of the Z fighters she wasn't about to let an old man keep her from doing what she wanted. So every morning, when the old man and his turtle companion were still dozing, the blonde would step outside, her feet just barely being caressed by the warm ocean waters, and after a quick check to be sure no one was around…strip down for a liberating early morning skinny dip. Seeing her husband as he was now, there was no questioning that while he'd never brought it up, the man had on at least one occasion peeped on his wife as she took her clothes off outside before diving into the sea.
In fact, if she looked hard enough she bet she could see her own round ass as she bent over to slip her panties off in his eyes, "…Yeah…I think you caught me…" smirking back up at him, her blonde hair whipping around in the wind, she could start to see that little pink house rising up on the horizon, they were almost there! "…I don't mind you perving on me…I am your wife after all…" She said, her sky blue orbs redirecting their attention to the house they were almost at, she shot Krillin one last look before he flipped back over, the man sensing that the island was near, "…Just don't go telling anyone I do that…you wouldn't want me to stop walking around naked now would you?..." The bald man's head shaking back and forth so fast Eighteen wondered how he hadn't shot off in another direction just from the turbulence he was causing himself, they both suddenly looked down, they had arrived.
Their eyes moving across the wide open sea, there was nothing, but blue to see in all directions, except for that one tiny island right smack dab in the middle of it all, but even though the couple expected to see that wooden pink house, the thing they were not prepared to see was the plume of black smoke emanating from a small crater on the far side of the beach. "Hey…what the hell happened down there?..." Krillin said as he gave his wife a questioning look, the woman flying alongside him now, she let him lead the way because she'd purposefully forgotten where the island was since they moved, now that they had found it though she was right up there with him, "…I haven't sensed any huge power levels around or anything…what could have caused that?..."
Her gaze shifting back and forth between Krillin and the crater, while her man couldn't see exactly what was the cause of that smoke signal, she could, her eyes scanning the island, it didn't take more than a moment before she'd found the source…and Roshi for that matter. "Krillin!..." Eighteen suddenly said his name, her voice more than a little concerned, that fact alone already bringing the man's level of alertness up to DEFCON 1, the blonde didn't get amped up like that over nothing, and not often, so he knew to take her seriously when she was, "…Krillin, the thing in that crater making all that smoke…" she said as she glanced over at him, the woman seeing the worry in her husband's face even before she said it, "…It's Roshi…"
No sooner had the name of his master left his wife's pert pink lips had the clear aura of energy exploded around him, his muscles bulging out as he prepared for what was bound to be a fight somewhere down on the island, Krillin suddenly shot down there at break neck speed! "Wait! Krillin!" Eighteen tried to call after him, but it was to no avail, he was heading down there, and that meant that she was too! No way she was letting her man get hurt when she was there to keep him safe! Power flowing through her body, the blonde gave one sharp kick of her tanned jeans before she too was blasting down towards the small island, her concern for her Krillin just as strong as his was for his perverted master…and likely his perverted master's was for his wife's body.
Kame House:
Two sets of feet slamming into the sand beside the crater, one of heavy blue boots, the other a pair of light blue sneakers, the boots were the first to move, one landing in front of the other, Krillin dashed down to the bottom of the pit where all the dark smoke was billowing up from. Deciding to stand watch up at the top, Eighteen waited for him, her guard up just in case whoever did this decided to come back for a second round. Standing there for all of a minute, very soon the sounds of her husband's boots sinking into the hot sand as he made his way back up again reached her ears, the woman's light blonde hair blowing in the cool ocean breeze, her eyebrows nearly flew off her beautiful face when she saw the old man in Krillin's arms, "Roshi…"
That had been half an hour ago, the pair now standing beside the old man in his pathetic excuse for a bed, really a grungy pink mattress covered in dirty mags, they looked down on him with concern, Krillin much closer than Eighteen was of course, he may have been hurt, but she wasn't taking any chances leaning over him, she'd had Krillin maneuver his face in between her breasts for a little 'puff puff' too many times when all she wanted was to reach across him for her glass of water in the morning. "Master Roshi?...Can you hear me, Master?..." The bald headed monk asked the old hermit, holding his right hand with both of his as if he expected him to keel over any moment. It was true the ancient turtle had taken a severe beating, saiyan class if anything by the looks of things, but now that he was covered from head to toe in bandages…he looked a little better. "…Roshi…are you alright?...Who did this to you?...Tell me…" Krillin said again, his grip on the old man increasing, it wasn't long before he got an answer.
His sunglasses looking up at his pupil, Roshi could see just how worried he was for him, his head slowly turning to face the bald headed warrior, he was weak…very weak, but was still able to talk, if little else. "Uh…he…hey there, Krillin…" he stuttered out, the damage that had been done to him keeping him from really saying a lot, well maybe, "…Ho…How are you doing?..." The old man looking first at his student, it didn't take long for the old master to notice the beautiful young woman standing just out of reach on his left side. Her jean jacket buttoned up, the shoulders torn off, she was much different from how he remembered her…not that he minded the…enhancements that motherhood had given to the supple machine girl.
'Oh…Mama…' His perverted eyes sinking lower behind those infamous red sunglasses of his, the old lecher centered them on the mother's rather pronounced chest, his eyes roaming over the two large globes of jean covered flesh even as he seemed so close to death. "I…I am feeling alright myself…just…just a little bit of a scuff over something from a long time ago…heh…heheh…"
His neck popping and cracking as he turned it against the bandages keeping him in place, Roshi faced Krillin even as he mentally massaged his wife. '…Oh yeah…look at the size of those knockers…' the old man's eyes trying their best to bore through her jacket, he could tell from the moment he saw her that the woman had put on just the kind of weight that he loved so much about a girl becoming a mother, '…talk about a busty blonde…yahoo! Oh, baby those puppies look like I could squeeze them as hard as I could and they still wouldn't pop!...'
Not at all realizing what was going on, Krillin kept on talking to him, holding his master's hand close as he looked into those dark sunglasses of his. "…Heheh…a scuff…yeah, you seem to still be yourself in there, you old coot…" the martial artist smirked, his hands at long last releasing the hermit's from their grasp, "…I know you probably don't want me to go after them then…" he rubbed the back of his head gently, the younger male looking off into the distance, a small faint pink blush on his cheeks at his rather heroic words, "…but at least tell me who it was who did this…and why...I'd really appreciate it." Turning back to wait for Roshi's response, Eighteen looked up from where she'd been glancing around the room when he spoke.
"Oh…well…I guess I can tell you…" Master Roshi said slowly, his muscles regaining a little bit of strength from the relaxing ointment Krillin had put on him, even though he had wished Eighteen would of instead. "…It was just some old business with Vegeta…" the old man said much to the surprise of the couple present, the looks of shock on their faces making it clear that he'd gained their attention in the blink of an eye, even Eighteen's, and honestly having that babe's attention was as good as seeing most other girls in a bikini for him. "…Said something about avenging his Bulma's dignity…" the old man saying those last few words, the shocked, almost battle ready looks on both Eighteen and Krillin's faces suddenly faded, them being instantly replaced with an annoyed look that told the story of just how much they now knew about what went down and why.
Shutting his eyes as he made sure not to look his wife's way, Krillin spoke carefully, and methodically, his own eyebrows starting to possess a rather bad twitch, not that they at all compared to the mark of irritation that had sprung up on Eighteen's forehead, oh yeah…she knew just as well as he did about why the old man was in such a terrible state. Taking in a deep breath, Krillin relaxed his muscles before speaking, "…Master Roshi…" he asked as nicely, and calmly as he could, doing his best not to tell the old man just how much he had it coming or let Eighteen know that he was partly to blame for one of those moments when Bulma's dignity was stolen, "…Did Vegeta doing this to you happen to have anything at all to do with all the perverted and disrespectful things you've done to Bulma over the years?..."
The pair staring at the injured old lecher as if he was somehow the villain when he was the poor damaged soul left bed ridden for who knows how long, Roshi could already feel the sweat running down the sides of his bandaged head just from their expressions alone! "Hey, now! How is that fair?..." The old turtle hermit asked them, the man trying to lift his arms up in a 'what the hell?' gesture, but only ended up shifting them around inside his casts, the look of indignation on his face just as lost to them underneath all of the heavy bandaging.
"…I'm just a poor, defenseless old man! And that lunatic young ruffian from outer space invaded my island and beat me up!..." Turning his head back and forth as fast as he could, so about as fast as a very cumbersome tank turret, Roshi looked between the pair, his annoyance with how they could see him as the bad guy here over Vegeta of all people really getting his turtle. "…Why are you two looking at me like I'm the one who deserved a beating here?..."
Taking another long deep breath, Krillin suddenly got up from where he had been kneeling by Roshi's side, the man slowly walking over to his wife, he reached up and gave her a quick peck on the cheek, "Babe, do me a favor and watch over him for a little while, alright?..." He said beaming up at her, the blonde android staring down at him with more than a little surprise, even if the old pervert's joy over this request somehow overrode all the pain he was feeling from nearly getting killed by Vegeta, "…I need to go get Master Roshi a senzu bean from Korin."
The woman keeping her eyes on her husband, even while Roshi did his best to imagine how wonderful his time alone with the beautiful blonde bombshell would be, she could still sense the disappointment in Krillin's voice, the fact that he had gotten so worked up and worried over his old master just for it to turn out that it was a beating in the making for over fifteen years coming to fruition bothering him more than anything. Seeing him like that, that look of…of a little embarrassment in his little black eyes, Eighteen nodded, "…Sure…I'll look after him until you get back, hun…" She said, the woman leaning down ever so slightly, Roshi grinned through his broken teeth as those large breasts of hers barely rubbed against her husband's shoulder as she kissed him, that small amount of contact something he would kill for to get with the blonde. "…Just make sure you get back alright…you know how I don't like being alone with him…especially if he's already this hurt."
Taking a glance back over his shoulder, all Krillin could see was the old mummy with a big white beard and mustache , a pair of sunglasses propped up above them, not the creepy old man currently wishing he could stick his face between his beautiful wife's melons and motorboat them until he reached dry land, "…Heh…don't worry about that, babe…" he said looking Roshi over, the old man sighing a little bit in sadness over the truth of his coming words, "…Vegeta broke every bone in his body…I bet you could tell him to feel you up and he wouldn't be able to." The abrupt pathetic whimpers erupting from the downed hermit telling Eighteen that her husband was right, the thought of doing that made her grin inside, even if it was one of the meanest things she could ever think of doing.
With the small parting kiss goodbye left on the android's cheek, Krillin was off, the sounds of doors opening and closing behind him, the two just stood there as they heard him take off, the student of the turtle school leaving them alone for the time being. Alone…with Eighteen…yeah that was where good old Roshi was now…his eyes roaming all over her body, he was truly in heaven, well only if heaven lasted for a second or two. "Now that he's gone…" The blonde vixen opened her mouth, pink lips moving ever so slowly as she stood up straight again, her body turning towards the door to the old man's bedroom, "…I think it's okay to tell you I know you've been ogling my chest the entire time I've been standing here…" Her pale blue eyes glancing back in his direction, she turned her back on him so that he could realize on his own what that probably meant for him.
The woman still facing away from him, she slowly moved her hands in front of her body, each of them meeting the other as she prepared for war. "Wa—wait..no!..." Roshi tried to squirm within his bandages, the sounds of knuckles cracking drawing his attention as well as eternal fear the instant he heard it. "…Please…please don't be mad at me, Eighteen…" he tried to get himself out of the hole he was in, his eyes shaking back and forth inside his bandaged head, there was nothing he would be able to do to get away if the woman decided to go after him even if he wasn't like this, still though being able to run would have been nice, "…I…I only wanted to look…and be…besides you have your jacket on, dontcha?...I…you know I can't see anything anyway…So what's the big deal?..."
The eerie sounds of her knuckles cracking drawing to a close, the blonde just stood there, facing away from Roshi without moving a muscle. It was nice and all her not killing him right now, but did she seriously have to just stand there? The anticipation of his ultimate doom was worse than the beating he had received from Vegeta already! Her hands slowly reaching out, Eighteen grasped the door handle in her right hand before opening it up, letting the cool ocean air into the increasingly stuffy space.
"Oh yeah…you can't…well…how about we change that?..." The woman looking back over her shoulder at him through a curtain of platinum blonde hair, Roshi felt like his head was about to explode in sheer joy as suddenly her hands worked their way down the front of her top. Her fingers moving at lightning speeds, the old pervert was barely about to blush before suddenly, and with no warning at all, Eighteen opened up the front of her jean jacket, the rough material easily sliding down the backs of her arms, the blonde let it drop to her feet behind her, the babe's bare back exposed to Roshi's perverted gaze.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH MMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMAAAAAAA!" He cried, his sunglasses bursting into pieces as his eyes shot through them, the old master couldn't believe his eyes! Android Eighteen, the monster which should have destroyed the future, and Eighteen the beautiful wife of his student Krillin, had just…she'd just taken her top of right in front of him! And to top it all off, he was right! He was actually right! Despite being as well-endowed as she had become since becoming a mother Eighteen's body was so firm she didn't even wear a BRA!
Hearing the noises of his panicked cry of joy was music to Eighteen's ears, the woman had been thinking about how she was going to get the old pervert back for feeling up what was hers and hers alone for a while now… 'You may not have ever gotten your hands on me, old man…' She looked back at him through that gorgeous golden hair of hers, his eyes shooting through his red sunglasses even as he tried in vain to search out any small amount of her supple chest from the view he had of her nude back, '…But like it or not you put them all over MY man when he was naked in the shower…and for that I have to get you back…' Her sky blue eyes now meeting his exploding black ones, the most devious woman of them all had her prey right where she wanted him.
"There…I think that solved...that little problem, now didn't it?..." Eighteen said as she gazed over her bare shoulder at the crippled old pervert, the sheer look of lust and want in his eyes confirming that victory was within her grasp even easier than she had expected it to be, "…You know…I've wanted to go for a walk topless for a while now…"
Her arms still down at her sides, she kept them there even as she moved her lower arms around, Eighteen wasn't dumb, she knew that even though she was of the firm sort, her breasts were large enough at this point to be visible from behind a little if she lifted her arms up, and this being a punishment and not a tease, he wasn't getting even a hint of her side boobs. "…And since Krillin's left this is probably my best chance…" Smiling back at the old master, that man who had groped Maron's boob, rubbed Bulma's ass, poked Launch's nipple, and smothered his face in Chi-Chi's chest, Eighteen gave him a playful wink, the woman's youthful playfulness seemingly overflowing just for him now that they were alone.
"…You should join me…" she smiled, that silky smooth blonde hair of hers covering just one of her eyes as she gazed down at him, her topless body so close to his yet so far away, "…I'm much bigger than I was back before I had Marron…" Her left arm wrapping around her soft boobies, Eighteen turned back a little to beckon the martial arts master over to her, her pointer finger curling in again and again telling him to follow, "…Well come on…what are you waiting for?..." She smirked playfully at him as she watched him struggle to move over to her, even an inch would be something, but no matter what he did he couldn't seem to move so much as a muscle in an real direction! "…Awww…why not?...I swear they're still real…although I bet you could tell a natural pair of F cup tits from fake ones just from looking right?..."
All movement coming to a screeching halt on the old man, Roshi had to stop for a second to think over what he's just heard, '…Eighteen…Android Eighteen…that beautiful blonde bombshell that moved out because of me has…that fox of a woman has a natural pair of F cup hooters?...' The sheer amount of luck that his damn student had garnered through all those times he got killed or nearly did finally bearing big, soft, pale fruit, Roshi was over the moon with joy to take his well-deserved slice of that bouncy luck as his master, but the only problem with that was no matter how hard he tried, the poor old bastard couldn't move even a millimeter towards the topless blonde. '…WHAT THE HELL!? WHY CAN'T I MOVE?! EIGHTEEN IS RIGHT THERE WITH HER HUGE KNOCKERS OUT AND I CAN'T EVEN WALK OVER TO HER!"
Watching the silly old man shake around within his casts for the better part of five minutes, Eighteen merely grinned through her curtain of platinum blonde hair at him, her plan working even better than she had thought, it was time to put in the finishing move. "…Oh well…I guess if you just want to relax…I don't blame you…" the topless babe let out a fake sigh at her lack of a companion for her walk, "…that's too bad…my breasts always bounce around a little more than I can control..."
Her eyes still turned downward, Roshi's wear probably halfway over to the blonde now, each of them about to snap out of his skull if he reached any further, not that them getting there would matter, she still wasn't facing him with her big melons! "…I would have appreciated someone being there to hold them up for me…they are kinda heavy…" The busty blonde gently cupping the undersides of her melons in her small hands, she hefted them up until she was showing off the best cleavage she could manage, well to anyone in front of her that is, "…But you know what…you're right…you need your rest…" She finally said, her left arm once again folding over her soft breasts. Master Roshi's eyes suddenly retracting back into his skull, the old man's face seemed to get sadder and sadder with each and every word to leave the woman's lips. "…So you just lie back, and relax...you've deserved this for a long…long time…" Eighteen struggled to keep the delicious irony in her voice from spilling out as she spoke.
Tears at missing out on seeing Eighteen's new big mommy boobies rolling down Roshi's inner bandaging like a flood, the old pervert could only sit there and shake in his juices, the most beautiful sight of his entire life leaving to wander around his home topless while he was forced to sit in his bed and miss out on the show of a lifetime! The half-naked android slowly stepping through the doorway, she turned part way and blew a little kiss back at the disabled lecher, her firm breasts wobbling around her arm just out of his sight, "…Actually, don't tell anyone, but I think I'll just go skinny dipping!...Don't tell Krillin, alright?" The door suddenly slamming behind the topless woman not even a millisecond after she said that last sexy word, Eighteen could hear the sad cries of loss the old man made from through the hard wooden door.
Her revenge for all the perverted things that the old man had done to both her and that one time her husband became the accidental victim paid back in full, Eighteen let out a soft sigh, her left arm dropping down to let her large breasts bounce back into the open air, it was nice giving them some fresh air after being cooped up in that jacket all day, besides they were starting to get a little sweaty when she was holding them, and Dende knew the last thing the blonde woman wanted was for them to get a little too slippery and slip out while she was in there with Roshi.
"There…I think that should make us even for the time being at least…" Eighteen smirked as the pathetic sounds continued to resonate within her ears, his cries for the sight lost to him forever of just what becoming a mother could do to a girl, "…Wow I guess he REALLY wanted to see my tits…" A victorious look glowing in her eyes, Eighteen smirked, her arms rising up to fold behind the back of her head, the blonde's large boobs wobbled around with nothing covering them should someone appear. With the lecher in his pen and her girls out of theirs, she slowly made her way out the front door of Kame House to the beach, the two soft globes of female flesh Master Roshi still wanted to see so…so badly leading the way, not a shred of clothing or cover blocking them, "…Oh well…" That most devious of warriors smirked as the warm sun greeted her pale skin into its outdoor realm, "…If he really wanted to see them that badly he would have come along…"
Her feet sinking gently into the heated, damp sand beneath them, Eighteen stretched, the woman looking out at the sea sprawled out before her. The sound of someone landing behind her, the topless vixen turned around as gracefully as she could, her beautiful short platinum blond hair swishing around her model grade looks, the rest of her also body moving to face her husband, the noise Krillin's jaw made when it hit the ground could be heard the instant her big white breasts came wobbling into his view. Seeing his wife topless at Kame House may have been a long running dream of the lucky little martial artist, yet he had never expected to see it realized.
One blonde eyebrow rising up as his eyes roamed all over her exposed bosom just as Roshi had done her bare back, Eighteen let those pink lips of hers form into a playful smirk as she placed her delicate hands on her hips, "Roshi didn't want to go skinny dipping…" that look on her face as she gave her man the sexiest view of his life getting that much hotter as the topless woman gingerly made her way over to him, each time her feet hit the soft sand causing the small amounts of supple fat which clung to her fit curves to move, two particularly blessed globes bouncing a lot more than all the other places, "…Now isn't that a shame?..." One hand reaching down to her jeans, with just a flick of her wrist that tanned piece of clothing quickly slid down her bare legs, Krillin's eyes instantly shooting down to stare at that deliciously supple area below her navel even while only her tight, firm ass could be seen from behind her.
A huge twitch appearing on the side of the bald headed man's mouth as suddenly the bag of senzu beans he was holding hit the hot sand beneath him, Eighteen gently cupped his chin…and shut his mouth for him, "…But maybe I can still have some company…" Staring straight at the wonderful valley only he had ever experienced sitting right in front of him, Eighteen knew she had him "...Well?...Wanna join me instead…big boy?..." His senses completely frozen, all the Z fighter could feel was his face slowly being squished between Eighteen's wonderful mommy melons, the pillowy bouncy flesh Roshi craved so much eagerly rubbing against the rougher skin of his cheeks.
Krillin may not have been certain about just what his wife had done to the poor old man to make her this happy, but he was sure of just one thing…he had to be having a better day than even Gohan at this point, whether what Bulma told him about his girlfriends was true or not, he was married to Eighteen and that said more for his argument than anything else ever could. "Oh...yeah..." Krillin groaned from deep within his blonde haired wife's firm cleavage, "...I'll join you...just let me stay between these..." His hands rising up to sink into Eighteen's natural F cups, molding the huge pale globes in his palms, the former student of the stranded turtle was far from wrong.
A/N: WOW! So I bet none of you were expecting THAT chapter to come in next, eh? I figured another break chapter would serve the story well, give Gohan and company a bit of a relaxing period while the rest of the story is fleshed out some. After Bulma at long last got her revenge on Master Roshi for REALLY a lot of perverted things he's done to her or seen OF her over the years, what kind of author would I be if I didn't show that he was alright...well kinda. He is alive, just I don't personally think ANY guy who misses out on getting to feel Eighteen's beautiful mommy melons after being personally offered a chance to is going to be FAR from alright for a very long time! The next chapter will have things back with the main duo, trio...Gohan and co, and I promise it will be THE chapter you do not forget!
The results of the last poll are in and the winner, as surprised and unsurprised that I am she won, is MARON! The blue haired curvy beach goddess was the front runner for the entire poll even before Eighteen, who prior to this chapter hadn't even been in the story haha! And then Bulma took up third place, really I didn't think the voting would go how it did. I've seen polls on uhhh the butt of these three and Bulma was the winner, mainly because Maron is on the fatter side of curvy and Eighteen is super firm, with Bulma being that bouncy fit median. This though was something else and I am so proud of my special bluenette for winning this one! She better get out those oversized water balloons of hers to celebrate me thinks!
Anyway, the next poll is going up now and it is, "In DBZ Xtreme Beach Battle What Kind of Fan Service Do You Want?" Everyone gets three votes from amongst the group, they should all be pretty straight forward and fun to think about, not to mention great for any I can squeeze into this fic like Maron into her swimsuit! You can also suggest fan service scenes or things you think would be cool to add via a review or PM to me, I don't bite! I love making this story better and chatting. So with that all said and done, check out the poll later if it hasn't loaded yet and please if you can leave me a a nice REVIEW so I can see how I did! Seeya next time!