A/N: This is my attempt at a more streamlined version of Uncontrollable Lust.

I have wanted to rewrite this story for many years now, but I only managed to go through with when I realized I had to restructure it completely. Provided that, this is my way of setting that up.

Given this is still a lemon fic at its core though, I'll do what I can to not take this more seriously than I should.

As always, I hope everyone reading this enjoys.

In the middle of the night, a month after Cell's defeat, Gohan sat alone inside the gravity chamber, the child in a combat stance as he concentrated his power.

Under the effects of Earth's gravity, amplified by 550 times, he had trained for weeks on end to get stronger than before, the 9 year old pushing his body to the limit as best he could, refusing to use his transformations as he kept pushing himself still.

This was enough to keep him preoccupied for a time, but, ultimately, he found himself collapsing from exhaustion, barely able to dial down the gravity as he did so, him sweaty as he looked forward, heaving heavy breaths through a body that ached.

"Are you finished already?"

Bulma's voice made Gohan look up, the woman standing at the door with a curious expression, arms crossed, and the half-Saiyan shook his head.

"I'd like to keep training," he said, gathering more of his breath again, "could I?"

"Yeah, of course." Though she smiled, she walked the radius of the room to kneel down and give him a concerned look. "But Gohan, why are you pushing yourself like this? Cell's dead."

He averted his eyes, Bulma tilting her head, and his extended silence made her smile drop.

"You can afford to rest. You won't get anything out of it if you just hurt your body more than you build it up... Well, maybe you do, but you know what I mean, right?"

"I do. I'm not overworking myself though. I just need some time to catch my breath."

"Alright." Bulma stood back up on her feet. "Just - remember to do your work and get all the sleep you need."

She turned away from him, Gohan watching her back, eyes drifting to the curves of her body, before he looked away quickly, on realizing just what he was doing, mentally reprimanding himself for doing it.

Later going to his room, after several hours of training, Gohan sat at a makeshift desk Bulma had lent to him for his stay there, pencil passively writing the answers to the various mock tests he had, to analyze how far he'd gotten with his studies, according to his mother.

He had finished by the time the timer had clocked out, but as he looked to the results, he found that he'd put more than a few wrong answers, and he scowled down at himself.

Pushing the booklets away, Gohan held his head, the memory of the Cell Games haunting him even a month later, a month after his victory against the android.

The vision of scattered limbs exploding from how hard he'd punched a Cell Jr., the urgings of his father to end the threat immediately, and the look of utter terror that had filled the once unflappable, seemingly unstoppable, Cell's expression flashed through his mind.

It was clear, in those moments, that Cell had no chance, and even if he tried bluffing the truth of it away, Gohan forcing Cell to feel weak and humiliated brought a potent satisfaction to him, one that worried him immensely in hindsight.

But then, not only did such a disturbing thing indeed happen, he also nearly brought about the end of the world because of his carelessness, with his father sacrificing himself just to fix it.

Though the room was tranquil as night, quiet as could be, the chaos of that day filled his mind.

Staring down at the results of his test, he scowled down at them, then away.

With these two things in mind, Gohan found himself looking to Chi-Chi on the other end of the video feed line, conversing with her as best he could about his new living arrangements of living in Capsule Corp. to study while training in his spare time.

"Have your studies been coming along well?" She asked.

He started, and was about to instinctively respond yes, only for him to stop on remembering the night before.

"Gohan?"

"They are," he answered quickly, "but Mom, I have a hard time with some things, and trying to understand all of them. I find myself wondering a lot of times, if I'll ever be able to do this. So many times, I found myself wondering if I could do it. I do my best, but I still end up making mistakes."

She gave him a curious look, then sighed.

"There aren't any second chances in life Gohan. That's why it's everyone's obligation to try their best at something, whatever it is. Of course, not everyone can do what's needed, but you have to. You just have to understand where you made a mistake, and do your best not to make it ever again."

Gohan nodded slowly, saying he would, and she soon closed the line, Gohan sighing as he looked away, ashamed of himself as he realized how much his body reacted to even Chi-Chi.

In the days that proceeded from there, the youth kept working and training himself, acting with a diligence to attain an unseen level of power that remained unknown to him, even then.

He was adjusting to the intensity of gravity at a rapid pace, and he soon found himself standing, nearly fully mastering gravity at 550 times, when he felt someone watching him.

Looking back at the entrance, he paused at the sight of a blonde woman with piercing blue eyes spectating him, arms crossed, standing next to Bulma in the observation deck.

The two women watched as he took notice of them, and Bulma smiled softly.

"He's been like this ever since Cell died. I guess I'm not surprised though. He's seen a lot of combat for someone so young."

#18 didn't respond, only turning around to walk away, leaving Bulma by herself to watch, Gohan looking back to her before looking away, the boy wondering why the android had come there.

He wouldn't have to wait very long, though he didn't realize it.

"Bulma?" Gohan asked as he found the scientist cradling a baby boy in her arms, Bulma turning to face him and smiling.

"Hey Gohan. Finished training for today?"

"Yeah. I wanted to ask if you could keep upgrading the gravity chamber's limits."

"You're already fine moving at 550 times gravity?" She asked incredulously, to which the youth nodded. "Well, I'll get to it as soon as I can!"

"Is Trunks doing okay?" He asked, looking to the boy in her arms.

"He is. Do you want to hold him?" She lifted the infant up, Gohan smiling briefly as he took the baby in his arms, who smiled widely up at him as he did so, reaching up to him as Gohan grinned.

In a moment, he was going about lifting the boy up into the air, as high as his arms could lift him, Trunks laughing and flapping his tiny arms as if he were flying, Gohan doing this repeatedly, only stopping when he saw Bulma's warm smile, him flushing faintly before stopping.

"Sorry, Bulma." He found himself saying, to which Bulma crossed her arms.

"What's there to be sorry for?"

"Sorry that his father isn't always here." He responded, to which Bulma shook her head.

"It's fine. I shouldn't have gone through the process of making a baby if I didn't want one." She looked to Trunks. "No one really knows when they're ready for parenting. But I'm happy to be with Trunks."

Gohan nodded slowly, looking to Trunks.

"There's no way to know if I'll be ready for it either?"

Bulma chuckled softly.

"There's still time to see. You can certainly try."

Gohan looked down at Trunks again, seeing the light in his eyes, before the resolve he felt to get as powerful as possible filled him completely.

By the time he left, Bulma assured him he'd have the upgrades finished with a few days' time, telling him to meet her later on.

This left Gohan time to rest his body, and with it, his mind lingered on the other events that had transpired since he'd returned from Namek.

In the years since his return, the days were somewhat peaceful, albeit with their own share of problems that came from time to time.

The potential of his powers had always been present, but never quite under his control, merely manifesting itself in the times of his greatest peril.

For as long as he lived, the idea of taking a life had terrified him, but for those moments when there was scarcely any other solution to the powers he had to fight against.

It was disheartening, therefore, to find himself in a situation where such a power had failed to accomplish anything beyond getting his father killed, with him and the entire planet nearly perishing if not for the efforts of everyone involved in the final Kamehameha clash.

In the present, he found himself introspective about the things he'd experienced, the things he'd done, and his thoughts lingered on the conversation he'd just had with Bulma.

By the time he finally left his room, after hours of unfocused studying, he found his feet carrying him along to the bedroom of the blue-haired scientist, knocking on the door.

No answer came for a few moments, but when it did, Bulma's voice was breathy behind the door.

"Yes?"

"Bulma, could I talk to you?" He asked, uncertain.

She told him to come in, and when he entered, a familiar smell greeted his nostrils, him pausing as he found Bulma sitting in a hastily put-on bathrobe, still slightly out of breath.

"Is everything alright?" She asked him, fastening the cloth tighter around her body.

He forced his eyes to look away, and Bulma flushed in turn.

"It's about Trunks. I wanted to be there for him more." He began, and Bulma blinked.

"Are... you sure? I've managed to keep it a secret that he isn't Vegeta's child, especially since he did sleep with me after we cut things off. Are you sure you want to start?"

"Yeah." He nodded, a lump forming in his throat as he recalled the nights where the woman before him would tend to his needs, something that she'd made him swear to hide from others for as long as possible.

The smell of her arousal wafted in his nose then, and though he thought he'd had his impulses under control, the smell made him instinctively remember those nights, his member growing stiff in his pants as he half turned away to keep her from seeing it.

"I see. Well, Trunks is sleeping at the moment. I have a baby monitor set up, in case he wakes up at some point." Bulma crossed her arms, her ample bosom emphasized by the placement of her arms, looking over to the device in question. "He just fell asleep though. It usually takes a couple hours before he wakes up."

"I see." He looked down. "Maybe I can start by being with him? I can stay awake for a while."

She chuckled.

"You can wait here with me, if you wouldn't mind it."

The alluring tone she took robbed him of his voice for a moment, him looking to the woman before him, her smiling his way with bedding eyes, and Gohan lowered his head.

"I walked in on you while you were having… private time?" He asked knowingly.

"Yeah." She grasped the hem of her robe, spreading it apart, her showing him the sight of her curvaceous naked body, her fleshy thighs glistening with her juices, beads of sweat on her forehead, her looking down before recovering her body. "It's been a bit lonely, really. You were the only person who ever really seemed to compliment me, even if it was only when we were doing it."

"Are you sure you want to go back to that?" He asked, heart racing in his chest.

"I don't want to force you." She answered. "Just give me a couple of minutes more to wash up, and then I'll be fine."

Gohan swallowed the lump in his throat.

"I want to." He approached her, Bulma smiling when he came before her, his hands grasping her bathrobe, sliding it down her shoulders, then tossing the fabric away as her body was bared to him.

She moved to the bed, sitting down before he captured her lips in his, her lying back, kissing him deeply, passionately, all while his fingers penetrated her cunt, going much deeper into her than when they'd last done it, Bulma groaning as he pumped his fingers inside her, then augmented his fingers' pumps to be laced with small waves of ki that washed through the whole of her vagina, a technique he'd created years prior to make up for how small his fingers had been, the walls of her entire vagina being stimulated, her eyes snapping open, toes curling, as she stood on her feet, bucked her hips up into the air, and gave a muffled scream as she climaxed, pussy juices spraying all around, the strength of her climax surprising Gohan, who pulled his mouth away from hers, fingers pausing, only for him to smirk, before resuming his act of pumping into her hole, Bulma throwing her head back as she found herself in a reverse crab walk position, mind going blank, as his rapid, ki-laced pumps drove her to climax again in seconds, each violent buck of her body being accentuated with her juices squirting outwards.

"Why did I ever give you up?" Gohan found himself asking, pulling his fingers out, inspecting the woman's cum, stretching the fluid between his stretched fingers, before smiling. "I won't make that mistake again."

Bulma huffed, the quiet intensity of the boy before her a contrast to before, but her excited for more as her heart raced.

His hands grasped her bent knee, and he flipped her over, Bulma turning to fall on her hands and knees, as he stood up, grinning down at her big, round butt, noting the widened hips giving birth to his son had given her, his hand whizzing through the air to give a firm slap to her rump, Bulma's body tensing as Gohan momentarily lost sight of himself, letting his impulses assert themselves, power skyrocketing as energy burst from around him, the force of the backlash destroying his clothes from around his body and making the nearby window shatter, his massive cock standing erect.

At the release of his power, she looked back at him in shock, seeing the size of him and pausing at how big he'd grown, nearly a foot long, him kneeling behind her, the intensity of his eyes meeting hers, him smirking while she lowered her head, his cock pressing firmly against her pussy lips, but not penetrating, him rubbing it there briefly, Bulma biting her lip and closing her eyes, only for her mouth and eyes to open wide when he fiercely shoved his cock into cunt, the familiar warmth and tightness of it making Gohan's mind go blank with desire, him ramming forcefully against Bulma's womb entrance, a silent gasp exiting her mouth as pleasure shot through her system like lightning, her pussy not ready to take his full length and girth.

He spared not a moment, hands reaching forward to grip just above her elbows, before yanking them forcibly back, Bulma regaining the ability to breathe as he pulled his hips back, only to lose it all over again when Gohan rammed his cock back into her, this only the beginning to him giving hard, brutal thrusts into her cunt, him veritably pounding the shape of his dick into her body, being forced to take more and more of him in until her pleasure canal finally stretched itself so he could shove it in down to the base.

His movements came with such power that her G-Cup breasts swung forward with every hard collision of their flesh, their bodies clapping together, Bulma's breathing only starting to come back before he pulled out just to thrust it back in again.

His body was already far more powerful than Cell had been at his absolute best, and far more powerful than Gohan himself had been a month prior with his newest transformation just in his base form.

With every ruthless pound into her cunt, every collision of flesh that made her butt jiggle visibly, he acted to assert that fact into Bulma's body, which responded by growing ever more wet by this.

In time, despite her barely being able to breathe, her voice came out, moaning as her cunt gushed with her lubricant juices, the heat of her cunt driving him up a wall as he did so, throwing his head back as her tight pussy coiled wonderfully around him.

Her hips shook with acceptance of his brutality, the entirety of the bed shaking from their doggy style sex, the entire frame breaking apart completely moments later, but with the two being driven by their impulses, neither could care to pay attention to this.

As their bodies persisted in this, Gohan grit his teeth, buttocks clenching tightly as he worked to hold himself in, eyes tense, all while Bulma ceaselessly screamed, loud enough for people to hear outside the room and out the window.

She moaned his name, calling out to him to thrust even harder, and his eyes snapped open as he found himself roaring out, nearly transforming into his Super Saiyan state, but a small part of his mind trying to keep it from happening, his hips nailing into her harder anyhow, only for her to throw her head back and scream at the top of her lungs, body quaking with a potent climax, her walls clenching tightly around him as he grunted, but kept drilling himself into her as fast as was possible in that moment, throwing his head back before, with a final thrust, he penetrated her cervix, entering her womb, before his cock began pumping an incredibly thick load of semen deep inside of her womb.

As it pumped inside her, Bulma moaned loudly, then fell limp, Gohan letting her arms go as her body from the waist up landed atop her bed, Gohan slowly bringing himself to pull out of her.

"Amazing — amazing!" Bulma panted breathlessly, crumpling on her side in a sweaty heap.

She looked to Gohan when she felt him lifting her knee up and spreading her shapely legs out, his still erect member showing what he wanted, Bulma smirking before reaching down, fingers spreading her pussy lips apart as his semen, stuffed to the brim in her womb, spilled out of her slowly.

Gohan gripped his cock, pumping it slowly while smiling, one hand pressing down next to the sweaty woman, cock being pressed into her cunt before he thrust back inside, Bulma throwing her head back when his cock shoved itself against her cervix once again, Gohan burying his face into her cleavage as he started to thrust again, the bed creaking, their flesh clapping, as Bulma wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, the feeling of his cock scraping itself in and out of her making her breathless moans come out, one of her hand's fingers digging into the bedsheet while the other clasped his head, Gohan lifting his head up to start lightly sucking on her nipple, licking under the nub of it repeatedly as he kept moving.

As he kept scraping his cock into her, Bulma bucked her hips repeatedly up into him, her gyrating hips making the act of them fucking more pleasurable as they adapted to one another's pace, this persisting until Gohan wrapped an arm under her lower back, pulling the woman up as he shifted his position to sit on his knees, Bulma undulating her legs from his waist on realizing what he was doing, sitting on her knees in turn, her shifting her waist backwards, his cock shifting as she did this, her bouncing on his cock, big butt jiggling with each bounce, Gohan shifting his legs so that he sat cross-legged under her, him taking a firm grip her hips and beginning to lift and slam her down on him, her taking a firm grasp of his shoulders as she bucked her hips and rode him.

He started to channel ki into her body as time passed, and with this, her body was able to move at far greater levels, Bulma, sensing this, and knowing what he wanted, smiling down at him before shifting, getting into a crouched position as Gohan pulled his head away from her G-Cup breasts, gripping her waist tightly as her hands gripped his powerful forearms to anchor herself, mentally bracing herself before he began to use his power, him grunting as he began lifting and slamming her down on him wildly.

Her breasts bounced wildly on her chest, right in front of his face, him acting to lift her just enough so that only the head of his large dick was still inside, only for him to slam her back down to the base, each slam coming with a cursory cry of pleasure from Bulma, the ki that he'd pumped into her enabling her to not feel pain from how wildly they bounced before him, her eyes screwing shut, pussy coiling tightly around him as she suddenly climaxed, Gohan grunting out before he was nearly driven to climax in turn, but him holding it in, briefly stopping his bouncing, hands coming over her buttocks, sliding down her legs, fingers digging into her thighs, just over her knees, before rising to his feet, Bulma sliding her hands up his muscled forearms, gripping his shoulders.

Power coursing through his body, he used her weight to help him bounce her on his cock, her breasts swaying as she shook her hips to and fro, him making her bounce to a steady rhythm, timing it, before he simultaneously bounced her on his cock and speared it up into her cunt, Bulma gritting her teeth as she felt this happening, before, at long last, Gohan's cock wriggled inside her, her feeling it as he neared his climax, the boy trying with all his strength to keep his pace up, but him snapping, his power skyrocketing as he transformed into a Super Saiyan, him thrusting so hard it broke through her cervix into her womb, him cumming hard into it directly, hot, steaming jets of semen stuffing it full, but it persisting even afterwards, Bulma screaming out as she climaxed all over again, eyes rolled to the back of her head, tongue hanging out, her pussy squirting out the excess semen such that it splattered out of her hole and onto her bed, the blue haired woman tensing all over, the high of her climax passing, before she fell limp in his arms, laying against him.

The feeling of his cock going flaccid filled her, and in the past, Bulma was certain that this meant that he was finished.

In truth however, the Super Saiyan's vitality had grown immensely even before he'd gained the transformation, with it being hundreds of time more so with his newfound training regimen.

For this reason, when Gohan lifted Bulma up, his cock growing hard once more, she felt surprise when he dropped her in the puddle of their own fluids that she'd created, his cock having acted as a plug for her stuffed cunt, with the freed semen flooding out of her hole.

Her dazed eyes looked up at him, the golden flames of energy covering him, and feeling his power pulsating from inside him, the sight of his dick being roughly 13 inches long and a few inches wide, she thought him a god in a child's body, Gohan's now sharp eyes concentrating before he felt his power divide in half, a Multi-Form clone appearing next to him.

With her having been fucked as thoroughly as she had, Bulma had barely any strength left, Gohan uncaring, as his clone settled on its back beside her, a grasp of her knee preceding the original flipping her over so that she was laying face down on top of the clone, who only grasped her hips, maneuvered them so that he was in position to penetrate her, before gripping her buttocks, spreading them apart as Gohan saw her asshole, aiming his dick into it before, in sync, both of them rammed their hips into Bulma's holes, the blue haired woman's eyes snapping out, bulging out, before the pair's ruthless cocks pounded into her holes like animals in heat, the Gohan in her asshole reaching forward to grip her by the hair, the one in her pussy watching her breasts bouncing wildly in his face, their vicious poundings unceasing as they did this, one delivering hard slaps to her ass cheeks while the other roughly groped and suckled on her tits, Bulma unable to do anything beyond grip the sheets of her bed in a futile attempt to keep a clear mind.

Gohan experienced the pleasure of fucking both holes, eyes straining as he acted to thrust harder, Bulma's body undergoing frequent spasms from her climaxing at their brutality, which only served to rile them up further.

They pounded and pounded into her holes without stopping, their instincts driving them into a maddening pursuit of satisfaction, their powers curdling inside of them as they fucked the woman as hard as they could.

"Bulma —" Gohan grunted out. "I'm about to — !"

Gohan closed his eyes, as did his clone, as their bodies' collective frustration from holding in their cum overwhelmed them, them giving earth-shaking roars as, with an explosion of energy, they transformed into the Super Saiyan 2 stat, cumming hard into her, the energy they released into her body through their semen making her already fertile womb even more fertile, her body producing two eggs in each of her moments, only for the seeds to swarm both with reckless abandon, impregnating her in seconds.

Gohan's body, not used to this level of sex, felt his ballsack and cock hurting from the strain of how much he'd cum in those moments, but as his clone merged back with him, and he pulled out of her asshole, Bulma fell on her side, huffing out rapid breaths, sweat glistening off of her body as she gave a fucked-stupid expression.

His body reverted to his base form, eyes dazed, before he collapsed beside her, them breathing heavily as they laid together, Gohan pulling Bulma close to him for warmth, this enough to stir her mind, her rolling over to face him, smiling before she reached to his face, grasping his cheek before she cradled his head and pulled it into her bosom, their hearts hammering in their chests.

The sound of a baby crying over the felled baby monitor made both perk up however, them looking up, before Bulma sat up, Gohan doing the same, her trying to get up, only to realize that she couldn't move her legs from how hard he'd fucked her.

"Gohan, could you carry me to Trunks?" Bulma asked, and though surprised, Gohan nodded, him picking her up in a bridal style before carrying her there, the corporation mostly empty at that point in the night, but Gohan still speeding along anyways.

As the baby cried, Gohan sat Bulma down on a nearby chair.

Therein, Bulma reached to Trunks, bringing the baby up to her and cradling him.

Watching him cry, Gohan paused, unsure of what to do to help, but Bulma, seeing his distressed expression, giving a soft smile.

"Don't worry. Just relax with him."

She reached the baby carefully over to him, Gohan cradling him, the baby curled into a blanket, Bulma instructing him before he began to walk the swaddled infant around the room, watching as the baby was gradually calmed down by this action, him walking around a long while after, even after Trunks finally went to sleep.

The minutes passed, and, eventually, Bulma managed to get him to lay the infant down, him carrying her back to her room.

It was only on returning back and stepping inside that he realized what a mess he'd made of her room.

"I'm sorry about this Bulma." He looked to the woman who clung to him, Bulma sighing.

"It's fine Gohan. Why don't we just sleep in your room for tonight?" She asked, and it was she leaned in close to peck his cheek that he found himself flushing faintly, Bulma feeling his hard member press up under her butt and flushing in realization.

"Wow — you really have a lot more libido than I can handle." She admitted.

He nodded stiffly, still carrying her to his room and laying down with her, keeping his urges at bay long enough for him to calm down and sleep.

"The powers lying dormant here are quite extraordinary."

Walking with a cape billowing at his feet, Dabura walked to the edge of the ship Babidi's forces resided in.

"Powerful or not, what matters is that enough energy is gathered to release Majin Buu." His master spoke behind him, the demon looking over his shoulder to him.

"As it stands, the influx of energy being tossed about this planet is massive, especially for this part of the galaxy. Finding the source of it may prove difficult at this time."

The hunched figure scowled.

"Don't you have anything of use to me, while we wait?"

"It may be possible, but then, what purpose would I have in bringing them out?" Dabura asked.

"To pick up the pace!" He yelled impatiently, Dabura frowning at this.

"If you're truly in that great of a hurry, I will see what can be done."

Dabura turned away, walking to a telecommunications' device that stood within the ship, activating it and beginning a transmission to be sent to his kingdom.

It took a few moments' time, but, when enough time passed, the video feed was established, a blue skinned woman with long, flowing white hair looking back at him.

"Is everything alright Dabura?" Her purple eyes tense, Dabura only smiled reassuringly.

"All is well, Towa. I call asking you for assistance with certain matters."

"What do you need?" Towa frowned.

"I heard tell of a seal that was broken in Other World, containing a group of powerful beings. What I would like is for you to enlist them under our services, so that Lord Babidi's ambitions can be fulfilled more quickly."

"I'm willing to help. However, you've been gone for nearly three centuries." Towa pointed out. "Are you absolutely sure that this Majin Buu will be able to destroy all of the Ether Realm?"

"According to Babidi, Majin Buu's power is of another realm entirely." He answered. "Even after I submitted to him, and he enhanced my powers immensely, that was still the case."

Towa didn't seem convinced, but said nothing of her feelings on the matter.

"I'll go to investigate." She answered, standing up before taking up her staff, giving a last look to him. "Just — be careful, Dabura."

"I will, Towa."

With this, the line was cut, Towa looking up to the ceiling before scowling, hand raising itself as she began the act of creating a portal to the Ether Realm, and, from there, to the Other World, immediately sensing a cluster of immense powers before she floated up, entering through the hole to the other side, the five powers dormant.

As Towa traversed the area, she saw it to be a form of hellscape, where a crowd of people of the same race gathered together, chanting and throwing objects.

She walked amidst the crowd, seeing the figure up close: A muscular man with teal skin and orange hair, who was visibly angry at the insults hurled his way, along with the general number of objects hurled up at him.

"You can hear me, can't you?" Towa asked, the man looking down at her instinctively, face bloodied and bruised, the calls of the words "coward" and other such words still coming in cacophonous chants. "You want down from there, don't you?"

"Who — Who are you?"

"I am Towa, second in line to the throne of the Demon Realm. I've come seeking your aid."

The figure scowled.

"What aid could I give you?" He asked. "And why would I help you to begin with?"

"If you can agree, I will grant you a reprieve of your time here — 1 day. But if you can succeed, then I will restore you to life, as you once were before you were sent down here."

The man's expression flickered with surprise, but seeing the determined look in her eyes, he faked an indulgent sigh.

"Alright — if you can get the rest of my group out, you've got a deal."

Towa's staff became engulfed in a dark magical power, and she aimed it at him, a pulse of energy shooting into him prior to his power being restored, an explosion of power coming out that destroyed all the people around them, the man floating down to his feet, smirking before crossing his arms.

"Alright Towa. I'm Bojack, leader of the Galaxy Soldiers. What's this task you've decided to give us?"

A/N: Given this is a remake of Uncontrollable Lust from the ground up, I still want to say upfront that the plot events are going to be more streamlined in accordance with the original story, as well as changing some events so that they line up more with how the Dragon Ball timeline was supposed to go.

In this story, for instance, Gohan being Trunks' true father involves him becoming sexually active at an even younger time than the original.

I recall a lot of people who told me that Bulma isn't a pedophile and wouldn't do this, but then, when Bulma went on a road trip around the world to find a cluster of mystical gems that can grant people ANY wish, and decides to spend her Summer vacation trying to wish up the perfect boyfriend, flirts or shows interest in flirting with basically every conventionally attractive male in the story, tried panty flashing Kid Goku, who physically looked like a kid despite being a teenager (cause Saiyan genes), and eventually marries Vegeta and has two children with him after all the terrible, terrible things he did before the end of the Buu Saga, I honestly still wonder if this is really that far beneath her standards.