A/N: Where once there was combat and plot, there is now fan service and plot! The latest chapter of Gohan's Blonde Future is here and it is better than any chapter you've seen thus far, one word more than any other saying it all...shower. Last time on Gohan's Blonde Future, Seventeen attacked! The villainous android from the future going all out against his target, Eighteen had to rush to the scene before he could locate and kill Gohan. Brother and sister facing off once again, with what was said sometimes it was hard to believe they were even that! But after a last second entrance by Gohan, his mighty kick rescuing Bulma, Eighteen was finally able to regain the upper hand. The remaining Z Fighters arriving on the scene just as the battle reached its conclusion, all were shocked to see Seventeen blasted away by a...girl? The blonde stepping away, nursing her own wounds, Bulma was more than ready to help out her newest comrade like only she could. The ladies heading off for new clothes and some actual relaxation, what does that entail for Eighteen? Find out, on this week's chapter of, Gohan's Blonde Future!
Bulma's Bathroom, Thirty Minutes After the Battle:
"Ahhhhhh..." A cloud of piping hot steam quickly spreading throughout the room, everywhere from the electric pink colored tiles to the wide mirror set above the sink soon became coated in a thick layer of condensation as a certain blonde turned on the shower. It had been one hell of an exhausting day for everyone, but even more than the likes of Gohan, Bulma, or even warriors like Goku or Vegeta could ever understand, it had been one for the android from the future. "...At last...some peace and quiet..." Eighteen said out loud as she stood back up straight again from turning on the hot water in the massive waterfall style shower. Looking up at it, the thing let water rain straight down in one wide circle six feed in diameter. It was truly an amazing feet of human engineering, and really this was just the thing a battle weary girl like her needed right now.
"...After all the fighting today...and dealing with that woman..." Eighteen letting out a small sigh as she felt some of her blonde bangs fall across her eyes, she did not bother clearing them away, not this time. Reaching down to the cord holding the fluffy light pink bathrobe she had on together, the android pulled it off, the soft thick material falling down to pool around her bare feet, "...What I really need right now..." Smiling even as the heated air caressed her naked body, Eighteen looked towards the water, already feeling its soothing glow without even stepping into it, "...To relax...in a nice...hot shower..." Lifting her feet up as she took the first step inside, in seconds she had made her way into the burning hot downpour, water falling all over her nude flesh, coating it, trillions of droplets rolling across her aching muscles until they at last elicited a long sigh from the pained beauty.
That shimmering platinum blonde hair that was always getting in the way of her bright blue eyes matting down against her head and neck, she just stayed like that for a few minutes, letting time just tick on by, each passing moment another eternity for her to be by herself, alone, and in total comfort. 'Finally, some time to myself for once...' Eighteen smiled inwardly at that realization, as nice as her new company had been to her, the teasing that Bulma had done to her before she'd left aside, for her to really get a chance to recover required she needed to be alone, '...No kid to protect...and no ass hole to fight...' It was just her and the soothing sounds of her skin cells flourishing in renewed moisture, everything that someone like her desired to be happy here in this one little slice of time, not that she much enjoyed the pun.
'...Yes...just me...but...' Her mind drifting back now that her body was free to rejuvenate in the scalding hot rain, it really hadn't been that bad hanging out with Gohan for as long as she had been. For all of his faults, the boy was nice, '...Gohan...he's kind...caring...respectful...and brave...' Somehow the boy managed to be some things one moment and then something else the next, with her brother he only had one setting, and that was dickwad, but the young half saiyan, he...was sometimes a boy and others...a man, '...When his mother is around he's a scared little kid...' She thought, images of Chi-Chi standing there, legs akimbo as she screamed at him to get back into his room and do his homework, how he would freak out in fear before darting off to do exactly as she had said. It was almost like he was nothing more than a scared little beta male not useful for anything...but then...then when he needed to most he could show strength so mighty it made even her feel meek by comparison...
The memory of the wall right next to Bulma shattering into a thousand pieces as Gohan flew out of it taking center stage in her mind, there was no denying that what she'd seen there was anything less than true bravery, '...He knew he didn't stand a chance against, Seventeen, but still he attacked him to protect her...' Only someone very dumb or very brave would do a thing like that, and based on how smart she knew he was from their sparring and previous fight with her bastard brother, it had to be bravery. Yeah, she was sure of it now, the boy was brave, even if Chi-Chi was capable of terrifying him more than Seventeen ever did. Running her thin fingers through her short blonde hair, feeling the water soak her scalp as well, the heat somehow cooling her down as much as it relaxed her, there was still something else about that scene that was sticking with her.
'...How he attacked him to protect...her...' Opening her eyes again, the field of view in front of her light blue eyes only that of the eternal volley of droplets falling down around her, there was no mistaking that pulse she felt when she thought of it, '...He put everything on the line...for her...her...' There it was, that sensation, feeling her cheeks begin to warm up more than the rest of her body was, Eighteen knew she was blushing, but just not why, all she had thought about was how brave Gohan was when he had jumped into the fray and saved… '...A girl like me...' Suddenly furrowing her eyebrows, she had no idea how that thought had shot into her head like that, she certainly hadn't invited it, but even so it was already making her blush even more than she was before. "...Why...do I care that much about him protecting Bulma of all people?..."
Asking herself that question again, she couldn't figure out why it felt so strange, so foreign to see a guy of all things going out of his way to do that. After all, back in the future before she had been sent back in time to the present, she probably would have choked if she saw Seventeen do something like that, "...Even those floozies of his he got so mad about me destroying weren't worth even moving his hand for in the end..." The death of that last one resonating with her, he had seen what she was doing, there was no way he hadn't, and still despite wanting to bang her as much as he did Seventeen had stood by and allowed the red haired girl to perish, "...Because that's how guys are...uncaring about a girl's safety..." The stoic woman said to herself, her steely blue gaze piercing the shower as it poured over her nude form, the sheer power from her stare alone enough to part the falls and allow her to see her reflection in the mirror. Her reflection, now if there was ever a sight that would stop time itself for any of those perverted martial artists she'd met it was what she looked like right now.
Eighteen's own beauty staring back at her, it felt more like a ghost than the bombshell of a girl that she was standing there in the shower. Letting the intensity drop as she closed her eyes once more, if it was true then, that despite years of being around a guy who not once committed a single protective act towards a girl...then… "...Then why did Gohan protect her?..." There had been no time, no seconds to plan a strategy or even consider his own well-being, instead with a moment to do something in his hands, the Son boy had chosen to put Bulma before himself when he planted his foot into Seventeen's rotten face, "...Hmmm..." Leaning her head back to let the water splash across her pale features, Eighteen searched through her vast memory banks for more information. Since the bluenette had added quite a bit it seemed to her mind when she'd reprogrammed her, it was worth sorting through.
"...Gohan...brave..." Repeating those two words to herself as she worked her way through everything, unfortunately the only thing she could find bearing Gohan's named was that one picture, the one of him, standing in front of a foggy bathroom mirror...naked… "...So that's what he'll look like when he's all grown up, huh?..." Running her mind's eyes up and down the image painted across them, Eighteen couldn't hold back mixing that memory in with it. Young Gohan kicking her monster of a brother's face in to protect the life of a girl combining with the nude image of his adult self, that small pink blush that had earlier started upon her cheeks was quickly getting much larger, and much more red, "...That...strong...powerful man protects girls..." Saying it aloud to herself now, the android opened her eyes again, staring once more at the fogged up shower mirror, this time though instead of just seeing her there, she could see someone else in there with her...not a man like she knew...but a real man standing behind her…
Flicking her eyes a millimeter to clear enough room in the reflection to fully see herself, Eighteen smiled, there she was, her thin, womanly body as bare as the day she first traveled back in time. Her smooth pale skin accentuated by curves in all the right places, enough to draw looks, but not overly fat, just the right amount to make men drool and women scoff, "...Yes...a man that knows what it is girls want..." Her words leaking out of her lips in a feint sigh, she knew what she was doing, what she was thinking, but she needed this...oh how she needed this right now… Her light blue eyes rising up along her velvety, hairless figure, they stopped on her two most distinctive assets, "...And I know...what a man wants..." Moving as delicately as she could, Eighteen gently reached up, her small hands cupping her heavy thirty four double E cup boobies in her hands, the soft flesh bubbling up between her fingers as the fatty globes overflowed from her palms, pliant boob flesh spilling out over her palms the more she squished them together.
"...As much as I hate the attention they attract..." Thinking back to both the future as well as the present, whether it was the many people she was about to annihilate staring dumbstruck at her body while she powered up a photon wave, or the way those buffoons Yamcha and Krillin tripped over each other at the mere sight of her breasts straining against the tight confines of her shirt, not to mention even Chi-Chi's questioning… It seemed the blonde's large assets always seemed draw the most unwanted of reactions from both men and women alike, "...I know there is one upside to having big tits..." Closing her eyes as she took in a deep breath, her whole body shivering all the way down to her toes as Eighteen started to carefully mold her perky marshmallows around in circles, pressing and squeezing her soft boobs inwards so that they would bubble up even higher against her chest the more her fingers kneaded them like bread dough.
Concentrating on that feeling, Gohan's brave act along with that nude picture of his future self, the blonde shook some stray strands of golden hair out of her eyes before opening them again. This time though, instead of just seeing herself in that clear patch of the foggy mirror, that tall, strong, naked man was there too… "...Please...just a minute...that's all I need..." Letting out a small sigh as she spoke, Eighteen suddenly fell against the back wall of the shower when she felt it, her hands imbued with strength unlike, but no more powerful than her own for that one minute of bliss. The nude girl's fingers seemingly turning on her now, Eighteen could only moan as she started kneading her huge breasts around in circles in ruder and meaner circles, squishing the soft globes together to form a deep valley of cleavage before pulling them apart again, the blonde barely able to hold onto them with how slippery the water from the shower was making them.
Staring straight ahead, the girl felt her mouth drop open when she saw him, Gohan, that big brave man, the fusion of the one she knew and the body she remembered, there he was… A wide smirk spread across the man's face, she wasn't the only one that was happy Eighteen's breasts were so big, "...Mhmmm...the one upside...of having...big...brea—AHHHH! The blonde slamming her eyes shut as another wave of pleasure rolled over her, she could feel him on her even as her high pitched squeal sliding his calloused hands all over her bouncy tits, Gohan held them still even while soft white flesh seeped out between his thick fingers, "...There...there is nothing men want to play with more..." Smiling through half lidded eyes, Eighteen watched as that brave man cupped her slippery funbags in his grasp, touching them, squeezing them...doing whatever he wanted with them now that she was naked, her heavenly boobies slipping through his hands even while he sunk his fingers into her firm flesh to hold them still. A sight she never thought she'd ever see, a man worthy of her at last enjoying the bouncy playtoys nature had endowed her with yet none had ever seen bare before.
"...Heh...I guess they're too big even for you handle..." Giggling to herself as she watched his much larger tanned hands try in vain to contain her spectacular rack, cupping the perfect white globes of fat together before rolling his palms around the front of them, eliciting another painfully blissful squeal from the blonde as her tender pink nipples were dragged across his calloused palms, "...Ahhh...but...please...keep...trying..." Gritting her teeth together the faster she worked her own jugs, Eighteen's small hands groping and kneading them however she could, squishing her most cherished symbols of femininity into shapes so perverted only a man would be so lustfully cruel to force them into, "...Gohan...yes...yes...you're so brave..." Sighing again and again the further up she rolled her boobs against her chest, flicking her thumbs over her own tiny pink nubs, drawing moan after moan from her parted lips, Eighteen could feel release coming, it was getting closer...hotter...faster…
Staring at that tall hunk of a man, the brave, brave warrior she watched in her mind save Bulma. His big rippling muscles flying through the wall, small towel unraveling from around his waist, the image of the present Gohan replaced by his future self's grown body saving the bluenette. "...Gohan...how...why did you?..." Her bright blue eyes thinning into crescents as the man gave her left boob a parting squeeze, his thick tanned hand forcing her pale flesh to balloon out between his fingers before letting it go. Her heavy boob bouncing back down onto her chest, the skin marked with pink stripes from his grip, her nipple sticking straight out in arousal, she watched while that free hand dropped down her body. The sensation of his abs pressing against her lower back was nothing compared to the real fun, the half saiyan's long cock arcing up along the cleft of her ass, his meat nestling between her cheeks a constant reminder of what a man like him could do with her most tender of places.
The woman's own smaller hand doing just as she imagined the man doing to her, she gingerly slid it down across her pale flesh, his rough skin scraping along her soft navel, his fingernails dipping into her long bellybutton for just a moment before peeling back out of it again, "...Mhmmm...Mhmmmm Gohan...you..." He was so strong, so brave...she had never seen a man do something like that before...and yet he was so kind, and...handsome. Both their hands committing the same scandalous act at once, as she pressed her hand atop her bare sex all Eighteen could see was the grown Gohan cupping her sopping wet pussy in his rude palm. The man smirking back at her in their reflection while he adjusted his grip on her body, all Eighteen could do was let out a long, electric moan as he slipped one thick finger between her pale lips and into her pink tunnel.
"...EAAAAAAHHHHH!..." Lightning bolts of pleasure shooting throughout her body, it was so good, her right hand still molding her boobs around in circles, doing what it could to squeeze one before sliding over to the other, molding them into whatever shape she could, letting out sigh after hot sweet sigh into the falling water of the shower when she squeezed those huge honeydews of hers just right, "...Ahhh!...Ahhh!...Ahhh!..." Panting with each passing second that he stayed inside her, her own finger inside her, Eighteen wanted more. Pulling her own all the way back out, Gohan plunged his right back in again, drawing another mewl of need from her aching lips as he dragged his calloused finger across her most delicate flesh, touching it, rubbing it, smirking at her all the while he pumped into her. Eighteen could barely look at herself in the mirror now, the image of that powerful, muscularly built caring man holding her against him as he had his way with her, groping her huge tits as if he owned them and fingering her sweet sex until she screamed in bliss...it was just to steamy to handle!
A small sound breaking the silence of the room, Eighteen wasn't thinking now, all she could focus on was getting off on this, she needed this ride...and hell be damned she was going to get it! "...Ahhh!...Ahhh!..." Squeezing her eyes shut once more, the blonde couldn't see now, only feel, the burning of her cheeks, the cloaking aura of tranquility the shower brought, the large manly hand squeezing her breast, and the other thrusting into her quivering slit. Each pulse of pleasure greater than the last one, he was so good, rubbing in and out of her parted peach he easily held her open, pale white and pink lips spread wide open for his devious middle finger to keep fingering her. Dragging his rough skin harder and slower along her silky flesh each time he pumped back into her all the way to the knuckle.
"...Ahhhh...yes...just...please...protect—" Her breath catching in her throat just as she moaned, Eighteen gripped her right breast as hard as she could, molding the bouncy perky globe in circles, she let out one final scream of ecstasy as Gohan curled that thick manly finger of his up along her g-spot, slowly pulling it back out of her like that, dragging it all along the top of her aching tunnel before scraping across her budding clit, "...AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!..." The pleasure too much to bear, Eighteen moaned as loud as her body could take, the girl's fingers gripping the tiny pearl at the crest of her sex with everything she had, the blonde came, her orgasm rocking her from top to bottom in a quivering mess of feminine relief. Falling back against the shower wall, despite the tiles being hot from the water they felt like ice to her scalding skin, the heat from her arousal clouding her mind to everything else.
Staying there like that for a few seconds, Eighteen panted, her breathes coming in small, hard exhales before finally stopping, her light blue eyes opening up once more to stare down at herself, "...Ah...Ah...Ahhhh...well...that...that felt good..." The understatement of the century leaving her lips, there were a million other things that fit that show she'd put on even better, but for her that was the one, now if only she could do that again sometime. Thinking about it, she had been so tense since arriving, having to track down new clothes what, five times? Then on top of that so much had happened to her it was a marvel that she hadn't broken down ages ago, she knew a normal girl would have had a panic attack by now at the very least!
Getting to know Gohan and his family, the boy's mom walking in on her and getting a full frontal eyeful of her changing, and those dreams… Things had only gotten worse since Seventeen had showed up, her two fights with him in this time having really pushed her beyond what she thought she was capable of enduring. Not only through the physical pain of their battles, but also the verbal assaults he had tried rattling her with throughout them. Now though...now she could finally relax for a little while, even if it was only a slice of alone time with the shower and her fantasies, "...Ah, I love being alone like this..." Eighteen smiled to herself, still feeling the rigors of her climax on her system, she didn't feel strong, but rather refreshed, it appeared her reactors were rebooting too from the surge of positive energy she had forced through her system. A small cough immediately following her comment though, apparently she was not quite as alone as she had thought.
"Errr...sorry to burst your bubble, Eighteen...But about that whole being alone thing..." The blonde's icy blue irises shrinking to the size of pin pricks in the vast sea of her wide white eyes, she turned around to see none other than that woman herself, Bulma, standing by the thankfully closed door, "...Sorry to just barge in on you; I hadn't meant to catch the show..." Rubbing the back of her blue haired head as if what she had done was simply walk into someone practicing an instrument instead of...well honing a different kind of skill for that matter, all the same Bulma didn't seem to be all that phased by it, "...I was actually meaning to bring you something..." She said, but at this point there was no way she could calm the perfect girl by simply chattering on about some kind of gift, at least not while she was enjoying the kind of full frontal eyeful that was laid out before her. Eighteen's completely naked body on full display, every succulent inch of bare flesh spilling into view, the bluenette could not believe how beautiful she was...or how her boobs were so big!
Quickly crossing her thighs over each other to conceal the clear juices still running down between them from said show the bluenette had witnessed, Eighteen turned the knob to shut off the shower before wrapping both arms across her bare breasts, about half of the soft globes still bubbling out above and below them despite her best efforts, "...Sh...Shut up!..." Shouting at her new guest, Eighteen was livid, of all the things that could happen, as soon as she caught a break, a chance to recuperate and heal herself for the next series of stresses to come, someone had to walk in on her touching… "...How dare you just come in here! You knew I was naked!..." Not caring as much at this point about what kind of sounds she made, the girl figuring that if Bulma truly was genuine about catching her like she had was a mistake, then the walls of the bathroom were likely soundproofed anyway.
"...What the fuck is wrong with you?! Haven't you ever heard of knocking?!..." Oh she was pissed, well no, that word didn't even describe how she was feeling at the moment, her body seething with rage from having such an intimate moment witnessed by another woman, let alone if she had caught whose name she was saying, Eighteen stuck her arm out, "...You bitch...you...I can't believe you..." A small ball of pink ki glowing, pulsing at the center of her palm, the blonde aimed her hand straight at the bluenette, said woman merely looking back at her without a concern in the world, "...You just stood there...and watched me..." She said as the ball got even larger, power surging up through the slightly rejuvenated android's reactors and into her hand.
Teeth gritting together so hard she was starting to wonder if they were going to crack, it kept on growing, the ki blast blazing with energy while she readied it for the bluenette, the girl spreading her hand to fire it, it suddenly dissipated. The words NON-EXPENDABLE flashing across her eyes again, Eighteen couldn't control her shaking as she struggled to muster another attack, but even then that one, the glow rising in her palm disappeared, those old words now being replaced with a new set, '...Damnit...' Growling at them as they flickered on and off in front of her eyes, she wasn't even looking at Bulma now, although she should have been. POWERS LIMITED now the only ones she could see while she shook, droplets of water falling down from her naked body. What a pathetic situation she was in! Not only had she been caught doing what she bad, but now...now she wasn't even able to avenge herself after being so humiliated, "...AH!-"
The whole time the mortified android was fuming with rage, Bulma meanwhile had been getting to work, setting down the clothes she had brought with her for Eighteen to put on now that she had repaired them, the bluenette smiled as she slowly made her way around her, 'You have been having such a hard time in life...' She smiled, taking off her shoes as she stepped into the spacious shower, tiny drops of water still splashing down onto her orange vest as she positioned herself behind the shaking girl, her hands slipping up to slide between the blonde's thin arms and her large slippery breasts, '...Just relax and let me help...' Eighteen glaring at those last words flashing across her eyes, she blinked them away, the girl suddenly realizing that the scientist was no where to be found, she looked left, then right, then…
"...EAH?!..." The sensation of a pair of small feminine hands much softer than her own caressing her coursing throughout her body, the blonde looked straight down just as the bluenette gently pried her arms away from her chest, Eighteen's huge thirty four double Es bouncing back out into the open like a pair of jiggly honey dew melons, they were quickly scooped up in Bulma's velvety palms, "...Uhhh...Ahhh...What...What the hell are you doing?..." The android flicking her wet shimmering hair around her head to stare back at the woman touching her, she could scarcely believe what was happening! Not only did her powers get temporarily shut off because she had tried to annihilate her, but now that very same woman was fondling her— "...Eeeaahhh..."
Those nimble hands giving each overflowing globe of feminine fat a tender squeeze, feeling Eighteen's soft boobies squishing around in her hands, in contrast to the blonde's growls, Bulma just giggled, "...Oh, I've been dying to get my hands on these puppies since we first met and...Kami! Eighteen, your boobs are enormous!..." Molding the heavier mounds of flesh about in her palms, squeezing them just enough to cause some flesh to bubble up when she forced them together, Bulma gently rubbed her hands along their fronts, feeling every ounce of Eighteen's marvelous rack slide against her fingertips, "...So these things really are natural; aren't they?..." Turning to see the look of humiliation painted across the android's face, she didn't need a response to know she was right, not with how malleable the blonde's girls were, their shape so easy to squish around only for it to return to its original shape again whenever she released the bouncy pair, "...Yeah...they're real alright...though still I can't believe how perky they are..."
Dragging her fingers along the front of Eighteen's enormous double Es, everywhere she pushed the firm, full flesh in, it would bounce back out like a jello mold whenever she let go, "...Kami, these things are spectacular!...They feel absolutely fantastic!..." Molding her palms up against the round arc of her supple breasts, Bulma pushed them both up, holding the heavy globes up so that bit by bit gravity would pull Eighteen's slippery funbags down across her hands. The blonde's nipples, as small as they were grating along her skin, each hard pebble hanging on before slipping along her fingers, each round globe merrily bouncing back out into the open again, sticking out and proud like something out of a cartoon, "...No wonder you're so self-conscious about them...especially with how bouncy they are..." Offering up a knowing smile to the blonde the longer she kneaded her pliant knockers around in circles, rotating them around and around before squeezing them together and juggling them, making each of her nipples go up and down before bouncing against the other in a series of jiggles, "...I'd be this touchy if mine were this big...and...this...sensitive..."
The bluenette's words raking across the side of Eighteen's neck like a hot breeze, she froze, her concentration broken as suddenly a small sigh slipped out of the android's pink lips, "...Yeah...I had a feeling they were your weak spots..." Smirking at her captive while she picked up the pace, sensually rolling her perky marshmallow like boobs up and down her chest, letting them bounce together before grabbing one in each hand and testing them like ripe fruit, the actions eliciting another moan from the naked girl as she gently kneaded them, '...So future me was right about doing that after all...' Continuing her ministrations, Bulma thought about the many footnotes she had read about the blonde after she'd 'convinced' her to leave her lab. Most of them concerned non-immediate threats like how the androids dressed and their strengths, then a few were about Eighteen… '...While future me was reprogramming her to protect Gohan she found out something...'
Digging through the data, as it turned out Eighteen was VERY high strung, not that Bulma doubted that at this point after their few, and rather intense conversations; the girl was stressed and as a result of that she was going...to explode. '...Going off like a nuclear reactor just because you can't unwind, why do I want to hit myself for thinking even that sounds like a girl?...' Giggling some more at the thought, Bulma guessed that Vegeta had probably rubbed off on her more than she had thought while they were passionately...yeah. Anyway though to put it simply Eighteen needed to relax every now and then, and considering the total ass hat her brother was she likely never got a boyfriend, or just got to cool off in general. '...Normally just some R and R would be enough...but with how uptight you've been getting it took something major, a sexual release to cool you off this time...'
Smiling as another heated sigh followed by a moan erupted from the blonde in front of her, Bulma squished her hands even rougher into her well-endowed boobies. Molding them up just until they slid across her palms, the bluenette caught each of her tiny pink nipples between her fingers, rolling her sensitive little pebbles around between her thumb and forefinger before easily pressing them back into the heavenly white flesh surrounding them, '...And considering how high your readings were earlier I doubt just once will be enough to get you back to where a nap will do it...' Feeling the other girl's stance weaken, she knew she was getting close, just a little more and she could let her go, not that she didn't enjoy playing with such an amazing rack, "...C'mon...you can admit it...tough chick from the future..." Looking over her shoulder the faster she roamed her fingers across her wet skin, cupping Eighteen's round funbags before squeezing them together, although she didn't dwell on it Bulma had the keen suspicion that she was the first lucky person to play with the blonde's wobbly wonders like this.
"...Tell me just how much you want a big...strong...brave man to play with these bouncy melons of yours..." Holding them together, squishing and rolling her naked tits around, Eighteen opened her eyes, her lips parting as she let out one last sigh of pleasure when Bulma slipped her hands up along the entirety of her large breasts. The sensations of a pair of hands that were not her own mashing her proudest symbols of femininity around as if they were toys, Eighteen suddenly fell back, her body quivering as she was hit by a second thunderous orgasm! Her thighs getting that much more slick with her clear, sweet juices while she rubbed them back and forth against her sex. The bluenette hearing her crying out in pleasure, she at last let her go, but not before giving each of her overweight marshmallows a parting squeeze, oh how jealous the guys would be if she knew what she'd just touched. Releasing the intense grip she'd had on the android, Bulma gave the woman a simple caring smile when she spun around to glare at her. It was kind of adorable really, as it was pretty obvious the blonde was pissed off, but at the same time the fading traces of pleasure still clung to her features, as well as a hearty dose of embarrassment over how the scientist had gotten handsy...and where.
Mentally shaking her head in disbelief at how much Eighteen's remarkably perky boobs bounced around when she turned on her, Bulma closed her eyes, "...There, you should be feeling much more relaxed now..." About to try and ram herself against the devious scientist to kill her since blasting her and punching her wasn't going to work this time around, Eighteen paused, the words coming from her host giving the nude android pause, "...Just like you mentioned before, remember?… What future me did while she was reprogramming you?..." Tilting her head to the side in a way far too playful for the blonde to particularly care for at the moment, Bulma went on, opening her eyes while she offered her hand out to her, "...She did it to keep your dual reactors from melting down...you really need to stop getting so stressed, you know that?..."
The earlier panting and moaning now having turned into growls and huffs of anger, Eighteen kept her arms crossed over her poor molested breasts as much as she made sure her thighs were together, glaring at the woman with pure disdain, she suddenly stopped, "...Wait...before...you mean..." Mentally flashing back to the very familiar scene of the future Bulma gently lifting up her black shirt before going to town on her body, Eighteen felt her eyes pop wide open at the realization, "...Then before...you...were saving me?..." Staring at this woman that only moments ago had been fondling her and now was telling her that in fact she had saved her life, well twice over now, she was in shock.
"...Uhuh, yes I was...although no need to thank me, I was technically saving all of us by doing it, both times..." Holding her hand up to catch the stream of giggles pouring out of her mouth, the blue haired scientist stood back up again, smiling as she looked her over, "...Like I said though, you really need to relax..." Putting her own hands on her hips, curling up against the sides of her blue jeans, Eighteen simply stared wide eyed at her, all of the information registering although not as much as the relief that she hadn't really been harassed, well, unless of course the other woman enjoyed what she'd had to do. Nodding at her, Bulma smiled, "...It won't take one of those again though unless you don't take a breather every now and again, read a book or something..."
Turning to walk across the room now, it was as if the blonde's life had been turned upside down, this whole time she'd held so much suspicion for the woman and yet in the end she had acted to save her…like Gohan and Bulma. "...That being said of course, if you don't hurry up and find a hobby you will need that again..." Smirking at the future girl as she arrived at the hamper she'd earlier set a few things down on when she had first walked in, the bluenette picked them up, holding them against her chest before pointing at her, "...Although if you do, I'd suggest finding a man to do that for you..." Now Bulma's cheeks the ones to turn red first, the android's following close behind with what she was talking about, the new mother smiled dreamily, reliving some past memory before centering her gaze on Eighteen's bosomy chest, "...And trust me you won't have any trouble at all finding one to play with those things for you..." Rotating her finger around in a circle as she pointed at the nude blonde, she stopped.
"...Now, with all that stuff out of the way, let me explain why I came in here..." Holding up the small bundle of clothes she'd brought in with her, they unfurled to display the glamorous Western outfit she'd had on earlier, the jewelry in a small purse on the counter freshly cleaned and as shiny as new, "...As you can see I repaired your clothes for you… Figured you'd want them..." Smirking at the small smile beginning to appear on the android's lips when she saw them, Bulma had a feeling she was going to get her all cheered up in no time, "...I thought so, the fanciest zeni can buy! Plus like you they have some upgrades!..." Turning them around so she could see both sides of them, amazingly all the holes, the burns, every little bit of the damage from before was gone, it was as if they were brand new!
Letting her have a few more moments to revel in her old and new garments, Bulma went on, "...Using the same tech as is in your skin cells, I've designed these clothes to self repair..." Keeping them up in one hand, she suddenly pulled out a knife from her back pocket, quickly folding out the blade from her King's Army Knife, she slashed the sleeve, "...It can take up to an hour depending on the damage, but I assume you won't be running around naked in that case anyway..." She said, the blonde's eyes growing wider as she watched the tear start to reform, in moments the whole thing reconnecting until the entire sleeve was fully repaired, no evidence at all of it ever having been damaged in the first place.
"...Ah...Amazing, Bulma...I can't believe what I'm seeing..." Eighteen stuttered, the girl still too in shock to do much more than gawk at it, truly it was unbelievable. In all it had been less than two hours since they'd arrived and already the woman had taken future tech from her systems and applied them to an entirely different format, "...You did this in such a short amount of time, I..." Taking a few steps forward, the blonde let go with her right hand to gently grasp the clothes hanging out in front of her, not that Bulma at all minded the eyeful she got in return, "...I never would have expected you to—" Her voice catching in her throat when she took them out of the other woman's hands, Eighteen stared at the large piece of black material sticking up at her from atop the hamper, "...You really got me one of those too?..." Raising one golden eyebrow at her host, instead of coming packaged with an annoyed frown, it came with a small smirk.
Nodding her head up and down at her, Bulma bent down to pick it up for her, given all the trouble that would be for the woman anyway, "...You are very welcome about that..." Wiping her nose proudly, the bluenette held out the bra for her to take, it was just like her last one although clearly more expense and a larger size, the black padded cups nice and round so that they didn't draw more attention than their contents did naturally, "...This time it's the right size though, thirty four with two Es, right?..." Giggling a little more, Bulma blushed as she turned to look back at their reflection in the mirror, the things that had been going on before their conversation still sticking with her.
"...I admit I had to do a double take on the screen when I read that, but after our little massage session I think it is correct..." Raising one hand to give her a thumbs up, there was no perversion in the woman's expression, and neither was there evil in her heart, it was enough to give the android a moment of pause, "...Us girls have to stick together, you know?..." Adding on a parting wink to that motion, the Capsule Corp. scientist turned to leave, taking a few steps towards the door the whole time she spoke, "...Besides I think you have a better chance of getting Gohan killed than saving him if you're bouncing around all over the battle—"
Stopping mid-step and mid-sentence when she felt a damp hand land on her shoulder, Bulma looked over to see Eighteen behind her, her eyebrows rising in surprise, it wasn't that the future android was grabbing her, it was that for the first time...she was smiling, "...Wait, Bulma...thank you...for everything..." Bowing her head a little when she said that, her slowly drying blonde hair flicking down in groups of strands to run along her cheeks, "...I know I haven't been the nicest person since arriving in this time...but I appreciate this..." Bending her head back up again, she turned around, walking back over to the hamper where she started going through her clothes.
Bulma staying right where she was, even though she'd just had a son with probably the most testosterone filled man she'd ever met, the bluenette couldn't help staring at the android girl putting the bra on, hooking the back clasps in front of her before turning the whole thing around so that the cups were in front, "...I mean it, Bulma… You, Chi-Chi, it's nice having other women to talk to instead of just my brother's whores..." Not noticing the wide eyed stare from the scientist as she fit her large breasts into the cups, each globe jiggling slightly when she got it in, still a sizable amount bubbling out over the edge of her bra, "...So really...thank you..." Pulling the shoulder straps up, the blonde was happy with how well it fit her, no chance at a nip slip or looking like a hooker from now on.
The bluenette only continuing to stare as Eighteen bent over, the woman's perfect, round bottom sticking straight out at her like a glowing white moon, she shook her head from side to side when she spoke to her, "...Uhhh, Bulma I think you forgot to add underwear..." She said, flicking her hair back out of her eyes as she pulled her short white t-shirt over her head, this time it fitting a little less snug, but still enough to show off a deep valley of cleavage, "...Can you go get it; I don't really want to leave here without some on..." Shrugging the vest onto her shoulders before affixing her jewelry the golden chain onto her jeans, bracelets on her wrist, and her tiny golden earrings before connecting the small pearl necklace around her neck.
Turning around to look at the other woman as she stood there dressed save for her complete lack of pants, Eighteen's face froze when she saw what she was holding up, "...Ehhh, yeah about that, would you believe it's the only thing that matches?..." Rubbing the back of her head nervously as she held out the piece of underwear out in front of her, Bulma blushed even as she felt Eighteen take it out of her hands, the blonde holding the small scrap of black material up between her now gloved ones, "...I mean...it's still better than nothing, right?..." Tucking both of her hands behind her back as she suddenly scuttled backward to the door, Bulma squeezed her cerulean eyes shut while she tried to put on the nicest cheesy smile she could to save her skin, "...We'll replace it later, I promise...any who, I'll be outside when you're dressed!"
The door instantly slamming and locking behind her as Bulma zipped through it, Eighteen merely stood there, dumbstruck at what she was holding. Bending over as she stepped into the tiny garment, the blonde let out a low groan of annoyance as she slid the thin black thong up her legs, the string in the middle centering between her soft butt cheeks, "...Just when I was finally starting to think my luck was improving..." Closing her eyes as a small wave of now dried blonde hair swept over her face, Eighteen pushed it back behind her ear again while she pulled her jeans up, putting on the last of her new self-repairing clothes before looking in the mirror, "...Well...at least I won't have to worry about wardrobe malfunctions anymore..."
Staring at her image, her aura seemingly rejuvenated from that different kind of workout she'd gotten today, Eighteen felt that smile creep back upon her lips when she thought about it, "...Maybe I have had these people all wrong..." Bulma's kindness sticking with her, repairing and upgrading her clothes, massaging her so she wouldn't explode, and whatever else she had to know if she even knew her stress levels, it wasn't something she could just let go, "...Maybe...it's not just one brave man I have to deal with from now on..." Turning her back to the mirror, the android sent back in time from the future walked towards the door, twisting the lock as she opened it, the more residential hallway of Bulma's home greeting her, she stopped, "...Or maybe..."
The girl standing right where she was, that smile of hers slowly turning up into a wide smirk as a couple words, printed in all caps...flashed...across her eyes, "...Maybe it'll be fun fighting on the other team this time around..." The words continuing to flash across her eyes, Eighteen set off to find the others, and while she had no plans to just become a member of the gang...the android didn't mind hanging around them as much as she used to… POWER RESTORED POWER RESTORED POWER RESTORED.
A/N: The much promised huge fan service chapter has finally arrived, and I think it was just as good as I thought it would be, at least for me. Ended up editing this one three times over while trying to get my best work out of it. If it seems out of place for this story so far, don't worry because this isn't ever going to be the norm for this fic. Just since I want to have a fun balance of action, plot and service there are going to be chapters where each one ends up taking center stage, and this one was most certainly fan service! But hey, who doesn't want the lovely, curvy Android Eighteen completely naked and as embarrassed as can be? I certainly think Bulma didn't mind catching a full frontal eyeful of the bosomy blonde.
Overall I am very proud with how this chapter turned out, thus far my favorite was chapter ten, but this one has its own charms even if some of it requires paying attention and looking for what else is being said aside from, "Eighteen is sexy". That being said though it is everything I wanted it to turn out to be, and look forward to finding out what you all think about it as well. The next chapter of this story will be out in a bit, I'll probably end up editing it some more too. Actually as of yesterday I JUST finished the third chapter of Bulma of Orange Star High, so look forward to that coming up as well as whichever one shot I end up posting. For those concerned I am aware of past promises on fics such as my Nami one and am story boarding it when I have the chance. Work is very draining physically and emotionally at times so as a result I've really only been able to write once in two weeks, but don't worry I'll keep the updates coming!
Now for polls, the one I posted weeks ago was asking what anime girls from different series that I enjoy should I write an ecchi one shot about. And let me say that I was surprised at who won! The DBZ Gals took an early lead, but it wasn't forever, with Erza Scarlet and Mirajane Strauss from Fairy Tail ending up sweeping the board for the first and second place spots. So with that out there I will try to think of a funny ecchi one shot starring those two bouncy ladies that you all love! That just leaves this weeks' poll, which of course as usual is up and running on my profile for you all to vote on at your leisure. Since this story is at long last pulling in the bulk of the remaining cast of Dragon Ball Z after the battle against Eighteen and Seventeen, I've been wondering which interactions you all are looking forward to most, so!
'In Gohan's Blonde Future What Are You Looking Forward to Most?' For this one I mostly mean characters meeting the titular blonde and everything that she comes with. Will it be the chance at Goku pissing her off with a stupid comment at first sight? Piccolo at long last meeting someone as prone to frowning disapprovingly as he is? Or perhaps Vegeta meeting a beautiful girl with shining blonde hair and as much strength as any saiyan man could ask for? You tell me, and please when you get the chance let me know what you thought of this chapter by leaving a REVIEW! It really does do so much for my writing spirit! With that all being said, I'll see you all on the next update, until then, have a good time!
