A/N: That's right! The next chapter is finally here and the action isn't about to cool off for a second, though if it does there is always a previous chapter to heat things up again. No point wasting time so let's get on into it, enjoy! Last time on Gohan's Blonde Future, an impromptu sparring match between Goku and Eighteen seemed to be evenly matched, although mysteriously the super saiyan allowed the match to end before powering up to his max. The others fearing the raw displays of power from the two fighters as much as enjoying the show, no one seemed to have seen the conclusion coming. Now, with Bulma still a little tipsy following the match, there's finally some time for chitchat before it's time to get back down to business again. The Z Warriors taking a moment to talk, only Goku isn't interested, his eyes aimed straight at the sky...all this and more on the next exciting installment of Gohan's Blonde Future!
Outside Capsule Corp.:
"You're serious? She is that strong?..." Tien said as he stood in front of his oldest marital arts competitor, the look on Goku's happy smiling face telling him everything he needed to know about just how powerful the woman standing a couple dozen feet away from them was, "...There...there is no way that's possible...you were holding back; weren't you?..." Three eyes holding on Goku before moving over to stare at the blonde android in the other group, what he was hearing was quite simply beyond comprehension, the way the other man was shaking his head only adding to his shock, "...But what about super saiyan? You didn't even transform..." Turning his gaze back to his friend, Tien waited for a reply, some reassurance to comfort him…
Goku was Goku though so unfortunately for him there was none of that coming, "Uhhh, heheheh! Yeah, I don't think that would have mattered either..." That goofy smile spread across his face while he rubbed the back of his head all throughout the triclop's questioning, all three of the other men listening intently to what he was so casually admitting staring at the saiyan in bewilderment, "...I'm sorry, you guys, but with the way she was fighting even going super saiyan didn't feel like it would be enough, heheh..." The words of the strongest man on the planet causing the others pause, they joined Tien in staring wide eyed at the woman over by the tree, her amazing good looks and relatively delicate figure in stark contrast with her unbelievable levels of power.
"...Really?… I mean I know she's strong, but her?..." Krillin said as he helped Yamcha out of the hole he had no doubt dug for himself as he'd been busily doing all day thus far, the bald hero setting him down while he talked to Goku, "...How can a girl as fragile looking as her be so strong?… I mean...look at her, she looks like someone who should be a magazine centerfold instead of a fighter!..." The others thinking about it along with him, it was true, Eighteen did have that appearance about her, her hair was fine and glossy, running like water across her face, her light blue eyes shone like diamonds and then her body… "...I just don't get it, Goku...I know she kicked my ass, but yours?..."
Staring up at his best friend with a pained expression, as much as the poor guy wanted it not to be true, the expression painted across Goku's face told him that it clearly was, "Don't judge a book by its cover, you should know that by now, Krillin..." The one guy from another planet amongst the group of oddballs joining into the conversation, Piccolo still had the slightest of blushes on his cheeks from his earlier thoughts, not that the others were in any mood to notice, "...Remember, Freeza? His final form looked weak, but then he was stronger than ever..." Crossing his arms over his chest in his usual all knowing fashion, the Namek shook his head slowly before gazing across the lawn at the android, watching the way she so calmly talked to Gohan while Bulma made her way over to them, stumbling the entire time.
"...Besides, 'fragile' as you said, girl or not, if she's as strong as Goku says she is she'll really come in handy in the fight ahead..." The intensity of his stare not weakening for so much as a moment the longer he kept his eyes on the duo, as hard of a time as he'd had accepting her around the boy he'd personally trained, Piccolo was starting to come to terms with it, "...If the other androids are anything like she is then we may not stand a chance without her..." His highly sensitive ears picking up the conversation going on away from them, a small breeze blew past the group, the air taking a bit of the dirt off of Yamcha as he climbed back up to his feet, Piccolo smirking when he saw the smile on the man's face, "...Heh...and if that's not enough, I'm sure you two don't mind the eye candy either...What was that before about weight in all the right places?..." Turning to walk away from them, the Namek sat down in one of the lawn chairs, his eyes closing to contemplate things on his own.
Both Yamcha and Krillin glancing over at each other, the pair grinned while a red blush spread across their cheeks, "...Oh, it's not that way, Piccolo..." The bald one avoiding the look his Namekian friend gave him when he walked away, Krillin slowly started rubbing under his nose the whole time he spoke, those little dot eyes of his once more sneaking a peak at the blonde standing by the tree, "...She's an android, but the girl isn't magnetic...I don't stare at her all the time..." Goku leaning in with a puzzled look on his face the longer his best buddy seemed to be doing stretches with his eyes he had never seen before, the action only making the guy blush even more, "...She's just really-Guah!..."
Letting out a sudden yelp as he felt a strong arm wrap around his shoulders, Krillin swung his head around to find Yamcha's cheek pressed up against his, a wide knowing smirk on the other man's face as he looked at him, "Uhuh, sure, Krillin we get it, you're not head over heels for that chick..." Grinning like a Cheshire cat the whole time he held his friend still, the former bandit looked to make sure Bulma wasn't around to pound his face in when he spoke, cupping one hand against his ear just in case, "...Although I think you'll admit, Eighteen has one hell of a nice pair of magnets..." Krillin's cheeks only getting that much darker as his mouth turned into a giddy smile, the men chuckled at that rather true comment concerning the woman. At the same time though, Tien was still dealing with the important details concerning the android.
"...Uhhh...anyway, guys, you really need to be taking this more seriously..." He said holding his hands out, offering a troubled look to his grinning companions the longer they stood there making silly faces at one another, "...If she can match Goku, then she could kill all of us if she wanted too, doesn't that concern you at all?..." The three eyed man wanting to smack them out of their current state, he had a good point, so far they had seen Eighteen go toe to toe with another android and win out, then after that she'd seemed to have fought Goku with ease. Not that he believed she was going to just snap and murder everyone considering the programming Bulma explained to them before the blonde had joined them, but still what they were doing didn't seem particularly smart, "...At the very least, can we agree it is not a good idea to piss her off?..."
Those last words he'd said catching their attention at last, he breathed a short sigh of relief before continuing, noting that for once Goku seemed to be listening as well, the man folding his arms behind his head intently, "...Krillin, you said she nearly killed you earlier, same for you, Yamcha..." Turning between the two guys, slowly they started to calm down again, the red on their cheeks beginning to be replaced by a dark shade of blue, "...Think about it for a second, is making jokes like Master Roshi would about her body really worth dying over?..." The saiyan standing behind the other two staring blankly up into the cloud as if he could sense something coming their way, but not caring that much about it, Krillin and Yamcha sighed, the guys turning to look at each other.
"...Urrr...I guess you've got a good point about that, Tien..." Krillin said at long last calming down, it was a sigh of relief for the Crane School martial artist, although the bald man was easily the lesser of the two trouble makers here, "...We've got enough on our plate with her brother already...the last thing we need is another one of him fighting against us..." Gazing over at the beautiful blonde chatting away with Gohan, a small smile starting to form on her face, the guy found himself just as quickly losing his composure again, "...Still...she really is something else..." Running his eyes up and down her, the woman seemed to glow with a certain kind of specialness, as if she were truly one of a kind, the type of girl that only came around once in a lifetime…
The others arching their eyebrows at Krillin the longer the guy stood there watching her, a dreamy look filling his beady little eyes, it was at that point Yamcha stood up again, taking his arm off of the smaller man, "...Don't worry, I get it too, Tien… Believe me, I'm not looking to die again any more than you are..." His words making the smile on the triclop's face grow even larger while at the same time the former bandit took a few steps away from them, dusting the last of the dirt off of his gi, "...Although if I did… Scoring a home run with a babe like her would be totally worth it in my book!..." Waiting for the expression on Tien's face to falter, as soon as it sank in fear Yamcha nearly fell over laughing, the guy getting one hell of a chuckle out of messing with him.
"...Hey, man, don't worry about it, everything's going to be fine, you know that..." Making a point of wrapping his arm around the other martial artist after he'd satisfied his need to laugh, Yamcha pulled him close to reassure him, "...I promise I won't put any of you guys in danger again..." Closing his eyes in a relaxing smile, after a few moments of trying to read him, Tien gave in, smiling along with his former competitor and current ally, "...After all, you're looking at the best lady killer around, I did manage to score Bulma, remember?..." Grinning even wider than he had before, as confident as the smirk spread across his cocky face was, all it seemed to do was make his friends even more restless than they had been before.
Tien gritting his teeth in panic, Piccolo no longer wasting his time listening to them, and Goku too interested in the sky to chime in, all that was left was Krillin to burst the man's bubble...and he did, "...Yeah, and you got dumped by Bulma too, remember that?..." The bald man stating the facts plain as day, Yamcha paused, the taller fighter simply standing there frozen, a large sweat drop forming on the left side of his forehead while Krillin and Tien each gave him a look that just reeked of how disappointed, yet not surprised they were that he'd forgotten that little detail, "...Uhuh...that's what I thought..." Now him being the one to cross his arms instead of just about everyone else at this point, the shorter Turtle school pupil sighed, slowly shaking his head, "...How about you learn to keep a regular girl happy before trying to seduce one that can kill all of us?..."
His fellow member of the bald man crew, Tien, nodding in agreement, that was probably the most profound statement of advice ever given since the Z Warriors had first met, so much so that even Piccolo picked it up despite doing his best not to hear their pointless babbling, "...Eheheh, I suppose you've got a point there, Krillin..." Yamcha nervously rubbing his cheek now that he was oh so unceremoniously thrown off of his high horse, the baseball player let out a small sigh, shrugging off that horrific burn as best he good, "...Bulma sure can pack a wallop, but Eighteen just goes straight to death ray, eheheh..." The man turning back around to look at Goku though, he raised an eyebrow at what the wonky saiyan was doing. During the entire conversation the guys had been having, Goku meanwhile was staring up into the sky, hands folded behind his head perfectly still, just...watching…
'Good, so at least I'm not the only one sensing that energy...' Piccolo thought to himself as the other guys focused their attention on Goku, the way he was being so silent in the midst of such colorful conversation catching their attention more than what they should have been paying attention to, and that was not Eighteen, '...It's been out there for a while, but isn't getting here very quickly...' Furrowing his brow muscles to try and get a better feel at what it might be, it was no use, the signal just wasn't clear enough to tell if the energy was man, alien, or even machine, '...Whatever, we'll just have to deal with in when it arrives either way...' Relaxing a little more as that thought passed by, Piccolo turned his attention back to his former and in some ways still current pupil; Gohan happily chatting it up with the android, the whole thing made him as uneasy as much as it reassured him about the boy.
Despite only recently joining their group, the blonde seemed very relaxed with Gohan, as if she had known him for some time, although that was probably helped along by their training together recently; nothing drew people together like sparring did, '...Bulma said she has a program lock to keep her from hurting Gohan, although she's still finding out if the rest of us have one too...' Thinking about it, it made sense, if her duty was to make sure the kid survived then having her go rogue wouldn't be a good thing, still though that didn't mean she wasn't a threat, just not a physical one to him, '...Still, there is no way we all have locks...not with what she did to Krillin and Yamcha, that second blast Goku pulled away would have easily killed him...' The Namekian had seen women lose it on the formerly long haired womanizer, but even so, none had ever gotten so close to wiping him off the face of the Earth for something where a mere slap would have sufficed.
The scene flashing through his mind again, Piccolo, as sturdy as he was cringed in fear, that unfeeling look she'd had on her face when she did it making him shiver slightly, it was so emotionless, save for her eyebrows dipping down in agitation, '...She moved to kill him all because he disrespected her...over a joke!...' Feeling his arms beginning to shake the more the green alien thought about it, after being with these people as long as he had the man had gotten used to the women retaliating violently when the guys pushed their buttons, but this was different, '...Even with Chi-Chi's strength, or Bulma's temper they're not going to hurt any of those guys too badly...at least nothing permanent...' The pink energy beam erupting from her outstretched palm in a destructive glow of power, what Eighteen had done just as easily as Bulma would deliver a punch to the head would have been Yamcha's certain demise. If Goku hadn't been able to handle her then they would have lost a man already before even any of the really evil androids actually showed up!
'...What kind of woman is capable of thoughtlessly killing one second and then innocently talking with a kid the next?...' Keeping a firm eye on both her as well as Gohan, even while knowing about the lock, he wasn't taking any chances, Bulma may have been smart, but to him there were still many heavy risks in allying with someone like Eighteen, '...Still...if she doesn't go after Gohan, maybe it's for the best to have her around...' As much as the Namek hated to admit it, the Son boy truly looked like he enjoyed being around her. Before she'd joined the group outside he and Gohan were chatting, but as soon as she arrived, his attention was focused directly onto her. Shaking away any thoughts of being jealous of his enthusiasm over her though Piccolo figured he had at least one theory as to why he was so clingy when it came to the blonde, '...It's not like the kid has a lot of experience being around women anyway...'
He was right, aside from Bulma, her mom, Chi-Chi and a couple others Gohan had mostly spent all of his life around a small group of men that loved to fight, as well as a surprising number of alien fighters now that he thought about it. At the same time though, even the Namek admitted that, that was only okay for the time being, once he grew up though that would have to change, '...Why your species needs two different sexes is beyond, me...but eventually you'll need to be comfortable around them too...' Turning his gaze back up to the android again, at least with her it was obvious, as Yamcha pointed out so stupidly, that she was in fact a girl, '...And like her or not, she fits the description...' She had all the characteristics down pat, longer hair, a smaller stature, slim build, those 'curves' the old pervert always cheered about, more delicate looking facial features, and…
'...Just control yourself...I don't know what it is about the fat deposits on your females' chests that make human men so weak...' Directing his somewhat judgmental gaze over to Yamcha and Krillin, Piccolo still had not forgotten just where they had been staring at the blonde during all of their near death experiences as of late, '...But it appears the larger they are the harsher the effect...and considering how particularly big Eighteen's are I'm afraid you'll fall victim just like they did some day...' Frowning at the thought of losing his one true friend to something as seemingly harmless as natural instincts, the Namekian took some solace in the fact that not all the other guys had been affected. Tien, being the most disciplined of their group had managed to keep from eyeing the blonde, and that said something considering he was the only person with more than two eyes! Even better still, Goku...well Goku never was the kind of guy to be distracted by a pretty girl, so the kid had that going for him, '...You inherited your father's strength though...'
A small smile forming on his lips he started to relax now, even with how badly those other two dummies had crumbled at the mere sight of Eighteen's beautiful good looks, there was still a chance for Gohan, a good one. Between his ultra stuffy mother and a father who showed more interest in the blonde's reported power than either of the others did her looks, there was a fair shot that Gohan would be able to learn how to talk to girls through her without turning into...them, '...Ugh, it would be so much easier if they were all the same like Nameks are...' Adjusting himself so that he could recline some more, he breathed, humans were so complicated, but at the same time that made them that much more entertaining to be around, no matter what there was always some sort of problem unfolding, '...Just do me a favor and don't let me down, kid… As funny as he is sometimes, I can't take twice as much of Yamcha's corny pickup lines...'
Meanwhile, By the Tree in the Back Yard:
"WOOOHOOO!..." Holding her left hand up to her mouth to amplify her cheers as she walked, or more like wobbled, over to where Gohan and Android Eighteen were talking together, they turned to see the bluenette coming towards them, a drink somehow still in her right hand, "...That was awesome, Eighteen! Wa...way to show those guys what us...ladies are capable of!..." A wide happy smile spread across her face, despite the odds, even while essentially punching Yamcha out of the sky when he teased her about how much curvier she'd gotten since having her kid, Bulma had managed to save her alcohol...which was doing so much for her currently, "...Not ev...even Goku can stop the girls' android!..." Raising both of her arms up in the air at them, as if it wasn't already obvious, Bulma was in fact drunk.
A troubled look appearing on is face as he slowly approached her, Gohan kept both of his arms held out in case she started to keel over, "Uhhh, Bulma...I'm glad you enjoyed the match, but maybe you need to calm down a little?..." Doing his best to try and guide the woman down to sit by the tree, while the young man still didn't know much about alcohol or why certain adults enjoyed it so much, Chi-Chi had told him that pregnant women couldn't have it, so at least that explained why Bulma seemed to be taking in a little more than she used to now that she wasn't huge anymore, "...Just, take a seat...the grass it really soft here..." Helping the Capsule Corp. heiress down onto her backside, he smiled wearily when she looked up at them again.
"...Oh? Don't tell me you're getting nervous too, Gohan?..." Smirking up at him as she took her seat against the large tree, Bulma motioned from the boy towards the blonde standing in front of her, Eighteen watching the goings on, "...Is being around a girl as strong as your Dad starting to freak you out a little?..." His face instantly turning pink at her remark, the move brought an instant smirk to the bluenette's face even while he stared down at the ground to try and hide it from her as well as the girl in question, "...Awww, that's okay...I'm sure you'll get used to it the more time you spend together..." The alcohol's effects suddenly appearing to be that much more influential on the scientist than it previously appeared, Bulma reached up to pull him down to her level.
The blue haired genius whispering into his ear so that only he could hear what she saw saying, despite her best efforts an unsuspecting Namek managed to catch every last embarrassing word of it, "...Besides...you never know what can happen during a bit of sparring..." Both the cheeks of Gohan as well as Piccolo turning as red as alarm bells at her words, the pair of them were gritting their teeth in panic the whole time she kept hold of him, "...It's different fighting with a girl you know..." Flicking her eyes up to Eighteen so that Gohan's would follow them, she slowly lowered them back down to meet his gaze, the smell of the alcohol on her breath lost on him at the moment, "...Clothes get torn, things snap off...you never know what you might see..."
Letting go of him after saying her piece, the young half saiyan shot back upright again, Gohan standing there with a stunned look on his face, eyebrows up, cheeks raspberry red, and mouth sealed shut, the way he was just standing there causing Bulma to lean back in a fit of laughter, "...Ahahahaha! Kami, Gohan don't look that shocked..." She grinned, but while it was great for her, for Gohan...never, in all the years he had been alive would he ever have thought he'd hear such a thing, let alone from Bulma.
His mother was always too strict to allow any of those thoughts to begin developing, even if when he was older they would surely rule the day, "...I mean really, have you seriously never pictured a girl's clothes taking the damage you guys' do in a fight?..." Bulma went on...oh yeah, to put it simply, Gohan, was mortified, his adolescent brain too caught between his innocent current self and the ideas that had only just begun to form in his mind, he stayed there, statuesque, a monument to Bulma's ability to make anyone blush.
"Gohan, are you alright?..." But the worst was yet to come for the poor half saiyan as Eighteen quickly bent over in front of him, his android bodyguard reacting to her programming in assisting him above all other possible concerns that might pop up in her mind. The fluttering of her black vest in the breeze instantly drawing his eyes to where she was, legs together bent inward so that her face was just slightly above his, "...Gohan, answer me...What did Bulma say that freaked you out?..." His head turning up to look at her though, his eyes only grew that much wider as his face started to turn blue instead, his worsening reaction only causing the woman to alarm even more than before, "...Is Seventeen coming back? Is that weird signal the other androids?..." She asked the more concerned she became, despite the fact that her questions did not make as much sense as they would had the boy not appeared near comatose at the moment.
The blonde grabbing the young man in front of her by his shoulders, she quickly started shaking him back and forth, their combined movements however only causing his eyes to move up and down with her, the same petrified look on his face only growing even more blue than it was before, "...Ahahahaha! Eighteen, I suggest you just let him go and forget about it..." Bulma suddenly interjected, the drunk, yet still aware bluenette unable to keep the wide smirk from spreading across her face as she laid a hand on the blonde's shoulder, motioning for her to back off for the time being, "...Trust me, it's for the best, I think you've treated him enough for one day..." Eighteen spinning her head around to stare at the Capsule Corp. scientist, Bulma merely twirled her pointer finger around for a second before pointing at Gohan, and then slowly, drawing a line straight to…
Eighteen's eyebrows shooting up when she found herself gawking inquisitively at her own abundant bosom, in an instant it all seemed to become clear for her. Following Bulma's teasing words of warning, the blonde had unintentionally given Gohan a bird's eye view directly down the front of her white shirt when she crouched down, the boy getting an eyeful at the blonde's deep cleavage right when so many bad ideas were busy swirling around in his mind already. Her own light blue eyes shrinking to the size of pinpricks when they darted back up again to find his dark orbs not even meeting her own. Her blonde hair falling across her face as she quickly stood back up again, a light dusting of pink coated her cheeks as she brushed her hair back out of her eyes, the girl unconsciously hiking her shirt up in one hand to cover up the supple flesh she'd just been displaying.
Bulma only rolling back in even more laughter at Eighteen's adorable reaction to her accidental show, the android turned her attention over to the group of men she'd been having so much trouble with. Luckily for them they all managed to look away from the scene right in the nick of time, but all the same the blonde swore she'd seen Yamcha mouthing the word's 'Lucky kid' as he turned away. Recomposing herself now that the incident was over with, she looked back down to Gohan, who just as miraculously had recovered from his frozen stupor, "...Uhhh, anyway...Gohan...was there something else you wanted?..." Hiding her obvious blush as best she could, Eighteen brushed her bangs back before letting them fall in front of her face again, "...I mean...talk to me about?..." The blonde more than willing to let that possible double meaning float on by, luckily no one besides Bulma seemed to catch it.
Gohan having now gotten over the awkward moment between them, the young half saiyan nodded eagerly, that smile he was known for returning in full, "...Oh yeah, there was! I was wondering Eighteen, if you're really stronger than my Dad then do you think the other androids are that tough too?..." Gohan's question causing everyone around them to pause for a moment, that was a good point, up until now everyone had been so focused on the sparring match or blasting their bad luck in life that no one had brought that up, "...You mentioned before that future Bulma upgraded you, but how much was that?...Are you stronger than that other guy?..." The silence permeating the area doing away with the last of the reddened cheeks for now, the blonde turned fully around to face him when she replied.
"...If you're referring to Seventeen, then yes. If I go all in I am capable of a higher power output than he is..." Making note of exactly where everyone else was while she motioned over to her chest, she gently slid her finger along the bottom of her ribcage, the fingernail pressing into the fabric, "...Seventeen has one large reactor, while I have two smaller upgraded ones that the future Bulma put in me..." Once more watching the others, the girl relaxed a little as she let her hand drop before rising the other one up with it, signing out the details she was explaining, "...While my brother has more power than me initially, in a longer battle I can outpace him and eventually put out more energy than he can, it just takes me a little longer..."
The others listening intently to every word the android was saying, it made sense, although the person whom it made the most sense to was still a little doolally, Bulma savoring the rest of her last drink while the 'adults' talked, "...As for the androids in your time I can only assume they have the same design I had at first, although I can't be sure..." Pulling down on the bottom of her shirt a little to straighten it up some more, Eighteen spun around as she walked over to Bulma, the younger, although technically older girl offering a hand to the tipsy scientist, "...Although maybe once she sobers up a little, Bulma can figure that one out?..." The blonde's golden bracelet jingling on her wrist when she held her black gloved hand out, the bluenette took it, a small smirk spreading across her lips, the woman eager for the challenge her new guest was offering her.
"...Maybe that sounds like...hic...like something I can do..." Hauling herself up under the android's amazing strength, Bulma tipped away the last of her drink before looking out across the lawn. At the moment everyone was a bit scattered, Piccolo was sitting alone on a chair, Yamcha and Krillin were talking about someone that was no doubt of the 'highest' importance, and finally Tien was talking to a sky bound Goku. "...Alright, everyone! Listen up!..." Suddenly yelling out to the rest of the group, the bluenette had all of their attention in a matter of moments, the Son man even raising a hand up while he continued to stare up at the sky, his eyebrows starting to furrow at what he sensed on the horizon, "...As you all know we only have a few days until the uhhh..." Looking back at Eighteen for a moment, she decided to phrase her terms with the blonde in mind.
Coughing for a moment she continued, "...Until the 'bad' androids arrive, so we still have time for a little more preparing just in case things go bad!..." Walking across the lawn to where Piccolo sat, Bulma nearly fell over herself at one point, the world class scientist tripping on an oddly out of place rock before catching her fall, then pausing for a moment before taking another step, "...And for that purpose I have a job for each of you in the meantime..." That small confident smirk the bluenette was known far and wide for spreading across her red lips, she stopped before the Namek now, her shadow blocking out the sun in a way that seemed all too familiar to the former Demon King, "...That includes you Piccolo, heheh, but don't worry, I have a good task for you..."
The man letting out a small sigh, he just as quickly got up and out of his seat as if she had threatened to drag him out of it, which essentially was what would have happened anyway had he resisted, there were few beings in the universe the Z Warriors feared more than Freeza, and Bulma was one of them, "...Yes, Bulma, what do you need from me this time?..." He said rolling his eyes a little, at what he was actually being subjected to at this point, less than a decade ago he was a feared enemy of almost everyone in the group, now here he was taking orders from the same blue haired woman he recalled practically everyone fawning over, "...I'll help you this time, but please for the love of Kami, don't ask me to help your mother bake again..." Keeping that last part about how much of a tyrant in the kitchen the older blonde woman was to himself, the Namek could only roll his eyes again at her response.
"...Oh it's nothing like that, although I'm surprised you didn't enjoy that last time, my Mom and I have so much in common she's impossible not to love, heheh!..." Sweat drops appearing on several of the other men in that moment, Bulma went on, the woman digging into her breast pocket only to pull out one of the greatest if not the greatest invention she'd ever designed, "...Here, take this...you'll need it to gather the dragon balls..." Handing over the dragon radar to none other than the spawn of the man who once killed Shenron after making his wish, the former hunter of said balls tipped her head to the side as she smiled at him, "...Just find them all and keep them separately in a safe place, in case we need them, you know?..." Watching him close his hand around the device before nodding back at the woman, Bulma gave him a cheesy grin, "...Great, you know you're the only one here I can trust with that..."
Leaving the alien still questioning his reason for still existing at this point in his life to his task, she kept on her way, shaking some blue hair out of her cerulean eyes as she arrived in front of Yamcha and Krillin, "...Now as for you two..." Gently rubbing the bottom of her chin for a few moments while she seemed to be making up her mind as to what to do, she suddenly snapped her fingers, "...Ah! Okay, so since we can't be sure exactly how strong these bad androids will be I'll need to design something to read their power levels..." Taking out a pen and a small notebook from her other breast pocket, the woman got to work writing down a long, long...long list of materials she needed to design her device. Easily scribbling through five pages of items, she quickly tore them off before stuffing them into the front of Yamcha's gi.
"Ehhh?...But, Bulma..." His eyes going wide at the long list of items he had to get a hold of for her to get to work, it wasn't as much the sheer number of things that he had to get a hold of as it was how weird most of them were, "...You can't seriously need me of all people to go and get all this junk for you, do you?..." Staring at the woman with a panicked expression, she simply nodded her head back at him, the action only causing his face to fall like he'd been rejected for yet another date with a pretty girl, "...But...but...look at this list! Coffee...a compass...six microwaves...one pound of diamonds...like how am I supposed to get a POUND of diamonds?!..." He asked, the guy holding out his arms to either side of his body, the papers he'd been given flying up into the air only to float down around the now frowning female standing before him.
Bulma watching her meticulously written and very important notes fluttering down around her, she delicately closed her eyes, the blue haired vixen giving him a playful smile as she took a couple steps towards him, "...I don't know how you'll get them, but I know you will, Yamcha..." She said, a small sigh leaving her lips as she stood inches in front of him, one thin pointer finger sliding along his pecs as she drew circles between the strong muscles, "...No matter what's happened you've always been the guy I can call to scratch any itch I get..." Turning her gaze up to him, the alcohol in her system seemingly taking hold of her more than it had been before, she grinned, those beautiful cerulean eyes of hers giving him an alluring look, "...Besides...if you don't..." Drawing herself even closer to him now, the expensive material of her orange vest rubbing against his gi as she spoke, her thirty four C breasts starting to bubble up in her shirt the longer she pressed against him, "...Heheh...I can always tell Eighteen about what you said her body was really designed for..."
The not so drunk woman's eyebrows dipping down to join the smirk quickly replacing the erotic grin she'd been wearing only moments before, Yamcha couldn't help his eyes growing to the size of dinner plates when she made her threat, "...Uhhhh...Bulma...you...you wouldn't tell her about...that...heheh...would you?..." Even with how much more powerful he was than Bulma, in theory that is, in reality she was so far above him he couldn't fathom it, especially now. The way one of those blue eyebrows ticked up at his question, the poor guy just about shit a pound of diamonds as she slowly started to turn her head around to look at Eighteen, "...Ahhhh! Okay, wait! Don't! Just...please don't tell her, Bulma...you know what that babe'll do to me!..." Holding his hands up in front of him, praying for mercy from the mighty Bulma Brief, thankfully for him, today at least, his prayers were answered by the goddess.
"...Okay, but don't test me, Yamcha..." Her face instantly transforming back into the friendly chipper one it had been a few moments before she had shown her true power, the bluenette watched as he nodded in relief, the martial artist grabbing up all the notes he had dropped earlier before she changed her mind, "...We both know how bad a girl I can be when things don't go my way..." Brushing some hair back as she smiled up at him, Bulma leaned up, stretching on her tippey toes while she then whispered into her former boyfriend's ear, "...Or how bad I can be when they do..." Letting a few moments tick by while she stayed there like that, allowing the man to take her every syllable in to make sure that he would get every little thing she had on that list, the worst of them still on the back pages, "...Such as telling a certain ex-boyfriend of mine who I saw naked in the shower today..." Yamcha's face turning bright red at that thought, he glanced over at the buxom blonde standing a ways in front of him...if Bulma meant what he thought she did… Swallowing a dry lump in his throat, the former bandit wasted no time nodding in agreement; if there was anything he could say about his ex it was that she knew how to speak his language.
Leaning back down again from where she had been standing, Bulma gave him one parting wink before turning her attention to Krillin, the bald man gulping heavily at seeing the competing colors on Yamcha's face, "...Don't worry, I'm not going to mess with you, Krillin...I remember your 'fight' with Eighteen earlier..." She giggled a little at the end of her comment, the bald man catching more than a little teeth in what she'd said than he was expecting, "...Although if those looks on the trip to Namek you were giving me are any indication, maybe you want me too..." Arching one eyebrow at the second bright red martial artist in a row, she quickly shook her hand around as her face contorted into a smile, "...Ahahaha! Just kidding!… Anyway, I need you to go to where we first me that cute time traveler..."
Both of the guys blinking a couple times at the girl calling someone 'cute' after the little show she'd just put on just to mess with them, no one noticed that Eighteen was blushing too, the blonde leaning back against the tree so that her hair would cover her cheeks some more, 'For whatever the reason future Bulma didn't want her present self to know who Trunks was...' She thought to herself, her gaze centered on the grass below her feet, staring down at it as if it were the most interesting thing around at this point, '...I don't know why, but I guess I'll leave it alone for now...if I'm lucky though she won't call him 'cute' like that again...' Turning her eyes up to watch Bulma give out the rest of her instructions, the look on Krillin's face said it all.
"...That's right, big guy! To use what Yamcha is getting properly I might need a few things that don't currently exist on Earth..." Twitching her pointer finger left then right a few times, she smiled, the woman obviously very proud of what she had thought up, "...Thankfully there should still be plenty of tech lying around from when Freeza's ship got blown up!..." Everyone's faces lighting up, it was hard to believe no one had thought of that before now! The future warrior, after dispatching both Mecha Freeza and his father, King Cold, then turned his energy on their ship, destroying it in a fiery explosion, but even still there had to be plenty of valuable debris scattered across the surrounding area, "...Just bring me everything you can find, okay? Anything that was on that ship is worth a fortune!..."
Listening to every word she said, Krillin nodded, the blush from watching her climb over the former bandit still glowing on his face, "...A...and what if I say no?… Are...are you going too...AGH!" The poor guy quickly rubbing his hands all over the top of his head, a small red bump started to form right where the bluenette had bopped him, his blush disappearing as he looked up at her with a groan, "...Uhhh...or...nevermind...uurrrr..." Sighing sadly as the woman gave him a thumbs up, Krillin was only just standing back up again, when suddenly Goku yelled!
"EVERYONE, GET DOWN!..." The full blooded saiyan calling out to all his friends around him, it was only then the rest of them sensed that energy hurtling towards them at full speed! Turning their heads up just at the last second, they spotted a huge round, white meteor heading straight for them! The Z Fighters each dashing for cover, Yamcha doing his due diligence to rescue his ex who at this point he was questioning his attraction to more and more, they had only just gotten out of the way when it landed! The object crashing down a hundred yards from the tree Gohan and Eighteen were standing next to, the young man had been about to run too, but had stayed when he saw how defiantly the blonde stood there, arms on her hips as the dust cloud swept over them.
Roars from the thing, whatever it was, crashing down in the middle of the plain like back yard surging around them as the ground shook from the impact, the Z Warriors looked up from where they had ducked down across the area for cover. The tall black and white dome adorned with the words 'Capsule Corp.' setting down in front of them, the front door slowly opened, the stretch of metal lowering to create a ramp from which a figure inside appeared. The silhouette of this unknown power stepping into the sunlight, Tien and Yamcha glared in anger just as much as Goku smirked with eagerness at the sight of him. The winds still blowing Eighteen's short blonde hair around her beautiful stoic face, she remained motionless as the figure turned to her, a wide grin spreading across his lips, he smiled, "So...the Earthlings already brought a congratulatory present for my achievement...how smart of them..."
That smug look that always managed to hang onto the saiyan prince's face no matter the situation he was in still glowing with pride, Vegeta smirked at the buxom blonde standing before him, the one golden eyebrow the girl had arched at him eliciting a further chuckle out of the man, "...Heh...and she is blonde too...How fitting..." Spreading his lips to reveal a menacing grin, what better a way to celebrate his having achieved super saiyan powers than to fuck a girl with bright yellow hair in triumph? Running his dark, evil eyes up and down the 'human' girl's remarkable figure, the man folded his arms over his chest, "...Yes, I can already see a true saiyan child in your fu—"
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
Vegeta's ship suddenly exploding in a glow of bright pink energy before he could even realize what was happening, the saiyan prince felt his eyes growing to the size of flying saucers as he stared at the 'offering' standing there in front of him. A few streams of smoke emanating from Eighteen's open palm as she lowered her arm back down to her side, several scattered pieces of what remained of Vegeta's gravity training ship landed around them, the bulk of his craft a burning hulk mere feet behind him. The blonde slowly tucking a few strands of shimmering golden hair behind one ear, Gohan was left in awe as she took a step forward, the look of shock on Vegeta's face too priceless to ever forget, "...Funny..." a small smirk of her own forming on her light pink lips, Eighteen looked up at him, her icy blue eyes focusing right on the lone uppity man, "...Because all I can see in your future...is an ass kicking."
A/N: The next fight is already gearing up, but is Vegeta here as truly a foe or just a man out to defend his honor against a woman who dared refuse him? Hard to tell really, but with two strong personalities like the saiyan prince and the time traveling android who knows what could happen? Thank you all for continuing to read, it always does my heart good to see people enjoying what I write. It's unfortunate that some are having a hard time getting passed the first couple chapters due to the ecchiness of them, but after triple checking there is nothing else I can do to alleviate the problem.
Chapter 1 doesn't have that much, though what is there is important in both establishing how this Eighteen looks as well as part of her personality and the interest of the future boys in her. Chapter 2 I basically gutted since I agreed it was almost all ecchi filler, but now that it is fixed there is not much else that I can do to even things out aside from just removing them entirely which I think is what some people want. Don't worry though I am NOT changing my style of writing or things that I write for others. I was simply rechecking those first two chapters to make sure I hadn't gone overboard, and I hadn't. How the first two chapters are currently is how they will stay since I think the amount of ecchi in each is more than justified for the reasons I explained above. If anyone still has issues with them I advise they keep on reading into the story.
As for updates I am still having a great deal of trouble writing, just getting edits done has been a real pain lately, but I still have a sizable stockpile so it will be a few months yet before that runs out even if I don't write for that entire time. Chapters for both my running stories as well as commissions will go up as usual unless I decide to post on off days just for the fun of it. I would ask what people would like to see me write again, but at this point until I finally write one of those it would be a bait and switch to ask again. So until that point that I get going on the things I've promised in the past I won't be asking about other fics or mini fics to write up. Which leads me to the matter of the last poll, I asked about the hotness of the Dragon Ball girls and man was I surprised. I thought that by having two Bulma's on it I would split the Bulma vote since she was number one for the series, but no, combined she had the same number votes as there were voters. So first and second place was End DB Bulma and Early DB Bulma respectively, a shutout with only the curvy End DB Chi-Chi managing to clear third. I'll remember that people...I really need to write a BulmaxChi-Chi end the end of Dragon Ball…
Lastly onto the final matter to discuss, the current poll, it's been hard figuring out things to poll on lately, but I think I found a half decent one for this week. It's been a while since I wrote or commissioned art, as some of you know from my deviant art, of one of my favorite DBZ Gals, so I figure it's time to give her a little love again. Maron's well-known as basically a fan serviced up version of Bulma from the original Dragon Ball, but at the same time she's at least nice to look at for her detractors. That being said, the scene where she dashes through the water towards a VERY happy Krillin is one few fans will ever forget, thus what the question is should be answered by that view. Maron is curvy, but extra thicc in all its meaning in all the right places, her meaty hips and thighs only matched by her sizable knockers, but how does that stack up compared to the other ladies to the fans? Bulma, Eighteen, Chi-Chi, all of them have pretty nice behinds in their own ways, not that any of them would appreciate someone telling them that.
So, the question in my current poll is, 'Which Dragon Ball Z Girl Has the Best Booty?' there is only one vote per person this time so you better vote wisely. Whose is more popular with the fan base, or at least people who read this stuff I put out. Is Maron's thicc jiggly booty the one everyone craves, or perhaps the all round bottom of Bulma? Or are the firmer bongo drums of Eighteen and Videl the best? Then of course who could forget Chi-Chi and her full cheeks, the vote is yours to make and I can't wait to see how it goes. Choose wisely and please, if you enjoyed what you just read in the chapter let me know in a review, it does so much for my spirit! My door is always open to chatting as well so until then, seeya next time!
