Seven years now have passed since the Cell Games had occurred, with Goku passing away to save Earth from Cell's self-destruction technique. A fair bit has changed since then. Earth has gone through a long period of peace from dangerous foes. Krillin had married his crush Android 18, so far as to have a child with her. Same said for Gohan, whom now takes care of his "brother" alongside his mother he loves, Chi-Chi. And Trunks, now at the Human Age of 8, is out to become the greatest hybrid Saiyan like his idol and best friend's brother: Gohan. A lot like him... actually...

"When has it that the legendary transformation of the Saiyan Race... was reduced to a child's plaything?" Vegeta utters, staring in shock at his son goofing around in 150x Earth's gravity with the distinct yellow glow. Hahahahaa Trunks giggles continuously, hopping around and doing back flips. Getting out of shock, Vegeta smirks at his son, and cautions him over. Trunks looks over at his exhausted father and stops running around with a skid. "Can the youngest child of Kakarot also become a Super Saiyan?" Questions Vegeta to Trunks. The boy just nods his head, with a weird look on his face. Vegeta, now annoyed that essentially anybody can now apparently become legendary, tells Trunks to hit him, to which gets a odd reaction from his son. "Uhhh, why would I do that dad? You know I'm not strong enough." Vegeta smirks, and offers a deal. "If you can land a punch on my face, then I'll take you to the park for an hour."

"Wow! You mean it? Okay!" Trunks readies to hit his dad, with Vegeta getting on guard.

5 seconds later...

"Well, I didn't say I wouldn't hit you. Now did I, Trunks?" Trunks lies on the floor with tears in his eyes, rubbing the bruise on his forehead. "N-no, but..." Trunks sniffles, being just a child. "Dry your tears! We're going to the park now." Trunks is excited from hearing that, and ignores his dad just hit him. "Before that, however, tell me son. Who is stronger... you or Kakarot's boy?" Trunks just laughs at his father. "I am of course, but only by a little bit." Vegeta frowns, and thinks to himself. Only a little bit? I'm going to have to do something about that now. "You're going to need some special training boy. You hear me!"

"Hahaha Mom I'm home!" Trunks giggles, running into Bulma's room of the Capsule Corporation. Bulma, in the middle of a business call, tells the client to call back later so she may be able to embrace her son who was charging at her. "Oh Trunks baby come here!" Bulma picks her son up and spins him around, making him laugh. Vegeta, who was just entered the room a bit ago, just sneers. Bulma notices her husband just standing around, and smiles before putting down her son. "Hey honey, where have you been?" Vegeta looks away, not answering his wife. Trunks laughs, and says, "Dad took me out to the park for a whole hour! And look what he bought me mommy!" Trunks reveals from his right hand a 4-scoop ice cream cone, and Bulma giggles. "Awww Vegetaaa how sweet of you! Who's a good dad? You are! You are!" Vegeta growls at Bulma, looking back at her. "Silence woman! I just did that because of a deal I made with the boy. Now, I'm off to use one of the gravity chambers to get stronger. I expect Trunks to be doing that some time soon as well, with him joining that silly tournament of his with Goten." Bulma gasps, and looks over to her son who was to her left. "Oh baby you're going to be in the 25th World Martial Arts Tournament?" Bulma says in a worried, high pitched voice. Trunks smiles and nods. "Well... KICK EVERYONE'S BUTT ALRIGHT?!" Bulma shouts, causing Trunks to lean back in fright. "Oh please Bulma. The only challenge he'll have his Kakarot's boy. Everyone else is free to him. I'm off now." The two in the room wave him away, as Vegeta shuts the door behind.

Bulma and Trunks now sat on the large sofa in the room's lounge area, with Bulma sipping on a tea and Trunks licking the large ice cream. There was a period of silence, before Bulma places her cup upon the coaster on the table. "How was the park sweetie?" She asked her son. Trunks continued on licking the cone as he replied. "It was really really fun! I went on the slides and dad pushed me on the swings really hard! Sucks that I wasn't allowed to fly, but oh well." Bulma smiles at Trunks, and thinks of what to ask next. "What was the bargain anyways Trunks?" Trunks continued licking the cone, not looking at his mother. "Well, the deal was that if I hit him in the face while training, he would take me out!" Bulma was surprised, seeing as it seems almost impossible that her little kid could even touch Vegeta, who had to have been in Super Saiyan form. "That's... that's incredible Trunks you really getting stro-" Then, Bulma noticed her son's forehead, which was no longer covered by the ice cream with 2 scoops already gone. "Oh my goodness! Trunks, did daddy hit you?" Trunks thinks for a moment to remember the scene, and nods as he continues licking the treat.

"Trunks let me take that ice cream for a moment dear and let me see that." Bulma waddled on the sofa over to her baby, and took the dessert away to look at his face. Trunks was startled, now face to face with his mom who was inspecting his bruise. He noticed how youthful her skin was, and how cherry-red her lips were. Her eyes were like his but more full and vibrant, and she eye lashes sparkled as she examined the red area on his head. "Dear gosh baby, does it hurt?" Bulma placed her free hand on his forehead, which Trunks felt the warmth of the touch. Trunks began to blush, unsure of how to feel. "Uhhhh... a little I guess." Bulma continued staring at the red mark. "You're a strong boy you know that? That hit is no joke from your father. Here, let me kiss it to make it feel better." Bulma began to lift her body up from on the sofa to place her head over her son's, doing a sort of trunklift motion and placing her hands on Trunks' head. Trunks made a slight eek noise as his mother's chest replaced her face, blocking his view with her tight, sleeveless green dress. The outline of his mother's breast made Trunks flare up. The boy turned even brighter red when he felt the peck upon his bruised spot. What is this I am feeling? Trunks thinks to himself.

"Oh baby,you have a fever!" As Bulma lowered herself, her tits graze on Trunks' face, causing him to shutter. "Stay right here baby, I'm going to go to the medical room and get you capsule that'll clear your fever ASAP." Bulma said as she got off the sofa, and went out the door. Trunks just stood upright frozen, watching his mom go towards the door. He watched in agony as his mommy's hips swayed back and forth, making him go eek again as silently as he could. When the door shut behind Bulma, Trunks fell onto the cushioning a wreck.

"Wh-what is this I'm f-f-feeling?"

Trunks shuffled in the cabinets under the table aside the sofa for the Capsule Corp. tablet. Finding it, he pulled it out from the drawer and tapped a button that extended the device outwards, showing a holographic screen. The screen lit up multiple sections of studies under the Capsule Corporation. He browsed through the biology portion of the studies, and sifted through the wheel of species till he found Homo Sapiens. Clicking on it, he read biologically events, with the biggest one namely being: Puberty. Reading through it, he learned of how humans during their coming-of-age years begin to grow certain hormonal effects, which didn't make much sense to him as he was just 8, but Trunks managed to get the gist of it. Then, he browsed through an unofficial analysis on a species called Homo Saiyans. It was rather short and with not a lot of information, but the main points he could find were Saiyan children matured exponentially faster than Human children, and that he is 16 in terms of maturity factoring Saiyan growth. It was all fine and dandy, but he could not understand the correlations... until he noticed a hidden tab. It was a tiny black box under the entire section, and what he found was startling.

The title was: CAUTION-RESTRICTED VIEWING

... and Chi-Chi? Trunks was incredibly confused at what he was reading, all the taboos within this sub-analysis. Finished, he placed the tablet back into place, and shut the cabinet as he reclined back on the sofa. "G-Gohan... did... it... with his mom?" Trunks mutters. When he said that, Trunks felt a tingling sensation under his waist, which confused him. Trunks looked down to see his little thing was, not so little at the moment. He never had this happen before, as far as he recalled. He thought back to the part about puberty, and how the hormones shifted within him. He then thought of Gohan and Chi-Chi, with the two locked in primal carnage upon one another's bodies. He imagined Gohan using his rod on his own mom, and her screaming for more. "I wonder if I should tell mommy about this." Again, he felt the tingling down there, and he wasn't sure what to do. Looking around, he slowly began to curl up as to touch what was being bothered by the thought of mom. His hand was over the now upright body part, and he was ready to grab it... when the doorknob began to turn.

"Alright baby I'm home!" Bulma shouted into her apartment, walking over to the sofa. She saw her son upright with his arms over his lap. "Sorry it took so long, I kept getting stopped by employees asking for my help." Bulma sat back down next to her son, and took out a metal capsule. Clicking the top, a tiny pill popped out of the device. She handed over the tiny pill to her baby, and watched as he slowly put it in his mouth, before gulping it down. "Here's your ice cream sweetheart, I made sure to quickly freeze it so it wouldn't have melted." Bulma showed her son the treat, and he slowly reached out. However, he shut his hands firmly, and moved the cone to his mother, immediately placing his hands back onto his lap. "You eat it mom. I'm kind of not hungry from getting sick hahaha." Trunks said with a very fake laugh. Bulma tilted her head, not sure of what was up. "Are you sure baby? I mean that lasts two scoops are your favorite flavo-" "It's alright mom, I'm good." Trunks cut his mom off, with a worried smile. Bulma just shrugged, and began to lap on the creamy treat. Her tongue feeling the cold dessert made her shiver. Trunks watched as his mom suckled on his ice cream cone, and he began to shutter. "Mmmm, I love this flavor too sweetie. Daddy sure knows us very well." Bulma continued to lap on the ice cream, enjoying the taste of it. "I-I picked it m-m-mommy." Trunks said, stuttering. He felt that between his arms the member was getting bigger. "Uhhh...mom." Bulma replied with a mhm noise. "Can you tell me what's up with Gohan and his mommy..." Bulma stopped slurping on her son's ice cream, and looked over to him.

"What do you mean Trunks? There's... nothing between them besides a good mom-son bond." Bulma said rather nervously, taking a sip of the now cold tea on the coaster. "I've heard some stuff, and... I want to know what parts are t-true." Bulma stares blankly at her son, and sighs. "It's not something I would like you to hear, even potentially ever. I don't even know where to start." Bulma clears her throat, and begins to say everything as PG as she could to her baby. "And... keep this a secret okay sweetie? Almost no one knows this besides like me, because Chi-Chi told me this herself," Bulma breathes in, and exhales "Goten, is not actually Goku's boy. She did some... unorthodox things with her baby, and well, got another baby...hehe..." "Would it be wrong... if we did what they did..." Trunks said shyly.

A nervous laugh comes out from Bulma, and she drinks the rest of the tea. "Of course, everything I told you is a really,really big no no and not something Gohan should be proud of. I love those two, but I can't agree with it. I'm not sure what you're getting at hehe...but yes it would be wrong" Trunks was surprised. That part was not in the analysis he read, at least not in a way he understood the information. It never said that moms and sons couldn't do that... He looked over at his mom, who was finishing his cone. He was in deep thought. On one hand, my human me is just a little kid like Goten. On another I should be like Gohan's age when he got his mommy. On another I am not Gohan, and I am a much more proud Saiyan, and I am not going to let my body get control of my conscious. On another my mom's soooo hot... With that thought, he looked over to his mother. Bulma was almost done with Trunk's treat, and she was no longer looking freaked from having to explain how Gohan fucked his mother countless times at around her son's age. Trunks' mother is quite the woman. Just reaching 40 this year, she is far from someone he should find pretty. But, she looks good for someone halfway through life, as well for someone who's been in his entire life thus far. Bulma carries motherly breast like Chi-Chi, except Trunks following the earlier experiences has to say his mother had a better pair.

"Trunks... Trunks..." The boy heard. "M-mom?" Trunks looked under him to see that he wasn't on the sofa anymore, and was instead on his mommy, on his mommy's king bed. He had no pants on, and his mom had no green dress. His hands were on her sides, and he was moving front and back, feeling something around that hot part of his body. "Trunks... Trunks..." Trunks scanned up Bulma's bare chest, up her neck, and onto her face, where she had her eyes closed, and mouth agape. "Trunks..." He heard his mother utter as he was moving on top of her. He looked down and saw that the tingling thing was inside of her, and he knew what that meant. His instinct told him to go. He began pumping, and pumping. The constant sound of his voice grew louder, and he knew he was doing something right. "Mom, oh I love you mom!" He could hear her replying louder, "TRUNKS" He screamed, and bucked his hips until...

"Trunks snap out of it!" Trunks opened his eyes to see his mom shaking him violently, uttering his name. "What was wrong baby? You just fell over and began calling for me." Trunks looked around. He was back in the lounge area, and on the sofa. "I hope the fever isn't getting to you, the medicine should be settling in just a bit okay?" She smothered his faces in kisses, when she heard her phone ring. Backing from her son, she began to pick up the call. "Hold on baby, let me take this. It's your dad." Trunks looked at his mom, and wasn't sure what happened. He felt something was wrong in his pants, but said nothing about it. He just stared at his 40 year old MILF, whose red lips sparkled as she replied to his dad. Trunks heard the phone click off. "Dad wants you to train with him, so why don't you go and get changed while I order food for you guys when you two are done, and do business stuff like I had to do earlier." Bulma got off the sofa once more, and looked at her son who was covering his pants and whose face was flushed pink. She looked at him rather uncomfortably, and got out of the room to do her things. Trunks blinked twice, and snapped out of it to change. Because the trunks he was wearing at the moment were not meant for training, nor were they fit to be worn now that he soiled them with his goo.