Trunks and Vegeta have been training nonstop for an entire hour in their Super Saiyan forms within 150x Earth's gravity. Depleted of ki and physically exhausted, the two depower themselves and head in for dinner.
"You know boy," Vegeta says as the two walk towards the Capsule Corp. building "I'm proud of you." Trunks gasped, turning over to his father on his side with a glow of joy on his face. "You're strong, far stronger than I was at your age. A Saiyan father can't be prouder than from anything like that." Vegeta paused, causing Trunks to stop as the two were about to enter the door. "However, as a proud Saiyan I must tell you that you have to stop with those silly thoughts of your's." Trunks leaned back from his dad, oxygen draining from his head turning it blue. How... how did he know? Trunks thinks to himself. "As a warrior race, those... those silly ideas are disgusting, and I forbid you from thinking them up during the tournament. They will only blind you." Trunks knew how blinding the thoughts he presumed his father was talking about. Mom was all Trunks could think about while training. One moment he just saw her as his family, and the next moment this 40 year old sex goddess. Her voluptuous round ass, those heavenly tits that jut out a bit from the actual clothing she wore. Those azure eyes that he himself had. And those legs, those legs that he could just gaze at. The thought of her beauty powered his Saiyan form that hour of working out, fueling his anger at never being able to be with her. Before it all, he wanted to be like his father in almost every way. Strong, prideful, badass, the "Vegeta" as it was called by the Z-fighters. After seeing his mother in this new light however, he had the desire to emulate his father completely. Including the parts of having Bulma as his. But they were just thoughts, they wouldn't ever mean or become of anything...right?
"I'm s-s-sorry father..." Trunks said, lowering his head to not face the man who bedded his mom to make him. Vegeta makes a loud huff noise, before opening the capsule door with a card key. The two begin walking in and work towards the second floor that resides their home. "I can't be too mad at it. It's those silly human parts of you that makes those weak ideas come about." Humans are... supposed to think about their hot moms like that?! "Goten is but a rival Trunks. Seeing him as your friend will just weaken you from dealing with him properly during your fated match in the Martial Arts Tournament." Trunks just stares blankly for a moment, then sighs a sigh of relief as the two make it to the Brief's apartment. Oh kami, that was close. Entering the room, the two spot Bulma in the dining room waving at them, with bowls upon bowls of ramen for them to go through. The Saiyans look at the pile and make a loud "OOOOHHH" noise, before zipping over. Bulma waves two pairs of chopsticks over them, mesmerizing the hungry warriors. "Aren't you two going to say please?" "Please mo-DANG IT WOMAN LET ME EAT!" The two reply to their mother/wife, and she tosses the ceramic utensils before laughing at their very different responses. The two slurp down mountains of food in seconds, gorging themselves on this amazing food. "Erhmph *slurp* mom where did you *slurp* buy these from?" "There's a local noodle house within the city, just ordered as much food as the rest of the corporation would require. Thought that amount would be more than enough for the two of you. "I *slurp* love you Bulma *slurp*!" The two say in unison.
"Aaaaaahhh" Trunks and Vegeta say before reclining on their chairs. In front of them are dozens of bowls of pork, chicken, beef, mushroom, you name it, noodles. The two sigh, rubbing their bellies. "Welp, I'm finished for the day." Vegeta said with a yawn, getting up from his seat. "See you all in the morning. And Trunks, remember what I told you." Vegeta walked over towards his quarters, pressed a button to slide open the door, and walked in. Trunks was still recovering from his food comma, sitting incredibly dazed upon his chair. He looked over to his mother, who was sitting looking uneasy. He heard her sigh, and saw her look towards him. "Trunks, let's go for a walk."
It was pitch-black now outside. The only light came from the city, and the occasional street lamp. Trunks walked alongside his mom, holding her left hand with his right. After a couple minutes of walking, the two reach the children's park that earlier today Vegeta brought Trunks. It was empty, yet very lit up from the lights upon the floor. "Let's take a seat on one of those benches." The two sat down on the cleanest bench they could find. "Why are we hear mom? Is... is something wrong?" Trunks looked startled, staring into his mother's azure eyes, which also showed some concern. "Well, yes. We need to talk Trunks." Bulma took a deep breath, closing her eyes to collect her thoughts, before speaking again. "Earlier today when you had that fever, I felt something was wrong. Especially..." She took another moment. "Especially when you zoned out. I was so scared, one moment we were talking and the next you just lost what I thought was consciousness. I was shaking you and calling out for you to see if you were alright." Trunks thought back to it, and replied. "Yeah, I know mom I heard you." Bulma looked at her boy, and winced. "And, I heard you." Trunks was confused at first, but he held back a gasp when he realized what she meant. "I also noticed... that while you were moaning mommy... you were getting kind of excited I dare say." Bulma couldn't believe what she was saying all happened, but she had to finish the discussion. "I also noticed that before you snapped out and covered your pants... you sort of let your excitement out." Trunks had his color drain from his face. "I-it's not what it looks like mom! I-I-I!" Bulma pointed her hand out to silence her son, as to continue. "It is exactly what it looks like. And that is not okay young man. It's really not okay Trunks. I don't want you going down the path of Gohan. He had so much potential, and now all he does is slack in school and plows his mother like she's a corn field." Trunks wasn't sure what to say, and began spouting whatever came up in his head. "Mom I'm sorry I couldn't help it! You're just so pretty and...and smart! You're just so hot with your hair, your eyes, your lips, your body... and I don't know what I'm saying anymore." Bulma made a weirded out face at her son. "Yeah, neither do I." Bulma got up from the bench, and motioned Trunks to get up. Trunks hopped off the bench, and began to follow his mother. "We're going home. I'm telling your father exactly what you have been doing." "B-b-but!" "No buts! Come on Trunks." Bulma reached out her left arm behind her, telling Trunks to walk along. Trunks began to panic. Dad can't know this! He'll kill me! What do I do! What do I do! He looked at his mother who was near the exit of the park. Trunks now noticed what she was wearing, with Bulma now directly under light. She had on her crimson red dress along with a yellow scarf. Her hips swayed like before, except this time it seemed ever more enticing in this dire moment.
Well, it's all or nothing now.
Trunks walked over to his mother who now lost her patience with him and reached towards her hand. In a flash, he changed course to her waist, causing Bulma to gasp as Trunks powered up and flew them back to the park. "T-Trunks what are you doing?!" Trunks flew them over near a brightly lit hill close the park. "Come on Trunks put me down!" When his mother said that, he dropped her off. "Whaaaaa!" Bulma said falling 15 feet down, tumbling onto a grassy hillside. Trunks slowly descended close to his mother. "Ouch my head. Trunks! What is the meaning of this!" Trunks looked around, seeing no one was there. He then looked over to mommy, who was under a lamplight atop the tiny hill. She was feeling the back of her head, still reclined on the hillside. "I'm going to become dad, mommy. Right here, right now." Bulma continued feeling her head, not paying attention to her head. "What, what do you mean by becoming da-WHA! TRUNKS!" Bulma suddenly felt her shoulder have pressure on it, and she felt her dress quickly come off from them. Her son was now atop of her. "Hold on Trunks what do you think you're-Wait no!" As she was saying that her yellow scarf went from being wrapped around her neck to around her wrists, with her arms now over her head stretched out. Bulma just now caught wind of the situation. Her and her horny son were now in a secluded location, with her wrists bound and her nearly unclothed. She looked down and screamed when she realized all she had left on were her D-cup bra and lingerie, with her bra being unclasped in front of her eyes by her baby. "No, stop Trunks! Trunks!" Her son was out of it now though, his hormones kicked him into sexual hunger. Those globes needed to be freed, he needed to see them again. With a simple motion, the clothing came loose, exposing her perky tits. Trunks was mesmerized. It has been 7 years since he had been allowed the sight of them, which to a hybrid like him felt nearly like 15. Trunks dropped the bra to the sides so he had his hands free. Then, licked his lips as he went down on the left one, causing his mother to moan in surprise. "Wh-what stop! Th-that's disgusting! Leave i-it alone baby!" Trunks paid no heed, and continued to suckle on the breast. The way it felt around his mouth was so enticing, he sucked harder and harder. Bulma squirmed at the touch of her son, wriggling to try and get her hands free. Bulma winced, shutting her eyes to not see what was occurring. Trunks used his hands to free Bulma of her underwear, slowly letting it fall down to her knees. "Wait *ah* what do you think you're doing..." Trunks knew what he was thinking, to a T. The boy released his suction from his mother's breast with a pop, and continued his plan. He began to take off his training gi, and then worked on getting off his briefs. His clothing were pushed to the side with the bra, exposing his erection. Bulma felt the dick poke her waist, and she began to stutter. "N-n-n-n-n-n-no nononononono...no no NO!" Trunks as his mother was telling him to not do it, lowered his body down as to be able to do her. He felt his member rubbing against some kind of entrance, that he knew was the jackpot. He looked up towards his mom who had craned her neck out. The two locked eyes for a moment. The two azure eyed people of the group, with their eyes sparkling from the lamplight. Bulma's cherry red lips glimmered, moving slowly in the shape of 'no', mouthing it repeatedly. Bulma's clasped legs were slowly being opened up by her baby, with her resistance being nothing compared to his power. She felt her legs being spread very apart, and the dick very much hovering over her pussy. Neither spoke, and as Trunks sneered at his mommy, his mommy looked back while shaking her head.
"I love you mom."
Trunks made first impact within his mother, causing her to tilt her head back from the force. "Aaaaahhh!" Bulma said aloud, feeling the girth hit her. Trunks didn't know it, but his size was the same as his age, which sent shockwaves throughout his mother. Everything changed in a day, and I love it! Trunks thought to himself, as he began to pump into his mom. He bucked his hips back and forth just like in his dream state. Bulma felt her sweetheart moving her up and down on the grass, her back shuffling on the rough terrain. She squirmed, making rustling sounds and frantically was attempting to get out of her bondage. Trunks had his hands on his mother's thighs, feeling the smoothness of them and the softness of her skin. He rammed in and out while feeling around her juicy thighs, even as far as to rub part of her ass. Trunks watched as whenever he jammed his dick in and out of his mother that her boobs would jiggle like her body. "St-stop stop st-stop." Bulma said between moans. Trunks fit in her like a glove, wrapping her insides with his girth. "Oh mom. Oh mommy mmm." Trunks continued ravaging the pussy he came out of, feeling it squeeze around him. "Oh baby please *ahhh* don't *ahhh* do this it's wr-*ahhh*!" The rustling of the leaves grew louder as the young Saiyan hybrid sped up his pace. Trunks felt the area he was indulging in growing wet, and he heard his mother moaning loudly. Oh god why did I do that!? Bulma was in shock; she came around her baby! The two were losing it now, being fogged by the sensation of their pleasures. The wet feeling around Trunks' dick caused him to get even more excited, and he felt himself heat up down there. Trunks closed his eyes. "M-mom..." Bulma was fading away, feeling her son dominating her draining her nearly to completion. "Y-yeah sweetie..." Trunks huffed, and was sweating a lot. Trunks was losing his breath. "Remember when I zoned out? Yeah, I was dreaming of something like this," Trunks said, attempting a laugh that came out as a huff "And in the end of it as I regained consciousness I remembered feeling warm down there."
Bulma opened her eyes, looking at her son who was dripping sweat, panic filling her eyes. "Trunks...Trunks! Trunks!" Trunks giggled. "Yeah, you were saying that actually, and I was saying you're name too, and I was just about..." "Trunks! TRUNKS! NO! DON'T CUM IN MOMMY!" Trunks began to glow bright yellow, causing the floor to begin to rumble. Trunks' hair went up and became golden. Rocks were shaking as Trunks became Super Saiyan. "And it CAME TO THIS!" Trunks roared, as his energy blew the grass wildly, and he readied his release of energy into his mother. "TRUNKS NO PLEASE GET OFF!" Bulma squirmed as her boy pinned her down by holding her by her cheeks, before going in for a kiss. Mmmerphmm! Bulma was surprised by the kiss, making muffled attempts at speech. She tried to resist, but couldn't resist the urge and gave in to the kiss. Bulma wrapped her arms around her son's neck, holding him tightly on her. The two began to kiss deeply, tongues swirling as the ki blasts went of. Bulma squirmed as Trunks shot thick loads of semen into her, searing hot liquid spilled into her wet birth canal. She felt herself firing back, causing her to moan around Trunks' lips. Her orgasm triggered her legs to tuck in, crossing around Trunks. He continued pumping seed within his mom, feeling his way around the labyrinth while also exploring his mother's mouth. His father's throne was now also his, and he could feel the Saiyan pride within him. Why am I doing this... Damn it... Bulma sulked in the fact she desecrated her integrity, tearing up a bit as the two kissed passionately.
The flood ended a while after...
And Trunks slowly stopped thrusting into his mother's womb. His yellow aura slowly dissipated, and his hair went back to a bluish-purple. Bulma broke off the kiss, as well as letting her legs fall down to the turf. Trunks fell off her and was panting heavily. Both of them laid upon the grass sweating bullets. Bulma opened her eyes, staring into the night sky lit up by the moon and the lamp atop of her. She placed her right hand over her chest, which was covered in saliva and perspiration. I never wanted this... Vegeta forgive me. Giving out one last huff, the sweaty, hot mother knocked out cold. Between her legs she was covered in a creamy substance. Trunks was also drained, but he felt something. He felt his energy surge, like a zenkai boost he had heard of from his father. The power coursed through him, and he looked over to his naked, sleeping MILF. He side figure was astounding... those rosy nipples paired with her tits, her ass jutting off the ground, her thighs glowing from the sweat. He helped his mother put back her clothing, and began to assemble his outfit as well. Was this the special training dad was talking about? Trunks thought, before bending down to pick up his mother. The two soared off back to Capsule Corp, with Trunks carrying his mom off. He looked down at his mother, her soft snores and delicateness shimmering in the moonlight. He kissed his mother's lips intensely, parting with a string of saliva. Because if it isn't, I'm sorry father, but I'm going to have to do this more often!
