Surprised by a hard kick across his face, Vegeta let out a grunt as his body skidded across the metal flooring of the Briefs gravity chamber. Right as he was to crash head first into the wall, the proud Saiyan flashed a small amount of ki to stabilize, and regained his composure. Looking back at the person who delivered the heavy hit, the Prince smirked, wiping a thin trail of blood from his cheek.
"Nice work, Trunks. If I was the soft-type that Kakarot was, I dare say I am quite impressed." Trunks powered down himself from his Super Saiyan form, and smiled a wide grin from his dad's rare moment of showing that he cares. "Oh, it's nothing really. Just been taking my training more seriously recently that's all... Ha ha!" Trunks laughed, crossing his hands behind his head. Vegeta merely scoffed, hiding his pride that his son is just as sarcastic as he was. "No better timing for that then now. Don't you forget that I signed you up for that Martial Arts tournament that's coming up tomorrow. If you dare to lose against Goten, do not expect any more of these compliments from me. Or, for that matter, dinner on the table." Trunks nervous laughed from the fact that it is equally likely between his father merely bluffing or being dead serious. "Alright, no point sitting around twiddling our thumbs. We're going back to your Mother so she can finish the rest of your training. Whatever her method looks to work quite well with you."
As the two entered their household, they noticed wandering about, looking concerned and very anxious. "Oh Vegeta and Trunks, it's you two." The elderly man approached them, rubbing his hands as he did. "What's the matter, father?" Vegeta said, having a mild interest as for what the old guy was stressed over. Vegeta glanced around, finding the place seemingly empty. "Where's the woman?"
"Great you should ask. I was just going to ask you. Bulma hasn't been home the entire day. I assumed it was over some last minute business meeting or something, but I asked her assistants and they all said they were either not informed of her whereabouts, or were told to not look for her. I have no clue what my little girl is up to, and was hoping one of you two can use your space-monkey powers to find out where she went." Vegeta scoffed. "Well, sounds like something my wife would do. Especially recently, with how bizarre and cuckoo she has been acting around the house lately. Don't know what's gotten into that woman." nodded, and sighed. "I've noticed that too... She seems so... Bitter a-and hateful."
Trunks looked back and forth between his father and grandfather, acting clueless and innocent as can be. Deep down, he knew he was the cause of his Mother's seething anger, as well as being most likely the culprit for her disappearance. "I-I can like for my Mom. I should be able to calm her down, right? Besides, she owes me one more day of training." Trunks said, trying his best to hold back his smirk. thought for a moment, and nodded. Vegeta simply huffed, and went to recline on the couch and watch some television. As Trunks went off to collect his woman, he felt a heavy hand lie itself on his shoulder. Turning his head to the side, he saw his concerned grandpa looking at him. "Listen Trunks, before you go... There's something you should know. I don't know what has gotten into my sweetheart, but I recently found her, erm, putting some bad stuff in your food. I scolded her for trying such a thing, but she just yelled at me and told me to fuck off. Be careful confronting your Mother."
15 minutes later...
"Alright, this should do it." Bulma said, swiftly pulling herself off the chair. She pushed aside the magnifying glass placed in front of her, and looked down at the table she had been working on. With a couple sweeps of her hand, she brushed off the documents that she used for her latest development. Secluding herself in 's old labratory, she was in the last place that people would look to find her. She needed not to be found, as what she had been working on was (to her) of the upmost importance. What she had left on the metallic desk, was the cure to the problem plaguing her the past week. "Ain't it beautiful," Bulma said to herself, lifting up a small pill branded with her signature Capsule Corp. company logo. "After 3 sleepless nights, and 1 WHOLE DAY locking myself in this mess of a cave, I, Bulma Briefs, have found the cure to that half-saiyan menace. With a single blast of the capsule, it will force obedience onto ANY who dares to mess with the user, regardless of their power level! Woohooo!" Bulma roared, causing an echo within the cave. She was so happy she managed a way to subdue her degenerate of a son without resorting to filicide to save her purity. Sure, she was resorting to essentially enslaving her child to her whim, but that would only be a small price to pay for salvation. Plus, once she has time to produce another, she could help poor ol' Chi-Chi with her miserable circumstance as well. Both human Mommies of half-saiyan monsters would be freed of their troubles. All she needed now was to return home and pop it on her little boys face. It was that easy. "Welp, off to go and make this damn family dynamic back to normal!"
"But Mom, what if I don't want that?"
Bulma had time only to widen her eyes to the voice of her son, before a fast figure swooped into the room and knocked her down onto Gero's table. Her body fell with a thud, causing her to lose grasp of the obedience capsule. "O-Ow! T-Trunks how did y-!" Before she could finish her sentence, she felt an arm hook itself around her neck, and the body of her adolescent child sitting on her back. "I need to beat Goten, and you're going to make that happen!" With his right hand, Trunks did a quick slap across Bulma's voluptuous ass, causing it to shockwave and reverberate throughout her gorgeous frame. "Tr-Tr-Trunks... St-St-Gahhhh!" Bulma went quickly from struggling to breath to immense pain from having her blue hair pulled back. "Call me Daddy!" Trunks said in the most authoritative way that an eleven year-old could possibly do such. "Ah, f-fuck! No I would nev- FUCK!" Trunks pounded hard on Bulma's backside, causing the table to jump a bit and her large breasts to pop itself a bit out of her bright-red dress. "Do it!" Trunks continually beat the thick meat of his Mother's ass with his palm, clearly furious at his creator for her actions. "Ah! Ah! Ah! I won't! Ah! Trunks please! Ah" Bulma kept bouncing from the pressure placed on her by her child. Trickles of tears began to produce from the searing pain; Trunks may have been young, but he was still Saiyan, and was no stranger to hurting his Mother. Trunks pulled his Mother's hair to its limit, forcing her to back to arch until her face met his. "Say it Mom!" Bulma's lips quivered, and her eyes were glossed over with the fear from the intense, burning lust of her Saiyan son's eyes cutting her like daggers. His beating of her rump was still ever continuing, and she could feel the sting starting to linger as whips lashing skin do. "I-I-I can't son, I won't!" She weakly murmured, stared down by her Son. "Call... Me... Daddy..."
"D-D-Daddy... Pl-Please st-stop..." Bulma sniffled, her eyes wetting from her defeatist reply. Trunks smiled, and planted a kiss upon his Mother's forehead. "Good mommy." He let go of his Mother's locks, and hopped off the table. Without Trunks keeping her torso up, her body slammed hard onto the cold and hard surface of the desk. She groaned and writhed from the painful collapsing of her chest. She was struggling to get up; her cheeks were sore and felt like it had been doused in lava, and her arms were too weak to lift her up high. Bulma fell with a thud back onto the desk at one final attempt to lift herself up. "Here, let Daddy help you." Trunks knocked the desk over, causing Bulma to topple onto the floor and roll onto her back. Falling ass first, the impact sent shockwaves across her body and made her yell aloud amidst shrieks. Her arms flailed and legs sprawled out to grab something as if she was an upside down turtle. While that was going on, Trunks tossed the desk out of the cave as if it was merely a frisbee, and began to approach his unaware Mother. An unclasping sound could be heard echoing from the cave walls. "Fuck. YOU. You are a little piece of shit that I should've taken out when I had the chance. Once I'm out of this cave you are through, and so is your fellow degenerate half-breed Gohan! Might as well do away with Goten too seeing as he's gonna turn into another one of you freaks!"
Bulma's nagging mouth made it extremely easy for Trunks to inject his shaft straight into her throat. Bulma's mouth puckered from the sudden mass parting her lips, and a tight grip held itself firmly in place from behind her skull. Suddenly, Bulma could feel her son yanking her head with the brute force of an animal. Trunks began to mercilessly facefuck his Mother, ramming her throat onto his elongated cock. Trunks was rested on his Mother's full breast; her bust was a perfect cushion for sitting. Her feet were slamming the floor vigorously, and her arms tried desperately to tear the grip off of her skull. Trunks cooed from his Mother's throat feeling like liquid gold, fitting his whole member snuggly. And, by snuggly, he means reaching its breaking point. Bulma gurgled as her saliva started to produce, and the mascara she put the day before she went to finish her experiment was smearing everywhere from the tears.
After what felt like an eternity, Trunks pulled his length out of his Mother's mouth. Bulma started to gasp, spitting heaps of a saliva and precum mixture as she collected her breath. She coughed, having been choked of oxygen. Huffing and puffing, she was fully aware that the 'fun' wasn't over. Trunks moved his cock back towards his Mother, to which she shut her mouth closed tight. He smirked, enjoying his Mom's will to still disobey him despite the constant times before he has proven she cannot stop him. He dragged her head close to his cock, and smudged her face with it. She shut her eyes as the disgusting rod rubbed itself along her smooth complexion. She could feel it leaking trails of cum along her face, causing her face to feel slimy and causing incredible irritants. "Suck Daddy off." Trunks rubbed his cock along Bulma's lips, parting it while being blocked from entering by her teeth. Despite being sullied and having been used previously, she refused to let him have his way this one last time. "Ugh, fine Mom. Be like that." Mildly irritated, Trunks took one hand off of his Mother's hair, and placed it on his penis to stroke it.
After a bit, he grunted, and shot multiple bursts of his incestuous cum that trickled along Bulma's skin. She recoiled, shutting her eyes as her face became caked in baby batter. Her lips were blanketed in cum; luckily she kept it closed or she would have the salty fluid resting on her tongue. Trunks got off his Mother's chest and walked a bit to the side to catch a breather. She was humiliated, but sighed a sigh of relief. Nothing that a wiping of her face couldn't solve. Bulma took it as a small victory, as it would be extremely likely that Vegeta will find her and she would be able to trap her son's mind using her latest capsule technology. It was only a matter of time before she wins. Besides, better the face than her belly. Even moreso better than her womb, which luckily Trunks has seemed to not go for this time around. He's one and down, and that would be that.
"Don't act so relieve Mom." Trunks powered up, glowing a faint yellow aura and having his hair spike up whilst also turning golden. "This isn't like our usual sparing matches. This time, it's personal." Bulma's mouth dropped, seeing what should be a flaccid cock being at its maximum girth, despite just discharging seconds ago. In a flash, Trunks reappeared in front of Bulma, and before she could even respond, had her red dress burnt into cinders with a targeted ki blast.
"I'm not going to hold back this time, Mom. It all cums down to this."
