A/N: So yeah, I don't think this story will ever be completed. It is unfortunate, since this story – prequel included – is something dear to my heart. I never imagined a Roshi lemon series to become this popular. Chapter 8 has been staring at me for some time now. Almost finished, so much so that it'd be such a shame – especially to all of you who have been following this story – to never finish it. I've cut some corners this chapter to finish it – I wanted to add much more at some point – but I made it a cohesive, enjoyable read for you all.

As I said, I doubt this story will ever get updated again, but I am glad to share this chapter with you all. If someone wants to make this story their own and add their own spin to it, that's fine by me.

For now, catch you later!

Chapter 8: Seven Years of Lechery

With Cell defeated, an era of peace had arrived on Earth. A relatively long one even, all things considered. For seven years, the Earth was safe.

For Master Roshi, the time was spent in revelry. Once a secluded, perverted hermit; he was now swimming in company. Many days were spent in the company of beautiful women, and enjoying the many perks that came with it.

They came in a wide variety: mothers, grandmothers – though you'd never be able to tell – maids, cyborgs, ditzy bimbos; there was a lot to choose from these days. Of course, they all had something in common: men would kill to plunge their dick inside them, and Roshi did so with glee.

Seven years was a long time, but there certainly were a lot of encounters that had stayed with him in that time.

Bulma x Panchy x Blonde Launch

Look at those massive tits jiggling! Bulma thought, licking her lips. Her hands were on her mother's thick thighs, widely spread to accommodate her daughter and her strap-on. Slightly leaning forward, Bulma drove in as hard and fast as she could. The thrust made the smooth material of the strap-on rub against her clit and pussy, sending pleasant vibrations through her.

Panchy hiccupped underneath the heavy drilling. Her daughter's pulverizing hips were leaving her breathless! One hand came up to try and steady the jiggle of her heavy bosom. "No!" Bulma wheezed, forcefully yanking the arm away, keeping both arms pined to the mattress. Her daughter's obsession with her breasts should worry her, but instead she only found it to be an affectionate trait. Panchy chuckled through the grunt emerging from her throat.

She's looking at me! She's looking at my perverted face! My own daughter is watching how lewd a woman I am! Her muscles squeezed eagerly around the fake shaft.

"I can't believe how close we are to the action!" Roshi cheered. His cheeks slightly crimson as the voyeur enjoyed watching daughter and mother go at it. He would've joined them if not for the woman down on her knees in front of him. The blonde head bobbed rapidly, gurgling as she took him deep. When Bulma told them she had seduced her own mother without Roshi's help, the duo had been skeptical. Though they knew about Bulma seductive prowess, they refused to believe the beauty until she showed them. And show, she did. Not even Roshi had ever seen something quite like what he witnessed when Bulma put on her black six-inch strap-on and ploughed into Panchy with a craving desire to make the milf's tits bounce. She was thrusting like a pro, showing off what she'd learned from penetrating Launch all these years.

Launch would've much rather been in the room with Bulma and Panchy, but Roshi promised he'd give her another chance to plough Maron in exchange for her sacrifice. And Dende... She wanted that dumb slut so bad. Two fingers squirmed against her warm insides, her hips rubbing to press them deep. With her thumb, she caressed her clit, voicing raspy moans whilst her tongue coiled over the long rod, sometimes coming back to his tip, playing with the small slit whilst she suckled. Though she wasn't a huge fan of giving head, she was quite skilled at it. Her head bobbed eagerly, her ears perked from the incestuous moans of the women a few feet away. The sounds of women moaning and the strap-on squelching as it delved through Panchy's heat was music to her ears and set her loins burning, egging her on and making her suck with more enthusiasm.

The debauchery continued until Launch and Roshi made their way into the bedroom. Panchy and Launch were placed on the bed, Bulma and Roshi on opposite sides to delve into their respective partner's anus. Placing Launch's knees over her head, Roshi aimed for her ass and delved in whilst Bulma did the same with her mother. The bed buckled violently as the blonde women, lying side by side, were fucked to their heart's content and beyond. Launch was calm and composed, eyes squeezed shut while she enjoyed the assault in her bowels; Panchy, meanwhile, sobbed in contrast, her body trashing and her hands reaching for whatever she could find. Eventually, one hand found Launch, and squeezed hard. Her own daughter was ploughing her ass to bits! She came, and she came hard, squirting over her daughter who showed no mercy, drilling her ass all the while. To Bulma's own shame, her climax came the moment she thought of the future version of her son giving her the same treatment.

It seemed Roshi's vile influence over the Briefs family could not be understated. Incest had fully made its entrance into Bulma's head, and it wasn't going away anytime soon.

Maron

"Master Roshi," Maron whined, shaking her rump. "Put it in already!"

The scent of lubricant filled the room.

Her wide hips and supple ass cheeks were covered in lubricant, as was the thick dick surging through her butt. He hadn't entered her yet, instead opting to fuck her cheeks the way he often did her tits. Her engorged lips glistened with arousal, begging for him to pierce them.

"Heh heh! Not yet, baby!"

Both of his palms shoved her cheeks against his prick on both sides. Roshi's head lolled as his thick shaft surged through the wide buttocks, the edges of his sensitive muscle grinding between Maron's cheeks. If there was any difference with fucking her tits, it'd be the firmness of her ass compared to the suppleness of her hooters. It wasn't necessarily better, but it felt nice in its own way.

For Maron, the feeling of his hard shaft running over her pucker had chills going up her spine. She eagerly humped against him, trying to generate as much pleasure as possible. Her rump pushed up against his thrusts, wanting to experience more of the pleasure of the hard rod grinding against her asshole.

Roshi gulped, feeling his balls tightening. He was about to cum... For a visual being like him, one as curvaceous as Maron was a recipe for quick releases – at least compared to his usual endurance. He needed to act fast.

Before he could accidentally blow his load prematurely, he pulled up and away from Maron's ass. "Can't wait any longer," he gasped out, carefully holding his penis and pointing it downward while his free hand pulled at her buttocks. Her sphincter was stretched enough, though she probably didn't need any more prepping after being heavily doused with body oil.

"Hmmm Roshi~!" She squealed when he hit his mark and thrusted himself into her. Because of the lubricant, he eased in with hardly any stalls.

"Maron!" Roshi moaned loudly, edging deeper and deeper into her ass. Though easy to sink, her rectum was still as tight as they came, clutching him so tight in an attempt to stop the foreign invader. Roshi was the clear victor though, continuing until all nine inches were embedded.

Taking him in so deep anally, Maron winced and grabbed the sheets in her tight fists. Her face pressed down in the mattress, eyes screwed shut and teeth bared.

Maron gasped when she suddenly was hoisted upright, Roshi's right arm enwrapped around her midsection. Her back was arched, her ass slightly jutting out to meet his crotch and keep repeated penetration smooth. Her lubricant-tainted breasts now floundered in front of her, glistening. Her rosy nipples were sore for his attention, and she mused appreciatively when his left hand fondled her breasts attentively, trying to pay even attention to both mounds while caressing her tits. He fondled them greedily without restraint, marveling at their fullness. His hand continued to slip down the oily hill, returning to her nipples each time with haste, pinching tightly for support, but slipping away each time. After all the women he had the pleasure of bedding, Maron's pair of udders were still undisputed in mass, the supple flesh spilling over his palm.

"I love your titties, Maron!" he joyfully exclaimed, kneading them as if they were from dough.

"Master Roshi~!" Maron moaned, enjoying his hard cock in her arse. Though this had once started purely out of a financial standpoint, Maron had grown addicted to the old man's cock. "I want you to keep fucking me. Promise you'll fuck me over and over!"

"I promise, Maron! I'll keep fucking you forever!"

Eighteen

Marron and Krillin were gone for the entire day, leading to the old man demanding more from Eighteen than the usual blowjob in the bedroom.

He was pulsing with arousal, smearing her armpit. It seemed he found this spot very erogenous. A fact that was confirmed once more when he pressed her arm and armpit together to trap his dick between them. He proceeded to thrust as if he was fucking a vagina, cussing out his rapture.

Being the old man's subservient subject wasn't that bad, Eighteen thought. Sometimes his request were a bit much - licking his ass or blowing him right after he peed for example - but most of the time he managed to make her feel good too in exchange. His ability to make her cum was a blessing – Krillin still hadn't managed it – even if it came with the occasional degradation. The old man had a knack for focusing on her cybernetic enhancements, often calling her a sexbot and comparing her to a real woman. As if she wasn't one... Their child should have told him she was as much a woman as any other girl he shoved his dick in.

"Press them a bit tighter," the old man's raspy voice commanded. "I'm almost there."

"Whatever."

Krillin was overjoyed with the news of her pregnancy and he loved his daughter like she was his own. Of course, he thought she was his own, and Eighteen would make sure the old man would never spill the beans by doing his bidding. If that meant brushing her tongue against his ass and calling him daddy from time to time, so be it.

For Roshi, part of the lewdness was the control he had over one of the most formidable fighters on the planet. Eighteen could kill him with a flicker of her fingers, and yet she allowed him to degrade her as much as he wanted. The nickname daddy just came to him one day. He and Eighteen had a child together after all. Was it really so weird to have her affirm that every once in a while?

"Shit!" Shoving himself forward one last time, sliding through her armpit, the pulsing cock erupted. Eighteen's icy stare was focused on the white puddle on the ground that grew with each blast of his piston. It was a lot; probably enough to make another baby if either of them whished it. Though the idea of another baby had crossed her mind, she eventually decided she wouldn't be able to bear the thought of having another baby with this degenerate pervert. If it turned out to be a boy, she feared he'd grow up as insatiable as him.

"Ooh sex bot," he jeered, forcefully bringing her out of her thoughts with his taunts. He was bend over in front of her, spreading his wrinkly butt with his lanky fingers. "Be a dear and pleasure daddy some more will you."

She gritted her teeth in humiliation. "Yes... daddy." Reminding herself of Krillin's and Maron's love for the elderly man, she got down on her knees, latched her hands around his small thighs, dove her head into his stretched hole and got to work.

Miss Piiza

Exhaling once to calm himself down, Roshi's eyes transformed into orbs of yellow. His hands and fingers began to move erratically, moving slower and slower to put the shocked Miss Piiza into a trancelike state. All her panic was replaced by tranquility. "You are so sleepy," he voiced sluggishly. "When you hear me, your eyelids will drop." Piiza grew more and more tired. Hey eyelids were starting to become heavy... "You are a sleepy girl." And with those magic words, she dozed back into slumber. "Phew..." Roshi could finally relax a bit, wiping away the sweat on his brow.

It wasn't supposed to go like that. All he wanted was sneak into Mister Satan's room and give him a strict scolding for stealing young Gohan's glory. But this curvaceous woman had caught him.

"Oh well." Roshi shrugged. "Might as well take advantage."

The cups of Piiza's red dress were yanked down to free her breasts. Large and round, they were about Panchy's size if he had to compare. More than enough supple flesh to handle his cock. Straddling her stomach, the ample mounds were separated to embrace his cock between them.

"Ah~!" Roshi breathed, feeling his stress ebb away. "This feels nice."

Then he began to move, thrusting into the tight crevice her compressed tits made. The soft, delicate flesh of her tits jiggled every time his hips smacked against them, the ripples tantalizing and hypnotic to his lust-filled gaze. Soon after finding his balance, both of his palms flattened on her chest to molest them thoroughly. He moaned out and told the sleeping Piiza that she had such lovely breasts.

He fucked her breasts the best he could, his pre-cum relieving him of friction. He bucked his hips like a madman. Her breasts were clutched rougher than before, redness enveloping them. He kept going, and going. Minutes past. And then the first spurt of white came. The white bullet reached the bridge of her nose. The old man grunted, glancing down to watch his member still move in and out of her cleavage, staining its path with hot cum. He cradled the back of her head, helping her lift up to wrap her lips around his cockhead and fill her mouth with cum.

With her belly full of hermit cum, he extracted himself and chuckled at his work. Returning her pads over her breasts – after taking a picture of course – he laid her down on her side to be safely found, hoping his cum would've dried up enough by then.

Thirty minutes later, a young teenager found her. A brunette tomboy with pigtails tapped her fingers against her back. "Piiiiiza," she whined with annoyance. "Come on, you're supposed to drive me to my martial art class!" She turned the sleeping lady on her back. "Ugh... your face is all messy." Trailing her finger over the white liquid on her face, the tomboy brought it to her nose and whiffed. Her face grimaced; it smelled far too pungent for her tastes. "Yuck."

Chi-Chi

Why did he have me wear this of all things? She didn't voice her question, as the answer was obvious. Her discomfort was the reason for his pleasure. Her bust was painfully stuffed... It was almost unbearable how cramped they felt in her armor. Her tits felt more squashed than ever before.

"Oho!" Roshi eyed Chi-Chi with glee as she came through the door. Per his request, she wore the revealing armor from back when she was a kid. Taut and tight everywhere, he let his eyes roam freely. Motherhood sure had been kind to her. Back then, her bust showed potential, but they had been only budding. Even for one as perverted as him, he'd deemed her too young. Now though... her mature tits pressed like waves of water against a weaking dam and threatened to overflow and spill out.

"Chi-Chi..." He honestly couldn't wait any longer. He jumped her. "It's too hot!"

The metal panty came off, but the armored bikini stayed on.

Chi-Chi 's head rolled back when he entered. "Oh Dende, you're so much better than my dildo."

Chi-Chi didn't know yet how many women had fallen under his spell. He wondered how she'd react if she ever found out. She didn't seem like the type who'd happily partake in some innocent debauchery with the likes of Bulma and Launch. Not yet at least. In fact, he wouldn't be surprised to see her get mad to find out she wasn't the only woman he gave such special attention to. Making her feel desirable and special was how he managed to get her after all.

He'd need to develop her vices for a bit longer before letting her in on his secret. He should go slow with her. Perhaps invite her over sometime and have her spend some time with the blue version of Launch. Nothing fancy, just them and some wine and see where the night would take them. If she could befriend his regulars, it'd be much easier to slowly rope her into more and more debauchery. Blonde Launch especially was skilled in the art of seducing her fellow women. The slow and steady approach would all be worth it once he was jacking off to the sight of Eighteen in her cunt while Launch rammed up her ass. Oh, and maybe Bulma could ride Eighteen's face, swapping saliva with Chi-Chi, their hands entwined while they moan in each other's mouth!

The fantasy... It was too much! Shit! He spilled his whites earlier than usual, his excitement overwhelming him.

"Huh?" At this, Chi-Chi raised her brow. "Already?" Though nothing to sneeze at, the session was a bit short compared to usual. Was it her outfit? She hadn't expected it to egg him on this much.

He didn't react, only embraced his arms around her to pull her on top of him. "How about you come to Kame house with me? We'll have a fun evening with Launch."

"K- Kame House?" Now this was new. He... wanted to spent time with her outside the bedroom? It... kind of sounded nice. With all her time spent making sure Goten and Gohan studied, it wasn't like she had much of a social life. Perhaps it wasn't so bad to socialize some more. Launch was about her age, and she liked her blue-haired version. She was kind and disciplined, and her duties as a maid correlated with her own duties as a housewife. They could probably complain about the same things. It sounded kind of nice.

"Uhm... sure?"

Chi-Chi x Blue-haired Launch

It had to be the wine, right? Chi-Chi thought, red in the face. A hand gently dragged across her front, her bosom tingling from the contact.

The first evening with Launch and Roshi had been such a delight that it became a recurring social gathering in her life.

But lately, Launch had become a bit more... handsy? Gingerly caressing her back or arms when she had a bit too much wine, calling her beautiful whilst staring into her eyes. Getting so much attention from another woman... For one growing up so sheltered with a traditional upbringing, it was all very foreign to Chi-Chi. Nevertheless, feeling the alcohol go to her head, she giggled like a schoolgirl from the attention. "Launch, you're... hihi... too... hehe... too much!" she uttered between her intoxicated giggles, bobbing her hand as if to wave the compliments away. "I'm not that special."

Launch giggled with her, one hand still on the other woman's back. "No, I mean it. Looking at you, I'd never guess you're a mother of two. I mean just look at your skin!" Launch's free hand latched on to her arm, gingerly sliding over the smoothness.

The giggling had stopped, and suddenly, Chi-Chi could feel the palpable tension in the air. She gulped, her breath hitched whilst Launch's hands explored. Sliding and caressing, her eyes met Launch's. Both blushed. Chi-Chi didn't know how she'd found herself in this situation, and she felt trepidation. But when Launch's head came closer, she stayed in place. She didn't pull back, not when she was five inches away. Not at four inches. Not at three either.

Two.

One.

Their lips mashed.

Their naked bodies pressed against each other, their erogenous zones pressing against arms and legs in an attempt to produce more of the electricity they sought. Chi-Chi was on top. When the shock of what she was doing ebbed away, and despite her complete lack of experience with the same sex, her dominating will overpowered the subservient maid. Their hands explored one another whilst they kissed, hips gyrating to grind their oversensitive groins, mantling each other's skin with heat.

The experience was freeing, allowing Chi-Chi to embrace a darker side of herself. She became enraptured by Launch, their bodies joining as one. She saw only Launch. She heard only Launch.

But then...

Wait... Did someone just grab her hips? She was about to ask if someone was there, when... "Kyaa!"

The penetration was hard and smooth with hardly any stalls. Nine inches of thick flesh pierced her until grey pubic hairs mashed with her buttocks. This girth and length... It had to be! "R- Roshi?!" Turning her head, she could indeed confirm his lanky frame, even in the dark.

After weeks of planning, Launch had finally gotten Chi-Chi in bed. The stage was set. Master Roshi hollered his perverted laughter. This was where the fun began.

He waste no second, setting his hips in motion to fuck Chi-Chi like a man possessed. The widow cried out, her eyes closed shut and her body shaking from the drilling – her breasts especially. The dangled globes shook and rippled like jelly, peachy nipples quaking to and fro. She had almost forgotten about Launch until her fluttering nipples dangled against hers, generating jolts of pleasure. "L- Launch?!" she uttered in shock. Roshi was fucking her right in front of her?! "I... I can expl-"

Launch hushed her with her with a finger and brought her lips to hers. Driving her tongue into the shellshocked woman was easy, spilling her saliva to mix with Chi-Chi's. When the kiss broke and Chi-Chi looked even more befuddled than before, she giggled once more. "Don't worry, Chi-Chi. Master and I do it all the time."

"M- Master?!" So many questions, but no time to ask them. The only thing that came out of her mouth were moans with the occasional exclamations of 'god'.

And the night continued.

"Achoo!" Launch sneezed when some dust came down the ceiling to enter her nostrils. The gentle side of her was replaced by the feisty one, her hair now blonde. She came into the world with a moan, a brunette head bobbing between her legs. "What the?" Yanking the brunette's hair up, she couldn't believe her eyes to see Chi-Chi staring back at her. She was dripping with perspiration and was deep red. "Well, well, well." Launch eyed her with a mischievous smirk. "Look who we have here."

That night, Chi-Chi was introduced to a whole new part of Roshi's life. And with the genie out of the box, it'd never be the same again.

So yeah. This isn't meant to be read as a final chapter or anything, but I'm not sure I'll ever update again. I don't have much time to write these days, and I think I can use the time I do have more chapter would've been a 10k+ chapter in a perfect world, but it is what it is.

If you want to know how other chapters would've gone or how the whole thing would've ended, let me know. I have the answers for you.