WARNING: THIS CHAPTER HAS VERY EXPLICIT CONTENT AND SHOULD NOT BE VIEWED BY SMALL CHILDREN, OR BIG BABIES! NO FLAMES!
#3: Tattoo?
"Mom, I'll be home around 4:00, I'm going to train with Gohon." Trunks said, stepping out of the house.
"Alright, dear, bye!" Bulma yelled after him as the door slammed. She walked over to Vegeta and stroked his chest.
"Now that we're alone…" she purred seductively, coaxing a lazy smirk from Vegeta.
"Oh, please, woman." He turned, pretending to be uninterested. Bulma frowned.
"Awww… c'mon…!" she wined. Vegeta grabbed her and picked her up bridal style. She moaned and winked. He flew to the bedroom and shut the door. He undressed and Bulma glanced at his lower back to see a tattoo that said, "I heart my Piggly-Wiggly."
"Ohhh, I love your Piggly-Wiggly, too." She cooed, thinking the tattoo was referring to his ahem.
He turned around and smirked as he put on a condom. He playfully tackled her onto the bed where the proceeded to, for lack of a better word, fuck.
Trunks, on the other hand had come home early and happened to open his parent's bedroom door in the middle of their—uh—game. At first, they didn't notice him since Bulma would moan the occasional, 'Harder, faster, deeper." And Vegeta was clearly enjoying it. Trunks was staring at the particular tattoo.
"'I heart my Piggly-Wiggly'?" Trunks managed to squeak.
"HOLY SHIT, BOY! GET OUT!"
Bulma was too deep in a climax to say anything but, "Uhh... harder. Fuck me to oblivion."
Trunks dashed out of the room, forever scared with the mental image of his parents "doing it."