A/N: Well this took me longer to finish then I thought. Second chapter and my first attempt at a lemon. Hopefully its up to snuff. Any way to all my readers I hope you enjoy this. :)
"Strength, without your heart and mind to guide it, is like an unquenchable flame that will consume everyone and everything around it to sate its hunger. That is why the most important battles are not with your opponent but within yourself." Jacky Chung.
"Skip one-two-three! Skip one-two-three! Keep up Takashi! No slowing down, we're barely halfway through this morning's early training!" Master Roshi, nimbly swinging his walking stick, shouted back as the old Turtle Hermit quickly zigzagged between the trees lining the small road.
A huffing, very red-faced Takashi struggling to follow. His normally spiky hair matted and weighted down with sweat and grime. More of which poured down his aching body soaking through his training clothes and collecting in the comical turtle shell he now wore over his back. A comical, weighted shell he hastened to add. A box of milk bottles clutched to his heaving chest. The knotted muscles in his back and arms screaming and on fire. His legs even worse. Every faltering step he took, panting for breath, threatening to be his last.
But each time he'd remember his promise and feel a resurge of if not strength than determination. Forcing himself to make just a little bit further for just a little longer. Through after the last couple of weeks he was starting to wonder if that would be enough.
Agreeing to train him, if only for further chances to spy on the short-tempered Saya, Master Roshi had moved them all from his comically small island to his nearby training one. A much larger, populated isle like something out of a child's story book. Ancient and mysterious. Carpeted in a thick, verdant jungle concealing abandoned pirate forts and the crumbling ruins of the long forgotten Polynesian tribes who had once lived here. The former in turn had used it as a base and a hideaway from various navies well into the Twentieth century. Being a popular pastime with the local children each summer to go to the beaches searching for some fabled, buried treasure the likes of the famed Redbead or Corto Maltese supposedly buried.
There was even remains of an ancient wall of granite that had divided the island supposedly dating back to the dawn of man's history if not earlier. Through Takashi didn't put much stock in much of it. Stories to entertain children and the gullible. As well as possibly any tourists who might have wandered onto the island.
Takashi was unsure of what he actually expected from the famed Kamesennin training but never in a thousand years would have he guessed this. His day starting before dawn hurrying to deliver milk to the inhabitance before breakfast in progressively heavier turtle shells to build speed and endurance. Afterwards he'd tilled and plowed a local farm by hand to build toughness and then manual construction labor to build strength. And he didn't even want to think of how Roshi had attempted to train his agility.
"How can he do it?" Takashi couldn't help but ask himself staring as the old man effortlessly pranced ahead.
Unencumbered by a turtle shell he knew had to weigh at least twice as much as his own. Waggling and pointing with his gnarled walking stick as he ducked out from behind the next tree to the rising mountain peak before them. An ancient staircase winding up along its side carved into the very rock.
"Heh-heh, just a little further! Then we can walk the rest of the way." He promised.
Takashi only groaning regretting he had ever laughed when Roshi had promised him his training would be a "Milk Run".
"Are-are you sure-huff-this what all your students did?" Takashi gasped teetering as he looped around the tree.
Milk sloshing in their bottles as the crate he carried dipped to one side then other, straining arms screaming in protest under the weight.
"Gohan and the Ox-King?" Roshi asked looking back." Of course. Why I couldn't keep up with the two of them. They'd even race each other to see who could reach the top first."
The old man looking up to the green studded hill of rock and stone and the solitary, lone house perched upon its lonesome brow. Following his gaze Takashi nervously swallowed, his body aching at the mere thought of the hundreds of steps he would have to climb. To race up them through? That caused him to ache in places he didn't even know he had.
"T-they don't-erk-sound human." He said.
Coming out more like a moan than he intended. Box of milk starting to crumple in his arms his limbs feeling as if they were made of lead even before the start of the ascent. Noticing Roshi slowed his pace ever so slightly allowing Takashi to keep up as he recovered. The young man, ignoring the building pain in his back, lifting the box back up shakily to its former height keeping it there. A flash of determination in his eyes which belied the fatigue of his body. A small smile appearing beneath the Turtle Hermit's beard as he sensed his student's Ki, already starting to flag, surge forward growing a minuscule but noticeable amount.
"Nonsense. They are as human as you or me. Well…Ox-king may be part giant. Either that or an over compensating pituitary gland." The old master said rubbing his chin as he skipped along." But neither of them were anything you can't achieve. Hard work, study well and plenty of rest. It is the Turtle Hermit way. With it there's no limit to what you can achieve."
His words having the desired effect on the young Takashi who quickened his pace, his burden seemingly lighter. Reassuring Roshi he'd chosen right to take him on as his student. Looking ahead as he curved hopping back across the narrow road to the other side.
"And let's not forget eating well. That's as much as part of training as anything else. And I think we'll both deserve one of Turtle's famous big breakfasts after we finish up here."
Breakfast. The word causing Takashi to smile as he nodded eagerly in anticipation. His stomach letting out a growl. One which was reciprocated by the figure hidden beyond the trees peering out through the bushes with a telescope. Smacking his salivating lips as the words reached his furry ears. The figure a recent addition to the more unusual predators who stalked the jungle's interior.
"Breakfast, don't mind if I do." The anthropomorphic bear-like creature cackled reaching a hand up to wipe his mouth.
Wearing the scavenged armor and equipment of the solders who'd foolishly followed him to this island he was exactly what he appeared to be. A massive Kodiak bear uplifted through genetic and cybernetic augmentation. The scars of which littered his body hidden beneath his wooly, brown fur. Fur turning to a dyed more reddish-brown along the top of his head in a tuft of hair he'd grown and cultivated into a Mohawk adding to his savage, fierce appearance. Or so was his intention.
He called himself the very unimaginatively name of Bear through it was preferable to "Test Subject 47" which was the only thing his "father" Dr. Kochin had ever called him during the long months of his captivity. No longer visible beneath his regrown fur, that number was stamped into his skin along with a barcode across his left cheek.
The beast-man lowering the telescope from his good, right eye. Its sibling a scarred, discolored milky color. Caused by the large, rough looking scimitar which now hung from his belt. Liberated from its former owner along with the more succulent meat from his bones. Not that he much cared for humans, too much indigestion.
But that brought him to his interest in the fabled Turtle Hermit, him and more importantly the nice juicy turtle he'd brought with him to the island. Developing quite a taste for the animals in the year or so since he'd escaped to the island. So much of one in fact the bloody beasts were becoming harder and harder to find.
"But you have pet turtle, don't you old man? Aged to perfection." He growled slobbering as he imagined the tasty treat waiting for him now that it was left unguarded.
Knowing the two of them would be busy for some time yet leaving only the girl to stand between him and his meal. He grinned, showing his razor sharp teeth, as he turned away retreating through the foliage towards the Hermit's training house. Collapsing and hooking the telescope onto the opposite side from where his sword hung.
Back on the road Takashi stumbled nearly falling over as the ground squirmed and shifted beneath him. The tip of a brown, reptilian tail swishing through the air as it snaked into the underbrush along the side of the roar. Branches of the trees starting to shake as Takashi looked up at the rising, scaly head the size of a Buick push above them. A hot, fetid blast of the creature's humid, oven like breath blowing across him as it bellowed rousing itself from its interrupted nap. Opening a gigantic mouth lined with innumerable teeth the size of steak knives.
Small, yellow eyes staring down unblinking from its side of its craggy skull. Pebbly skin scarred with lacerations and bite marks it had received over its long life. Smaller saplings twisting as they snapped or were uprooted in place as it stepped out from the jungle. Tail slashing behind it like a whip sending waves rippling through the foliage. Screeching birds taking flight flapping up towards the clear blue sky.
Bear, it seemed, was not the only predator who had ventured from the secluded interior of the island this day. The large reptile sore at having its sleep interrupted. Bits of bones from the cow it had taken as a midnight snack from a nearby ranch carpeting the ground where it had risen from. The cow's owner no doubt irate to find his fence demolished and the rest of the herd loose. Through these things happened on the island from time to time with the inhabitance learning to accept it.
Takashi backing away from the giant creature nearly being crushed underfoot. Three, ivory claws digging into the road side the pavement cracked and splintering. Instantly recognizing what it was, no matter how much his brain screamed that it was impossible. That dinosaurs were long dead, their only place in the modern world that of make-believe and fantasy. Like talking turtles, right? Those didn't exist either or Nosferatu.
Past life experiences suggested taught him to accept what saw and question it later. Turning his head towards Kamesennin, himself frozen with one leg raised, staring up at the Tarbosaurus. The reptilian, yellow eye facing the old master flicking towards him as the great beast snorted. Long, slanted body curling, thick muscles flexing beneath its leathery skin, towards Roshi whose eyes bulged out from beneath his sunglasses. A noticeable dead of sweat appearing running down the side of his face as he swallowed nervously.
"Uh…master…I think we have a problem." Takashi, still retreating back from the irate tyrannosaurid, said in a quiet voice.
The dino's head snapping back around reminded of his presence tilting it to get a better look at the young warrior. The black pupil in the creature's eye narrowing on him as its held its tail out from behind it. The scuff of Takashi's shoe still on the tip where he'd stepped on it. Anger appearing in those eyes as it looked down at his feet. Tail swishing back behind it.
Opening its mouth as it lunged towards Takashi who flinched raising his box of milk bottle to shield him. Startled by the sharp gust of wind which blew across him ruffling his close and washing away the putrid stench of the creature's breath. Catching only the blurriest glimmer of motion as Kamesennin leapt in front of him wedging his staff inside the jaws of the Tarbosaurus with a crunch of tearing soft tissue. The knotted cane bending in the middle as the dinosaur, in pained, reared its head back with a shake.
Still clutching onto it, Roshi swung finally letting go as he flipped beneath its jaw delivering a bone-shattering kick to its bottom lip. The Tarbosaurus entire body reeling from the blow, jaws snapping closed as the master's walking stick broke in two. Master Roshi landing beside Takashi in a fighting pose.
"Heh-heh. Still got it." He said pleased with himself.
His elation disappearing as the sore but clearly not defeated dinosaur turned back towards them. Spitting out bits of broken wood with a murderous gaze as Roshi apprehensively gulped, no longer quite so sure of victory.
"Takashi, I think this would be a great time to practice our speed running. Wouldn't you say?!" Roshi suggested as his pupil nodded.
The two of them taking off, Takashi still clutching the milk, running back down the road the way they came. The Tarbosaurus chasing after them like some Wile E. coyote cartoon. Only the road runner was chasing them and weighed in on seven-tons with a mouthful of very sharp, flesh rending teeth on top of it all.
"I-I thought they were supposed to be extinct!" Takashi, suddenly no longer so tired, shouted looking back, briefly, and regretting it.
Seeing nothing but the dark abyss of the thing's gullet, six inch teeth and a palm frond like red tongue it licked it jaws in anticipation with.
"But does he know that?!" Roshi answered back.
Jaws closing with a narrow miss behind them as the dino chomped on air and their dust they kicked up. Speeding away from the creature.
"This…this is the life." Saya thought looking up from her book reaching for the cool glass of lemonade Turtle was bringing her balanced on a tray on his shell.
Laying out on a towel on the white, shinning sands of the beach in front of Kamesennin's training house. The straps to her bikini top undone laying out to either side of her, large breasts pressed down against the soft fabric of the towel. Creamy skin seeping out rising from above and to the sides as they pushed down.
Peering up past the pink, heart-shaped sunglasses she pulled down the ridge of her nose as she smiled at the talented marine reptile. Pushing herself up onto her eblows much to Turtle's embarrassment. Blushing and raising a flipper as he looked away bashfully as she looked down at her wobbling mountains spring back into shape. Quickly pulling her top her top back across it snugly fitting each boob behind the tiny triangle. Reaching behind her as she tied it then, reconsidering, redid it looser.
The better for it to slip and slide down low on her soft breasts in front of Takashi she thought deviously. A blush appearing as she fantasized about "dropping" her book as she greeted Takashi returning from his morning exercises. Bending over in front of him to pick it up, her large boobs spilling out of her tiny top. Needing only the tiniest tug to fall out completely. How she would look up, acting innocent, to see him staring.
Back in reality Turtle peeked out from behind a flipper looking relieved as Saya took her drink. Each black triangle cut of fabric riding low on each full breast but, just barely, managing to keep everything covered.
"Whoops…guess a girl can forget. It so peaceful and relaxing out here." She said unusually happy as she daydreamed.
Truthfully her plan hadn't been proceeding like she imagined, barely interacting with her friend. When he wasn't training it seemed Takashi was eating and if he wasn't then it was collapsed into an exhausted sleep. Waking long before her or the dawn to start the whole thing over again. So clearly some drastic action was required.
Earlier she'd tried to "accidently" walk in on him in the shower pretending she was about to take one. Only a single, white, fluffy towel wrapped loosely around her body. Being sure to show plenty of cleavage and legs as she stepped inside only to get the shock of her life as the old perv had peered out from behind the shower curtain. The outline of his body preserved in shadow across it something she was rather desperately trying to omit from her mind.
"I just hope Master Roshi doesn't see you like that. " The marine reptile said with embarrassment." That might be too much for him."
The brown, pebbly skin of his face turning a bright shade of red. Saya giving a small laugh agreeing as a shadow fell over the two of them. The Pinkette turning excitedly expecting Takashi back early to instead see Bear standing there. One massive, furry hand resting on the pommel of his sword as he looked the two over licking his lips.
"I wouldn't worry about that, my little friend. You won't be alive to see it." He said in a deep, guttural growl of a voice.
Looking down at Saya who recoiled as the muzzle of his face somehow twisted into a grin. Fear, confusion and disbelief fluttering across her in the span of a millisecond. Certainly her world had expanded in the last few days to include a talking turtle and invincible old masters but this? This was something else.
"You have got to be kidding me." She said earned a small chortle from the beast-man.
Scimitar making a low, dry rasping sound as he drew it off his belt. Reflecting the morning sun rising above the coconut palm trees swaying in the salty breeze. Taking a step forward Bear tightened his grip on his sword raising it as he ran one, black claw across the notched edge. Loudly popping the muscles in his hand-like paw crackling with raw-bone strength and malic.
"No joke, Girlie. But you're in luck. I am in a good mood today so hand over the turtle there and you won't be hurt." He promised pointing the blade of his weapon at the apprehensive Turtle.
Backing away slowly from the hungry bandit. Which was what Saya should have been doing instead taking umbrage at mutant's tone and choice of words. Forgetting she was dealing with an actual talking bear as she puffed out her chest attempting to look more authoritative and intimidating.
"Girlie? Do you know who I am? The daughter of Yuriko and Souichiro Takagi! And I'm not going to be bossed around by some petting zoo reject!" She said indignantly.
Unfortunately that action was more than her top could take snapping loose and catapulting away from her pale, white boobs as they expanded out. Giving a happy wobble at their freedom the two collided pushing against each other, creamy tit-flesh swelling out above and below the point of contact, then bouncing off of each other with shake. Continuing to jiggle as they subsided from the motion. Saya's eyes suddenly as big as saucers as she looked down at her unprotected bust.
Curling an arm to, very inadequately, try and cover them. Breasts rising out from above and beneath her thin arm threatening to envelope over it. Sliding out and around from behind it the more she pressed trying to squish them to her chest. Her top itself, fluttering through the air, wafting down as it landed on top of Bear's face over his bad eye. Reaching up and gently picking the bra off of him with a thumb and finger claw.
"Oh my!" Turtle said holding his flippers to his mouth.
Looking at the article curiously Bear's smile became more predatory revealing his teeth as he looked from it back to Saya. Lowering her bikini top dangling from between the fingers of his massive hand.
"Cute, Girlie. But I am not some old pervert that cares about your lumpy chest. So why don't you get out of my way and let me have my breakfast?" Bear, unimpressed, said oozing menace.
Perhaps his first mistake other than deciding to eat the turtle of a legendary martial arts master as Saya's expression changed from one of embarrassment to outrage. Forgetting about her nudity as she lowered her arm, breasts expanding back out with a slight jiggle, in a fury over the perceived slight.
"Lumpy!" Saya shouted in a tone of voice Turtle hadn't heard since Master Roshi had, accidently, implied she was short.
Offering to reach the top shelf in the closest as she was unpacking on account of how a "little thing like her" couldn't reach it. Turtle rushing into the room afterwards, as much as he could at least, after hearing her shout to find Roshi knocked against the wall dazed. A trickle of blood running from his nose for once not from an erotic sight he'd witnessed.
This time no different, acting before she could think, she turned slinging the contents of her glass into Bear's face and sole good eye. The bandit screeching letting go of her bikini top as he clutched grabbing at his watering eye blinded. His previous gravelly voice becoming a thunderous roar.
"Damn it Girlie!" He shrieked angrily attacking.
Saya ducking underneath his clumsily sword slash more by luck than skill rushing behind his sword cleaving her sunbathing towel in two. Bear peering out from between his fingers with a red-rimmed eye looking for her. Turning after he pulled his sword back up from where it had embedded into the loose sand raising it back up. Saya circling behind the colossal giant panicking at what she started.
She wasn't some stupid, muscle-bound fighter. She was a genius as she was happy to tell anyone who'd listen. Used to thinking her way out of problems. Yet, her frightened expression becoming defiant, she was also a Takagi with all the pride and honor that entailed. Fists balling together as she dropped her empty beverage to the ground, a half remembered memory flashing in front of her.
The elder Takagi believed in self-reliance, in the strength of one own self. Choosing his own wife because she possessed such qualities as well as for her alluring beauty. So it was with her. On her thirteenth birthday, as the blossom of womanhood was upon her, he had taken her to the dojo of Master Busujima. And old friend and mentor whom had originally tutored and trained her father renowned for his swordplay and skill if not to the great lengths of the invincible master. Teaching her the basics of defense despite her general disinterest. It was this she called upon cocking her foot back and striking into the soft tissue behind the beast-man's kneecap.
Rewarded with a satisfying crunch, and a not so satisfying throb of pain from her protesting foot, as the limb bent in a very inhuman like way. Bear stumbling forward leg collapsing out from underneath him as he sprawl slamming face first into the trunk of a tree. Rattling loose a couple of coconuts which fell plummeting hitting him in the head for added injury. Their shells cracking, milk running down his matting fur as he reared back up clutching at his head. A large welt starting to form.
"You little Bitch! I'm going to break you…but not quick." He fumed grabbing at his sword.
Turtle completely forgotten about as he stepped towards her, his one leg limping. Stepping towards her when the both of them heard an excited, almost desperate cry. Bear looking up towards it just in time for his battered face to catch a fifty pound turtle shell to it. Making a sound like a gunshot as the blow cocked the uplifted animal's skull to the side his body careening that way a moment later.
Surprised, Saya looked with relief to find Takashi, minus his shell, running towards her. Master Roshi floundering on his back wildly. A geyser of blood shooting from his nose, for the moment incapacitated by Saya's appearance.
"Leave her alone!" Takashi shouted skidding to a stop placing himself in front shielding her as Bear pushed himself up onto his knees rubbing at the latest red mark.
His expression a curdling rage long since stopping to care if he got his favorite treat for breakfast wanting only to fight and kill now. Rising he looked turning his head for where his sword had been thrown too when he'd been sucker punched by that shell. Not that he would need it. Easily having the power to rend both of them limb from limb.
"Protecting your mate, Boy? Foolish. I'll skin you both." He growled spotting his sword.
Reaching low to scoop it up when he felt the shattering blow land against his forearm breaking it. Joint of bone sharply cutting protruding through up through his blood matted fur as Bear screamed out. Takashi, delivering a running kick, springing back in front of the bandit with a drawn back punch to the gut hard enough to knock to force the wind out of Bear's lungs like a vise. His outcry turning to a ragged streak as in a blistering fury Takashi landed three more to his stomach and chest before narrowly dropping beneath the swiping paw of Bear's other hand.
Stumbling backwards away from the human, maimed arm hanging limply at his side, holding onto his bruised side looking on in amazement as Takashi stood up. Only a few strands of black hair wafting down from his head where his claws his sliced through the tip. Holding Bear's own sword clumsily in one hand, far too large for him, with a stony gaze.
One which faltered slightly as Bear reached grabbing his wrist of his broken arm snapping it back into place. Flexing his hand as he worked out any kinks in it. Mechanisms within his body releasing a potent brew of adrenalin and painkillers through his system allowing him to fight through beyond his limit. Amazed something so small could push him that far he turned his head spitting. Wiping away the lingering traces of blood from his muzzle with the back of his hand.
"Did you really think it would be that easy? My "father" made to defeat any opponent. That includes a twig like you!" He said glancing at Saya." I hope she was worth it, Boy!"
The Pinkette's face turning the same shade as her hair as Takashi didn't hesitate to agree she was. The two of them rushing towards each other. Sparks flying as Bear caught Takashi swinging blade with his claws using his injured hand to push and deflect it away as he swiped trying to rip open the boy's throat. More nimble than he'd ever imagined shed of the weight of his tortoise shell Takashi evaded bending backwards then to the side to avoid the raking claws. A mailed fist cracking the chest plate of Bear's armor as Takashi sprung back. Leaping as he raised driving the hilt of his sword upwards underneath Bear's chin with a loud crunching sound knocking his head backwards.
Saya's triumphant cry turning to one of dismay however as a furry knee exploded upwards into Takashi's abdomen. Followed by an elbow to his face sweeping him aside. Rolling with it he skidded dropping low avoiding the subsequent outstretched claws of that hand dodging to the side. Bear attempting to twist and follow after him, too slowly. Smashing sand in an anvil blow as Takashi circle raising his shoulder as he sprang forward into the bear's furry flank.
His already crippled leg snapping under the sudden weight as he was knocked back going completely limp beneath him. Pain scrubbers flaring into overdrive as it bent, Bear toppling forward propelled by momentum and mass into the dented tree from earlier splitting the trunk apart as he feel through it.
Laying there afterwards on the sand, palm leaves and shattered coconuts laying around him. Coughing up blood and broken teeth laboring to breath as Takashi, rubbing his shoulder, appeared from the corner of his hazy vision. Sudden weight of his foot on Bear's chest causing him to cry out, a broken rib or three painfully shifting overwhelming the suppressors flooding his bloodstream. His sword, three fresh claw marks carved into its metal, appearing at his throat the tip pressing in. Digging deeper as Bear's arm tensed beside him only drawing back, blood trickling down through his fur, when it relaxed.
Briefly wondering if it was worth trying to take the boy with him, needing only one clean strike to the face or throat before he choked on his own blood. The talons on his hand ripping through the soft flesh. Only to reconsider. Remembering how fast Takashi moved in their fight he'd likely only serve to prolong his own miserable death.
"What are you waiting for?" He growled weakly, his every breath feeling like his side was on fire." I ain't going to beg. Just do it."
Staring up at Takashi and Saya, the girl appearing moving to the boy's side, with hateful, spiteful eyes. Or eye in his case. Feeling the sword return pressing into him as Takashi's face hardened only for the blade to waver as he withdrew it tossing it aside. The sword striking embedding itself into the side of a rock jutting out of the sandy beach. The metal flexing with a clang as it stuck there. Bear unable to hide his surprise at that or Takashi looking up at him with new found fear.
"I don't know what you are but I know I'm not a murderer. You're not going to make me one either." Takashi said stepping off from Bear's chest.
Stepping back protectively towards Saya. Bear sitting up a few moments later, stiffly and in much pain. Regarding Takashi curiously. Unsure of what to make of the youth's declaration.
Through his pain scrubbers were at least starting to catch up flooding his bloodstream with suppressors, coagulants and a necessary cocktail of stimulants to keep him from blacking out. A pleasant numbness starting to seep through his body.
But even if he could rise to his feet, and the jabbing pins and needles in his leg he felt through pharmaceutical haze told him that was nearly impossible, he was in no shape to continue fighting. Feeling like after his disastrous fight with that mutant freak Buyon. The inside of his mouth tasting dry and metallic. Tongue feeling thick and swollen as he ran it over his missing teeth.
Takashi watching this saying nothing standing protectively besides Saya. The Pinkette latching onto his arm drawing strength from him, yes. Through she didn't appear afraid, almost curious as she stared down at him. Reminding him a little too much of how his "father" had looked at him usually right before forcing him to fight another test subject. Memories he didn't want to dwell on.
"Talking turtles…bears…this is a strange island." She said deadpan scarcely believing the sentence she just said
"Indeed. Sometime I have to tell you about this run in I had with this big lizard on the road." Takashi agreed with a small, relieved laugh now that everything was over.
He was also starting to feel pain along his jawline. The entire side of his face starting to turn pink and swell. Similarly a blackish-purple bruise was starting to form over the front of his abdomen. Visible where his training clothes had torn. Breath starting to come heavy now that his adrenalin was fading.
The two of them looking down at each other blushing as they realized Saya was still topless. One boob sinking pressing against his arm and body the soft globe pressing inward as it seeped bulging out around. Takashi in particular becoming aware of the hard point of the breast's pink pebble sticking into his side.
The two quickly breaking apart, their faces red. Saya rather clumsily attempting to hold her arm across them. Boobs once more seeking escape out over and beneath her slender arm mushrooming out the more she pressed trying to control them. Only causing Takashi's face to turn even redder as he bashfully looked away.
Not all of his thoughts pure however it seemed, Saya's eyes quickly darting to the noticeable, rather large bulge down the front of his torn and dirty fighting gi. Eyes widening in surprise letting her imagination fill in the missing details as she stripped him in her mind. Adding a few extra centimeters to her dream-Takashi as the bottom of his orange gi unraveled like evaporating mist in the dawn's light.
"Maybe you should…uh…put your top on?" The real Takashi suggested.
Sheepishly rubbing the back of his head his face shone like a lighthouse. One that only got redder as, noticing Saya staring from the corner of his eye, looked down in horror at his straining erecting. Hastily turning around completely from her covering it with one hand desperately willing it to go down. Which, thank Kami, he felt it doing.
"Wha-? S…sure!" Saya agreed quickly snapping out of her daydream.
Rather fervently hoping there actually wasn't any drool in the corner of her mouth not that she could have blushed any harder at this point. Turning away to retrieve her bikini letting her jugs fall loose one more time as she bent down to grab it. Milky, white coconuts jiggling and squeezing together as she bent scooping the tiny bit of fabric up. Then came the epic struggle as she had to catch each slippery boob and wedge it inside the tiny triangular patch. Far more boob then the flimsy material ever could contain pushing overflowing from around each triangle as she pulled the bikini's strings tightly behind her back knotting them much tighter than last time.
Glancing alternatingly protectively and admiringly at her and the two friendly white, crescent-moons jostling between the incredible thin material forced to try and cover one hell of a better "booty" than any treasure hunter had found on the island.
Watching all this Bear rolled his eyes feeling nauseated by the hormonal teens and humans crude fixation on sexual matters in general. Gripping the remains of the shattered tree with one hand, bark peeling out from underneath his digging claws, as he tried to stand up. Leg wobbling as his knee gave out under the weight with a fresh surge of pain which nearly overwhelmed him. Forcing him to lean against the tree just to remaining standing.
Despite that and his general condition, Takashi dropped back into a fighting stance which nearly made Bear laugh out loud. And would have if he didn't suspect how much that would hurt. All he could do even with the pain scrubbers just to breath.
"So what now?" He asked, confirming his theory as his side flared back in pain." You won't kill me, what? Going to drag me into some cage now? Like I was some mere animal?"
Bracing himself having vowed never to be restrained again after he'd escaped from his "father" along with a few of his other "children". Knowing he'd rather die than have that happen again.
Relaxing his stance somewhat Takashi stared blankly at the beast-man unsure of how to answer. The answer thankfully coming from behind him with a familiar laugh.
"Heh-heh, I might be able to help with that." Master Roshi said.
Turtle helping him up, the aged master dabbing at his sweaty brow with towel. Rosy tint to her cheeks returning, breasts wobbling inside her top, Saya turned back to face Takashi. Her back to Roshi through for once it seemed like he didn't notice. At least not much grinning beneath his wooly, white beard. Frowning, Saya crossed her arms across her chest nonetheless as he stepped past her.
"Just wait here until I get back." He said.
A nervous Turtle behind him looking anxiously up at his closet and oldest companion. At least among humans.
"Master…?" He asked unsure what the old man intended.
Roshi rubbing his chin in thought he didn't seem to hear him.
"Now let's see where did I put them? I think it was-no that was the Banjo fan. You remember Turtle? I got them when I trained with Korin?" He asked looking down at the marine reptile.
"I think so. I'll find them." Turtle nodded heading for the house with his slow, steady pace.
Bear watching him go with a defeated look obviously still relishing turtle for breakfast. Seeing it a bead of sweat ran down the side of Turtle's leathery face quickening his pace. Scrambling inside the relative safety of indoors. Roshi following after him. Stepping beside him, Saya and Takashi shared puzzled looks hearing things crash and break in the house as the two searched. Hearing Roshi's voice from inside as he reappeared holding up a small, brown sack tightly tied around at the neck.
"Eureka! I found them." He declared triumphantly.
Untying the string which held the clasp closed he upturned it pouring out three wizened and shriveled looking beans into his wrinkled palm. Takashi raising an eyebrow skeptically as Kamesennin divided one out dropping the rest back into the bag. Pressing his thumb against the one which remained dividing it in two.
Turtle remaining inside, safely out of sight and mind of Bear, to try and clean up. Oily black smoke wafting out from the kitchen reminding Turtle of the breakfast he'd started and forgotten about during the near turtle-related homicide. Dropping the stack of dirty magazines from Master Roshi's "sock drawer" to take care of that.
"There. That should still be enough." Kamesennin said dropping one half of the tiny bean into Takashi's hand.
Looking skeptically at it as he held it up Takashi's face was a mask of confusion finally shrugging at Saya as he popped it into his mouth. Chewing it finding the wizened little vegetable having a taste and consistency not unlike cardboard he swallowed as Roshi looked on expectantly. Face betraying his surprise at the rush of energy mirroring Saya's look of amazement as his bruises healed and vanished. The swelling side of his face receding along with any discoloration. Feeling renewed with vitality he clenched his fists flexing his muscles looking down at himself as he took a long, deep breath without a hint of pain or soreness. Earlier fatigue completely gone. Skin seeming to crackle with electricity.
"Whoa…what just happened?" He said, almost giddy, practicing some footwork as he threw a practice punch or three into the air." I feel great. Heh. Better then great even."
Roshi giving him a knowing look nodding. Saya meanwhile had switched to full scientist mode leaning forward scrutinizing the half remaining in the old man's hand trying to figure out how it could possibly do what it had done. Takashi didn't envy her that task.
"Heh-heh! Just a little something I got from the god of martial arts. They aren't to be wasted but I think you more than earned it." Roshi said becoming serious with a small, prideful smile." Not just in how you fought but how you chose not to. You heart protects the weak and vulnerable, even when they are your opponent. May it always do so."
Turning to Bear, Roshi held up the remaining half of the bean offering it to the beast-man who looked at it skeptically.
"Just like that, huh? You're just giving it to me?" Bear asked startled and amazed by the senzu bean as much as any of them.
And he'd seen the brilliant, if diabolical, fruit of both his "father's" intellect as well as Dr. Gero's. Roshi nodding holding it out to him then pulling it back at the last moment.
"You can have it but know this. I will be aware of your presence on the island now. If I ever hear tales of you terrorizing the good people here or if you even think about coming after Turtle ever again…I will find you." He said tossing Bear the bean.
"Right Gramps." The beast-man said sarcastically greedily swallowing it." I'm shaking."
Like Takashi he was overwhelmed by the surge of vitality. His bones reknitting themselves back together stronger than ever. Standing up straight as he returned weight to his leg testingly, relieved when he didn't feel the slightest pain. Grinning running his tongue over his mouth to find even the missing teeth replaced. He felt like he could rip apart a skyscraper now. Laughing inspecting his forearm which before had been shattered in a dozen different pieces now completely whole.
Thoughts regarding a rematch floating through his brain as he glared at Takashi. Returning them as he braced himself. Before they could however Kamesennin spoke up.
"I suppose you'll want your sword back now." The turtle hermit said walking over to the embedded sword.
Bear about to tell the old man not to bother when the old man shattered exploding the rock apart with a punch catching the bandit's sword from the air. Presenting it to him, blowing the pulverized dust from off the metal. Bear wide-eyed in shock nearly recoiling. Takashi had been strong rivaling his own strength but this…he held his hands in front of him as he made a hasty show of bowing.
"You won't have any trouble from me, I promise." He sheepishly assured Roshi, accepting his sword back.
A nervous bead of sweat on his face. Trying to keep his hands from shaking as he put it back on his belt wondering just what kind of people he'd run into. And if they were some offshoot of his "father's" experiments. He backed slowly away turning from the nearly endless beach as he walked through the thickening grove of palm trees which surrounded the back of the house. Vanishing inside them as he returned towards the island's interior.
Laughing, Roshi ties the bag of remaining Senzu beans closed tossing and catching the bag in his hand. Saya's eyes following them, still astounded by what they accomplished.
"Wouldn't mind getting those to some of the scientists my father knows. At the very least he knows a couple of energy drink directors who'd be very interested in those little things." She said somewhat wistfully.
Takashi nodding, doubting he'd ever felt better. Retrieving the weight turtle shell he'd thrown earlier and lifting it up as it weighed absolutely nothing. Raising an eyebrow as he heard Roshi snickering giving the old man a curious look.
"The effects of the Senzu bean are astounding however…for the young…there are a few side effects." Kamesennin just managed to say between guffaws.
Takashi following where Roshi specifically *wasn't* looking to see the bottoms of his gi tented out. Cock engorged and harder than steel as he tried and failed to cover it up. Saya completely forgetting about the beans as her eyes grew into wide ovals.
"Oh my…" All she said, cheeks burning a bright pink, as Takashi ran stiffly into the house.
What looked like a fishing pole bouncing up and down all the way.
Standing in the opulent hotel room, briefcase in hand, Colonel Silver felt entirely out of place. The imposing, red-haired man a soldier. Used to feeling the elements on his tanned face, lubricant used to grease the treads of his tanks under his nails. Out of uniform his civilian clothes itched feeling too constrictive and heavy weighing down his movements. Perhaps fatally so.
Even so he'd been an intimidating sight for the scrawny youth at the front desk to look up seeing Silver standing over him. His rigid face like beaten brass hammered into shape. Even his attempt at a smile more a threatening sneer than anything. Taking little convincing to get a room key.
Through part of his discomfort was the room's occupant. Having skimmed Hasky's file and was convinced the man was a conniving jackal without principals or loyalty. Neither of which Silver could tolerate. A martial man, he lived by a fiery core of disciplined steel forged early in his life.
In the other room he heard the splashing sound of running water. Obviously his arrival unexpected. A feat not by accident, Silver preferring to always have the advantage in a confrontation. And coming wet out of the shower was about as unprepared as a man could be.
Standing by one he looked down out the hotel window into a typical European street. A blending of ancient, centuries if not millennia old buildings with modern trappings, vehicles and utilities. A crossroad where the past and future met. Not unlike the ones of Silver childhood. In the window's reflection the corner of Silver's mouth curled up into what on anyone else would have been a smile.
He'd been a scrawny thing then, a freckled face youth with a mop of unmanageable hair. Even then through he'd been a fighter. The other kids taking to calling him the "little wolf". Never backing down from a fight, never hesitating to do what needed in order to win.
He'd done the same in Afghanistan. Once he got tired of the constant IEDs, of seeing good men shipped back with missing limbs. It had cost eighteen lives including three children and three times that number of women in order to find those responsible. Saving dozens if not hundreds of soldiers lives and health. He considered it good arithmetic. His superiors had called it a war crime. So here he was, playing errand boy for a thief and mercenary.
Hearing the shower shut off, Silver jaw tightened as he turned towards the bathroom door hearing the soft pad of footsteps approaching it. Jaw nearly shattering through as it opened and Hasky walked out. Only article of clothing a white towel she dabbed drying her long, blonde hair with. His eyes falling to her large D-cup nearly DD sized breasts he realized he may have missed an important detail or two from her file.
Creamy, white melons raising up as her arms reached over her head with the towel pressing together into a deepening ravine of cleavage. Noticing where he was staring, unfazed by his appearance, she smiled. And he was reminded of the story of the boy who tracked a wolf into its den.
"You have the rest of my payment I trust?" She asked, gaze settling after a cursory examination of him to the briefcase he was carrying.
Removing the towel she strutted with a low, cat-like confidence as he presented her with the case. Walking over to a small table to set it down and open it showing her the cash neatly stacked inside.
"You guys could always just wire me the money. But I suppose Red likes the formality. Makes him feel as if he's in some spy movie." She said taking out a stack counting it, looking over at Silver." And I can't say I dislike men coming to my room to give me things."
Silver said nothing struggling to maintain eye contact with the blonde woman. His lower brain reminding him how long it had been this close with any woman. Between breaking in new recruits, ensuring the motor pool maintained his tanks in proper working order it had been a while. Even then only a quick, fumbling thing to let off steam with Colonel Violet. A perky if somewhat self-serving woman who was slowly climbing up through the Red Ribbon's ranks not unlike himself.
"You're not like the last errand boy they sent. What was his name…Blue? No, not at all." Hasky said frowning slightly as she looked at the case's contents." There seems to be more than we agreed to. That's never good."
Silver nodded briskly unaccustomed to being on the backfoot. Attempting to take back control of the situation as he laid a hand gently closing the lid of the briefcase.
"Payment is to be made pending your agreement to prolong your services to us. With the promise of reimbursement following the completion and full retrieval of the "Promethean Orbs" or dragon balls as they are called." He said giving her no brook to argue.
Not that Hasky needed any. Used to dealing with hot-headed, testosterone-driven men who thought they could walk over her because of her sex. Through at least this one actually looked like he could handle himself. Admiring the hard won muscles underneath the man's ill-fitting civilian clothes. Reminding her of a boxer she'd once dated. And unlike Blue's preening good looks it appeared Silver had actually stopped a punch or three.
"There's six more of the things, scattered across the heavens of the earth. Finding them all could take years. Trust me you don't have the money to pay me for that sort of time." Hasky dismissed folding her arms beneath her chest." And frankly I'm not much of a team player either."
"Actually that won't be a problem. Thanks to your efforts, Research and Development is already hard at work developing a means of tracking the items. A global dragon radar you might call it. Combined with the Red Ribbon's resources and your skill retrieval should be completed far more quickly." Silver said as he started to redo the latch on the briefcase." And I'm afraid, refusal will result in the forfeiture of the rest of your payment."
Pausing he looked into the steely resolve in her eyes and sighed. Wishing she'd go put on some damn clothes. Hell even the damp towel she'd came out with, left lying crumpled on the floor.
"So if you're not interested…"
Not sure he completely liked her expression as she lowered her arms putting her hand on his to stop him from lifting the briefcase away. Body once more almost unbearably close to his. Radiating heat from her shower, beads of water glistening on her body. Watching one run down from her collar bone curving across one breast before the lucky droplet sank from sight between them.
Silver looking down as Hasky pressed running one slender finger down along his chest tracing every edge and line of hard sinew. Surprised by her speed and once more reminded how slowed he was in his ill-fitting clothes.
"You're not leaving me much of a choice, are you? All right…I'll do it. But I'm going to want a bonus."
"Bonus? What are you talking about woma-the hell?!" Silver said caught off guard as her hand dropped lower over the front of his pants.
Running down the inside of his leg as she squeezed the growing limb she found there. Yep. Definitely wasn't like Blue she noted happily. Tugging down at his zipper despite Silver's halfhearted protests. Her hand snaking inside side wrapping her skilled hand around the bulbous head giving it a light squeeze. All his protests dying as she pulled his cock out. Her hand sliding down his tanned flesh to the base feeling his vein throb beneath her. Unable not to smirk as she looked admiringly down at the rigid member slightly bobbing in front of her.
Men were all the same. No matter how tough or strong they thought they were they all had the same, exact weak point. Turning into putty in her hands. Almost literally so. Seeing Silver's expression as her hand returned cupping the tip.
"Been too long, hasn't it?" She asked with a domineering laugh.
Feeling his member twitch beneath her grasp. Pale, white fingers sinking in against the purple shell as she gently pressed her thumb softly scraping it in a circle around his small slit. First traces of precum oozing out as she pressed her thumb against it. Silver letting out a low moan which encompassed his lust, tension and his faltering will to resist her. Those big, muscular shoulders of his dropping slightly as he relaxed.
Making his subsequent look of betray all the more delicious as she let go. His oozing cock driven to the very edge and no further. After all it wasn't his pleasure she was ultimately concerned with.
"We wouldn't want to end things too quickly, now would we?" She said enjoying his look of discontentment.
His scowl just the cutest thing. Like a schoolboy who'd been held after class. Kneeling in front of him she reached past his member finishing unbuckling his pants pulling them down. His boxers, white with pink hearts emblazoned across them, following next tugging it down. Silver's breath quickening, jaw tightening, as she pulled the fabric down over rubbing it against the sensitive tip of his cock. Bunching it up around the head rubbing it as bent downward before springing back up with a small bobble as she finally peeled it off.
"My…looks like you already found the dragon balls." She said her hand sliding up fondling one.
Hasky leaning forward parting her lips as she ran along the side of Silver's organ. Lightly sucking at his tanned flesh she kissed along it working her way down. Cupping, juggling his balls in the palm of her hand as she continued down to his base burying her nose.
Letting go, a thin sliver of saliva running down his length, Hasky looked up at him. Placing a finger against his tip flicking it up and down. Silver's hand resting on her shoulder now moving up through her silky, blonde hair and she felt him gently nudging her head back down wanting her to continue. But Hasky had no intention of doing anything except at her own sweet time.
"Yes, I think I can work with this. A bit smaller than I'd prefer but it'll do I guess." She said with a devious smile.
Silver's scowl returning as he moved to get away hampered by his pants around his ankles. Only stopped as Hasky grabbed onto his head wrapping her fingers around it as she winked up at him. Teasingly sticking her tongue out before sucking on the tip.
"What? How dare you woman-urgh!" Silver complained becoming lost for words.
"Relax, I'm only kidding." She laughed.
Removing his cock from her mouth as she sat up guiding his throbbing member down between her succulent, two jugs. Cupping them together as they enveloped around him. Head poking up through the encompassing creamy, white flesh only to vanish beneath as she rubbed sliding her boobs up along it.
"Small fries don't get to take this ride." She said the head of his cock reappearing from between the two squeezing marshmallow.
White boob-flesh seeping spilling out between her fingers each large breast easily overflowing from her small hands. Fingers spreading apart as they slide over the front catching the hard, pink pebble of each breast. Hasky's face darkening a red shade as she flicked pressing them around against her fingertips. Her breath quickening as she leaned her head down to the quivering head. Her hot breath blowing across his tender, sensitive flesh as she licked the underside. Her strong, pink muscles continuing up around across the rim as her lips closed around it. Letting go with a wet "plop" as she licked them. Pushing her tits back up their creamy flesh pushing out around as her boobs swallowed him up.
"Normally I'd have a guy work his way up to this but lucky for you I have an oral fixation." She smirked." And I've seemed to have run out of cigarettes."
Squishing her breasts together molding and reshaping them against Silver's long, hard member. Causing the man to moan, utterly in her power as she lapped up the oozing precum her tongue swirling around the reappearing head. That thought turning her on almost as much as the tasty treat she engulfed breasts sliding down against rubbing them against his base. Her motions increasing in speed as she slurped swallowing as much of his cock as she could then coming back up. Pausing at the very tip, tongue darting into the slit, then bobbing down again.
Feeling as close he was relishing the power that gave her. She could stop here, now. Kicking him out of her hotel room. Leaving him straining with a hard-on and the humiliation that he'd submitted completely and utterly to her only to be rejected. That for all the strength and power they thought they had what they truly wanted, what they needed, she could give or deny as she liked. Doing in to countless men over the years, their confused embarrassed immortalized in her mind as they tumbled out her door pants around their ankles.
This time through…she glanced up at Silver turning her mouth sideway as she sucked on the rim of his head. Her hand falling down from her firm, bouncy breast to between her own thighs. Gently stroking her swollen lips pushing them apart. Finding the hard bundle of nerves of her clit as she pressed one finger then two inside of herself. Own walls clenching around them. Yeah. She needed this. As much as the big lug obviously did.
She hadn't been kidding about no "small fries" and lately that's all she seemed to be batting. If it wasn't for her special shower head she didn't know what she would do. Cheeks darkening as she wondered if he'd known what she'd been doing when he arrived. That behind the flimsy barrier of a door he'd have found her, body glistening with running water, leaning against the shower's wall. The powerful jets of her hosed faucet pressed between her legs.
The poor pent-up man might have exploded then and there if had which wouldn't have been half as much fun for her. Her hand quickening as she sensed he was about to cum sliding her mouth up over the top as the first ropy, white strand spurted out. Her thumb pressing down against her clit as the two of them climaxed together greedily swallowing his as her skilled mouth milked every last drop she could. Running a hand up along his throbbing cock massaging it trying to make sure. Only then releasing it. Strand of saliva running off between its head and her mouth as Silver stumbled backwards, months of stress and frustration released in one glorious moment. Missing the couch as he fell back slumping down beside it.
Looking at him devilishly Hasky raised her dripping fingers from between her legs sucking them clean. Wiping her mouth afterwards she stood up reaching her arms behind her head causing her breasts to ride up even higher on her chest.
"Oh don't think we're done yet. Not even close." Her smile harder than an adamantine knife as she approached.
The tone of her voice, if not the sultry words, reminding Silver of a drill sergeant he had once had. Looking up as the blonde straddled his face pressing the moist lips of her womanly core against his chin and face. In what promised to be the most daunting task of physical exertion since he'd left basic. Hasky reaching a hand down to stroke through his red hair. Her expression lustful and yet completely serious.
"We're not stopping until I am completely satisfied so I hope you have a three-day pass, soldier-boy." She said reaching behind his head and mashing him between her squeezing thighs.
"I thought I'd find you here." Saya said surprising Takashi.
The spiky-haired man standing facing the crystal-blue ocean on the beach practicing the moves Master Roshi had painstakingly drilled into him during the afternoon. His gi covered with the grass stains to prove it. His movements unencumbered and dazzlingly swift as he blocked and grappled with pantomimed opponents. The lead weight of his turtle shell laying at his feet partially sunk into the beach's sand well trampled by Takashi's footprints. The evening sun long gone from the sky replaced with a blanket of twinkling stars which hung and shone like crown jewels.
Pausing in his motions Takashi lowered his arms to his side as he turned towards Saya. The latter having changed out of her bikini into a short lime-green tank top which showed off her mid-riff and beige shorts. Green material riding low clinging against the two large marshmallows on her chest. Each riding bouncing up then falling back in place as she walked towards him. Raising a hand to her face as she brushed her silky bangs from her eyes. Drawing Takashi's attention to her swaying balloons completely unrestrained without a bra in sight. Literally. His eyes nearly bulging out at the outline of each breast preserved in the green fabric. Having to look away but not before one of the tank top's spaghetti straps slide down her arm. Causing her top to sink down a few more millimeters exposing even more tit-flesh.
"Wasn't tired yet. Thought I get a couple more hours of practice." He said resuming his stance.
Trying to ignore the faint fragrance of her shampoo, the warmth of her body against the cool night's air. Technically what he said not a lie. Since eating the Senzu he'd been flooding with energy, more than he could seem to burn off. But that wasn't why he'd slinked off so quickly after dinner. Reminded of the truth as he felt a familiar muscle strain within his gi pushing out the front which he tried to hide. Angling his back towards Saya as he continued to practice his routine, his motions no longer quite as quick or fluid.
The entire evening going like that barely needing to look at Saya, or just about anything in Master Roshi's collection, without his cock jumping to attention. The entire time they'd eaten dinner he'd been afraid he'd bump the table or worse as he stared across at Saya's slipping top. Each time thinking back to earlier in the day remembering what those two big melons had looked like. What they'd felt like brushing up against him and…he was doing it again. Cheeks burning as he punched at the air harder.
Stepping beside him the Pinkette laid her hand on his shoulder stopping him. One breast squishing against his arm rising out from behind the stiff material. His cock giving a small, excited twitch at the sensation. Red blossoming across Takashi's face he fervently prayed Saya wasn't looking down as he moved to covertly cover himself with his arm.
"Hey, you outran a wannabe T-Rex and saved me and turtle from being eaten by a monster today. I think if any one's earned a rest, it's you dummy." Her tone turning the insult into one of affection.
Laughing a little after she said it. Unable to help it as she joined Takashi in looking up towards the shinning stars.
"There's a sentence I'd never have thought to say two weeks ago." She admitted." Doesn't make it any less true through."
A few strands of her side ponytail's silky hair tickling the side of his face and he brushed them away. Smiling. Just for a moment it was just like when they were kids. Minus the…er…uncomfortable situation below the waist.
"Well who am I to argue with you. You are a genius after all." He agreed with her.
Meaning to say it as when they were kids, squabbling on the playground. Saya always having to have the last word. To be right. But instead it came out much more tender. Failing to register under the starlight how much his words caused her to blush.
Feeling the heat of body radiate off of him like a furnance warming her up despite the chill in the night's air. She felt a bead of sweat start to percolate, sliding down around the inside of her breast into her cleavage. Tiny droplet rising up and dropping back down along with her swelling chest as she breathed.
"And it only took you how many years to figure it out?" She said lightly teasing him.
Sweeping aside any hesitancy in those beautiful eyes of hers as she looked back up at him. A nervous smile on her face, feeling almost giddy.
"You know I never did properly thank you for saving my life." She said letting go of him as she stretched kissing him on the cheek.
Surprised, his face turning a shade of red, Takashi held a hand tenderly where she'd kissed him as the Pinkette stepped away.
"Saya?! What are you-" He said stopping as he turn3ed following her with his head.
Stopped because her kiss wasn't the sort of reward the busty girl had in mind. Eyes growing as wide as saucers as she pulled down the other tiny strap and, wiggling out of it, grabbed the edges of her top peeling the lime-green material down. Her breasts, like to cherry tipped sundaes, swelling out over the vanishing edge until they popped free with a happy bounce. Some of the largest breasts Takashi had ever seen, if you didn't count a certain blonde nurse's wardrobe malfunction, resuming their natural, buoyant shape filling the Pinkette's hands. Girl squeezing forcing the two heavy globes together. Creamy, white flesh pushing out around and bubbling up from between her kneading fingers. Sending rippling waves of undulating running through them.
If Takashi hadn't been hard before he certainly was now. Feeling a surge of blood diverted to his straining organ jutting out from below his waist like a beam of steel. Blood coursing to the throbbing head, Takashi letting out a weak moan as the fabric of his clothes scraped across the sensitive tip. A slight wetness appearing across the front which Saya eagerly noticed. Her eyes like knife slits as she slowly raised one then other breast letting them fall back down with a gentle bounce.
"Well? What do you think? These a good enough reward for a hero?" She asked." I know for a fact that these…" She gave a small squeeze, blush returning to her face." Are larger than anything Rei has."
Takashi's head bobbing following her boobs' motions suddenly finding it hard to form words. Forcing himself too with some effort as Saya walked towards him. An exaggerated sway to her hips which only made those balloons of hers wobble even more in her hands.
"Wha-Saya…why are you doing…I didn't think-"He stammered, losing all coherence as Saya stood on her tiptoes putting her arms around his neck.
Breasts swinging rubbing up against his chest as she slide up to face him. Pressing her ruby lips to his in a kiss. Taking the initiative she was surprised, as it deepened, to feel his tongue forcing its way past her lips seeking out her own pink muscle. The two sensuously fighting, roaming around the inside of her mouth chasing each other.
"You really can be quite stupid at times, Stupid." She said once the kiss ended.
A strand of saliva connecting his lower lip to hers which she broke with a swipe of her tongue.
"I've been trying to get you to look at these things since we got here." She said leaning further against him.
Her giant boobies mushrooming up between them squished against his hard chest. Takashi feeling the hard points of her nipples trace across him as she moved.
"I…you're my friend I didn't…I didn't think…" Takashi said, as intelligent as he usually was.
His arms folding around her small back holding her even tighter against him. Saya's eyes widening gleefully as she felt his long, hard shaft rub up against her. Still holding onto him, almost afraid he might somehow disappear if she did, she reached a hand down starting to untie the front of his orange and blue gi.
"You are so dense at times. It's a good thing you're so cute." Saya said with a laugh eager to see the erection he had rather poorly been hiding.
"Uh…excuse me?" Came the feminine voice of an approaching woman walking up along the beach.
Trail of footprints leading back across around the shoreline where she'd landed her jetcopter. A pizza deliver cap pulled down over her long, curly red hair she was looking down trying to read the receipt as she balanced a stack of three boxes in the insulated warmer. A pair of very slender, long legs coming out from beneath a very short microskirt.
"Is this where Muten Roshi has gotten off too?" Angela asked mispronouncing the master's name like she always did." Because I'm getting tired of this. A forwarding address of "Two islands over" is not nearly specific enough. I don't care how much he tips-oh God!"
Coming close enough to see what the couple were doing, Angela could only stare in surprise and well…amazement as she caught a quick sight of the man's pulsating, hard tool before he tried to cover it. The two shrieking turning away shouting at her not to look as Angela blushed raising one hand to her mouth. Smirking as they ran off towards the house. Hearing a familiar voice crying out in exhilaration a moment later.
"Yep." Angela said, somewhat happier than she'd been a moment ago." This has to be Muten Roshi's place."
Comments: Yah! My first comment. First, Undeath, yeah...I really just thought the Bulma and Vegeta thing looked cool. So no Vegeta. Bulma might make an appearance through. As for your second questions I can assure you I plan to do something Kyoko, Misuzu and Toshima. XD Ishii I'm not sure, I want to do something with him. At the very least he deserves to have Miss Shizuka remember his blasted name.
A/N: Well that's the end. I hope you like it. Things are still going relatively slow through we've managed to have our first fight scene and of course Hasky showed Silver you don't need a dragon radar to go hunting for balls. And somewhere along the way we're going to have to run into some fricking zombies. Chapter 4 I promise. Anyway if you liked this, please leave a REVIEW. Even if you didn't like it. I can always use constructive criticism. Thank all of you for reading!