As a somewhat regular occurrence, Bulma would feel herself getting horny for prolonged periods of time.
Though she usually tried taking care of it herself, in her spare time, the idea of having her de facto husband go about "helping" her was appealing.
As she would find on one such occasion, however, her attempt at convincing him to try failed.
He only grunted and rebuffed her, eating dinner as he always had before walking off to train more in the gravity chamber.
Watching after him, where Bulma would usually take it in stride, Vegeta's expression before he spoke, one of abject displeasure, gave her pause.
Left alone in her room later that night, she looked into the mirror to her right, gazing at herself in contemplation.
"I'm not getting less attractive with age, am I?" She asked, touching her cheek.
Though she tried to shake her head of the thought, it lingered in her mind, her state of arousal forgotten as she laid down in her bed.
Though she was no stranger to people being unaffected by her feminine wiles, since long before she'd even had her first legitimate boyfriend, Vegeta's persistent reluctance in even considering having a night of passion ate away at her.
She had dismissed his earlier refusals without a second thought, as it was his choice, with any added abrasiveness just him being himself.
But with that singular instant replaying in her mind, over and over, she began to reevaluate his refusals altogether, mind running a mile a minute to reach a solution.
She woke the next day to an empty bed, and, after getting up and about, she worked through her day, smothering the urge to show how glum she internally was.
Perhaps the only thing that had come as a pleasant surprise was when Gohan had come to visit to ask a favor.
The young man had gone through quite a growth spurt over the years, standing a fair bit taller than her.
The favor in question dealt with an issue that had cropped up just after he'd started school, with him needing a form of disguise whenever he helped using his powers in some capacity, as well as a way to do this in a quick and easy manner.
The idea was relatively simple, and with the requisite time to do it, she knew she could craft such a thing for him.
As she walked away to work on it, however, the thought of designing it to serve a specific purpose made her ponder a few things.
"... he's grown into a young man now. Would HE be interested in me?"
She looked down at the technology in her hands, pursing her lips as her machine created the spandex and material.
She couldn't, she thought.
It was the epitome of desperation, if she did that.
This was her best friend's son after all — doing this just to get a reaction out of him would be an unspeakably new low for her.
She shouldn't do it, and she wouldn't.
Her lips tightened.
She *wouldn't* try something like that... could she?
—
It turned out, she did.
She handed him the completed watch with a smile, even bragged about how easy it was for her, as a technological genius.
He activated the watch, and was excited at the resulting suit he gained.
"This is SO cool! Thanks a lot Bulma!"
She gave a sheepish smile, crossing her arms, "Really?"
"Yeah! This is just what I had in mind!" Gohan looked to the watch, to the button, and Bulma's tightened, her tensing as he reached to it. "All I have to do is press this red switch, right?"
Click.
The sound, and the sight of the clothes disappearing from Gohan's body, truly sealed the deal in Bulma's mind that she was past the point of no return.
Yet as the clothes disappeared, to reveal Gohan's naked body, the sight of him and his member being out in the open caused her to give a surprised look.
"Oh my..."
"H-Huh?! What's going on?!" Gohan exclaimed, looking over himself in his nudity.
Bulma glanced down to his member, and steeled her nerves.
"It seems something must've gone wrong." She said, a half whisper, leaning closer to inspect his manhood, giving him an ample look down her shirt to her cleavage, Gohan looking down there as she took a step forward, her feeling a small bounce to her bosom.
Though she'd hoped for the best, she'd wholly expected that he'd just be embarrassed and run away.
Yet it happened, faster than she'd thought possible, Gohan's flaccid cock suddenly growing stiffer and harder than she'd ever seen anyone grow before, her flinching back at the speed of his body's reaction.
She barely registered Gohan's shocked and embarrassed reaction, how he turned himself away while profusely apologizing to her for it, but Bulma only grinned broadly.
She felt emboldened, and grasped the hem of her dress, lifting it up and over her head, Gohan glancing back at her silence, only to give a shocked expression as her breasts flopped out.
"Why are you undressing?!" He exclaimed, confused about why she looked so happy about it.
"Don't worry. Let me "help" you with that." She said, tone flirting, Gohan blinking in surprise as she tossed the dress aside, grasping his shoulders to sit him down on the couch.
His eyes watched her naked body, especially her breasts, as she did this, him visibly tensing over, causing Bulma to giggle.
"Just relax!" She urged, looking to his erect cock and kneeling down before him, laying her E-Cup breasts on either side of his phallus. "It was my fault, right? That's why your penis is so hard? Wow, so BIG, just like your father~"
She firmly grasped his dick, feeling along the veins of the long dick before her eyes, how it was over a foot long, Gohan moaning her name with strain.
"It's fine," she told him, smirking up at him, "are you getting excited looking at my tits? Naughty boy." She licked her lips, then leaned forward. "Let me take care of this giant cock."
She gave a long lick up the length of his member, flicking her tongue off the tip, then engulfing the head of his member in her mouth, sucking softly, licking around the head, before engulfing more of his member with her lips.
Though she had gotten rusty in giving fellatio, Gohan's loud moans told her she was doing well enough, him throwing his head back in pleasure.
While she was happy to pleasure him, when he was aroused because of her, she noted that Trunks or Vegeta could come in at any time with all the noise he was making.
She slurped his prick a moment more, before her lips left his cock with a small pop, her looking up at him.
"Let me rub one out before anyone else comes, okay?"
Gohan panted, looking down as she grasped her breasts, her firm breasts being squished on either side of his member, Gohan's breath catching in his throat, her starting to tit-fuck him, the total hardness of his member amazing her.
The moments passed, Gohan groaning, clutching the couch pillow, telling her that he was about to cum, which promptly Bulma to resume sucking him off while tit-fucking him, her maneuvering her breasts along his prick, giving further licks along the head of his dick, her seeing how much he struggled to hold himself in, to prolong his pleasure, but it became too much.
His cock twitched, and thick, intense spurts of semen erupted from his member like a cannon, Bulma giving a shocked cry as she flinched away, his cock spurting more and more cum from inside, far more than any normal man could produce over a long period of time, and, recovering from her shock, she engulfed his cock in her mouth again, tasting his bitter semen spurting into her gullet.
His body spasmed and tightened faintly with each spurt, the shudder of his body invigorating her.
When his climax passed, at long last, Gohan looked down to find the woman he'd known as a child, her face and breasts covered in his semen, her spooning more of it from her finger to lick it up.
The sight erected something in him, and his cock stood up at full hardness once more in a split second, him dazed from his climax, but her words bringing him back to reality.
"Amazing... you let out so much, you even messed up the sofa!"
He looked, and his eyes widened in horror to find that that was indeed the case.
"I—I'm sorry!" He said, looking at how the couch was covered in strands of his cum.
Bulma, however, was preoccupied by the sight of his member being hard once again, her humming her approval.
"Gohan... why don't we continue this elsewhere? Somewhere more... private?"
She looked up at him, Gohan meeting her eyes, and his heart skipped a beat, seeing her blue eyes gazing at him with want and desire.
He offered no resistance, only nodding solemnly.
She rose to her feet, gesturing for him to follow, Gohan complying, eyes looking over the form of her body, how pronounced her womanly hips were as they held a natural sway to them, seeing how her buttocks rolled with each stepped, Bulma glancing back to this, catching where his eyes were, him perking up instinctively, with her satisfied grin doing little to ease his nerves.
In moments, they were in the shower, Gohan lowering his power level as much as possible, Bulma letting the waters clean her of his cum, before she turned to face Gohan, her rubbing her body against his, reaching down to his member to firmly stroke it.
"Does this feel good?" She asked him, as he gave small gasps, his lowered ki making him more sensitive to the sensations of her jacking him off, the feel of her breast squishing against his body nearly causing him to snap, but him gaining just enough control of himself to stop.
The idea of losing control again would be too much for him, especially in a situation Vegeta could very well catch them in, he thought.
Despite this, he couldn't help a small moan that came from his throat as Bulma kept stroking him off, her glancing down at the member in her hands and smiling.
Him being this hard for her validated her in ways she hadn't realized, all the great waves of insecurities from the night before vanishing with every second.
Her pussy had grown hot with the idea of this rod plunging itself into her, her body aching from her hormones to be satisfied.
"I can't wait any longer..." She released his cock, pressing her hand against the window pane, bending herself half over, pulling at her thigh so her womanhood would be more easily visible and penetrable. "Please, make me feel good too!"
As she stood bent over, fingers stretching her thigh out to make entry into her womanhood easier, her heart raced, seeing that huge, brazen, vein-covered cock sticking up, the young man aroused for her.
Yet she could see it in his frown, a hesitation that gave him brief pause, and Bulma's heart briefly sank.
Please, please do it, she willed, the seconds dragging, feeling like an eternity, only for him to finally step closer, her smiling broadly, feeling it as he placed his cock along the opening of her vagina.
Her hand moved to press against the glass pane of the shower, bracing herself, yet when his cock was shoved into her with great force, her eyes widened as it rammed firmly against her womb entrance.
"Oh — it's already at my cervix!" She cried, Gohan's hands taking a firm grip over her hips, before he started to give hard, succinct *rams* of his hips into her, each thrust nailing his hips into her harder, every push forward driving him in deeper inside.
In those moments, she felt so fulfilled, feeling his passion steadily seeping into his thrusts with every passing second.
Thoughts of Vegeta finding them died in his mind, inhibition gradually cast to the wind as he *felt* it, felt the pleasure of sex with every forward thrust and backwards pull of his hips, making him drive himself in harder and faster.
Before she knew it, Bulma was already giving out loud cries, the fierceness of his rapid thrusts causing her ample breasts swing forward and back violently.
As he watched her curvy form, his firm thrusts enabled him to shove his cock in to the base, their flesh clapping as her butt rippled from the force of his thrusts.
"Gohan, you're amazing at this!" She said, looking over her shoulder at him, his grunts being all that answered her for several moments.
"It feels so good inside — I can't stop my hips!" He cried, Bulma grunting, screwing her eyes shut, feeling it as her insides were churned by him, each scrape of his member pushing her closer and closer, until —
"Hey, Bulma!" Vegeta's voice yelled from just beyond the door. "Where's my combat armor?!"
Her heart skipped several beats, Gohan freezing in his thrusts, Bulma, brought back to reality, hurrying to gather her bearings.
"Erm," she tried to measure her breathing, to keep it from being obvious what she was doing with Gohan then, "your clothes are in the closet! On the second floor!"
He gave no verbal response, the only sound being the running water.
She looked back to Gohan hesitantly, a pit of guilt forming in her stomach.
She had to stop this, this wasn't right, she thought suddenly.
Despite the danger of getting caught, however, Gohan's grip tightened, her wincing faintly, looking into his eyes to find him with a pensive expression.
"Gohan, we don't have to keep going, if you don't want to." She said softly, Gohan catching her eye, holding her gaze, only to, after a moment, shake his head.
"I want to. Vegeta's pretty far away now."
"How do you — oh, ki sense." She grinned in sheepish embarrassment. "If you're sure, then... keep going for me."
His hands slid down from the curves of her waist and hips, fingers digging into the flesh of her rump, pulling out to just the tip, before he thrust it back inside as hard and as distinctly as possible.
Her vaginal walls had tightened around him, yet Gohan resumed and persisted, building his way back up to the previous speed he'd lost.
In moments, the lost intensity had returned, Bulma grunting in pleasure as he pounded away into her cunt without rest.
Her body began to heat up, her panting and sweating even amid the raining waters of the shower, Gohan's thrusts reaching a seemingly steady pace, only for her to cry out.
"No — HARDER!" She pleaded, hanging her head, him complying with only a grunt of strain, the twitching of his cock inside her telling her all she needed to know.
She struggled with him to hold back their imminent climaxes, yet she grew lightheaded, eyes closing tightly.
"Yes," she moaned, it feeling so good, the struggle being too immense for her to bear, a cluster of pleasure flooding her, "fuck me!"
The exact moment her mind couldn't hold it back any longer, she didn't know, only that mind went blank, an explosion of sensations rippling through her whole body, Gohan cumming amid that maelstrom of peak pleasure, Bulma shaking her hips to and fro.
His cock was shoved in as hard and deep as possible, Bulma wincing, his white hot semen spurting into her, pumping her womb full of his spunk.
Gohan looked down to her ample butt, thumbs pressing between her buttocks to spread them apart, him seeing her asshole, his seed overflowing inside her, gushing out from her cunt, the desire to stick his dick inside there great, but him restraining himself, thrusting himself back fully into her, Bulma grunting, biting her lower lip.
"It's pumping so deep inside me." She panted, reaching her hands up to hold his neck, Gohan's hand rubbing firmly along her thigh, other hand cupping her breast and squeezing tight, Bulma gasping. "I'll get pregnant from this!"
Gohan panted heavily, leaning into her ear.
"I'm sorry. It just felt so good." He whispered, Bulma shaking, nearly melting against him, only for his next words to give her pause. "I'm sorry that you had to deal with me."
These words brought back the memory of her actions with a vengeance, and her heart sank
She glanced away, closing her eyes, before loosing her arms from around his neck, stepping away, Gohan not stopping her, his cock sliding out of her, Bulma turning to face him.
"Gohan," she looked regretfully up at him, "I'm sorry."
He blinked.
"Sorry for what?"
She explained it to him, explained how she'd designed his watch to malfunction, designed it so that he'd be naked, and had tried to go about seducing him by way of using her body.
"I'm sorry." She shook her head woefully. "I lied to you, and took advantage of you. I just wanted to know that SOMEONE thought I was attractive. It's messed up, but I was honestly happy, happy that you can have this kind of reaction to me."
Gohan frowned deeply at this, Bulma, unable to look him in the eye anymore, looking down to the floor.
"You ARE attractive Bulma." He finally said, her looking up slowly. "You really, really are. I always thought so. I didn't know it was affecting you this much."
Bulma glanced down, only for her cheeks to redden upon seeing his cock sticking up all over again, her looking up at him, before wrapping an arm around her breasts.
"It was." She admitted. "You can leave if you want to. I can get your clothes."
She paused, seeing him glancing over her naked body all over again, but nodding, him awkwardly bringing his hands over his erection and making to walk out of the bathroom.
Glancing down, she spoke up without thinking.
"But if you want," she drew a circle in the steam covered glass pane, "we can have some more fun, if you're willing to try."
He took a moment to think on it, then turned to face her.
"If that's okay."
She nodded after a moment, and he stepped back inside the shower, her reaching forward, his hands pulling away, her grasping him and stroking his hard cock, looking up at him.
"You like breasts, don't you?" She asked, seeing him looking down at them. "You can feel them if you want to."
His hand reached to one of her tits, groping it briefly, before he pressed Bulma against the glass.
"Can we do it again, Bulma?"
"Yeah, we can do it as much as you want, just for today." She responded, Gohan sparing no time, grasping her by her knee, Bulma grasping his shoulders before hopping slightly on her one foot, Gohan reaching before she pushed herself up, him holding her knees up to his sides and uplifting her whole weight like nothing, Bulma feeling his stiff rod's head trail along the slit between her labia, reaching a hand behind herself, grasping his prick before aiming it inside her, Gohan thrusting inside, Bulma coming short of breath in response.
He stepped forward, pressing her against the window, her round buttocks pressing up against the window, Gohan returning to the act of thrusting hard and deep into her, the pane shaking after every collision of flesh, loud, firm steady claps that rang through the room, Bulma wrapping her arms around his neck as his manly dick scraped fervently into her.
As the moments passed, however, Bulma felt him taking a step back, instead reaching to her buttocks, holding her up like this, before he started to go about lifting and slamming her down on him, the hard clapping of flesh growing louder, Bulma crying and moaning at the fierce passion he displayed, his eyes screwed shut.
Bulma looked at his face, strained yet pleasured all the same, then began leaning forward, planting her lips against his, closing her own eyes, this causing Gohan's thrusts to slow faintly in surprise, only for him to kiss back, his cock nailing into her with a great vengeance, Bulma moaning into the kiss, but breaking it just as quickly, his hand sliding down to her waist from her butt, the other sliding to her knee, her hands loosening to lightly grasp his shoulders, her thrusting her hips against his with a grin as he did the same, them trying to meet each other halfway, Bulma, unable to hold her leg up any longer, planting her toes against the floor.
Despite her best efforts, her lack of physical endurance showed through, her face turning red mid-way from physical exhaustion, Gohan slowing down.
"Bulma, are you okay?"
"I—I think I'll be okay. I just need you to lay me on the ground. I don't have your kind of stamina!" She laughed, Gohan grinning before complying, hand on her back as he laid her down, hands pressed on either side of her head, her legs spread apart, before he resumed pounding, each ram of his cock into her making Bulma need a moment to steady her mind, something Gohan spared no time for.
He thrust powerfully, Bulma grasping his shoulders, getting a feel for how big he was with him being over her, before, with a singular motion, he floated just above her on the ground, cock still inside, before roughly bludgeoning his cock into her at much higher speeds and power than would be possible without raising his power too high, each thrust he gave driving him as deep as possible.
"O-Oh," she rasped, "you really ARE trying to get me p-pregnant!"
He only grunted, Bulma crying out louder, each successive cry growing closer to a scream, but him seemingly not deterred.
"Gohan—Gohan~!" She cried, face dazed. "Your dick — it's hitting all the right spots!"
His hands buried themselves in her breasts, squeezing them firmly, him grunting loudly as he only seemed to speed up, thrusting harder, until she could barely register when he was scraping inside or pulling himself out, only feeling the impact of his cock against her stretched pussy's cervix.
"Bulma, I'm about to cum!" Gohan said, eyes narrowed, gritting his teeth.
"Cum inside!" Bulma cried. "I want it inside!"
He grit his teeth, before, with an explosion of energy, he transformed into a Super Saiyan, Bulma's eyes going wide as his cock not only grew larger, but was coated in an energy she felt stimulating her immensely with every thrust.
The transformation lasted for but a few seconds, and yet both were driven to their limits as it was, Gohan shoving himself hard into her just as Bulma came, pussy coiling around his cock, but his potent, alien seed pumping in even more cum inside her then than before.
Gohan huffed, reverting to his base after a few moments had passed, pulling out, cock slathered with sexual fluids.
"Bulma, do you think you can keep going?" He asked after a moment, caressing her body, Bulma looking to him breathlessly and smiling.
"I need a minute, sorry."
He said it was okay, then pulled her up, holding her possessively in his lap as she panted, resting her head on his chest, his thick semen oozing out of her hole.
As she tried to gain her breath, Gohan looked down at her.
"Bulma, is today really the only day we'll get to do this anymore?"
She looked up at him, curious, then smiled.
"You want to do it again after today?" She asked teasingly, smirking at him, trailing her fingers along his chest, Gohan flushing.
"I-I do." He stammered. "But can we?"
She thought it over briefly, then nodded.
"If you're really feeling like it, then of course. Why don't I add in a communication function to your watch, so you can call me, hm?" She gave a flirty smile and wink up at him, and his cock sprang into hardness under her made her grin grow. "Is that a yes?"
"I... I think so." He smiled sheepishly, Bulma chuckling, then pecking his cheek.
"Alright." She nodded. "We can do it one more time today, okay Gohan? Then I have to go get your clothes."
He nodded.
"How do we do it though?"
"Well, if you'd be willing, you can take control and help me."
She adjusted herself, straddling his waist with her knees, his hands clasping her hips per her instructions, lifting her up, his cock's thick head grazing her pussy, oozing with semen still, before he harshly slammed her down on his cock, Bulma grasping his shoulders while gasping, Gohan looking down at her, then starting to lift and slam her down on his cock with great ease, Bulma gasping, her breasts jiggling with each slam, then starting to bounce, Gohan being impassioned by the sight, slamming her harder and harder on him, Bulma crying out, her legs straightening, planting her feet on the floor, only to wrap them around his waist.
Gohan floated to his feet, standing up, his slams of her body on his cock causing their flesh to once more resound through the room.
His hips nailing into her caused her to stiffen, her hugging him tightly, the power behind his poundings, and the slams of him onto his dick, making her feel as if she was being rocked around.
"Bulma, are you getting close?" He asked softly, grunting, his hand coming over her rump to cup her butt cheek, it jiggling in his grasp.
"Y-Yes," she answered breathlessly, "I'm almost there — harder."
His other hand came over her remaining ass cheek, hands gripping them and spreading them apart, him thrusting into her as hard and as fast as possible, eyes turning teal, before, with an explosion of energy, he transformed for a split second, concentrating his energy around his cock, the release of energy causing her to scream out at the top of her lungs, her stiffening completely, cumming intensely as Gohan grunted, cumming with her, shoving her down to the base of his prick, his semen overstuffing her womb and vagina, the excess splattering on the floor, the raining waters carrying it into the drain.
Bulma held him for a few moments more like this, unwinding her legs around him as he reverted to his base, Gohan huffing, Bulma doing the same, their eyes meeting briefly, before she lowered feet to the floor, Gohan letting go of her with clear reluctance.
"I'll be right back." She promised, stepping back. "Just let me find your clothes."
She worked to clean herself up for a few moments, Gohan watching her briefly before glancing away, face reddening, Bulma basking in the hot raining waters, closing her eyes, only to feel Gohan hugging her from behind.
He was silent for a few moments, Bulma not objecting to it, but when he did speak, it made her smile.
"You're beautiful."
"Hehe. Thanks." She said, looking to him. "I'll get you your clothes, okay? We can do this again whenever we're both free."
Gohan nodded faintly, stepping away, and Bulma went about leaving, wrapping a towel around her body, another towel around her head, as she moved to walk out of the bathroom.
Walking out into the air conditioned hallways, she felt greatly refreshed as she walked back to the living room, feet padding against the floor.
As she saw Vegeta in the living room, however, looking over the mess they had made of the couch, her heart stopped.
She saw him looking at her, gaze inquisitive, but she could offer no explanation to his unspoken question.
Despite that, he simply turned and walked away, going to the nearest staircase and climbing up the steps.
She loosed a breath, then looked to the mess in question, her realizing only then just how bad it looked.
"I've really done it this time." She grumbled, taking up her discarded dress and walking off.
He'd made questionable decisions in the past, sure, but Vegeta wasn't dumb.
He'd probably already connected the dots and didn't need an explanation.
It made her groan aloud.
"Guess I should start with this." She said, her donning her dress again before following where Vegeta had gone.
She didn't know what to expect when she got up there, but on finding Vegeta there, grabbing his armor from the closet, she spoke up.
"Hey, Vegeta?"
He looked over to her, but said nothing.
"You... know what happened, right?" Bulma asked.
"It doesn't matter." Vegeta replied bluntly, Bulma falling silent.
"Vegeta... what do you mean?"
"It doesn't matter what you were doing. I don't care." He said, walking to the nearby bathroom.
Bulma frowned, watching as he stepped out after a few moments.
"Vegeta, is something bothering you?" She asked as he passed her. "You've been acting strange these last couple days."
This made him stop, pausing.
"I've been acting strange for far longer than that." He replied. "This is just who I am."
Bulma furrowed her brows.
"What are you *talking* about?"
"Tch. You wouldn't understand woman." He spat, walking out of the room, Bulma flinching at the tone of his voice.
Left alone for a few moments, she could only respond in one way.
"What the *hell*?"