A/N: I HAVE RETURNED! It has been years, but here I am BACK to continue the stories of anime girls and guys which I used to enjoy writing so much! Updates will be slow, and mostly centered on continuing or completing currently unfinished stories and commissions, but here I am again!
Mountains Around Dr. Gero's Secret Lab:
The pursuit of the last loose android in full swing; it was only a matter of time until the pursuing Z Fighters tracked him down and destroyed him, ending the fight for their planet's survival before it had even begun. The Prince of all Saiyans powering ahead at top speed, his black hair blowing in the gusts of his blue ki aura, even with all the action going on Vegeta still wore his trademark scowl, "Hmmph! How humiliating..." He said to himself, flying in the direction he had guessed Gero had ran off in, the mighty saiyan arms crossed over his armored chest, "...Of all the weak Earthlings there it was a super saiyan who let the android escape!..." Mentally wanting to throttle the stupid boy for his lack of foresight prior to giving Dr. Gero the one chance he could have asked for to escape certain death, at the same time Vegeta couldn't help, but to smile a little.
"...Still...if he hadn't done that then I wouldn't have anyone to fight..." An evil grin tugging at the side of his lips the more he thought about it, it was true, at least now he would have the opportunity to truly demonstrate his newly acquired super saiyan power, "...That woman certainly wasn't going to give me a chance..." Thinking back to the magnificent display of brutality and sheer physical as well as mental superiority Eighteen had demonstrated whilst fighting Android 19, Vegeta could still feel his cock throbbing against his thigh, "...What a woman...She could have ended that little skirmish the moment she stepped onto the battlefield, but instead she drew it out as long as she wanted..." Chuckling at the memory, he hadn't missed the distraught expressions on her comrades' faces while she beat the lone android into scrap metal, "...Even with Kakarot's son crying and sputtering, begging her to finish it already...she didn't..."
The saiyan prince reaching down to adjust his battle suit slightly, the movement of fabric giving him some respite from the snugness of the material around his groin, he swallowed back a moan, "...She fought a battle she'd already won just because she wanted to..." Recalling the way she'd moved so swiftly with each of her punishing blows to her mechanical foe, there was not a moment's hesitation between every hit, every strike, "...A fight for the sake of it...I haven't seen something like that since my early days training with Nappa..." The former general of the saiyan armies who had first served his father with great distinction before becoming the Prince's mentor and subordinate later in life; Nappa had held much respect from him prior to their arrival on Earth, "...Those stupid Bas thought their mental powers would save them...but they were helpless to his spectacular strength..."
Closing his eyes to replay the destruction of Guldo's people again and again, as fun as it had been seeing Nappa annihilate a race he could have exterminated in a single energy blast, this fight had been fun for different reasons, "...Speaking of spectacular things...Heheheh..." Chuckling as his mind once more returned to the blonde's systematic destruction of the android clown without mercy, he grinned, "...That woman...Eighteen...she really has one hell of a body..." Mentally undressing the female android in his head, if anything Vegeta found his own imagination wanting, the true wonders of her body surely better than anything he could think of, "...Hair short enough for fighting, gold color of the super saiyans, strong legs for kicking, and eyes full of a lust for killing..."
Slowly shaking his head from side to side the more he thought about her, Vegeta could feel his body becoming more and more aroused merely thinking about the most saiyan woman he had seen in decades, "...And best of all, a pair of big fat tits fit for a Queen!..." Almost laughing he felt so giddy over it, never had he seen a more fitting mate for the King of the next generation of mighty saiyan warriors. Back on planet Vegeta, as fighting was the one thing virtually all saiyans did for both a living as well as fun, muscles were the mainstay of the saiyan physique, "...Sorry, Bulma, but as well-endowed as I thought you were, you're, but a mere third-class consort compared to her..." With muscular builds by far the most common of his race, the few females endowed with voluptuous womanly curves were prized by the royal family to breed a stronger, mightier race of heirs.
"...Even my own mother wasn't half as blessed as Eighteen is..." Recalling perfectly the majesty of his mother, she was the pride of the entire saiyan race, the most beautiful female, fit only for the most powerful male to bed, "...Heh! She'll make the perfect Queen for my new kingdom..." Imagining the children he could father with such a female, perhaps one day the saiyan race could be born anew, an idea which even a week ago was thought unattainable! The prince's mind dropping down into the land in which Roshi spent his every waking moment, he certainly wouldn't mind the perks of making those new saiyans, "...And spending the rest of my life fucking that feisty Eighteen and her huge tits every single night won't be bad either..." Laughing even louder than he was before at the visions of power and ecstasy awaiting him, the blonde's curvy body moaning beneath him as he pounded into her, making her enormous natural breasts bounce up and down while he coated her perfect naked body in his seed, "...COME OUT ANDROID! IT'S TIME TO DIE!"
The Prince of all Saiyans blasting off, Trunks and the rest of the Z Warriors weren't far behind, each of them looking high and low for the fugitive android. Trunks and Piccolo the only ones staying together, partly because the Namekian was the sole person able to keep up with the super saiyan youth, the pair staying on Vegeta's trail, "Damnit! I can't believe I helped him escape! Gah! I'm such an idiot!..." Gritting his teeth together in sheer frustration, it was all because of him that Dr. Gero had been able to flee, and that was while Eighteen had, had him on the ropes! "...If I had just let that bitch finish him like she had the other one this would be over already!..." Holding his fists in front of him as he and Piccolo flew along over dozens of jagged crevices big enough to easily run through, the Namekian was giving him a weary look.
"I may be mistaken, but 'bitch' is an odd term to call an ally, especially one that was in the middle of saving all of our lives..." The Namek causing Trunks to glance over his shoulder at him, the super saiyan kept on flying, not even responding to what his fellow fighter had just said, "...I know you and her aren't exactly friends, but perhaps it would be a good idea to drop it for the time being..." Seeing the young man still not replying, instead just staring ahead with that same look of resolute anger he'd had this entire time, Piccolo furrowed his brow at him, "...Or...am I right in thinking that you're planning on evening the score when this is all over?..." A few moments passing while the pair flew over the rocky crevices sprawled out below them, finally Trunks responded.
Still facing dead ahead in the direction Gero had fled in, Trunks' voice was dire and full of hate, "...What would you do if you had to treat the woman responsible for murdering millions of your people like a friend?..." He asked, his tone somber though still laying bare his emotions over the things Eighteen had done in the future he came from, "...She and her brother killed everyone important to my Mother...then enjoyed themselves making our lives a living hell..." His golden super saiyan locks blowing back around his head as without warning his speed increased, Piccolo had to struggle to keep up with him now, "...Having the time of their lives doling out pain and misery to every living being without mercy..." Fists clenching shut so hard they were beginning to shake at the force of his muscles contracting, Trunks finally turned back to look at his comrade.
"...I know she doesn't look the part...Who would ever think a girl that looks like her could commit such atrocities..." Meeting Piccolo's gaze, the Namekian could see a small hint of pink cross Trunks' cheeks as he spoke, though an expression of shame crept up on him as well, "...A...b-beautiful curvy blonde woman as the destroyer of our entire civilization?...What a joke!" A scowl fighting back to wipe away the shameful blush that had been contaminating Trunks' features, the young man's intensity was startling, "...I saw the way your friends were looking at her! Krillin, Yamcha, Tien..." The overwhelming anger boiling within him spilling out onto his face, teeth baring in a hardened furious frown, "...The whole time she was tormenting that other android they couldn't stop ogling her body..."
Gritting his teeth together as he could feel his super saiyan aura flaring up around him, his green eyes showed Piccolo a vision he hadn't seen since the battles on Namek, "...She may look like a pretty girl with big tits, but make no mistake...she is no different than Freeza..." He said, his eye beginning to twitch, the true nature of the female android they had all been starting to call 'friend' shone in a different light to him, "...The only reason she hasn't murdered all of you is because my Mother put special blocks in her mind to keep her from doing it..." A ping of realization hitting the Namek right then and there, Trunks could tell that somehow he had already known about that one restraint on the android's spectacular powers, "...Wait...How did you already know about that?..." He asked, the reaction from the Namekian unmistakable, he had known about Eighteen's mental blocks before now.
"...Because she told me about them..." Piccolo said, managing to regain his normal cool demeanor once he got over how Trunks was starting to fluster him, "...I had a feeling about it when she was sparring with Goku...then she confirmed it when I asked her about it..." Seeing the surprised expression on Trunks' face now when he said that, even Piccolo couldn't hold back the urge to smile a little, "...If it makes you feel any better Freeza liked to expose his weaknesses too..." Still seeing the look of confusion Trunks was staring back at him with, the green man closed his eyes, slowly shaking his head before reopening them again, "...But so far she has done everything she could to help us...even saving Gohan and Bulma on a few occasions..." Trunks only beginning to glare at him that much more at the mention of that terrible android having 'helped' his mother when all she had ever done was bring her sadness, Piccolo frowned again, "...Look, none of us here were with you in the future...and apart from attacking Yamcha for his stupid pick up lines she hasn't done anything wrong to us..."
Trunks' lower lip starting to shake the longer he heard the foolish Namek go on and on about how 'good' the monster of his future had been to them in this timeline, finally he cooled off, "...You're right...None of you were with me..." He said, golden eyebrows lowering with an intensity not seen since the final fiery battle on Namek with the evil tyrant, "...But that's only because she had already killed you all..." The super saiyan's tone making Piccolo's blood begin to run cold at the bluntness of his final words, suddenly he felt him begin to pick up steam. Powering up even more, his aura flaring up around him, Piccolo's raced to match him, Trunks first then the Namek taking off at full speed in pursuit of the saiyan prince. The two flying high above, below them in the maze of rocky crevices covering the landscape, the search for Dr. Gero on foot was still on.
"Holy shit! And I thought the way she reacted to what I said was bad!..." Yamcha said as he, Krillin and Tien rushed through the twists and turns of the stone covered terrain, "…Eighteen tore apart that other android faster than Goku tears up a buffet!..." Seeing his friends' faces turn to him, the speed of the pursuit at hand unwavering, Bulma's former boyfriend felt a sweat drop fall down his scarred face at the things he'd teased the blonde bombshell with before, "...Maaaaaybe it would be a good idea to back off on the pickup lines with her…at least for a little bit…"
Hard boots beating into the dirt, their speed too acerating whilst they spoke, their joint purpose of catching the masterful Dr. Gero at the forefront of their minds, even still, the deadpan looks he received from his friends said it all, "You say that as if you weren't the one hitting on her the moment she showed up…" Krillin replied, his face, though sans a nose still perfectly expressing how he felt about Yamcha's statement before hardening back into a serious one once more, "…And anyway, where the hell did all of that come from?..." Memories of Eighteen's savage disassembly of Android 19 flashing across his mind, the sight of a fighter…no…a woman using their superior strength over another to such brutal effect beyond what even he had seen over the years rocked his psyche, "…I know she's the definition of an Ice Queen, but there's a big gap between that and being a cruel monster!..."
Cruelty, it was a word that had a face to Krillin, red eyes full of dread and a pair of long bull-like horns protruding from an enormous nine foot bulk of alien muscle…but to everyone else, that being was known as Freeza… The agony of being impaled upon the Galactic Emperor's razor sharp horn one he would never forget for as long as he lived, it wasn't a memory he ever expected to return to his mind at the thought of a beautiful woman. Short blonde hair, as light and delicate as silk fluttering across icy blue eyes upon skin so perfect even a porcelain doll would be jealous at the sight of it...Eighteen was as far from the grotesque space lizard as anything could be…yet still they both shared that word to the bald warrior…cruelty.
Krillin's outward expression deadening with his inner thoughts, a blue hue tinting his otherwise healthy-looking skin, it was enough to draw the attention of Tien away from his intense focus on the chase, "Hey, Krillin…you alright there, buddy? You're looking a little pale there…" Two eyes plus one extra focusing on his short comrade, the fighter merely nodded in reply, a lump in his throat finally going down at his friend's concern, "…Listen, I get what you mean though; that was really something else back there. I for one, didn't expect any of what just went down to happen…" Bracing himself at the sensation of a sharp outcropping slicing into his shoulder with his temporary loss of concentration, the fissures in the ground through which they traveled starting to narrow, "…To see Goku of all people lose like that…just for a woman who looks like…that to step in the way she did…it's absolutely out of this world…"
The primitive parts that existed in the mind's of males of all species was present even in its most well-mannered members…not just men such as Yamcha. An uncomfortable blush crossing his normally stoic cheeks at the mere thought of her, going off of just looks alone there was nothing about Eighteen that was anything, but the definition of feminine. Those blue eyes and soft blonde hair, her smaller, thin, yet still incredibly curvy figure standing out so firmly against the backdrop of the otherwise all male Z Fighters…the only two things that stood out more firmly being the objects of lust for that 'monkey brain' all men were cursed with. His third eye getting in on the blushing game now, Tien couldn't help admitting to himself that even his gaze had spent more time than it should have on Eighteen's absolutely impressive assets, "Right!? One second she's bouncing around all over the place…and the next she's murdering it with a smile on her face!" Tien's red blush instantly paling into a blue one to match Krillin's at Yamcha's outburst, the three of them kept running…unknowingly closing in on Gero's secret lab.
Wastelands, Site of Android 19's Destruction:
"Oh, Kami, Eighteen! Please! Wakeup!..." The sound of Gohan's distressed voice echoing across the empty battlefield, where once over a dozen of the world's strongest men had stood, now there was left only two women and a boy, "…Please!...You HAVE to wakeup! I can't lose you too, Eighteen!..." The source of the young man's concern lying motionless on Bulma's lap, her battered and scorched features hanging limp despite his manic pleas. The sight of seeing his father, Goku falling into a disabled heap on the ground a dozen feet away from where they sat was already too much for the kid to bear. Now…even with his father's gradual recovery as their friends helped him to get up, Eighteen still hadn't risen, "…You're supposed to protect me, remember?! How can you do that if you're dead!? Please, Eighteen! I need you to open your eyes!"
The hand of the woman who was like a second mother to him landing on his shoulder, Gohan's flaring emotions started to cool in a matter of seconds, the relief of her touch one that even his own mom could rarely muster, "Shhhh…Relax, Gohan…I promise she'll be alright…look…" Bulma's gaze meeting the half saiyan's own for a moment, the pair turned to look down at the fallen blonde android, the faint, yet unmistakable sounds of breathing permeating their ears, "…She may be an android, but she's still a woman…and trust me, we can handle getting blasted in the chest every once in a while…" Mentally chiding herself at her own immature joke, she'd have to remind herself she wasn't just hanging out with her essentially all male friend group at the moment, but rather her best friend's kid, "…Uhhh…I-I mean…Well…some more than others…but luckily she's got plenty of padding-"
Now a different female hand clasping onto its target, Bulma let out a stifled gasp at the small gloved fingers silencing her words before she even realized what had happened, "Finish that comment and you won't have any padding of your own in a sec—Krrrrr-Uggh!" Electrical shockwaves surging through the android's body moments after her regaining consciousness, Eighteen gagged on her own words now, more frustrated than anything that she'd forgotten the consequences of threatening the bluenette, "…Gah!...Damnit…I hate that stupid woman…" Coughing as the last remnants of the jolt left her nerves, she suddenly felt the breath get knocked out of her as a small, rock hard weight crashed into her chest, forcing the awakening android down from Bulma's lap and flat onto her back on the hard rocky ground.
"…AHHHH! EIGHTEEN! YOU'RE ALRIGHT!...I'M SO HAPPY THAT YOU'RE ALRIGHT!..." Tears of sadness turned rains of relief flowing like rivers down the pre-teen's cheeks as he cried into the blonde's chest, her body still clad in his own shirt while her own repaired itself beneath, "…I…I thought I'd lost you…I…I didn't think you were going to get up again!..." His hands balling up into fists as he gripped and tugged at his own shirt though it draped across his protector below him, the soft fleshy feel of her large breasts below the fabric by his knuckles unnoticed by the boy, "…B-But you're here…you're alive…Eighteen…th-thank you…for saving my Dad…" Gohan's rough, calloused palms opening up and he fully propped himself up on the older woman below him, for any of the other Z Warriors the twin globes of soft squishy flesh filling then overflowing from his open hands would have been unmistakable, but being the mere 'boy' he was…Gohan was yet to realize just where he was touching his recovered friend, "…Thank you…for saving…all of us from that android…"
Looking down into the light blue orbs of Android Eighteen, the mightiest woman ever to walk the Earth, even as Gohan's tears begun to dry…he couldn't help noticing just how wide open those blue eyes were…or that ever deepening shade of red beginning to spread across the blonde's angelic features, "…Ummm, Gohan…I need you to hurry up and get off of me, okay?..." She said, those grey blue mirrors into her soul looking him dead in the eye, the Son boy gave her a confused look in return, for he had no idea what the female was blushing about…that is…until Gohan's own 'monkey brain' got its first spark of life, "…Gohan! I said you need to get off of me—" Silky blonde hair sweeping across her eyes as she instead tried to force herself up off of the ground, all the woman had managed to do was sit herself up and in doing so pressing those delightfully plump perky spheres of feminine fat even further into Gohan's outstretched palms.
The pre-teen's shirt falling to the ground between them when she tried to sit up, at the very least Eighteen's clothes had about finished repairing themselves, thanks to Bulma's designs, but even still…it wasn't what Gohan was seeing that was the problem at the moment… 'Well…I can't say that I have no idea what he's feeling right now…' Bulma thought with a grin, the bluenette having to cup a dainty hand over her mouth to keep from bursting out laughing at the sight unfolding before her. Gohan may have had larger than average hands for his age, as was to be expected of his saiyan and Ox King heritage…but even then he stood absolutely no chance at containing the oversized cantaloupes that Eighteen called her breasts, '…Heheheh!...Go, Gohan! I figured you'd turn out to be a booby man…just like your Dad…' Smirking even wider at the instinctive flexing of the lad's fingers into the soft, jiggly flesh below them, even without knowing what he was doing, the Son's body knew to give the ripe bounties laid out below him a testing squeeze.
Gohan's inexperienced hands giving Eighteen's heavy double E cup melons several more tentative squeezes before either he nor the stunned blonde below him knew what was happening, in a flash though he now found himself to be the one flat on his back, "…Like I said, Gohan…you needed to get off of me…one way or the other…" Brushing some blonde bangs behind her ear as she stood up beside him, Gohan found himself still stunned by the experience that had seemed to happen even as he found himself powerless interfere with it. Those heavy natural boobs Eighteen was so self-conscious of…and the other Z Warriors were SO conscious of, giving several strained bounces as they wobbled and jiggled around in her shirt when she stood up, now Gohan was the one left red in the face, "…Now hurry up and stand up…We need to get going after Dr. Gero…"
Watching her help her asset back to his own feet, Bulma could only smirk at what she was seeing, Eighteen turning to look away not a moment after the boy had gotten up again, the embarrassment written plainly across the blonde's features was clear as day to her, '…Heh…Well, if that ever gets back to the rest of the guys I think Gohan might just be their new hero…' Giggling to herself at the looks of jealousy and shock stretched across her friends' faces if they were to find out that Gohan…sweet innocent little Gohan had managed to cop a world class feel of Eighteen's huge tits whilst all they could do was drool over her, it made it so tempting to tell them…maybe, '…Though I'd say being softly knocked on your ass is more than getting off easy…' Her own cerulean orbs turning onto Eighteen's flustered expression, the normally stoic woman clearly quite frazzled by the impromptu breast massage, all Bulma could do was break into a full laugh at the next thought to cross her mind, '…Though I think if anyone is going to be getting off from this later…It's not going to be you, Gohan…' Pupils locking onto the two pebble sized points tenting up through the material of her thin white t-shirt as she turned away from the scientist, there was no mistaking just how much Eighteen's body enjoyed the budding man's touch on her breasts…even if she didn't realize it…
A/N: Yes, I have returned from the dead…Lots of the same drama I've always had on top of losing a lot of weight and coming into my own is the short version of where I've been these last few years. Truthfully, every time I tried to come back, I was unable to muster the enthusiasm or feelings to write. This takes a lot of emotional energy trying to take on the different characters' emotions and personalities in all of these events in stories, let alone lemons. Prior to now, I just haven't been able to handle it. The 19th chapter I posted the other week had been sitting around for years waiting to be edited and posted so it wasn't new work. This chapter only had two thousand words in it so the second half after Vegeta and Piccolo is all from today. I know it isn't the same size as I used to write, but to reduce the stress on myself I'm just going to stick to shorter chapters for everything for the time being. At least until I get my abilities back to 100 percent. Four thousand is a decent amount for a chapter provided it isn't interfering with the story flow, though for future lemons I'll write I of course will have the lemons self-contained in the chapter/one shot so don't worry about them being chopped up. I'm not a savage lol.
I was very happy to receive so much happiness and welcomes to my return, thank you all for your support and love over the years. I hope I am able to keep you entertained with my stories of big boobied babes! Speaking of, thanks for those few who saw my unannounced poll, I'll leave it up on my profile all the same though. I wanted to make sure Eighteen's boobs in this story were very big, but not overly unrealistic so 34 Double Es which is the same as 34 F cup fit the bill of very big, especially on an otherwise fit figure, without looking fake. I'm overjoyed to know everyone else feels the same. I considered editing chapter 2 due to the complaints I've gotten over the years of it, but after going through some I decided to leave it. Anyone who reads my stories knows what's coming…and it's big boobies and LOTS of attention to them!
Cya in the next chapter! Maybe by sticking to smaller updates I can keep the pressure of writing so much from killing my drive to create, I certainly felt my spirit returning as I wrote this chapter…Can't wait to hear what you have to say and if you've got any questions please feel free to message me!