In an alternate where the legendary Saiyan, Goku, never returned from his fateful battle on Namek, the Earth was left vulnerable to the ruthless tyranny of the Planet Trade Organization. King Cold, the imposing and feared ruler of the universe, had come to the blue planet in search of the Saiyan who had dared to kill his son, Frieza. Despite the valiant efforts of the Z Fighters, they were no match for King Cold's overwhelming power. Even the proud Prince Vegeta, who would later go on to become a Super Saiyan, fell before the mighty king.
As the dust settled and King Cold surveyed the devastation he had wrought, his cold, calculating gaze fell upon a lone figure in the distance. It was Bulma, the brilliant and beautiful scientist, who had long been a thorn in the side of the Planet Trade Organization. With her signature afro style hair, she stood out in the crowd, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and determination.
Realizing that he had found the perfect bargaining chip, King Cold approached Bulma, his intentions clear. In a last-ditch effort to save her planet and the people she loved, Bulma made a deal with the devil. She agreed to become King Cold's pleasure slave, to share all of her knowledge and technology with him, in exchange for sparing the lives of the people of Earth.
Bulma, now donning nothing but cuffs and a collar, was made to walk around naked, her massive, jiggly ass on full display. She was no longer the proud and confident woman she once was, but a mere plaything for the king of the universe. In the depths of King Cold's formidable spaceship, a secret chamber concealed a spectacle that would ignite the most primal desires. Amidst the cold, metallic walls,Bulma, a woman of astonishing proportions, was held captive. Her vibrant blue afro cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face adorned with plump lips and piercing blue eyes.
Bulma's voluptuous curves were accentuated by her nakedness, save for the gleaming cuffs that adorned her wrists and the collar that encircled her neck. Her skin glistened with an irresistible allure, her breasts heaving with each shallow breath. Her buttocks, a masterpiece of nature, jiggled and wobbled with a rhythm that would drive any man to distraction.
King Cold, a towering figure with an imposing purple hue, watched Bulma with a predatory gaze. His own body was a testament to his virility, his massive purple phallus throbbing with anticipation. Bulma knew that she was his plaything, a mere object to satisfy his whims.
With a guttural growl, King Cold approached Bulma, his eyes burning with lust. He reached for her, his cold fingers tracing the contours of her curves. Bulma's body trembled with a mixture of fear and anticipation as he unhooked her collar.
'You are mine, Bulma,' King Cold hissed, his voice a venomous whisper. 'You will do as I command.'
Bulma knew there was no escape. She had been captured by King Cold's minions and brought to his ship against her will. Now, she was at his mercy.
With a swift motion, King Cold lifted Bulma onto a metal platform. Her blue afro spread out like a halo around her, contrasting starkly with the cold, metallic surroundings. Bulma's eyes flickered with a hint of defiance, but it was quickly extinguished by King Cold's piercing gaze.
'Ride me,' he commanded, his voice dripping with authority.
Bulma hesitated for a moment, her body trembling. She had never imagined herself in such a situation. But then, a strange sense of exhilaration washed over her. She had always been a curious and adventurous spirit, and deep down, she longed to experience something forbidden.
With a newfound boldness, Bulma straddled King Cold, her massive round soft ass began enveloping his purple phallus. As he began to thrust into her, Bulma felt a surge of pleasure she had never experienced before. Her body arched against his, her blue afro bouncing with each powerful of his favorite activities was to have Bulma ride him in the cowgirl position. With her massive, jiggly ass bouncing up and down on his lap, King Cold would take hold of her hips and guide her movements. Bulma would moan and pant as she took him inside her, her body shivering with delight.
'You like that, don't you, Bulma?' King Cold would growl, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. 'You love taking my massive purple dick inside you.'
'Yes, yes, I do,' Bulma would reply, her voice trembling with pleasure. 'I love feeling you fill me up, making me yours.'
As she rode him, Bulma would feel her body tensing up, the pleasure building up inside her. She would bend over, her ass in the air, as King Cold took her from behind. His massive size stretched her out, making her feel tight and full.
'You're so tight, Bulma,' King Cold would groan, his fingers digging into her hips as he thrust into her. 'I could stay inside you forever.'
As Bulma gasped for breath, King Cold's icy grip tightened around her throat, his eyes glinting with a predatory hunger. He dragged her to the center of the room, her naked body writhing in his relentless embrace. With a guttural growl, he thrust his colossal manhood into Bulma's throbbing pussy, the sensation sending shockwaves through her core.
Her cries of ecstasy and pain echoed through the chamber, a testament to the exquisite agony that coursed through her veins. Bulma's body arched in ecstasy, her massive ass protruded like a beacon of desire, its jiggly contours quivering with each thrust.
King Cold's relentless assault continued, each stroke driving her closer to the brink of oblivion. Bulma's body trembled uncontrollably, surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure that consumed her. Her moans and whimpers filled the air, a haunting melody of desire and degradation.
With each thrust, Bulma's arousal spiraled higher, her body becoming a vessel of insatiable longing. Her massive boobs bounced and swayed, their soft flesh pulsating with every heartbeat. Her blue afro danced around her head, creating a hypnotic spectacle.
King Cold's thrusts became more and more intense, his purple member pounding into Bulma's guts. She gasped and moaned, her body writhing with ecstasy. Bulma had never felt so alive, so desired.
As the climax approached, King Cold unleashed a torrent of cum into Bulma's body. She screamed with pleasure as the thick, white fluid filled her. It dripped down her thighs and pooled around her feet, creating a sticky mess that she reveled in.
King Cold watched with satisfaction as Bulma squirmed and wriggled in the aftermath of her orgasm. Her blue afro was matted with cum, her face flushed with passion. He had never seen anything so beautiful.
'You are my slut,' King Cold whispered, his voice filled with a sense of triumph. 'You will serve me well.'
King Cold wasn't satisfied with just taking Bulma from behind. He wanted more. He pulled out of her and positioned himself above her, his massive purple cock hovering just above her face.
'Suck it,' he commanded, his voice a guttural growl that reverberated through the chamber.
Bulma's eyes widened in horror, but she knew resistance was futile. She parted her lips, her tongue trembling as she prepared to submit to his degrading demand. With a swift motion, King Cold thrust his manhood into her mouth, his thick shaft scraping the back of her throat.
Bulma gagged, her body convulsing with a mixture of disgust and fear. She forced herself to swallow, the acrid taste of him filling her senses. King Cold's thrusts became more and more erratic, his movements fueled by a primal lust that seemed to consume him.
As the climax approached, Bulma reached up and grasped his testicles, massaging them gently in an attempt to appease him. King Cold let out a guttural roar, his body tensing as he released a torrent of hot, sticky semen into her mouth.
Bulma swallowed greedily, her tongue savoring every last drop. She could taste his power, his dominance, and the twisted pleasure he derived from her submission. King Cold pulled away, a satisfied smirk playing upon his lips.
As they both lay there, spent and exhausted, Bulma couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She had been taken by King Cold, but she had also experienced pleasure like never before.
As dawn broke, King Cold's desires satiated, he discarded Bulma like a mere plaything. Her naked form, glistening with the remnants of their encounter, was unceremoniously cast into a desolate chamber where he kept his other female admirers.
Bulma lay huddled on the cold, metallic floor, her body trembling. Coughs wracked her frame as she expelled the king's seed that clung to her throat. Her once-pristine skin was now smeared with the evidence of their debauchery.