Three months had passed since Chi-Chi accepted Gohan's relationship with Android 18. As Chi-Chi's due date approached, Gohan continued to split his time between checking in on his mom and staying at 18's place in West City.
During this time, Gohan and 18 discovered the simple joys of being together. Exploring the city, sharing laughter, and cherishing quiet moments became integral parts of their relationship. West City's lively atmosphere added a vibrant backdrop to their love story.
Gohan's visits to 18's place transformed it from a quiet space into a home filled with shared experiences. Their bond deepened, defying expectations. Days were spent in ordinary yet special activities, like meals and quiet evenings. Gohan, continuing his Saiyan training, found a hidden spot in West City for his sparring sessions.
As their connection grew stronger, time seemed to adopt a different rhythm for Gohan and 18. Days and nights intertwined, marked by shared meals and dreams of the future. Back at her home, Chi-Chi embraced the reality that her son had found unexpected happiness. The prospect of becoming a grandmother brought a mix of feelings but promised a new chapter of joy.
In moments of reflection, Chi-Chi smiled, reassured that Gohan was responsible and cared deeply for 18. The impending grandparenthood, though different from her expectations, felt right. She learned that happiness could manifest in unforeseen ways, and Gohan's choice brought genuine joy to their lives.
Gohan and 18's relationship became a vibrant thread in the fabric of their days. The lights of West City mirrored the brightness of their unique connection. As Chi-Chi anticipated the arrival of baby Goten, she felt a sense of peace, realizing that love, no matter its form, could weave a strong family bond.
Gohan and 18 were on the couch watching a movie. Her head was on his lap as he sat up. Ever since he had decided to move in they couldn't keep their hands off of each other. She could feel the print of his dick through the grey sweatpants he was wearing against her. She immediately felt hot flashes as her pussy became wet . She couldn't take it anymore. standing to her feet she then got on her knees in front of Gohan.
Gohan keeping his eyes on her knew what was going to happen. He slid his boxers and sweatpants down revealing his large dick in front of her face. She smiled as she took it into her mouth. The sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth made him groan. She kept sucking and licking his dick. He started to moan louder and louder. She loved hearing him moan. It turned her on so much more than she thought it would. She continued to suck his dick and he grabbed her hair. He pulled her off his dick. "Get on the couch." He said.
She nodded and got onto the couch on all fours with her ass facing him. He quickly got behind her and put the tip of his dick at the entrance of her pussy. Rubbing it against her wet slit until he finally pushed deep inside of her. She let out a loud moan. He started to thrust harder with each stroke going in and out of her creating a rhythmic beat from her ass clapping against his upper thighs.
He continued this for a few minutes until could feel himself getting closer to an orgasm. He didn't want this to end just yet so he held it in. "Gohan I'm gonna cum soon!" she cried out. He didn't care he wanted to fuck her. She felt so good, her tight wet pussy gripped around his dick as he continued to go in and out of her.
"Gohan! I'm cumming!" she screamed. He felt her pussy tighten around his dick as she climaxed. Her legs shaking uncontrollably as he continued to drill into her. He felt his own orgasm coming. He shoved his dick deep inside of her as he came. He came hard inside of her. She felt him shoot his load deep inside of her. She loved the feeling of his warm cum inside of her. She felt his dick pulsate inside of her tightening her pussy around him each time she felt a pulse squeezing every last drop out of him.
slowly pulling out of Android 18 he sat back down with his dick covered in her juices breathing heavily. She looked over and smirked. "Are you ok?" Gohan gave her his signature goofy grin. "Yea, that orgasm just took a lot out of me." He said as he gave a small yawn. 18 got up and went to the bathroom to get a warm wet wash cloth so her boyfriend could wipe himself off.
"Thanks babe." Gohan said as he took the wash cloth from her and wiped himself off. "I'm gonna head to bed to take a nap, I have to leave go and help Bulma in a bit." She kissed Gohan on the lips and with her icy blue eyes and smiled. "Thank you for being you. Don't ever change." Kissing him one more time she went to the room to lay down for a few. Gohan pulled his sweatpants back up and breathed deep as he continued to watch the movie that was playing. He really enjoyed his life here with 18, but something felt off. Maybe he was overthinking.
Deep within the heart of the forest, a dense canopy of towering trees formed a natural sanctuary, their intertwined branches creating a mesh that filtered the sunlight into a dappled dance on the forest floor. The ground was carpeted with a lush layer of moss and fallen leaves, muffling any sound as if the very essence of the forest held its breath in anticipation.
Amidst the tranquil surroundings, Piccolo, the Namekian warrior, stood surrounded by the ancient, towering trees. The air buzzed with an energy, an unmistakable presence of power. In an impressive display of Namekian technique, Piccolo had cloned himself into two identical counterparts, forming a trio of green-skinned fighters in the heart of the secluded woodland.
The first clash echoed through the forest as Piccolo engaged his clones, each movement calculated, every strike delivering a symphony of martial prowess. The swift kicks and powerful punches resonated through the stillness, the intensity of the training leaving visible ripples in the air. The clones mirrored Piccolo's moves flawlessly, their coordination a testament to the Namekian's mastery over his own abilities.
As the training session escalated, Piccolo seamlessly transitioned between offensive and defensive maneuvers. He executed intricate throws, leveraging his agility to outmaneuver his clones. Green energy crackled in the air as Namekian techniques were unleashed, creating flashes of light that illuminated the surroundings.
Despite the apparent harmony, the combat reached a crescendo, pushing Piccolo to the brink of exhaustion. Sweat dripped from his brow as he skillfully dodged attacks from his relentless clones. The forest floor bore the marks of their struggle, the moss and leaves displaced by the dynamic dance of combat.
Piccolo's clones closed in, their relentless assault leaving him with little room to breathe. In a moment of tactical brilliance, he strategically removed the weighted cloak that had draped over his shoulders, a symbolic gesture marking a shift in the intensity of the battle. The cloak descended to the ground with a heavy thud, creating a mini-crater as if the very weight of Piccolo's training now rested upon the forest floor.
Freed from the constraint, Piccolo's movements became swifter, more fluid. He danced between his clones with newfound agility, countering their strikes with precision. The air hummed with revitalized energy as Piccolo, now unburdened, pushed himself beyond the limits he had faced moments ago.
The forest, witness to the Namekian's relentless dedication to self-improvement, held its breath once more, the training session continuing in the depths of its ancient embrace. The echoes of punches, kicks, and techniques resonated through the woodland.
After a few hours of Piccolo's rigorous training reached its conclusion, his clones, reflections of his own strength, seamlessly merged back into him. The air seemed to settle, and the once-intense battlefield within the forest returned to a peaceful sanctuary, the only evidence of the training session being the displaced leaves and the slight breeze stirred by Piccolo's movements.
A sense of accomplishment radiated from the Namekian warrior as he stood whole again, the echo of his exertions still lingering in the air. Breathing deeply, Piccolo relished the familiar feeling of his own power, the result of dedicated training that constantly pushed his limits.
With heightened Namekian senses, Piccolo became aware of an unusual disturbance in the air. It wasn't the faint hum of a plane or the rhythmic thumping of a helicopter; rather, it was the distinct, low-frequency rumble of engines, unmistakably belonging to some kind of spacecraft. His head tilted slightly, focusing on the distant sound as it permeated the stillness of the forest.
The Namekian warrior, his cape fluttering in the breeze, ascended into the air above the towering trees, seeking an unobstructed view of the sky. At first glance, the skies seemed serene, devoid of any visible intruders. No planes, no helicopters, and not even a bird in sight. However, Piccolo's heightened senses, honed through years of training, picked up on subtle disturbances.
Against the backdrop of the sky, something attempted to conceal itself, perhaps employing advanced technology to remain unnoticed. The edges of Piccolo's keen vision caught the faintest distortion, a ripple in the air that betrayed the presence of an object attempting to mask its existence.
Despite his exceptional Namekian senses, Piccolo found himself unable to detect any traditional Ki signatures emanating from the concealed entity. This anomaly intrigued the warrior; it was a puzzle that defied the conventional understanding of energy signatures. A nameless unease settled over him as he pondered the nature of this elusive visitor, his gaze fixed on the concealed disturbance in the sky.
The concealed ship's metallic doors slid open, revealing fifty soldiers clad in sleek black armor. Tynok, the elite warrior, emerged last. The soldiers formed a disciplined formation, awaiting orders. Piccolo, hidden in the shadows, observed with growing concern. "This isn't good," he muttered. He flew over cautiously, confronting the ominous group. "What business do you have on Earth?" he demanded, his eyes narrowing.
Tynok, with a transparent scouter covering his face, approached Piccolo. The scouter scanned the Namekian, revealing a power level of 43,000,000. "You're pretty strong for a Namekian, but what are you doing here on Earth?" Tynok asked, sidestepping Piccolo's initial question. Piccolo, suppressing his true power level, retorted, "You should probably answer my question first." His tone grew more assertive.
A smirk crept across Tynok's face. "Unfortunately for you, Namekian, I only answer to my Liege." Piccolo, recognizing Tynok as the possible leader, observed no one else among the warriors. "If you plan on doing harm to this planet, I have no choice but to destroy you all here," Piccolo declared. Tynok raised an eyebrow, dismissing Piccolo's threat. "As if you could do anything of that sort, Namekian."
In response, Piccolo erupted with a purple aura, powering up with a fierce roar. The numbers on Tynok's scouter rose before it exploded from the overload. Piccolo materialized right in front of Tynok, landing a powerful punch to his face. Tynok stumbled back, caught off guard, as Piccolo continued with a flurry of kicks and punches.
"This Namekian, he's abnormally strong," Tynok thought. He managed to create some distance and powered up to match Piccolo's level. Piccolo, shocked by the sudden increase, realized Tynok was studying and copying his moves. The fight intensified, with both fighters trading blows and Ki blasts. Piccolo noticed Tynok imitating his fighting style. "The longer this goes on, the more of a disadvantage I'll be at," Piccolo strategized.
As the battle unfolded, the ship opened again, revealing a colossal figure in black armor with a red cape. The soldiers kneeled, and even Tynok stopped mid-combat to bow. Piccolo, sensing a demonic energy, shuddered in fear. The imposing figure, the King, commanded Piccolo to kneel. The sheer pressure sent Piccolo crashing to the ground, unable to resist.
"My word is absolute, for I am King. Next time you raise your head to me, I'll cut it off," he sent the warning to Piccolo, yelling down at him. "Tynok, take control of the platoon and search this world for Dragon Balls. Kill anyone who opposes my authority. I'll deal with the Namekian."
"Yes, my Liege," Tynok replied, swiftly splitting the platoon into groups to search for the Dragon Balls. The King's red eyes locked onto Piccolo. "Let's have some fun," he declared menacingly.
With Piccolo immobilized, the King approached him. "A Namekian resisting my command is a rare sight. Perhaps you'll prove entertaining." The King's voice resonated with a sinister edge. Piccolo struggled against the invisible force holding him down, realizing the gravity of the situation. The King, shrouded in malevolence, prepared to unleash his own dark power against the Namekian.
Meanwhile, Tynok and his platoon dispersed across the planet, scouring for the Dragon Balls. The fate of Earth hung in the balance as the King's oppressive presence loomed over Piccolo, promising a confrontation of cosmic proportions.
A/N: A lot will be explained on who or what the bad guys are next chapter. Sorry for the wait. Work has been kicking my ass but it's my pleasure to deliver this chapter to you guys. Stay safe during the holidays and leave a review