A/N: Still alive! Sorry I don't update much. Life is busy in a good way, but it leaves little time for writing. Know that I'll never give up on this story. This story started so long ago – I deleted it once so the published data you see isn't the real date. I'm pretty sure the first chapter of the DB era was published in February 2019! It may sound funny, but some chapters are so old that they sometimes surprise even me, and I'm the one who wrote them!

Last time we saw Roshi, he'd decided to impregnate Erasa in the throes of passion. It also awakened something within him – a desire to go and impregnate the many women of the Dragon Ball world. Who will be the first to help him realize his ambition?!

Let's continue this perverted tale!

Chapter 12: Get Pregnant!

And thus Master Roshi's new journey had begun. A newfound purpose after years – decades even – of desiring nothing more than feminine beauty. What had once been nothing more than a wish to gander at the spectacle of women, had evolved into the need to couple with them. Only inside young Erasa's youthful body, had his ambition progressed onto the next stage – to leave his mark and impregnate those who struck his fancy.

Master Roshi was no fool. He knew this wasn't as simple as letting loose inside all women he knew without restraint. Restraint was important; a man like Vegeta would not forgive a transgression such as impregnating his Bulma, no matter how much the old man dreamed to breed the woman who had started his journey all those years ago. Some women would be easy to knock up; others required careful consideration.

Launch had been supportive of his decision. She had promised to love him without expectation or need of monogamy. This was who he was, and she could not change that – nor did she want to. Her face had only contorted once during his tale – when he boasted about impregnating young Erasa.

Launch didn't mind sharing, didn't even mind her master conceiving with other women, but she had wanted to be the first of many. She agreed to all his wishes, but on only one condition.

She would be the next one he'd impregnate. On that she refused to budge, and Master Roshi would not refuse her.

The air in their bedroom was heavy with the scent of sweat-drenched skin and lingering arousal. Flickering candles danced in the gentle breeze. Melted wax had pooled around the candlesticks to show how much time had passed. The sound of ragged breathing had filled the space, their sweat-covered bodies grinding in lust-filled desire.

Launch's body glistened with a sheen of perspiration, her skin flushed a deep shade of pink as beads of dried sweat clung to her curves. Traces of cum streaked across her abdomen, thighs, and breasts. The old master's arms encircled her thighs, his crooked elbows forming a makeshift cradle, lifting Launch's body into the air. Her knees bent, her calves dangling above his forearms as he supported her weight with ease, holding her suspended.

With a grunt of effort, Master Roshi began to thrust upward, his hips thrusting relentlessly as he drove into Launch's waiting body. The candles flickered wildly as the sound of slick flesh slapping against slick flesh echoed through the room. "Kyaa!" Launch's arms instinctively wrapped around Master Roshi's neck, her hands grasping at his shoulders as she sought to anchor herself amidst his wildness. "Master!" Her fingers dug deep into his muscles, her nails biting into his skin as she struggled for balance, her body helpless to resist the force of his thrusts. His own arms held firm, hands supporting her ass as he continued to drive into her, his fingers digging into the tender flesh as he employed every ounce of strength to hold her aloft. Using her curvy ass as leverage, he lifted and dropped her onto his cock.

"M- Master!" Her legs trembled in his grasp, her toes curled and uncurled as he pounded her raised form, his strokes fierce and untiring. Each impact sent ripples through her body, jostling her breasts and causing her head to loll back, her jaw unhinged to vocalize each and every grunt. Her breasts swayed like pendulums, falling before rebounding upwards, propelled by the sheer force of his lust.

Sensing the impending climax, Master Roshi's grip on Launch's buttocks tightened, his fingers bruising her skin as he held her in place. "Get ready, Launch!" He surged upward, burying himself to the hilt within her quivering depths. "Get pregnant!" As his balls constricted, ready to unleash, he felt the familiar tingling sensation in his loins, signaling the imminent eruption. With a strangled cry, he let go, unleashing a torrent of semen deep within Launch's receptive womb. Even after many releases, the amount was ample. After so many years since their first meeting the old turtle hermit finally impregnated his dutybound maid.

As Master Roshi's cock pulsed violently, launching wave after wave of scalding seed into her core, Launch's entire being convulsed in primal abandon. Her body arched backward, her spine bowing as if to escape the intensity of the sensation, while her inner muscles clamped down on his shaft, milking him dry. A low, throaty moan escaped her lips, barely audible over the roar of blood in her ears, as she felt the blistering warmth spreading through her womb, filling her to overflowing.

"Master Roshi!" He was finally doing it! Her old master was putting a child in her womb! "I love you, Master!" As the old man emptied his balls inside her womb, Launch's own climax fluttered to life, a delicate tremor that sparked a squirt of her own juices. The transparent liquid threatened to escape her pussy if not for the thick piston of her old master serving as a cork. Even as Launch's squirt threatened to expel the remnants of Master Roshi's seed, his still-half-hard cock stubbornly refused, allowing only the smallest amount of fluid to escape around its girth.

Both bodies were spent, slick with perspiration, their chests heaving with ragged gasps as they struggled to catch their breath. Sweat-drenched locks clung to Launch's forehead, framing her flushed face, which wore a sated smile. The air was heavy with the musky scent of sex and sweat, their mingled body heat radiating off of them.

Gently, Roshi laid Launch down on the bed, her limp body allowed to rest as he gingerly made sure her head was supported as it fell into her pillow. Even now he kept himself inside, as if it would somehow ensure her pregnancy – in actuality his usage of ki to strengthen his seeds would more than suffice.

"Heh heh!" They had been going at it for hours. He was insatiable, so he had allowed himself to act on urges that were unproductive in his goals, occasionally opting to cum on Launch's face or breasts. She was far too pretty to ignore all of her just to fill her womb. Master Roshi's perverted gaze devoured his maid. He licked his lips as her chest rose and fell with each labored breath. He drunk in the delicate beauty of her features and the subtle flush that painted her cheeks a tender pink. His gaze wandered lower, tracing the elegant curve of her neck, the swell of her breasts, and the flat plane of her stomach. As his admiration lingered on her engorged sex, he felt his semi-hard shaft pulse. He eyed the tender, puffy folds of her labia, now plump and swollen from their earlier coupling. The delicate petals glistened, the drizzle of his own jizz seeping from her cleft.

Another pulse from his prick, this time accompanied by a heavy glub of arousal. He swallowed heavy. "Launch?"

"Hmm?"

"Can you transform?"

In her tired state, Launch mumbled something akin to a chuckle. Her old master was so insatiable. Even after hours of lovemaking that would have quenched the thirst of any other man, one look at her made him hungry for more. She alone was not enough to keep up. It's why they together were so perfect for him. If one fell, the other took over.

Her nose twitched. Her eyes widened briefly before she let out a powerful sneeze. "Ah-choo!"

In an instant, her transformation began. The soft blue hair rapidly shifted to a vibrant, wild blonde, cascading down her shoulders in unruly waves. Her muscles, previously delicate and fatigued, swelled with newfound strength. Her slender arms and legs became more defined, muscles rippling beneath her now taut skin. The tired, gentle demeanor was replaced by an aura of fiery confidence and raw power. The transformation had not only changed her appearance but had also infused her with boundless energy.

"Huh?" Launch's green eyes pierced her surroundings and connected the dots. She knew why she was summoned. She was to present.

With a newfound vitality coursing through her veins, Launch slowly turned onto her side. She brought one knee up onto the bed, then the other, assuming a deliberate pose that left no doubt about her intentions.

"I take it this is what you want, old man?" Unlike the blue-haired counterpart, her voice was gritty. Loud and rough, but brimming with confidence. Yet, hidden within that roughness, was the affection she had for the odd geezer. As she raised her hips, offering herself to Master Roshi with calculated precision, her supple back arched in a perfect, inviting curve. The sight was nothing short of breathtaking. The delicate, glistening folds of her cum-leaking vulva seemed to quiver with anticipation, as if beckoning him back. It was a brazen invitation that dared him to reclaim what was rightfully his.

"Heh heh!" Without hesitation, Master Roshi responded to Launch's implicit summons. He shifted closer, his hands grasping her hips to steady himself. His fingers bit gently into her skin as he positioned himself behind her, his cock twitching with urgency. The broad head nudged the entrance to her sex, pausing for a heartbeat before he surged forward, burying himself balls-deep within her once more. He thrust into her with a deliberate, powerful motion, filling her completely.

Launch's breath hitched, her eyes fluttering shut as she absorbed the sensation of being stretched and filled. Her inner walls clenched around him, gripping him tightly, as if her body was reluctant to ever let him go. A low, guttural moan escaped her lips, the sound rich with a mix of pleasure and need. Her fingers dug into the sheets, knuckles turning white as she braced herself for what was to come.

It was early in the morning when Master Roshi made his way to the kitchen for a glass of water. Effort had made him dehydrated and his mind groggy. There was a strain after last night that weighed heavily on his weary muscles. His throat felt dry as he sluggishly made his way to relieve the ache.

Cool water lifted his spirit with each sip, revitalizing him. It was quiet. Everyone was still asleep. Being alone so early in the morning allowed him to be introspective.

The old hermit had made his decision. His scheme to impregnate many different women had come to him so suddenly. He was quite confident that it had been something he desired even before he was balls-deep inside young Eresa. And yet, not even the act of inseminating Eighteen had brought this ambition about before that point. So why did he want to do this so suddenly?

Once, before he met Goku and Bulma on that fateful day that changed the course of his life, he wanted nothing more than a quick flash of skin. He'd been terrified to ask for that blowjob after Bulma had shown him her muff so suddenly. Then he wanted nothing more than to screw as many gorgeous babes as he could.

Was this nothing more than the next step of his ever-increasing wants and needs?

He'd never been such a hit with women before in his life. Not even when he was younger. Perhaps relishing their bodies alone was not enough for him anymore. All his conquests had such wide hips and spirited bosoms. They were all ripe to bear children. Was it some sort of innate desire that compelled him now that he had so many women to choose from?

If he saw it as the logical next step from where he was before, it did make sense to him. From a pure biological standpoint, it did not make sense to gather a group of women to be sexual with without at some point feeling the need to ensure the survival of the species – the survival of his own bloodline to be exact. He was born with an unusual appreciation for the feminine physique, it was only natural he would arrive at this point somewhere in his life. He loved the woman body much more than the average person. And thus, he wanted to impregnate the woman body much more than the average person.

Eighteen had been the first, followed by Erasa, and now Launch had undoubtedly joined their fate. It was a list to be proud of. It was a list that made him the envy of many men, though he didn't care about that at all.

And it was a list he desperately wanted to expand.

He took another sip of water. With Launch now no doubt inseminated it was time to choose a new target. There was a woman in his life who was practically made to give birth a child. Wide hips that ensured childbirth, and massive breasts that boasted her fertility and guaranteed ample nutrition. Not that he cared much about those biological factors. They might be driving him, but he just liked her big tits and curvaceous hips. It was that simple.

It were those simple wants and needs that drove him to his next conquest.

Maron truly was a goddess. As he watched her, there was no doubt in his mind.

She had reclined across the bed, her porcelain skin glowing in the soft lighting. The old pervert's gaze had been inexorably drawn to the sumptuous landscape of her body. The delicate curve of her neck gave way to the generous swell of her bosom, those luscious mounds spilled outward slightly to the sides, their tender tips pointing invitingly toward the ceiling. Her arms stretched gracefully above her head, exposing the tender hollows of her armpits, while her legs splayed lustfully apart, revealing the glistening mysteries within. Her face was a the perfect mix of confidence and desire, her full lips parted ever so slightly, and eyelids heavy-lidded. She looked at him expectingly.

As Roshi settled into position, his lite thighs brushing against Maron's flanks, she felt his lean physique press against her body, just below her jugs. His knee caps sank into the mattress beside her, leaving most of his weight supported by the bed. The angle of his straddling form forced her attention onto the rock-hard piston, barely visible passed the ample swell of her chest. It pulsed, as if sensing her gaze. A haze of lust descended upon Maron as the old man's lanky form placed himself atop of her, a heated hue flushing her skin. A wordless invitation to touch.

Roshi's face flushed with pent-up longing as he gazed adoringly at his target, his dark eyes burning with an almost feverish intensity. "Squeezy" Squeezy! he exclaimed. With excited hands, he reached out to claim his prize, wrapping his fingers around the lush curves of Maron's breasts. He cupped the full globes, marveling at their plush softness. Her nipples pebbled beneath his touch, reacting instinctively to his caress. Roshi's chest heaved with excitement when he parted the globes to make room for himself to slide between her steep valley.

As the old master's cock slid between her breasts, Maron moaned as his arousal cooled her burning flesh. The tip of his prick peaked from her fleshy grip, leaking arousal. Even her ampleness was not enough to hide his piston fully. She couldn't help but imagine how he must see her - her tits, soft and vulnerable, cradling his rigid length like a sacred offering.

Roshi groaned as he began to move. They felt so smooth and silky, their mammoth size the perfect cradle for his immense length. As he settled into the rhythmic motion, his gaze fell to the sight of Maron's breasts, captive beneath his thrusting cock. Roshi loved the feeling of his cock nestled between her spectacular mounds, but perhaps even more enticing was the view of it. From his vantage point, dick nestled in the warm crevice between Maron's tits, he marveled at their majesty. They were a marvel, these soft, yielding globes that refused to fit in the cups of his hands. Not overly large compared to her thin physique, but so full and supple, with a subtle swing with each thrust, rippling with a tantalizing sway. He could feel every inch of her flesh yielding to his, the suppleness of her breasts allowing him to mold them to his will. "Maron, your tits are so fucking perfect."

His praises were dripped with adoration, making Maron's face burn with embarrassment even as her nipples puckered further, responding to the illicit attention. She bit her lip, Roshi's slow, deliberate thrusts seemed designed to make her drown in pleasure. His pre-cum felt so soothing. Roshi picked up pace, his gasps growing louder. Her arms hung limp at her sides, palms facing inward, keeping her tits compressed together with perfection, creating a sultry valley that ensnared the hermit's cock in a scorching embrace, ensuring that his dick remained snugly imprisoned within the silken vise of her cleavage.

"Ngh~!" Maron moaned, a sound of elation that made the old man's rhythm falter. For a moment, their gazes locked. There was a flash of desperation on Maron's face. It was as if she beckoned him to cum. Do it, Roshi! Maron thought as the old man growled, surrendering to the primal urges driving him, pounding her cleavage with reckless abandon. The sound of slapping skin echoed through the air as he unleashed himself upon her breasts, his cock pistoning wildly as he chased the orgasm clawing its way up his spine. Sweat slickened his brow, and his balls drew up tight as he felt it building.

There was one last, brutal stroke, and he was done. "Maron!" His cock speared deep, the head breaching the apex of her cleavage, and then he came. A torrent of cum burst forth, jetting upward in a scalding geyser that splashed across her flushed face.

As his cock finally surrendered to the overwhelming pressure, a fountain of cum erupted from the tip, bursting forth in a blinding flash of white that exploded across Maron's face. "Kyaa!" The first splash hit her squarely on the bridge of her nose, then streamed downward in twin rivulets that bisected her cheeks, leaving shimmering trails of seed in their wake. A second, more powerful jet struck her full on the lips, parting them in a soft 'o' of surprise as the sticky fluid overflowed, drizzling down her chin and neck in syrupy slow motion. The white liquid seeped into the corners of her mouth, her eyelids fluttering shut reflexively against the unanticipated onslaught.

Spurts of semen continued to jet forth as the geezer kept thrusting, splashing and coating Maron's chin, the sides of her face, and even her closed eyelids. Throughout it all, his cock remained lodged between her breasts, still pumping out residual spurts as his body jerked and twitched through the final throes of orgasm. Maron's hands instinctively rose to cup around his shaft, trapping the last few drops of ejaculate between her palms and the base of his cock. Her chest heaved with faltering gasps.

Roshi pulled back, his chest heaving, his eyes glazed as they regarded his cum-covered prize. Her skin was set aflame, cheeks rosy from the fire raging beneath, as she gazed up at him with longing. Sweat-dampened strands clung to her forehead. The corners of her cum-stained mouth curved ever so slightly.

"Roshi," she breathed, licking her lips. Her gaze was filled with desire, her face red in heat. The air was heavy with lust. She felt his eyes follow her hand as it trailed down her body. Past her developed mounds, gingerly tracing past her taut stomach, past her trimmed crown until she landed at her engorged labia. The petals, swollen and glistening opened at her touch. "Here," she pleaded. "I want it here."

The busty goddess did not have to ask him twice. The old man's shifted his weight and rolled over her, his fists and forearms keeping him from falling headfirst into her chest. Not that he would've minded it mind you, but duty called for him to ensure another child. More proof that he had indeed lived a blessed life. He grinned, his plan about to reach its final stage.

Maron's body tensed as Master Roshi's thick shaft stretched her open. Her walls clenched around him, trying to accommodate his girth as he inched deeper and deeper. Each time he pressed further, she let out a soft moan, a mix of pleasure and pain. "Oh Dende~!" Her face flushed red, and her breaths came in short gasps as she took every inch of his mastery. Overwhelmed by the sensation of being stretched so wide, Maron's body responded instinctively. She grabbed onto the headboard for support, pushing back against Master Roshi as he drove into her. Her legs widened further, unabashedly exposing herself further, taking him in further, feeling inch after inch fill her until she felt his tip poke against her cervix. She moaned, her pussy lips quivering, her body adapting to the size of his cock. "So good!"

Roshi groaned, his head lolled back as he enjoyed the squeeze around his shaft. As he knelt between her splayed legs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs to hold them aloft, he began to piston in and out of her receptive body with a slow, deliberate rhythm. He began his lazy strokes. With each plunge, he felt her inner muscles flutter and grip, milking his shaft with such urgency the hermit hissed air through clenched teeth. "You feel so good, baby!"

Her blessed body rippled so easily. With each successive thrust, her luscious tits jiggled and swayed, the rounded globes rippling like waves of water, their large nipples standing erect. Her meaty thighs rippled and flexed with each clash of their groins. Her milky body glowed sultry, glistening with sweat. The soft curves of her belly undulated softly with each inward stroke, while the sweet, tender folds of her labia puffed out and drew back in with each retreat. And throughout it all, her face remained a picture of abandoned bliss, lost in the throes of a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. She was such a visual spectacle!

"Maron!" His grip on her thighs tightened. Yes, she was the one! The perfect woman to bear him another child. He wasn't able to hold back any longer. He started to thrust faster and faster, causing Maron to cry out in ecstasy. She gripped the headboard even tighter, her knuckles turning white as her body struggled to adjust to the relentless pounding. Her wetness coated his shaft, allowing him to slide in and out with ease through the tightness.

Maron bit her bottom lip, trying to stifle her cries, but her ecstatic expression gives away just how much she's loving every second of it. Her back arched, her tits jumping. The old man was treating her like an onahole, delving into her without relent, and she was loving it! "Yes! Yes!" He mercilessly plunged in and out, her insides gripping him like a velvet vice. "Just like that!" Maron moaned loudly, her body writhing in pleasure as she takes the full force of his sexual prowess. Her hips moved in sync with his rhythm, allowing him to penetrate even deeper. "More! More!"

Marom's ample breasts – large, firm, and topped with sensitive pink nipples, swayed and bounced with the rhythm of Master Roshi's relentless pounding. Roshi swallowed audibly at the sight. Being able to drink milk from such incredible jugs... Their child would be so lucky!

One hand came undone from the headboard to cup one majestic jug in her hand, using her fingers to tease the erect peak. Her fingers squeezed and massaged the soft flesh, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to her core. She pinched and twisted lightly, causing her to gasp and writhe even more beneath him. Their breathing was ragged, their gasps and groans entwining.

Roshi's thrusts accelerated to their peak, losing their measured cadence as his control frayed, his breathing devolving into ragged gasps. The muscles in his arms corded as he grasped Maron's thighs, pulling her closer still, his fingers digging deep into the plush flesh. His face contorted, the tendons standing out in his neck as he fought to prolong the torment, his own body trembling with pent-up release. He slammed into Maron with reckless abandon, his cock pounding out a furious rhythm.

Each thrust pounded into her cervix, Maron's breathy gasps turning into deep, wanton moans that filled the room. She whimpered occasionally when pain and pleasure mixed, her voice trembling. "Roshi!" Maron's entire frame quaked, her body no longer hers to command as Roshi's frenzied pounding propelled her toward the precipice. "I...! I'm...!" Each brutal impact forced a helpless cry from her lips, her mouth agape, her chest heaving. Then, without warning, her climax burst forth, a torrent of convulsive tremors that wracked her body. Her pussy milked Roshi's shaft with an insatiable hunger, the contractions fierce and eager.

"Maron!" As the goddess' cavern crumbled around him Roshi couldn't hold it back any longer. He delved as deep as he could before his seed exploded from his cock in thick, pulsating jets, shooting deep into Maron's womb as if driven by an ancient command to claim and impregnate. Fertile eggs awaited the onslaught, helpless to resist the flood of ki-powered sperm.

Get Pregnant!

Maron felt the flashflood of heat immediately, though the intent eluded her. After so many couplings without repercussions, the dangers of pregnancy didn't even cross her mind. Roshi's body bucked, wrung out by the force of his ejaculation, his roar of completion mingling with Maron's cries of pleasure. Liquid pulsated up her cervix to cloud her womb. Her belly was filled with semen, prolonging her own climax.

Roshi did his best to top her off, using his girth to cork her the best he could – as if he needed to with so much. His upper body curled, rolling his hips hard to jot the last deposits from his aching sac into the night's bitch. A successful breeding he would think.

"Oh wow~" Maron felt the pressure on her insides, the strain of withholding so much of Roshi's ejaculation inside without any way to relieve the excess volume. Her entire body was limp and boneless. She barely had the strength to put a hand underneath her navel. It was as if her belly was growing. It wasn't a significant growth, but she certainly felt the mild stretch from her insides.

As Roshi remained lodged within her, his still-pulsing cock slowly relinquishing its steel-like rigidity, she felt the pressure in her stomach lessen. He'd dwindled enough for seed to leak around the edges. "Phew!" Roshi breathed as he pulled back from his latest conquest, his semi-erect piston slipping out from the dazed woman's vagina; white jizz dribbled out of the unsealed cunt, her body unable to absorb the pure ampleness of his release. It dappled and soaked into her bedding as it slowly streamed out of her stretched hole.

As expected, he thought, still catching his breath. The goddess of fertility indeed.

Maron was sound asleep next to the geezer, her breathing slow and steady after such an exhausting coupling. She looked so peaceful. A shower had made her body clean on the outside and her bedding had been changed. There were some things that could not be cleansed so easily however. She didn't know yet that her life had changed forever. It would take a few weeks for her to realize she was with child. Unlike Launch, Roshi had not spoken of his plan with Maron. Like Erasa before her she had allowed him to puncture her without protection. That in itself he took as consent.

Carefully, he ran his hand through her turquoise hair, careful not to wake her. Maron was ditzy, but she meant well overall. He'd make sure she'd be supported throughout this new stage in her life. A plan had formed in his head about how to ensure all his conquest were well taken care off. Though he was yet to work out the kinks of it all.

Much more important than that was who would be his next conquest. Launch, Eighteen, Bulma and Chi-Chi were the women closest to him. Two of them were already claimed, leaving Bulma and Chi-Chi. Both were enticing prospect, but came with considerable risk.

He silently admitted Bulma was the one he wanted to impregnate most of all. In hindsight, he should've done it all those years ago, back when he claimed her for the first time in exchange for putting out that fire. She'd even worn a bunny outfit; bunnies were renowned for their reproductive abilities. Then again, without Trunks, humanity would have lost to the Androids so... perhaps it was for the best. Still, he doubted Vegeta would appreciate finding out that Bulma had conceived a non-Saiyan child. Goten and Trunks had both been born without a tail, so it would be possible to fool him, but he didn't dare risk it for now. He was too new to this kind of scheming.

Which left Chi-Chi. Chi-Chi was... complicated. Goku was dead and had no plans to return to his family. That boy's negligence of his hot wife never ceased to amaze him. Still, that meant that a sudden pregnancy would initiate tons of questions about the father. Other than Launch, no one knew of his relationship with Chi-Chi. Gohan would demand to know who the father of his new sibling was, and Chi-Chi would never refuse such an earnest request from her son. Personally he wouldn't really mind having their relationship out in the open, but Chi-Chi probably felt differently.

So how was he going to...? His hand reached for his beard. A habit when he wanted to think.

An idea struck him.

Hypnosis?

He enthusiastically stroked his beard. Yes, that could work. Hypnotize Chi-Chi and plant an idea in her head that she had a one-night stand with a total stranger. She hadn't used protection and suddenly found herself with child. With Goku vowing to never return, it wasn't like anyone would hold it against her.

It was a bit foul but... He'd make sure to support her. Hell, he already did that. No one would have to know he was the father. Her sons would be even more thankful for all his help, never knowing he was the one to put the baby in their precious mother in the first place.

There was a shrewd glimmer in his eyes. Yes, this could work.

The game was on.

"Really, Roshi, must you always come when Gohan and Goten are away? Can't you find some other poor soul to pester?"

Roshi was visiting the Son residence. Chi-Chi welcomed his occasional visits, even though she knew the intent behind his visits were usually foul. With Gohan's enrollment into high school and Goten's many visits to West City to play with Trunks, it'd often get lonely all by her lonesome.

"In the end it all worked out I guess," Chi-Chi concluded as she took a sip of her wine. Despite the tragedy that was the last parent-teacher meeting, Gohan was acing algebra with flying colors. She'd been furious with the repulsive old lecher at the time for abandoning her like that, but she had calmed down now that there were no repercussions. At times it was good to remind herself how much she and her family had felt reassured by his financial support.

"Heh heh!" Roshi let out his trademark laugh. "Leave it to Gohan to sort it all out. That kid sure is intelligent. It sure is a blessing he didn't inherit his father's smarts."

There was no need to act different than usual. She knew what he was about. He was a pervert, and she always gave in in the end. Still, there were butterflies in his stomach. He was nervous – it reminded him of when he asked to see Bulma's panty all those years ago. He took a deep breath to calm himself. Don't show your intent. You've grown past that. Just do it as you always do!

Chi-Chi's expression remained a mask of polite tolerance, her dark eyebrows faintly raised as she drank her wine. Her silence was a palpable thing, weighing heavier with each passing moment.

She regarded him with curiosity. He seemed more docile than usual, she realized with annoyance. Raising two sons alone wasn't easy. She needed to vent. Should she be more seductive? The thought made her cringe, her mind rebelling against the idea of showing too much appreciation for his haughty schemes. "Roshi," she said, the syllables infused with a subtle irritation at his delay, "my sons won't be coming home for a couple more hours."

The hidden meaning behind her words did not escape him. He shook his head, eroding his nervous thoughts. This was no time to worry. He had a plan to act out!

Chi-Chi could hear the old pervert stir. He stood up and sat down next to her. He placed one hand on her leg, gingerly stroking her smooth skin. She cocked her brow as she eyed him, her eyes filled with mischief. "You have no shame," she lectured him. She was stern, but her voice betrayed her acceptance.

The geezer chuckled softly, his hand still resting on her leg.

Chi-Chi's brow remained cocked, her lips pursed in mock disapproval, even as her thigh muscles relaxed beneath Roshi's tantalizing strokes. Her toes curled ever so slightly, betraying the flutter in her chest. Despite her best efforts, her gaze couldn't help but dip, tracing the trajectory of his hand as it meandered higher, his fingers dancing along the hem of her dress. A flush bloomed across her cheeks, warming her complexion. Though she tried to sound stern, her words emerged laced with amusement, "What do you think you're doing, old man?" Her hand floated up, hesitating above his wrist, threatening to intercept his advance, yet seemingly unwilling to actually stop him. The subtle tremble in her fingers belied her feigned reluctance, and instead seemed to urge him on, as if daring him to cross the threshold.

"Heh-heh." Roshi's knowing glint hinted that he was more than happy to oblige, his fingers edging closer to the sensitive skin underneath her dress.

Chi-Chi's pulse quickened, her breathing growing shallow, as she awaited his next move with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. Then, with deliberate slowness, Roshi's hand paused, hovering mere inches away from the tender crease where her leg met her thigh. His gaze locked onto hers, piercing and intense. His fingers stilled, poised on the precipice of discovery, as if savoring the anticipation building within her.

She could not be blamed for the sudden gasp that left her throat. It was much more fluid than she had thought it would be. As Roshi's palm cupped her mound, a spark of electricity shot through her core, setting every nerve ending aflame. "Gnh!" Roshi's touch was a gentle caress, yet it held a certain firmness in its actions.

"Perv..." she breathed, though the words didn't hold any venom. Her panties, initially a barrier, now seemed a fragile membrane separating his skin from hers, a thin veil threatening to dissolve under his tantalizing ministrations. Without conscious intent, Chi-Chi's thighs relaxed, parting ever so slightly to grant him access to the secrets hidden within. The motion was almost trivial, but still a subtle betrayal of her resolve, sufficient to encourage Roshi's questing fingers. With a firm determination, he began to rub her snatch through the dampening fabric, the friction eliciting tiny gasps that escaped her control. Those sounds, barely audible even to herself, were a confession of longing.

As Roshi's fingers continued their languid exploration, Chi-Chi's lips compressed into a thin line, her teeth sinking into the tender flesh to stifle the whimpering cries that threatened to escape. It did nothing to stop her from whimpering. Roshi's hand shifted, his thumb pushing aside the wet fabric to expose her engorged labia, which pulsed with an unspoken hunger. The cooler air caressed her inflamed skin, drawing a faint mewl from the back of her throat despite her best efforts to silence it. "Ahn."

Roshi's body ruffled once more. As his knees touched the floor, Chi-Chi's could hear the sound of her own ragged breathing filling her ears. Her gaze remained fixed on his face, she could feel his heated stare even behind his glasses. The rustle of her dress hem sliding up her thighs was a gentle breeze compared to the storm raging inside her. Roshi's hands grabbed the sides of her panties, his fingers curled into the edges as if beckoning her closer. There was a wordless beckoning. He wanted her to lift her hips.

Chi-Chi could be a stubborn woman. A fighter.

But not now.

There was a hesitant pause, and then Chi-Chi's body responded, as she tilted her pelvis upwards in a quiet acceptance. Roshi was delicate yet impatient as he peeled away the clinging fabric, baring her sex to his hungry gaze. Her slit, previously shielded, now lay open to Roshi's inspection, the tender folds glistening with her arousal. The pink lips pouted softly, seeming to invite further exploration, while the delicate tuft of pubic hair above her cleft sparkled with beads of moisture.

Roshi's pupils dilated, darkening his irises as he feasted upon the sight of Chi-Chi's exposed beauty. His chest expanded, drawing in a slow, deliberate breath as he savored the aroma of her arousal. This was the next pussy that would steal his potent seeds. "Beautiful." He leaned in, his tongue darting out to wet his lips in anticipation. His hands closed around Chi-Chi's thighs, securing her in place for the indulgence he had in store. His warm breath wafted across her intimate flesh, teasing the sensitive skin.

He needed no urging, his mouth descending onto her sex with the precision of a starving man finally presented with a feast. His bald head was between her legs, lapping up the juices that were expulsed from her vagina. Chi-Chi's body jolted at the initial contact, her back arching ever so slightly as Roshi's tongue expertly danced across her clit, tracing lazy circles around the swollen nub. "Roshi..." The gentle suction and teasing pressure coaxed a low, throaty moan from her lips, her fingers reflexively sought his bald head. Roshi's grip on her thighs tightened, holding her in place as he delved deeper, his tongue spearing into her core with increasing urgency, claiming every last drop of her juices for himself.

"Oh Dende." Chi-Chi's head lolled back. She enjoyed it, a bit too much, perhaps, for her hand snagged his bald head harder, demanding that he kept eating her out. Her right hand came up to her clothed breast and squeezed, her nipple caught between thumb and forefinger, rolling it into a stiff peak as she whimpered. Her hips began to undulate, thrusting her pelvis upward, inviting Roshi's tongue deeper into her slick passage. Each deliberate lick and probing stroke unleashed tiny sparks of ecstasy along her nerve endings, leaving her gasping for air as her toes curled.

"Roshi!" Her body arched again, her back bowing as she strained toward release. Chi-Chi's eyelids fluttered shut, her face contorting into an anguished mask of pleasure as Roshi continued to lap at her. His relentless ministrations left her drenched, and still he persisted, devouring every last droplet of her arousal as she raced toward climax. A low, keening wail escaped her lips, the sound building in intensity as her inner muscles convulsed, signaling the approaching storm. Through it all, Roshi remained diligent, his tongue still lashing at her sensitive sex, greedily gathering the sweet juices even as she began to unravel.

"Roshi~!" Chi-Chi's legs snapped tight around Roshi's ears, her groin mashing against his face as she spasmed, the sudden, violent contraction of her pelvic muscles threatening to suffocate him beneath her thighs. A shrill, piercing cry ripped from her lips, the sound torn from the very depths of her soul as she rode the waves of her release, her juices flooding Roshi's face in a warm, sticky tide. Even as she bucked and writhed above him, Roshi refused to relinquish his hold, his tongue still questing deep into her sex, savoring the bitter sweetness of her nectar.

Chi-Chi's limp form melted into Roshi's shoulders, her legs slowly relaxing their grip on his head as she drifted into the aftermath of her climax, completely spent. Roshi's tongue continued its gentle, soothing motions. Chi-Chi lost herself for a moment. "Oh Dende," she panted. Her muscles trembled and tightened randomly. That felt... so good.

Chi-Chi's body was dazed and defenseless as Roshi got up and tried to scoop her slacked body. No doubt to carry her to the bedroom. But at this, Chi-Chi decided it was time to remind him how stubborn she could be. That she was a fighter. She slapped away his hands, and shook her head. "I don't think so." Her legs were still trembling, but she remained balanced as she got up. She dug deep, finding an inner reserve of strength to stand firm. "Get on the couch."

Roshi did not have to guess what she wanted from him. She grabbed her dress and pulled it over her head, dragging up her breasts before they fell back down with a gentle sway. It was as if she was telling him she hadn't been beaten yet. That she still had fire.

"Heh heh" the old man hollered as he got on the couch. "As impressive as always." Chi-Chi's fiery side had been something he'd never been able to quench, and he didn't want to either. He liked how hotheaded she could be; how prideful. Chi-Chi fumbled with the old man's belt. With a triumphant twist, the belt finally gave way. A sigh of relief escaped Roshi's elderly lips as he felt the gentle release of pressure around his waist. At Chi-Chi's urging he rose his buttocks so she could tug his pants and underwear down, releasing his rock-hard piston. It arrived with a throb, veins prominent throbbing with desire. It was ready to do its part.

Undaunted, Chi-Chi took charge, planting one hand firmly against his chest, applying gentle pressure to guide him back onto the couch cushions. As Roshi yielded to her touch, she swung a slender leg over his thighs, settling astride him with a grace that showed off her finesse. Her hand still braced against his sternum as she leaned forward, her mature breasts dangling slightly. She felt his tip pulse eagerly with anticipation as she hovered above him, her parted lips poised mere inches from Roshi's rod.

And then she lost her lift. As her weight settled onto him, Chi-Chi's hips made the slightest adjustment, nestling the crown of Roshi's erection into the warmth of her sex, the tender flesh parting in willing surrender. A soft whimper slipped past her lips, the sound dissolving into a low, throaty moan as Roshi's hands instinctively came up to claim her hips, guiding her down his length. He easily punctured her due to her body's readiness.

Chi-Chi gasped from the feeling of her pussy spreading around the hermit's cock. She was so wet that he didn't even need to rock into her; it was just one, long, smooth push until he bumped against her cervix. He'd certainly been thorough. Her body convulsed as pain and newfound pleasure swirled together. "So big!" Even after so many times, she felt forced to admit how big he was.

Yet, she would manage.

Her body accommodated to his length and girth, and Chi-Chi started to put her hips in action. She held onto the geezer's rubbery shoulders for leverage and began bouncing up and down on his lap, sometimes grinding to create a variety of pleasures for them both to share. Her cervix was occasionally assaulted when his blunt tip battered against her cervix, sending jolts through her that she could not help but announce with a cry of pleasure.

"Ahn! Agn! Agn!" The mother of two rode the old man with all she had. Thighs spread at the old man's sides, hands on his sternum for balance, Chi-Chi rose and fell over the massive cock. Her nails dug reflexively into the wiry muscles of his chest. Mouth slightly agape from effort, she released pleasure-filled moans each time she came down, her breath hitched. The shaking of her mature, developed tits were halted when her hands seized the delicate flesh and squeezed. Her wide hips stirred, gyrating around the thick shaft with haste in a desperate search for release. The couch squeaked due to her fervidness, her enthusiasm akin to a wild, starved animal in search of food, the only sound the rhythmic creak of the couch and their own ragged breathing.

There was nothing proper about Chi-Chi's behavior, the way she'd let go of all pretense of being a woman of the higher class was liberating to her. Chi-Chi knew it was unbecoming of her to act like this; her pale face rosy, eyes half-lidded, her sweat-covered face slightly deranged, but she couldn't help it. Not at times like these. Her head lolled back, her back arching slightly, and a joyous grin on her face. "Ugh~!" A bead of sweat dripped down her face to land on the valley between her heaving tits.

Roshi enjoyed the spectacle of her sway. Her body was toned, slightly muscular, but soft enough for her breasts to shake. They fell with a wobble each time she came down, resembling a boing. Childbirth had endowed them with even greater fullness and allure, bouncing enticingly in his face with every bounce. Though there was much more to ogle, his eyes just couldn't resist watching them bounce, and he felt the overwhelming urge to suckle them. Even more than that though, he felt a biologically-driven desire to impregnate. "Chi-Chi!" Roshi's primal urge had taken hold – he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close as he started to thrust upward with powerful strokes, each deliberate push driving his shaft further into her depths. "Feel it, Chi-Chi! Feel my cock!"

The stage had been set! So close! He was really about to do this! He was about to put a third kid inside Chi-Chi!

"Oh Dende!" Chi-Chi's response was instant as she ground her pelvis against his, meeting each upward thrust with a downward plunge of her own. Her body tensed, her inner muscles fluttering wildly around him, milking his cock with every stroke as if seeking to wring out every last drop of pleasure from their coupling. And still, she sought more, her nails raking across his back as she rode him harder, faster, demanding everything he had to give – and then some. "Harder! Do it harder!"

Behind her proper façade, Cho-Chi was perhaps the biggest sexual deviant of all his conquests, and Roshi loved it. Her breasts had grown so beautiful, her ass so full and cushiony. She had grown into such a mature, lewd woman from the time he first met her. She had been so young back then. Her body had only just started developing, her budding breasts only just starting to fill her iron bra. Would her small chest have even bounced if he'd made her ride him back then in exchange for helping put out the fire at Fire Mountain? Even one as perverted as the old master felt a pang of shame at the realization that the thought of Chi-Chi 's young petite body riding his cock, a bashful look on her young, rosy face as she experience such pleasure and pain for the first time, made his dick tremble with a sudden thud.

He was about to cum.

"Do you want it Chi-Chi? Do you want me to fill you up with my seed?" Cumming inside meant there was a chance of pregnancy. Chi-Chi knew this; if she accepted, Roshi would show her no mercy and impregnate his pupil's wife.

Whether Chi-Chi understood the full extent of his question was doubtful. He had cum inside her so many times by now without any pregnancy scares - why would she suspect him to desire her impregnation all of a sudden? Between her many grunts of lust, she nodded and accepted his query.

It was all Roshi needed. That young girl from decades ago had grown into such a beautiful and curvaceous woman. He was going to do it. Consequences be damned! He was about to impregnate her! "Let's get you...! Preg-!"

"Hey there, Chi-Chi!"

That voice!

"G- Goku?!" It wasn't like Master Roshi to get overpowered, but Chi-Chi felt herself suddenly released as if repelled by a magnetic force when she heard that unmistakable voice of her dead husband echoing inside her head. Chi-Chi suddenly pushed her bedpartner down onto the couch, her veins filled with adrenaline, her panicked strength sending him tumbling backward in surprise. Her body jerked away with a swiftness that left her disoriented, her mind reeling in shock as if slapped awake from a dream. One moment she was wrapped around Roshi, and the next, she was stumbling backward, further and further from the old man until she tripped over the edge of the couch. She yelped as she fell, unable to regain balance as she landed on the floor with a thud. She landed unceremoniously, legs splayed open, one knee bent slightly inward, exposing the delicate crease at the apex of her thighs. It leaked nothing but her own arousal.

The fertile seeds were ousted, only to land on the old man's stomach. Their quest to search for fertile lands never to succeed. Roshi's jaw dropped in utter bewilderment, his face plastered in shock when he suddenly found himself on his back, his spurting cock feeling cold from its sudden departure from that wonderful warmth.

He'd been so close!

"Uhm," Goku began from Other World, "is this a bad time?"

The threat of Majin Buu was about to begin.

I hope I'm not the only one, but I freaking love this ending. It really makes me chuckle. Anyway that's another chapter. Hope you enjoyed this Pregnancy Saga!

I really like the smutty scenes this chapter. There are parts in the Chi-Chi and Maron scenes that I would describe as some of my best work. Next up is writing out the Buu Saga. It's been so long since I read it, I think I'll have to pick up the manga to refresh my memory.

A few more chapters to go. I already know how I'm going to bring all the pregnant women together. I think I have found a fun way to keep them all relevant though their part in the canon is over.

As always a new poll is up on my profile page.