A/N: The penultimate chapter of the Z-era is here!

I made some changes to chapter 13 in response to some of the reviews that I agreed with in terms of Bulma and Launch's role during Videl and Roshi's coupling, and Bulma and Chi-Chi's relationship with Vegeta and Goku respectfully.

No immense changes, but feel free to check it out if you're interested!

Chapter 15: Peaceful World, Part Two – Their Turtle Way

"Where is it...?" Bulma muttered, digging through the deep chest, her body shifting to and fro. She leaned in, her hips wiggling as she tossed aside spare gadgets and wires. Her arms plunged deeper, shoulders twisting, legs kicking slightly for balance. "Ugh, come on!" she huffed, her back arching as she stretched further.

Behind her, Master Roshi stood silently, watching from behind his sunglasses. A goofy grin crept across his face as he took in the view, his fingers twitching as if resisting the urge to get in closer. "Heh heh... take your time," he muttered under his breath, nose twitching.

Even after all he experienced over the years, he was thankful that he could still appreciate something as simple as watching a full woman trash around and show off her curves.

It's the little things.

Then, her fingers brushed the smooth surface. "Aha!" With a triumphant grin, she yanked out the Dragon Radar, her body snapping upright in victory. "Found it!"

She dusted herself off and turned toward Master Roshi, striding over with a raised brow. "Here," she said, placing the device in his hands. "But what do you even need it for?"

Roshi quickly straightened up, tucking the radar under his arm as if he'd been caught doing something suspicious. He let out a nervous chuckle, adjusting his sunglasses. "Oh, uh… important research! Very important research!"

Bulma crossed her arms, unimpressed. "Uh-huh..."

"Trust me..." The old man sighed. "You don't want to know."

A few days before all this, Roshi and Chi-Chi were gathered at her home near Mount Paozu. The air was thick with frustration, Chi-Chi's brows furrowed, her nostrils flaring. Suddenly—BAM!—her palm slammed onto the wooden table, rattling the dishes.

"Fix this!" she snapped, eyes blazing as she glared at the old martial arts master.

Roshi flinched, gripping his staff a little tighter. "N-Now, Chi-Chi, let's not be hasty," he said, forcing a nervous chuckle. "I'm sure we can talk this out—"

"No talking! Fix it, now!" Chi-Chi fumed, crossing her arms. "You're the reason this mess happened in the first place!"

Roshi gulped, sweat forming on his bald head. "Well… technically, it's not all my fault..."

Chi-Chi's glare sharpened. "What was that?"

"Nothing! Nothing!" Roshi waved his hands frantically. "Just, uh… I might need a little help to fix it…"

Chi-Chi exhaled sharply, rubbing her temples. "Then get whatever you need. But if this isn't fixed soon," She pointed a sharp finger at him. "You're gonna wish you had stayed on that little island of yours!"

And thus, Roshi was on a quest to gather the Dragon Balls. What needed fixing? The fact that Goku knew about him and Chi-Chi. When Chi-Chi first told him Goku was fine with the fact that his wife – or whatever you called someone after being dead for seven years – and his master were screwing each other, Roshi wasn't surprised. Still, Roshi thought this meant the situation was resolved.

Chi-Chi however was terrified that Goku would someday blurt out that she and Roshi were fucking each other and demanded the old master made him forget. She didn't care that Goku knew, but she didn't want her kids to find out.

Goku had proven to be able to break his hypnosis before, so all Roshi could do was gather the Dragon Balls and wish for his problems to go away—literally .

Bulma watched as Master Roshi released a heavy sigh. She placed a hand on her hip, tilting her head. "Whatever this is, it better be important," she said, then pointed a finger at him. "And don't forget— Use one of the wishes to make me look five years younger."

Roshi perked up slightly, rubbing his chin. "Hmm… five years younger, huh?" His eyes roamed over her body, licking his dry lips. One arm wrapped around her waist; the other slowly edged to her chest. "Heh heh! So that's how you keep yourself feeling so tight even after all our- "

"Don't even start," she cut him off, eyes narrowing. "I need to finish one of our products by the end of the week. Find my mom if you need to relieve yourself."

"Alright, alright!" Roshi held up his hands in surrender. He turned toward the door, gripping the Dragon Radar. "I'll wish all you girls to look younger while I'm at it, heh heh!"

Bulma blinked, then let out a short laugh, shaking her head in bemusement. "That old geezer never changes," she muttered, watching him shuffle off.

Still, she supposed that was for the best. Vegeta had turned a corner, prioritizing his family after all that stuff with Majin Buu. He had become truly committed to her and their son. But it was something Bulma could not fully reciprocate. Too much had happened in her life for that.

Ever since that day on the Lookout with Videl, Bulma found herself reminiscing about the past. She'd always had a dirty mind, but meeting the old hermit had truly been a turning point in her life. Roshi and Launch had taught her to embrace her perverted nature, and she reveled in being able to express herself and all her sexual desires. Every sexual kink she thought of she was encouraged to explore. She was free, and she would not change now.

She would never submit herself to the geezer completely and move into the old pervert's mansion, but...

Vegeta often spoke about a second child these days, and her perverted mind often fantasized how hot it would be to have those two men compete for her egg.

She had chosen this life to be her Turtle Way.

"You poor thing." Panchy's naked breasts pressed against the old hermit's back, her hand wrapped around his revealed cock, her fingers barely able to encircle the girth. She whispered into his ear, "Let me rub that stress out of you."

"Heh heh!" Roshi's head lolled back, a peaceful expression on his face. The soft and warm pressure against his back truly eased his tension. The sensation was unlike anything he had experienced before— the soft, pillowy flesh yielding to his touch, the gentle weight of her ample bosom. He could feel the heat of her body radiating through her skin, and he found himself relaxing into her embrace. "Oh Panchy~! At least one of you is always so good to me."

Panchy blushed from his compliment. She could be naïve, but she also felt self-conscious at times. Roshi had so many suitors to choose from, and she was certainly the oldest. She knew her body was genetically blessed, but that did not stop her from worrying. What if Roshi ever decided she had grown too old for him? No, she always needed to be ready to please him if she wanted to keep her place.

Determinedly, as if she had something to prove, she stroked him, her touch gentle and firm. She pressed her tits more firmly against his back, the soft flesh molding to his skin.

Roshi moaned softly, his hips rocking involuntarily as Panchy continued to caress him. Her breasts felt so good against his back, so soft. His cock throbbed in Panchy's hand, growing harder with each stroke. He could feel his pre-cum leaking from the tip, slicking the way for her hand. Panchy's breasts pressed more firmly against his back, her nipples hardening into stiff peaks.

Roshi's cock throbbed and twitched in Panchy's firm grip. Her soft, pillowy breasts pressed against his back, providing a comforting warmth that seemed to seep into his very bones. "Master Roshi," she whispered, her breath hot and ticklish against his ear. "You're so strong, so wise. I don't know what I'd do without you." She punctuated her words with a squeeze of his cock, eliciting a groan from the old man. "You make me feel wanted and desirable. I want to show you how much I appreciate you." Her other hand reached around to cup and gently massage his balls, her touch light and teasing. "Let me worship you."

Roshi groaned from Panchy's sultry words, his cock throbbing in her hand. "Panchy~!" he grunted, his voice strained with desire.

Panchy just smiled, her eyes briefly visible, gleaming with mischief. "I want to make you feel good." She leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "I want to make you cum so hard, you forget all about your responsibilities and just focus on the pleasure."

Master Roshi shuddered at her words, his cock pulsing in her hand. Panchy took that as her cue to redouble her efforts. She stroked him faster, her grip tighter.

As Roshi's breathing grew more ragged, Panchy could feel his cock swelling in her hand. She knew he was close. "That's it, Master Roshi," she purred, her voice low and husky. "Let go. Cum for me." With a final, firm stroke, she sent him over the edge.

"Ngh!" Roshi let out a guttural groan as he erupted, his cock pulsing as it painted the walls with his seed. Panchy milked him through his orgasm, her hand working in time with his throbbing cock until he was spent.

She released him, her hand glistening with his cum, and brought her fingers to her lips, tasting him for the first time. "Mmm," she hummed, her eyes shut as she savored his taste. "Delicious," she murmured, licking her fingers clean.

Roshi watched her, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. "Panchy," he said, his voice hoarse. "That was... incredible. Just what I needed."

Panchy just smiled at him, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Master Roshi."

For Panchy, the decision to be a dutiful woman to Roshi had been made long ago. He was the one who had saved her from her mediocre life with her husband.

She had chosen this life to be her Turtle Way.

Outside, Android Eighteen was waiting, leaning casually against the car. Her arms were crossed, and her sharp blue eyes were locked on Roshi, her face an unreadable mask of icy indifference. The cold breeze barely stirred her short blonde hair as she stood, motionless, exuding an aura of quiet intimidation. "What took you so long?"

Roshi adjusted his sunglasses, forcing a chuckle as he approached. "Oh you know. I needed to catch up with a pair of old friends."

She didn't respond right away. Instead, she slowly shifted her gaze to him, her expression unchanged. Eighteen let out a small, unimpressed breath. "Just get in," she said flatly.

Roshi chuckled as he watched her take her place in the passenger seat. It was adorable how she tried to maintain that icy exposition in public. As if he didn't make her cry out like an emotional mess whenever he stuffed her ass full with his cock.

Roshi shuffled into the driver's seat. As he started the engine, Eighteen crossed her arms and leaned back, staring out the window.

When Roshi realized how tiresome it would be to gather the seven Dragon Balls, he asked for Eighteen's help. To his own surprise, she quickly agreed to his request, though she didn't elaborate further.

Not that he minded much. With her help, getting all the balls would be a breeze.

In the car—gliding smoothly through the sky—there was a stillness.

The hum of the engine was the only sound as Master Roshi kept both hands on the wheel, his sunglasses reflecting the endless blue horizon. Android Eighteen sat beside him, arms crossed, her gaze fixed out the window. She hadn't said a word since takeoff, her expression as unreadable as ever.

Roshi cleared his throat. "Sooo… I still have a place for you in the mansi—"

"No."

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. Nothing. Not even a twitch.

A sudden movement from the side caught his attention. Eighteen's hand was reaching toward him, slow and deliberate. She didn't say a word. Her fingers wrapped around his hand firmly, guiding it from the wheel. She pulled his hand closer to her, her grip unyielding.

Her aim wasn't a mystery for long. He was guided towards Eighteen's crotch.

"Heh heh!" He felt a jolt of excitement course through him. As always, she acted once they were alone.

Her hand left his as he reached the waistband of her pants, and he could feel the heat emanating from her core. He slipped his hand inside, his fingers brushing against her slick folds. Eighteen let out a soft gasp, her hips bucking slightly at the contact. Roshi grinned, his own excitement growing as he felt how wet she was. She must have thought about this for some time to be this wet. He began to rub her, his fingers sliding easily through her arousal. Eighteen's breath hitched, and she pressed herself against his hand, silently urging him to give her more.

Roshi willingly obliged.

Roshi's fingers delved deeper, finding her entrance and pushing inside. Eighteen moaned, her head falling back against the seat as he began to finger her. His fingers reached deep, trying to reach that place their daughter came from. He curled his fingers, rubbing against that sensitive spot inside her. Eighteen looked at him, her eyes filled with a hunger that matched his own.

Eighteen had made her choice. The old man was there to please her, to realize her carnal desires. She was a wife and mother for her family; and in front of the old man, she chose to be a woman. That was her Turtle Way.

While Master Roshi and Android Eighteen were out searching for the Dragon Balls, Launch stayed behind at Kame House.

The sound of a broom sweeping across the floor filled the quiet house as Launch cleaned up, her usual calm demeanor settling in as she tidied up the place. She couldn't help but chuckle as she picked up a stack of magazines that had somehow scattered across the floor.

"Typical," she muttered to herself with a grin, flipping through one of Roshi's many magazines. "Doesn't matter how many times I clean, these things just keep appearing."

She shook her head, amusement in her eyes. "Honestly, it's like he has an endless supply."

How was it even possible he still needed these at times? Launch was losing track of the many women her master had at his disposal these days. He truly was insatiable. Back when young Goku asked her to follow him to Kame House, she never would have guessed the old man she met back then would shape the rest of her life. She only had to look out the window to realize how important he'd been in her life's trajectory.

Her eyes softened as she watched Maron, playing outside in the yard. The blonde-haired girl was laughing as she chased after a young girl with an unusual, two-toned hairstyle—blue on one side, blonde on the other.

Launch smiled to herself. They had decided to call her Lime – a mix of blue and yellow.

She could see Lime mimicking Maron's playful movements, both girls giggling as they ran around, chasing each other with carefree joy. Maron would occasionally scoop up her daughter and twirl her around, causing the young girl to erupt in delighted laughter.

It hadn't been easy to give her master so much freedom with other women—even a saint like Launch could feel jealousy—but it was worth it. His power over all those other women only made her love him more. For the master she loved so dearly, she'd endure all of it, and then some! Whenever he wanted, he could have her. If he proposed, she'd marry him. Because he asked, she had carried his child.

She was subservient. She was a maid loyal to her master. She was a woman loyal to the man she loved.

That was her Turtle Way.

"You know," Roshi breathed, his heart pounding loudly against his labored chest. "I have a daughter called Lime! I really hope she grows up as beautiful as you!"

Lime could offer nothing but gasps and moans in response. Her back was pressed against the wall, her legs flailing in the air along with her braided pigtails, her weight supported by the elder's hands holding her ass. In search of the Dragon Balls, Roshi had arrived at Chazke Village – Eighteen was following the trail of another Dragon Balls further West. They already had four of the magical spheres in their possession.

Lime hadn't seen a man portray such speed and prowess in years – only once, back when a boy with blonde spiky hair saved her village nine years ago, had she seen something like this. One moment she was picking flowers for a her grandfather; the next she was held aloft, her skirt hiked up, panty fidgeted aside to reveal her cleft, and the biggest cock she'd ever seen stuffed inside.

Stop! Slow down! It's too much! In her mind she screamed all these things and more. In reality... "Ugh~! Ahn~! Ugh~!" Her feet rose in the air each time he drove forward, groin on groin, the impact making her flail. Her arms were wrapped around his neck for support. With each forceful thrust, Roshi drove Lime's body firmly against the wall, the impact sending vibrations through her petite frame. She was thankful she was pressed against the wall; she doubted she could've handled a ride as wild as this otherwise. It was as if she was riding a bucking bull.

He had her cumming soon after. This wasn't a woman used to handling him. She was a simple woman, from a simple village with simple men.

Lime's body tensed as Roshi continued to pound into her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel the pressure building inside her, her thighs quivering as she struggled to hold back. But it was no use. Lime let out a scream of pure ecstasy as her orgasm crashed over her, her body convulsing around Roshi's cock. She felt like she was flying, her mind blanking out as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

"Lime~!" With a final, powerful thrust, Roshi buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he came.

In her predicament, she didn't care about his ejaculation straight into her womb. It was too much, too intense, and she could only cling to him and ride out the storm. Roshi's seed filled her, marking her, claiming her as his. Lime's eyes rolled back, her euphoria overflowing her nervous system, making her pass out.

Roshi chuckled as she slackened against him. Gingerly, he laid her down on the grass.

"Phew~" Roshi uttered, his head lolled back as he caught his breath. "Time to find that Dragon Ball!"

Mentally, he made a note to have someone check up on Lime in nine months. There was still plenty of room in Kame Mansion.

Inside Chi-Chi's home, the atmosphere was still tense. Goku, sitting cross-legged on the floor with his usual carefree expression, absentmindedly munched on a piece of fruit. His eyes wandered between his family, unaware of the subtle discomfort simmering in the room.

Chi-Chi, however, sat at the small table, hands clenched tightly around her cup. She fidgeted nervously, glancing at Gohan every now and then, her brows knitted in concern. She had a strange sense of urgency in her movements, and her eyes never seemed to leave her son for too long. For the love of Dende, don't let that idiot husband of mine say anything about me and Roshi.

Videl, on the other hand, sat on the edge of the couch, her posture rigid and distant. Her arms were crossed as she stared at the floor, looking more like she was lost in thought than engaged in the conversation around her. Something was weighing on her mind, but she wasn't sharing it with anyone.

Gohan shifted uncomfortably in his chair. He could feel the tension, but wasn't sure how to address it. He glanced at his mother, then at Videl, and finally at his dad, who seemed blissfully unaware of the awkwardness. His hands rested on the table, tapping nervously.

Finally, Gohan couldn't stand it anymore. He leaned forward slightly, his voice gentle as he spoke, "Mom, is everything okay?"

Chi-Chi's head snapped up, her eyes widening slightly. She hadn't expected him to ask. "O- Of course!" she uttered without thinking. "Why would anything be wrong?"

The moment lingered for a beat, and then Goku, still blissfully unaware of the underlying tension, smiled widely. "Everything's fine!"

Gohan nodded, but the smile didn't quite reach his eyes. Videl, too, remained silent, her expression unreadable. The air in the room remained heavy, with the weight of unspoken words hanging over them.

Chi-Chi's mind turned to Master Roshi. He really needed to act fast. When Goku told her about his decision to stay on Earth and live with his family, she felt... nothing. She found that after all these years, she no longer cared. The love she felt for him when they were both so very young could sustain them no longer.

Her relationship with her father's master wasn't perfect, but having grown up with stories about his achievements from her father, she did respect his reputation. The attempts to grope her that had once disgusted her, now emboldened her. His vocal admissions about her body made her feel wanted in his presence. Yes, she had chosen Master Roshi. The man who had been her many firsts – though, admittedly, sometimes unwarranted.

Videl had the same geezer on her mind. Gohan was great. He was a good man who truly cared for her, but for whatever reason, she could not ignore the old master no matter how much she tried. With each day she went without him, her yearnings only grew. It was as if she bewitched by him – and she could not break the spell. His hold on her far too strong. I hope he visits soon.

Both women had decided on their Turtle Way.

In the corner of the room, the clock ticked on, marking time as it passed.

With the final Dragon Ball gathered at last, Master Roshi stood in the quiet clearing, the air thick with anticipation. The seven Dragon Balls shimmered on the ground, arranged in a perfect circle around them. With Eighteen's inhumane speed and power, finding the magical orbs had been a cinch.

Roshi cleared his throat. He raised his hands toward the sky, chanting the ancient words, the familiar incantation echoing in the still air.

"Eternal Dragon, by your name, I summon you!"

The Dragon Balls began to glow with an intense, fiery light. A deep rumble shook the earth, and the winds picked up, swirling around them. The sky darkened. Then, with a powerful crackling sound, the sky itself seemed to tear open.

The massive, serpentine form of Shenron emerged from the clouds in a flash of gold and green. His great, glowing eyes scanned the area, his voice booming as he spoke, filling the air with its powerful resonance.

"I am Shenron, the Eternal Dragon. I can grant you three wishes."

Shenron's eyes flicked, the dragon's massive form hovering in the air, his great tail curling through the sky.

"State your wish." Shenron's voice was deep and ancient, almost like the very earth itself speaking.

Roshi cleared his throat again, taking a deep breath. "For my first wish, I wish for Son Goku to forget about me and Chi-Chi having sex!"

Shenron's eyes narrowed slightly, his immense, serpentine body coiling in the sky above. The dragon hesitated, the weight of the wish lingering in the air. It was an unusual request, not what the dragon had expected after such a dramatic summoning. His massive, scaly brow furrowed as if he was... sweating.

Then, Shenron's massive eyes glowed red, his ancient voice rumbling once more.

"Your wish is granted."

"Phew!" Roshi released a heavy sigh, feeling his stress evaporate. Chi-Chi's anger was legendary. He could still remember the time she'd tied him up and kicked his testicles until they were blue.

"For my next wish, I wish for Bulma, Maron, Launch, Panchy and Android Eighteen to look five years younger!"

There was a twinkle, and the group of women's youth was slightly restored – as if they even needed it.

"Now state your final wish."

Yes, one more wish remained. Master Roshi clenched his fists. It was time. Throughout the years, many secrets had come out, but some were buried still. And with Chi-Chi's demand, there had come opportunity.

It was time to reveal it all.

"Heh heh! For my final wish, I wish for Android Eighteen, Bulma, Chi-Chi, Launch, Videl, Panchy and myself to be transported to a faraway place, where we can spent the entire night undisturbed!"

The words hung in the air for a brief moment before Shenron's glowing eyes narrowed, as if processing the request. Then, with a deep, resounding rumble, the Dragon's immense body began to shimmer with power once again. The air around them seemed to grow heavier, charged with an almost tangible energy.

Without warning, a brilliant light exploded from the Dragon Balls, enveloping them all. The light was blinding, pure and overwhelming. Each of them—Roshi, Eighteen, Bulma, Chi-Chi, Launch, Panchy and Videl—felt a sudden rush of energy surge through their bodies as the light surrounded them, pulling them upward.

The world around them blurred, as if reality itself were unraveling, their surroundings fading into a haze of iridescent colors. For a moment, the only sound was the hum of the energy, vibrating through their very bones. Then, without warning, the light intensified one last time, and in the blink of an eye, everything went still. The dazzling glow faded away, and they were gone—transported to a distant, faraway place.

They stood, blinking in confusion.

The walls were decorated in rich tapestries, and the floors gleamed with polished wood. A crystal chandelier dangled from the high ceiling, casting a soft, golden glow over the plush, elegant furniture.

A massive king-sized bed with silky sheets dominated the center of the room, flanked by large, panoramic windows that offered a breathtaking view of the city skyline outside.

"Well, well! Looks like Shenron really pulled out all the stops for us this time." Master Roshi adjusted his sunglasses with a knowing chuckle.

After years of hiding secrets, he wanted them all to know about one another. He would finally have them all at once.

He was ready to enter his Kame Paradise!

And that's it for chapter 15. A shorter chapter that serves to expound on most recurring characters' motivations throughout the story so far.

Next time, the final chapter of the Z-era: Chapter 16: Peaceful World, Part Three – A Kame's Paradise!

It will definitely be my most ambitious chapter so far, but one filled with potential. Let me know if you have any spicy wishes you wish to see now that all the main women are gathered in one place!