Chapter 5 Got Milk?

It all started when a young man travelled to their timeline from the future to warn them of a coming threat. In three years' time, two ruthless machines known as Androids would appear and wipe out most of Earth's population, including the Z-warriors. Coming from a Super Saiyan – the only Super Saiyan next to Goku – the situation in the future seemed quite dire. Therefore, all warriors rose to the occasion and vowed to focus solely on their training for the next three years to stop the threat. There would be three years of solitude and immense focus. There was no room for any distractions whatsoever.

But only if you were a man younger than two-hundred-years old apparently...

"M- Master!" Launch giggled as Master Roshi appeared behind her, his hands on her firm buttocks, pinching fervently. With Krillin always away training, her master had become much more handsy, keen on groping her whenever the opportunity presented itself. "How am I supposed to do the dishes like this?"

"Heh heh! Who cares?" Though the reason was worrisome, all the Z-fighters being away training all the time worked wonders for Roshi's longing to be intimate with their mutual associates. He hadn't heard the girls' usual protest – "What if someone sees us?" – in months. One hand slithered underneath the maid's apron and up her body to cup Launch's breast, the soft globe squelching against his palm when he squeezed gingerly. His other hand kept her in place as his head edged closer to her ear, whispering softly, "Let's go upstairs, Launch."

The old man's intent was clear, Launch thought, his rock-hard piston grinding against her ass. The bulge felt so big and long it was no wonder he always wore loose pants. "Geez..." Launch muttered, a timid smile on her face, a red hue on her cheeks. With his ever-growing pile of women to choose from, Launch had, at times, felt neglected. Women like Bulma and Maron were absolutely stunning, and she had to admit they were a bit more... shapely than she was herself. But if she had ever felt inferior, her master had surely taken that doubt away. These days, he gave her more attention than ever! Despite his grip, she had enough room to maneuver herself, turning her body to face him. Placing one hand against her master's cheek, she uttered, "Whatever am I going to do with you, Master?"

"Heh heh!" Roshi blushed slightly, his teeth bare as he showed his maid his trademark grin filled with lecherous intent. "I have a few ideas." He drew her in for a deep kiss, one hand flowing through her deep-blue locks of hair. With Maron and Panchy living in West City – not to mention Maron's heavy financial demands whenever he came over racking up his spending by an ample amount, making even his abundant wealth diminish ever so slightly – Chi-Chi still hating his guts, and Bulma having... other problems, Roshi was more focused on his maid than he had been in a long time. And why wouldn't he? Though she might've gotten a bit overshadowed by other girls these last few years, he found her to be as sexy as the day he met her. Young, sexy, and loyal; in another life, she would've been the perfect woman for him. With his perverted desires, however, one girl would never be enough for him.

For Launch, her relationship with Roshi had evolved somewhat over the years. From master and maid, to a more genuine, more equal relationship. She was still eager to please her master with the same devotedness as when she first started, but her tendency to call him master was nowadays more an affectionate nickname than a professional courtesy. And the bed they often shared was still one born out of an eagerness to please him, but what was once a maid's devotedness to her master, was now one of a woman wanting to please the man she loved.

Yes, she was in love with the Turtle Hermit. Launch had accepted that long ago. The pang of jealousy she began to feel whenever he was with another woman affirmed what she already suspected. The funny thing was, she wasn't even sure why or how she'd fallen for him. At the end of the day, it didn't matter much either. She was, and that was the end of it. She knew he cared for her too, and she accepted that his hunger could not be quenched by her alone. But... that didn't mean she wouldn't try. Breaking the kiss, she fluttered her eyelashes and purred seductively, "Let's go, Master!"

Clothes laid disheveled on the floor, the room's quietness was broken by the moans and groans from the young woman and older man on the bed, accompanied by the rapid screeching from the bedframe that supported them. The sheets were tossed to the edge of the bed. Master Roshi would rather die than have sex without being able to experience each and every curve of the woman who laid with him. Launch body was fantastic, taut and shapely wherever it was required.

"Uhn! Ngn!" Launch grunted, lying flat on the bed. Sweat rolled down her head, her eyes squinted shut as she endured the mighty thrusts of the master above her. Supporting himself with his elbows, his arms at his maid's sides, Roshi bobbed his hips atop of her. The bed squeaked with each of his mighty shoves, delving himself as deep as he could each time his hips were as hoisted as possible without his rigid dick slipping out of his maid's heavenly cunt; only his tip stayed nuzzled between her blossoming folds. Like this, his obtuse cockhead bumped against Launch's cervix with each push, making the woman beneath him squeal in a mixture of pleasure and pain. "So good! You're fucking me so hard!"

Roshi breathing had accelerated by now, trying to keep his tempo as fast as he could without stopping, his heart almost bumping out of his chest. His eyes focused on Launch's beautiful features as she basked in pleasure. Her mouth was agape, panting roughly, her eyes squished shut whilst she endured his mighty thrusts, her cheeks rosy; she looked absolutely stunning. She reminded him of an angel; a force of pure good. Her hands were on his back, her legs squeezing around his waist, her feet meeting at his spine.

"I love it, Master! I love it so much!" She came before him. Her muscles contracted and squeezed and tried to hold him still without prevail. Her fingers whitened against his lanky back, her touch hot against his sizzling, sweat-filled skin. "Kyaa!" As best as she could, Launch rolled her hips into his thrusts, rubbing him against her most sensitive parts to prolong her orgasm. She pressed against him, her breasts rubbing against his pecs.

"Heh... heh!" Kami, he loved it. He loved it when Launch egged him on like this, begging him to keep going. Leaving a woman yearning for more was the way of the Turtle Hermit! But there was only so much he could endure before he had to yield. Her climaxing muscles griped and contracted, squeezing him, pumping hard, yearning for him to fill her pink with his white. "Oomph!" Cheeks bulging, his head rolled back as he unloaded his testicles into his maid's womb. His tip jutted against her womb's entrance, and out poured his semen, charging her chamber with his seed.

"Wow... That was incredible, Master," she complimented him with a bright smile on her face, her cheeks flushed. Roshi responded by lowering his head and kissing her lips. She brought her arms over his neck and lengthened the kiss, opening her lips to give passage to his tongue. And though she felt fulfilled and satisfied, they weren't done yet. Her pussy was still clogged, and his prick showed no sign of withering. He was ready to go another round, that was much obvious.

Launch, however... was a different story. Enduring his powerful thrusts had left her exhausted, her body strained. Before he could resume the bobbing of his hips, she placed one hand on her master's cheek. "I need to rest up a bit, Master," she spoke, still slightly out of breath. "I'm going to bring her out, okay?"

The old man nodded in understanding and rolled off his maid, opening the floodway between her legs in the progress. Ruffling underneath her pillow, Launch continued until she found what she was looking for. In her hand, she held a feather. It was brilliant really. Both versions of Launch had no quarrel to couple with the Turtle Hermit. Why not keep a feather close by so they could sneeze and change forms whenever it was required? Bringing the feather to her nose, she rubbed it against her nostrils for a short time until... "Achoo!"

Blue hair changed to locks of blonde in an instant. Blonde Launch was puzzled for only a moment. "What the?" She looked around, her emerald eyes scanning the bedroom. It reeked of sex, the room crammed with hastily discarded clothes. Next to her, the old man leered intently. Like her, he was exuding heat, proof of his efforts running down his rock-hard piston; much like it did at the apex of her legs, she realized quickly, feeling his spillage run down her thighs.

"Geez..." she muttered, though she made no attempt to hide the grin on her face. Getting down on all fours, she brought one hand to her buttocks, and spread her left cheek wide enough to unveil the tight-looking sphincter beneath. "There's no rest for the wicked, huh."

Before long, she gritted her teeth whilst she endured the widening of her narrow bowels, his girth spreading her small sphincter to its limit. She grunted with each of his thrusts, his groin smacking against her ass, her head cowering against her forearms, her dangled breasts shaking beneath her. And though it was difficult with such a long and thick prick clogging her arse, Launch managed to muse how different Roshi seemed lately. He seemed to be more focused on her and her counterpart. It kind of reminded her of the first year they were sexual, all the way back when it was just them and the two, back then, random kids he trained in preparation for the Tenkaichi Budokai. Since then, the old man's pool of women to choose from had expanded exponentially, and there were days where they simply didn't have the time to get physical with one another anymore. Now though... There were days, like this one, where she and her counterpart had to change personalities every hour just to keep up with his incorrigible sex drive.

Of course, it was true that his options had limited somewhat in the last few months. The biggest one, of course, being Bulma.

Seven months ago

"P- P- Pregnant?!" Roshi uttered, shocked by Bulma's sudden revelation. When the turquoise-haired genius came over this afternoon, he expected his day to end like it usually did when she did. Her paleness, however, told him a different story. And when she sat down on the couch, Launch by her side for support, his suspicions were confirmed. Bulma Briefs was pregnant, and if he was one of the first to know, then did that mean...?

"Oh boy..." Roshi whispered, rubbing the back of his bald head. He was going to be a father at his old age? But... did that mean his technique to keep himself sterile hadn't worked? How was that even possible? On the other hand, if he and Bulma were to raise a child together, didn't that mean they had no choice but to start a family together? "I guess you need to move in permanently then and become my lover, heh heh." Though raising a kid didn't appeal to him much, the thought of starting a family with the girl who had awoken his perverted desires by raising her gown for him all those years ago did seem enticing to him – poetic even. Bulma Briefs did hold a special place in his lecherous heart. If she had her mother's genes, Bulma would keep her youthfulness all her life. And with Launch staying on as their maid, the immoral opportunities were endless.

"A- Actually..." Bulma began, a hue of embarrassment on her cheeks. The old man was jumping to conclusions. "I... don't think it's yours... haha."

"Oh?" Roshi cocked his brow. He didn't know Bulma was so active again. That was fine of course. Roshi didn't feel any jealousy whatsoever. It'd would've been nice if she had moved in, but as long as he could enjoy her terrific body, he couldn't care less in all honesty. "Are you with Yamcha again?"

"No, no, nothing like that," she quickly clarified, keeping her hands in front of her as she shook her head. "It's... Vegeta," she announced with some trepidation in her voice, unsure of how Roshi and Launch would react.

"Vegeta?!" Roshi and Launch screamed in union, slightly jumping in shock.

"How the fuck did that happen?" Blonde Launch asked, wondering how anyone could get close enough to that mess of a man.

"We were angry at each other, and we screamed, and then we screamed some more, and before I knew it, I was screaming all night for a very different reason. From that day on, we... kind of did it every night once he was done training..." Bulma's face was redder than ever before.

"Vegeta huh..." Launch could kind of see it. The Saiyan prince had... something that made him standout from other men. She wouldn't call him unattractive at least. But still... "I'm surprised he's good in bed. Most of the time, it's guys like him that disappoint the most. At least that attitude of his isn't compensating in that department I guess."

And it really didn't. Bulma was right all those years ago when she reckoned that there wasn't anyone on Earth who could please her like the old man. A Saiyan prince who had been light years away at the time, however, was a different story. It wasn't better or anything, but he did come surprisingly close. Maybe superpowered warriors were simply better lovers?

Why did she stay here anyway, Launch wondered? Obviously, her counterpart was employed here, but that had never stopped the blonde renegade from following her own plan before. The island was a nice place to live, and if she ever felt the need for the bustling city, it was quite easy to get there. But that wasn't a reason the live with an old fart like Roshi. The sex was good, but that too was acquirable elsewhere. It was a combination of sorts most likely. The company was nice, as was the plethora of sex partners to choose from nowadays. Now if only she could get her hands on that busty bitch Maron one day. She would've like some more men to choose from, but the old man surely tried to keep it varied for the both of them. The hermit was even crazier than her at times, and they had similar preferences when it came to certain... qualities in a woman.

And the rent was free.

"I'm cumming!"

The announcement was pointless, for Launch felt him fill her bowels with his spunk only a second later. So this was his second batch or had her counterpart siphoned more out of him than that? One thing was for sure; she knew what Roshi was like when he began to tire, and they were nowhere near that kind of fatigue. Even whilst ousting his jizz in her arse, he kept thrusting vigorously. His fingers had sunk into her flesh, his thick phallus grinding against her bowels, spreading her wide and stabbing deep. With each thrust inside, she'd release a rough grunt that suited her tough persona as she was propelled forward. What did not suit her, however, was the occasional feminine whimper as his tempo accelerated. Despite her best efforts, the old fart sometimes left her a sobbing mess. She hated it.

He knew how he could rile her up to the fullest. It was because they were having so much sex nowadays. Especially after Bulma's declaration – after a few months of pregnancy, Bulma had denied Roshi to fuck her, finding his length to be too uncomfortable. But as her belly grew, so did her tits. In Launch's own opinion, Bulma had spectacular jugs. They weren't the biggest when you compared them to her mom or Maron, but they were mature, large and full; and they were an absolute delight that both her and Roshi happily took advantage of. And with her pregnancy, those jugs only grew.

Two months ago

As expected, Vegeta hadn't given Bulma any indication that he was happy with the news of her pregnancy. In fact, he seemed to have grown even more distant ever since. Oh well, if Vegeta didn't care, neither would she. Launch had been a great friend though, helping her every step of the way. Actually, she probably did more than a friend usually would...

"Oh Kami!" Bulma groaned, her head lolled back. Her naked body pressed against the bedframe, her legs spread wide. If she looked down, she could barely see Launch's blonde head tower over her bloated belly, dining on her contracting snatch as she climaxed. Whenever Launch came over, Bulma would usually cum over her. Though Bulma had tried to stay sexually active, it at some point became too uncomfortable whenever Roshi pierced her with his nine inches of flesh. Instead, both he and Launch had offered to go down on her whenever they visited to ensure she could release her womanly needs from time to time to keep her stress from overflowing. Of course, this came with a catch. Both perverts were happy to please her, but only if they were rewarded for their efforts afterwards.

And they'd been very vocal of the reward they wanted to receive.

"Kyaa! Not so rough!" Bulma pleaded at the old man who began to suckle the tip of her swollen right breast with immense hunger. "They're really sensitive right now!"

"Heh heh!" Roshi guffawed between his suckles, grabbing the pregnant woman's hand and guiding it to his cock. She griped him and began to stroke without protest. He was dripping with pre-cum, grunting from her touch alone. "I can't help it, Bulma. They're so big now!"

Oh, and the fucking perverted old man... How the hell had this happened? She'd never really realized how screwed up her relationship with him was nowadays, not even when she convinced him – albeit with little urging – to help her realize her wish of groping her mom. All those years ago she dreaded blowing him for a Dragon Ball, and now he, together with Launch, was the one to eat out her pregnant body in exchange for sipping on her mammary glands. Their dynamic certainly had... evolved over the years. She had always been a bit of a pervert, but these days she was downright irredeemable. She had long since stopped resisting and now embraced her vile tendencies like the perverted mess she was.

"Ngh!" Bulma bit her lip when Launch came back up, her lips still soiled with Bulma's essence as they parted to claim the neglected tip. Though difficult, those two degenerates would suckle until she lactated. Both mouths hungrily slurped, ignoring her pleas to be more careful. Bulma wailed and sobbed, trying to keep quit by biting her finger, but the depraved duo kept suckling, their fingers down at her cunt, caressing and prodding her slick labia. Bulma could feel another orgasm building, the pleasurable sensations rising and rising without stopping! These two... are driving me crazy!

"I... I'm gonna cum again!" Grabbing the wooden railings of her bedframe and squeezing tightly, her hips raised as she came. And as her nectar gushed out between her thighs, so did her jugs start to leak their creamy contents. Bulma's face wore a joyous expression, albeit mixed with a hint of lunacy; her mouth agape, her tongue stuck out of her mouth, eyes half-lidded, lips twirled upwards and trembling.

Bulma Briefs had evolved into a true pervert, and she loved it!

"How do you like it? How do you like the flavor of your blonde alter ego?" Knees spread on either side of his maid, Roshi hovered above her flat frame, his hands slightly hoisting the back of her head to ensure he could plunge her mouth with his prick. She'd transformed back after Roshi filled her blonde counterpart's ass twice with his spunk. Gurgling and gagging sounds echoed out of the beauty's throat. Using her elbows to prop herself up slightly, Launch's hands grasped the old man's thin thighs to keep steady and brace herself whilst he fucked her mouth. Saliva ran down her chin, a red hue of embarrassment on her cheeks as her developed breasts swung in line with his thrusts, his testicles smacking against her chin.

"Ahhh, that feels great! You really know how to work your mouth, Launch!" Roshi wondered whether she realized where his dick had been before stuffing her mouth? Frankly, he didn't really care either way.

Without warning, she felt his thick fluids hit the back of her throat. Her pupils grew in surprise. Her grip on his thighs tightened in response, her nails clawing into his flesh from the shock. His slimy jizz rand down her esophagus, though it's thickness ensured it was a slow journey. She tried to swallow and gulp it down, but her master's thick prick hindered her progress as it throbbed, ousting another burst of white. It felt uncomfortable to bear and made it difficult to breathe. Her left eye closed, more and more saliva ejected from her mouth to dribble down her jaw, mixed with the sperm that overflowed from her gullet. It felt like she was about to choke. She needed to breathe through her nose for oxygen!

"Take it, Launch! Take all of it!" Master Roshi knew, of course. He knew he was forcing a lot on her; perhaps even too much. But he found that he couldn't stop. Launch was an angel, and he wanted to defile her; taint her. He wanted to be Launch's forbidden apple – the sin her purity couldn't stay away from even if she wanted to.

And Launch felt the same. She forced herself to endure as tears began to stir and prickle her eyes. 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. If he asked, she'd bear him his child.

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

Other than Bulma eventually birthing a son called Trunks, there wasn't much that changed in Roshi's life during the remainder of the three years between the future warrior's warning and the arrival of the Androids. Launch continued to live with him, Bulma – now officially a milf much like her mom – still came over and vice versa, and his rendezvouses with Maron and Panchy continued. Other women came over from time to time – or he to them for that matter – though not with the same frequency.

Little did Master Roshi know that with the arrival of the Androids, change would come to his life in more ways than one. A powerful blonde cyborg was about to appear that truly struck his fancy, and as for a certain chagrined housewife that had eluded him for the last few years...

Chi-Chi was absolutely fuming. After her husband was finally back from the dead, he'd left for Namek, only to stay in space for a whole year afterwards! And when he finally came back, he had to train for three years, only coming home now and then to eat. It meant that she and her husband hadn't formed what one would describe a normal family for five years now.

"That fucking husband of mine," she cursed as her fingers ran over her engorged folds, generating jolts of pleasure. "I can't believe a young woman like me has been forced to do this so many times...~!" Her fingers prodded her hole, her legs spread wide, feet flat on her bed. A moan filled with frustration shot out of her mouth, her back arching slightly as a rush of pleasure seized her and her walls coiled around her. The tips of her breasts had long since tightened, her jugs bouncing as her muscles spasmed; one hand came up to squeeze her right breast, her soft globe yielding to her touch. Her fingers pumped in and out of her tight snatch, her ass elevated whilst her hips gyrated. Beneath her, a wet imprint started to drip onto her bed.

It was all Goku's fault. Why couldn't he be a normal man and actually want to couple with his wife? She just wanted some attention. What was wrong with that? The only attention she'd gotten from men these last few years was from that rotten geezer. Kami, she'd been forced to rely more and more on that thing over the years, she thought, eying the long object standing on her nightstand with some resentment. With Goku and Gohan gone all the time, she didn't even bother hiding it anymore. It didn't seem like she needed it this time though, her squishy walls already griping her fingers.

"Oh Kami!" Her scream echoed throughout her bedroom as pleasure seized her and surged through her veins whilst she came. Her cavern collapsed around her fingers, still curling inside, rubbing against her g-spot to lengthen her release. Her hips trashed wildly, fingers pumping purposefully, her teeth biting her lower lip as she uttered a long, drawn-out wail while she rode out her climax. She came hard, moaning with satisfaction, her cunt quivering and gushing.

Sweat dribbled down her body as the brunette panted, out of breath. With half-lidded eyes, she gazed at the ceiling, recovering from her efforts. Beneath her, her sheets were stained in her juices as it ran down her thighs. Why couldn't Goku be more normal? She just wanted a husband who paid attention to her and made her feel desired. Was that really so wrong? "Maybe I should just throw him on the bed to make a point?" It wasn't very ladylike, but with Goku being so dense, it might be the only thing that could work.

Unfortunately, such initiative wasn't on the table. For the next time Chi-Chi saw Goku, the Saiyan warrior was on his deathbed, suffering from a heart virus. And to make matters worse, he had to be transferred to the home of the one man she never wanted to see again. The treacherous, manipulating Turtle Hermit: Master Roshi.

If she hadn't seen that vile man ever again after all he'd taken from her, she would've died a happy woman.