A/N: Bet you didn't expect another update this soon! At first I contemplated being a jerk and keeping this in reserve in case the wait between chapters became too long (again), but you guys deserve this for a change.
Don't forget to read chapter 13 if you haven't yet!
Chapter 14: Peaceful World, Part One – Kame Mansion
Erasa's life had taken a sharp turn since the days she spent as a carefree high school student, giggling alongside her best friend Videl and teasing the aloof Gohan. A year and a half had passed since the terror of Majin Buu had ended. And the world had moved on, but for Erasa, things had unraveled in a way she never could have predicted.
At nineteen years old, Erasa sat in a small, dimly lit apartment on the outskirts of Satan City, rocking an eight-month-old baby girl in her arms. The infant's soft coos were the only sounds filling the room, apart from the occasional rumble of traffic outside. Erasa's golden hair, once impeccably styled, was pulled back into a messy bun, strands falling loose around her tired face. Her vibrant outfits had been replaced with oversized sweatshirts and faded leggings – practical, affordable, and utterly unremarkable.
The baby, whom she had named Lila, was the light of her life but also the source of her deepest struggles. Erasa still couldn't quite believe she had become a mother. She had always been careful, always taken precautions to avoid exactly this situation. Yet here she was, with a child and no idea who the father was. The thought gnawed at her constantly, a mix of confusion and shame she tried to bury but couldn't quite escape.
In her high school years, Erasa had been known for her flirtatious nature. She'd enjoyed the attention, the thrill of brief connections, and the freedom of living on her own terms. But now, that past had come back to haunt her. When she discovered she was pregnant, she'd gone through a mental checklist of possibilities, only to realize she couldn't narrow it down. It didn't make sense. She'd been so meticulous. How could this have happened?
Her savings – or lack thereof – had dried up quickly after Lila was born. Erasa had left her parents' home in embarrassment, not wanting to face their judgment. She'd bounced between part-time jobs, trying to scrape together enough to cover rent and formula. Some nights, she skipped meals so Lila wouldn't have to. Her charm and good looks, which had once opened doors for her, now felt like distant relics of another life. Employers wanted reliability, not a single mother who might have to call out if her baby got sick.
Despite her struggles, Erasa's beauty hadn't completely abandoned her. She still turned heads when she walked down the street, though the attention no longer flattered her. Suitors occasionally approached her, but they were men far below the standards she had once held.
Erasa had never sought help from her old friends. The shame of her situation felt too heavy, and she didn't want to see pity in their eyes. She avoided their calls, ignored messages, and quietly disappeared from their lives. Even Videl, who might have understood, became just a memory as Erasa cut all ties to protect her pride.
The isolation weighed heavily on her. Some nights, after Lila had finally drifted off to sleep, Erasa would sit on the couch and stare at the blank television screen, tears streaming down her face. She missed the old days—the laughter, the fun, the ease of it all. But most of all, she missed having a sense of direction. Back then, life had seemed so full of possibilities. It had always been simple – get by on her own long enough until she found a rich man to support her for the rest of her life. Now, her world revolved around keeping the lights on and making sure Lila had everything she needed.
And yet, despite the hardships, Erasa loved her daughter fiercely. Lila's smile could light up even her darkest days. When she held her baby close, she felt a strange, bittersweet mixture of exhaustion and purpose. Lila was the one thing in her life she could never regret, no matter how much she struggled.
Still, questions lingered in the back of her mind. Who was Lila's father? The circumstances of Lila's conception had always felt… unusual.
Erasa didn't have the luxury of dwelling on those questions for long. Reality demanded her attention. The rent was due in a week, and she still hadn't figured out how she was going to pay it. Her manager at the diner had hinted that she might not be on the schedule next month, and she was already behind on the electric bill. Every day felt like a race against time, a struggle to keep her head above water.
And so, Erasa disappeared. Not literally, of course, but in a way that mattered. She stopped going out, stopped answering calls, and faded into the background of a city that had already forgotten her. She became another face in the crowd, another young mother trying to make it through the day. The world moved on without her, as it always did.
One evening, as Erasa stood in her tiny kitchen heating up a bottle for Lila, the doorbell rang. Startled, she set the bottle down and hurried to the door. She wasn't expecting anyone. Opening it cautiously, she was met with a sight that took her breath away. A beautiful woman with flowing blue locks stood there, her presence almost ethereal. She wore a tailored coat and held a small envelope in her hand.
"Erasa?" the woman asked, her voice soft.
Erasa nodded, clutching the edge of the door. "Yes? Can I help you?"
The woman smiled and extended the envelope toward her. "This is for you… and your daughter."
Confused, Erasa hesitated before taking the envelope. The woman's smile widened slightly, as if she knew the questions bubbling in Erasa's mind.
"It's an invitation," the woman explained. "To an address in West City. You'll find everything you need to know inside. Please consider it carefully."
Before Erasa could ask anything else, the woman turned and walked away, her figure disappearing into the night. Standing in the doorway, Erasa stared down at the envelope in her hands. She noticed it bore a small stamp in the shape of a turtle. "What the hell is going on?"
"What the hell is going on?!"
Erasa hadn't known what to expect, but it certainly wasn't this!
Erasa stood in front of the massive mansion, her heart racing and her mind spinning in confusion. The invitation she'd received had led her here, but she still had no idea why. The house before her was beyond anything she could have imagined – an elegant, sprawling estate nestled on a hill, surrounded by meticulously manicured gardens. The architecture was a mix of classic and modern, with tall, gleaming windows that reflected the bright sunlight and intricate carvings that adorned the stone walls. It looked like something out of a dream, or maybe a movie. Certainly not a place for someone like her.
She felt small standing at the grand gates, the distant sound of water trickling from a fountain adding to the surreal atmosphere. The driveway stretched on for what seemed like miles, flanked by rows of tall, blooming trees that formed a tunnel of green. She couldn't believe she was here, in front of something so extravagant. The kind of place she'd once only ever imagined visiting in her wildest fantasies.
Lila stirred in her arms, and Erasa glanced down at her baby girl, now fast asleep against her chest, her tiny hand curled into a fist. It was just the two of them in this strange world now. Erasa swallowed hard, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves before stepping forward.
The mansion loomed ahead, its sheer size almost intimidating. She had no idea who could possibly live here. She glanced at the envelope once more, the symbol of the turtle etched on the wax seal. "What is this place?" she muttered to herself, the questions swirling in her mind.
Erasa's feet felt heavy as she took one tentative step after another, her mind still racing with confusion. The mansion towered before her, an imposing sight that made her feel smaller with each step.
Lila's soft breathing against her chest brought her some comfort, but even her daughter couldn't ease the tension coiling in Erasa's chest. She had no idea what was waiting for her inside, no clue why she was here or what this place had to do with her.
And then, as she neared the front of the mansion, something caught her eye.
She stopped in her tracks.
At the base of the towering front doors, above the massive stone pillars that framed the entrance, was a sign in huge, bold letters. It was painted in the brightest, most vivid red, standing out against the otherwise neutral tones of the mansion.
KAME MANSION
"Kame Mansion?" It sounded vaguely familiar. Her mind scrambled, trying to connect the dots. Why would she be here? Why would an invitation with a symbol of a turtle bring her to this place?
Her breath caught in her throat. She stared at the sign for a long moment, trying to make sense of it.
With the wind gently brushing her face, she took another step forward, her fingers tightening around Lila's blanket. What the hell was going on? she thought again, her mind still unable to comprehend the situation, but her feet moving forward nonetheless.
She had come this far. There was no turning back now.
Erasa hesitated for a moment, standing just a few feet from the grand entrance, still staring at the bold red letters above her. The weight of the unknown pressed down on her, the questions swirling in her mind like a storm. But there was no going back now.
Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward and, with a trembling hand, knocked on the massive wooden door. The sound echoed through the stillness, unsettling in its finality. She waited, feeling her heart beat faster in her chest, her grip tightening on the baby in her arms. Lila stirred slightly but didn't wake, her little face still peaceful.
For a long moment, nothing happened. The silence felt almost suffocating, like the world was holding its breath. Just as Erasa was about to knock again, the door creaked open with surprising ease.
She blinked in surprise, her eyes adjusting to the shadowed interior. Standing in the doorway was the same woman from before – the one who had handed her the mysterious invitation. But this time, she was dressed differently. Instead of the elegant, tailored coat she had worn that night, she now wore a fitted maid uniform. Her long blue hair curled down her shoulders, a few strands falling loosely around her face, framing her sharp features.
Erasa's throat tightened. "You…" she began, unsure of what to say, but the woman's serene smile interrupted her.
"Welcome to Kame Mansion," the woman said, her voice soft and calm. "We've been expecting you."
Erasa's mind raced, a dozen questions battling for dominance. Who was this woman? What was going on here? Why had she been invited? What did any of this have to do with her or Lila?
"I—" Erasa started, her voice trembling, but the woman stepped aside gracefully, motioning for her to enter.
"Please, come inside," the woman said gently. "The master is waiting for you."
Erasa's gaze flickered to the open door, and the weight of the situation hit her once more. She was here. In front of this mansion. With no answers. No way of knowing what would come next.
But she couldn't just stand there forever.
With a reluctant exhale, she stepped over the threshold, the door closing softly behind her. The air inside felt cool and still, the lavish interior of the mansion stretching out before her, vast and luxurious. A part of her couldn't help but feel like she had walked into a different world entirely, one she could never have imagined.
The blue-haired woman closed the door with a quiet click, then gestured toward the hallway. "Right this way, Miss Erasa. Please follow me."
Erasa nodded stiffly, unsure of what to expect, but feeling an odd pull to follow. As she moved through the entrance hall, her eyes darted around, taking in the grand décor – velvet curtains, elegant chandeliers, and fine art decorating the walls. It was all so much. Far too much.
She held Lila closer, the only thing grounding her in this surreal reality. "What is this place?" she finally asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
The woman smiled, her expression unreadable. "It's a home for those chosen by the master."
Erasa felt a chill at her words, but before she could respond, the woman stopped in front of a set of double doors.
"This way," she said, gently pushing the doors open.
Erasa took a step forward, her heart racing with anticipation and dread, wondering just who was waiting on the other side.
"Y – you?!" Erasa spoke accusingly, her voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and anger. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. The man sitting comfortably behind an old, wooden desk in the grand study wasn't just anyone – it was him.
The same man who had tricked her years ago, presenting himself as her new algebra teacher and scaring his way into her pants!
"Well, well, if it isn't my old algebra student!" Master Roshi chuckled, adjusting his sunglasses as he leaned back in his chair. "I thought you'd forgotten about me by now."
Erasa's jaw dropped. His familiar, mischievous smile was plastered across his face, and his eyes twinkled with that same impish energy. He was sitting casually in his chair, wearing his signature sunglasses and a loose Hawaiian shirt – completely out of place in the lavish surroundings of the mansion. His white beard was as bushy as ever, and his wrinkled face held the kind of expression that suggested he was far too used to surprising people.
Erasa's mind was reeling. This was the man behind the mansion? Behind the invitation? The man who had caused her so much confusion that day in high school, pretending to be her teacher just to fuck her – in her anger, Erasa failed to remember it was she who had instigated their coupling.
Her hands tightened around Lila, the baby stirring slightly in her arms, oblivious to the absurdity of the situation. "What is this? Why are you here? And why are you... running all this?" She gestured around the opulent room, the strange mixture of awe and anger in her voice.
Master Roshi gave a little laugh, his usual laid-back demeanor not faltering. "My name is Roshi, and I suppose I owe you an explanation."
Erasa's eyes narrowed. "You owe me more than just an explanation. What is this place? And why am I here?" Her voice was a mix of frustration and confusion, her thoughts tangled and her stomach tight with nerves.
Roshi leaned forward slightly, his tone shifting to one of quiet seriousness. "Well, it's a bit of a long story," he said, his voice oddly patient. "But I'll try to make it simple for you. I'm here to invite the two of you to live here."
Erasa's brow furrowed in confusion. Live here? She glanced around the opulent room again, unable to comprehend what she was hearing. This entire mansion, this life she had never asked for, was suddenly being offered to her?
"Live here?" she repeated, her voice shaky as she looked back at him. "What do you mean? Why me? Why us?" She looked down at Lila, who was still nestled in her arms, completely unaware of the absurdity of the situation.
"Heh heh," Roshi chuckled. "Why, why wouldn't I? What kind of father would I be if I leave my daughter and her mother living the way you have."
Erasa's stomach twisted violently at Roshi's words, her mind racing to make sense of what he had just said. Father? Her heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, she felt like the room was closing in around her. She gripped Lila tighter, the baby still oblivious in her arms, but it felt like everything she knew was suddenly being upended.
"What...?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Did you just say... father?" Her hands trembled, and a cold wave of dread washed over her. The thought of this old man calling himself her daughter's father... it felt wrong. No. It couldn't be. She had no words for the surge of panic that followed.
Of course, it wasn't that he couldn't be. She knew he was one of the men she'd slept with around the time it had happened. B- but he's so old! Surely it wasn't his seed – his of all of them – that managed to avoid her precautions? Erasa felt a sharp, sickening knot twist deeper in her stomach. No...not with him! He's way too old!
Master Roshi rose from behind the desk, his posture withered by time, his back slightly hunched, and his frame thin and lanky. Despite his age, it didn't show in his movement. He leaned forward slightly as he moved around the desk. "Follow me while I explain."
Erasa stood frozen for a moment, her thoughts in a tangled mess. She glanced down at Lila, still nestled in her arms, blissfully unaware of the tension in the air. The blonde hesitated, her mind racing as she weighed her options. Her heart was pounding, each beat louder than the last, but as she glanced down at her daughter, something in her softened. For Lila's sake, she would see this through.
With a deep breath, Erasa nodded, her footsteps hesitant but resolute as she began to follow Roshi, doubt of his claims on the forefront of her mind.
Erasa was white as a sheet when Roshi finished his story. The weight of Roshi's words hung heavy in the air, pressing down on her chest like a boulder. Her breathing had grown shallow, and she could feel the prick of hot tears welling up in her eyes, blurring the room around her. "Y- you're trying to tell me you ruined my life for some stupid, self-imposed quest to impregnate as many women as you could? Are... are you for real?"
Roshi released a heavy sigh from her reaction. It wasn't like she tried to stop him back when he announced his upcoming climax. Of all the women he'd impregnated, Erasa was the youngest. Perhaps that was why he found her reaction to be the most foolish. "Now, now," he continued, "don't be so quick to judge yourself unlucky. In fact, I think you'll count yourself to be very lucky at the end of the day."
Before Erasa could even begin to process his cryptic statement, the door to the room swung open with a dramatic flourish, and in stepped a woman who immediately stole the air from the room.
She was stunning – her figure curvaceous, her hourglass silhouette accentuated by a form-fitting red dress that hugged every contour of her body. The fabric shimmered faintly under the room's soft lighting, the slit on one side revealing a toned, long leg with every step of her strappy heels. Her hair a beautiful shade of turquoise, framed her heart-shaped face, where glossy lips curved into an inviting smile. Her light grey eyes sparkled with an almost playful innocence, though her demeanor screamed confidence.
"Omigosh!" she exclaimed, her voice high-pitched. She strutted into the room with an exaggerated sway of her hips, her manicured hand resting on her hip as if she'd just arrived at a party instead of a tense moment. "Sorry I'm, like, late or whatever! Traffic was, like, soooo crazy. Can you even believe it?" She let out a dramatic sigh, her polished nails fluttering in the air as she rolled her eyes for emphasis.
Her gaze fell on Roshi, and she beamed. "Hi, Master!" she chirped, her tone warm and bubbly. "You didn't tell me we were having company today!"
Then, her attention shifted to Erasa, her expression lighting up as if she'd just spotted an old friend. "Oh em gee, you're, like, so pretty!" she gushed, clasping her hands together. "And your baby is, like, the cutest thing I've ever seen!" She leaned down slightly to get a better look at Lila, her perfectly arched brows lifting as she cooed at the baby.
Maron's bright grey eyes sparkled as she leaned down slightly to get a better look at Lila, her perfectly arched brows lifting as she cooed at the baby. "Oh em gee, she's, like, soooo adorable! Look at those little cheeks!" she gushed, her high-pitched voice practically dripping with sugary affection.
As Maron bent closer, her generous bosom, emphasized by the plunging neckline of her shimmering red dress, hovered directly in Erasa's line of sight. Caught off guard, Erasa's face instantly flushed a deep red, and she quickly averted her gaze, feeling flustered and entirely out of her element.
Her cheeks burned as she tightened her grip on Lila, focusing on her daughter as if she were the only anchor in this surreal situation. "Um… thanks," Erasa mumbled, barely above a whisper, avoiding eye contact with the overly effervescent woman now towering over her. T- they're even bigger than mine...
Maron, seemingly oblivious to Erasa's embarrassment, clapped her hands together, sending a ripple through her form-fitting dress. "She's just the cutest little thing! Like, you must be so proud!" she chirped, her smile as dazzling as ever.
The woman straightened up and gave Erasa a dazzling smile, tilting her head slightly. "I'm Maron, by the way," she said, extending her hand with a flourish, her red nails gleaming. "Nice to, like, meet you and stuff!"
Maron straightened up, tossing her turquoise curls over her shoulder as she turned to Roshi, her smile as bright as ever. "Is she the one you told us about?" she asked, tilting her head curiously. Her voice still carried that bubbly tone, but there was a flicker of genuine curiosity in her eyes as she glanced back at Erasa and Lila.
Roshi gave an enthusiastic node, his tooth-missing grin decorating his face. "She's the one," he confirmed.
Maron gasped, clasping her hands together dramatically. "Oh em gee! No way! That's, like, soooo exciting!" She turned back to Erasa, her eyes wide with enthusiasm. "It's so good to have you. To be honest with you, it's so nice to have another woman here to share the load with. I mean you'd think three people are, like, enough, especially with all the others who don't live here helping out, but the master can be so energetic at times!"
Erasa blinked as Maron continued her bubbly chatter, tossing her turquoise curls and gesturing animatedly with every word. She couldn't help but stare, feeling a strange mix of fascination and secondhand embarrassment. Back in high school, Erasa had often been teased for being a bit of an airhead – lighthearted and carefree, sure, but nothing like this.
Wait... What was that about people living and not living here?
"Ahem," Master Roshi finally cleared his throat loudly, the sound cutting through Maron's animated chatter like a gong. "Now that we've had our introductions," Roshi said, his tone calm but firm enough to draw both women's attention back to him, "perhaps we can get back to why we're here." He stood with both hands behind his back, his withered frame straightened as much as it could be.
Just as Roshi opened his mouth to speak, Maron clapped her hands together excitedly, her turquoise hair bouncing – along with... other parts. "Oh my gosh, wait!" she exclaimed, cutting him off mid-sentence. Roshi froze, his lips pursed as Maron turned to him, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "She should totally meet the mermaid first, though! Like, wouldn't that be so cool?!"
Erasa blinked, utterly baffled. "Mermaid?" she echoed, her voice dripping with disbelief.
Roshi rubbed his temple with a groan. "Maron, this isn't the time for distractions," he muttered, though it was clear he wasn't surprised by her suggestion.
"But, Master Roshi," Maron pouted, tilting her head in an exaggerated way. "She's new here! Meeting the mermaid would, like, totally help her feel at home. And who doesn't love mermaids?!"
Erasa stared at her, unsure if Maron was serious or just trying to derail the conversation entirely. Either way, the situation had gone from confusing to downright surreal. A mermaid? Seriously?
Roshi sighed deeply, giving Erasa an apologetic glance. "Just ignore her," he said, his tone resigned. "Now, as I was saying—"
"But, like, seriously! The mermaid!" Maron chimed in again, earning another groan from Roshi.
Roshi let out a long, weary sigh, clearly deciding it wasn't worth the argument. He glid his hand over his bald head before muttering, "Fine. Fine." His gaze shifted to Erasa, his tone a mix of exasperation and inevitability. "Follow me."
Maron clapped her hands together in delight. "Yay! You're gonna love her!" she chirped, practically bouncing with excitement as she followed close behind Roshi.
Erasa, still clutching Lila, hesitated for a moment before trailing after them. Her eyes on Maron's back, she couldn't help but note her ass was bigger too...
A few minutes later, Roshi, Maron, and Erasa arrived at a large wooden door, ornately decorated with carvings of sea creatures – dolphins, starfish, and seashells all winding in intricate patterns around the frame. Roshi placed a hand on the door handle, turning it slowly.
"Here we are," Roshi said with a resigned sigh, his voice almost flat now, as if he had grown used to this bizarre turn of events.
The door creaked open, revealing a brightly lit room that smelled faintly of saltwater and sea breeze. Inside, swimming inside a massive tank of water, was a woman who looked almost normal from the waist up. She had long, flowing purple hair, framing a bright, wide smile on her face. She wore a red T-shirt with the word "Pie-Pie" emblazoned across the front in playful white letters.
From the waist down, however, things were… less ordinary. Below her navel, instead of legs, there was a long, green fishtail that flicked lazily in the water. She seemed to be relaxed, her upper body propped up by a seafoam green cushion, and she gave them a friendly wave as soon as she spotted them.
Pie-Pie gracefully emerged from the water, her fishtail splashing lightly as she lifted herself. As Pie-Pie lifted herself from the water, the wet fabric of her red T-shirt clung tightly to her upper body, accentuating her curves in a way that Erasa couldn't help but notice. Her eyes flickered for a moment, the realization dawning that, much like Maron, Pie-Pie certainly had a pair of... personalities. If the name on her shirt got stretched any further, Erasa feared it might tear.
"Hey there!" Pie-Pie called out. "You're finally here! I've been waiting forever to meet the new guests!"
Erasa's eyes widened as she processed the sight before her – this was the mermaid, Pie-Pie. Her brain wasn't entirely sure how to categorize the surreal being sitting before her, but there she was.
"Uh... hi?" Erasa said, her voice sounding uncertain even to her own ears.
Maron grinned and leaned toward Erasa. "See? Told you she was, like, super fun!"
Roshi gave an almost imperceptible roll of his eyes. "Pie-Pie, this is Erasa, and her daughter Lila."
"Hi, Lila!" Pie-Pie beamed, waving at the baby in Erasa's arms. "You're gonna love it here! You'll have so many friends!"
"F- friends?" Erasa repeated.
Pie-Pie tilted her head, her fishtail swishing slightly in the water as she glanced between Roshi and Erasa. "Wait a second," she said, her voice bubbling with curiosity. "Roshi, haven't you explained everything yet?"
Roshi sighed. "Not quite yet, Pie-Pie." He gave a small wave of his hand, clearly trying to brush off her question. "I was getting to it." He motioned toward the couch with a casual gesture. "Take a seat, Erasa."
With a deep breath, she forced her legs to move and walked toward the couch, her heart still hammering in her chest. She lowered herself into the plush cushions.
"These girls," the old man began, fingers pointed at Maron and Pie-Pie, "are the other mothers I told you about."
Despite how surreal everything felt, that simple statement snapped Erasa right back to reality – gravity, despite popular belief stating otherwise, didn't go anywhere. It firmly kept her in place.
"Wait..." Erasa's eyes involuntarily flicked toward Pie-Pie, who was still partially submerged in the water, her fishtail swishing lazily behind her. For a split second, a bizarre thought crossed Erasa's mind. "How did you even...?"
"I came in her gills!"
"He came in my gills," the mermaid confirmed, her face sunken as she recalled the memory. "I don't want to talk about it."
Roshi cleared his throat, his tone taking a more serious turn, "Let me say it again. I'm inviting you to live here, Erasa."
Erasa blinked, her mind struggling to process the words. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words stuck in her throat. Her heart raced, and she felt the weight of the room pressing down on her, like gravity itself was trying to pin her in place.
Erasa stayed silent, weighing her options. Getting by herself long enough to find a rich man who'd make her financially free for the rest of her life – that had been her mission all her life. A voice in the back of her head tried to persuade her that this wasn't anything different, and... Erasa almost felt compelled to agree.
Finally, Pie-Pie broke the silence, her voice a cheerful interruption that almost seemed too light for the heavy atmosphere. "So, uh... you're really gonna love it here, Erasa!" She giggled. "We do all sorts of fun stuff!"
Maron giggled along with her, her eyes twinkling as she added, "Yeah, we totally do! You and Lila will be like, totally spoiled!"
Erasa blinked, completely thrown off. Spoiled? Fun stuff? Was this supposed to make her feel better? She looked down at Lila again, feeling a little better, but her heart was still a tangled mess. How did she go from being a tired, struggling single mom to... whatever this was?
Roshi leaned forward, his hands clasped together in front of him. "I'm not just some old man with a big house, Erasa," he said. "I used to be a martial artist, a very well-known one, back in the day. Trained some of the strongest fighters in the world. I built quite the fortune. And it's all for the taking."
Having said that, Bulma's wealth had certainly helped in buying and renovating this place. "If you're going to be an irresponsible, hopeless geezer towards all those women either way, I guess I should be the responsible one," she'd said dejectedly.
But Erasa didn't need to know that.
Erasa felt her heart race again, though this time, it wasn't from panic – it was from a different kind of weight. The kind of weight that could buy comfort, stability, and security. She glanced down at Lila, and for the briefest moment, she imagined a life where she didn't have to worry about bills, where her baby didn't have to grow up in a cramped apartment, hungry and cold some nights. She swallowed hard, her mind caught between skepticism and the raw desperation that tugged at her heartstrings.
"You're telling me," Erasa's voice wavered slightly, "that you want to take care of me and Lila? Completely?"
The old man only nodded.
"And in return?" she asked, her voice steadying, though her mind still buzzed with uncertainty. What was the catch? There had to be one, didn't there?
The geezer's bald head gleamed. A slow grin spread across his face, stretching the leathery skin of his cheeks. His mouth, gaping wide, revealed his teeth, some missing, others clear white. "Nothing we haven't done before."
Her cheeks colored a fiery red. "Y- you don't mean...?"
Roshi gave a sleazy smile as he leaned back slightly in his chair. "Now, I should mention one more thing, Erasa," he said, his voice carrying a hint of playfulness. "I don't live here. I have my own little island. So, while I'll be here to check in on you, I won't be sticking around all the time."
"And it's not, like, exclusive, or anything," Maron explained. "We just take turns keeping our old master company while we're allowed to live in this giant mansion. All our needs taken care of and without a worry in the world!"
"I'll visit a few times a week, maybe more depending on what's going on. You'll have plenty of space and privacy to live your life."
Erasa's eyes narrowed slightly, the concept of a "few times a week" still taking some time to settle in. She wasn't sure if that made things more comfortable or even more confusing. "So, you'll be... what, just popping in every now and then?" she asked, her tone more skeptical than before. "I mean, what's the point of offering all of this if you won't be around much?"
Roshi chuckled softly, clearly not put off by her skepticism. "Well, that's the beauty of it," he explained, his voice taking on a calm, almost philosophical quality. "I'm not here to control you, Erasa. You and Lila will have the freedom to live however you want. I'm offering you a chance at a better life. All I ask for in return are some... heh heh... benefits."
"You really think that's all it takes?" she muttered under her breath, though there was a slight edge of uncertainty in her voice. "Just offering money and space, and that's it? You can do whatever you want with me?"
Roshi nodded slowly, his goofy expression changing to a more serious one. "I've lived a long life, Erasa. Sometimes, all it takes is the right opportunity. The rest is up to you."
Erasa swallowed, the weight of his words settling on her shoulders. It was clear that this offer, as strange as it seemed, could change her life. And Lila's. She glanced at her daughter, still tucked peacefully in her arms. Part of her was still wary, but she couldn't deny the appeal of having the chance to live without constant worry. A part of her – especially as a mother – felt that she couldn't afford to pass up the opportunity, even if it was a little strange.
Maybe it was worth the risk.
Just as Erasa was about to respond, the door to the room creaked open, and in walked the blue-haired maid from before, her hair flowing smoothly behind her. She wore a neat, form-fitting uniform, the same elegant yet practical attire she had worn earlier. Her bright smile greeted the room, and she seemed almost too cheerful for the heavy conversation that had just taken place.
"Excuse me," she said in her soft, polite tone, "but it's time for lunch. I trust you're all ready?"
Erasa blinked, momentarily taken aback by the abrupt change in the atmosphere.
Roshi gave a small nod, his earlier solemnity shifting back into his usual laid-back demeanor. "Yes, yes. Let's take a break, Erasa. There's no rush. We'll continue talking after you've had something to eat."
The maid smiled, stepping aside as she gestured for Erasa to follow. "Right this way," she said, her voice soft but firm, clearly used to handling these matters.
"My name is Launch by the way." The woman gave a cheery grin and extended her hand. "Mother number four!"
Erasa blinked at her for a second, then let out a long sigh as they shook hands. She gave a dry, half-amused smile. "Of course you are."
"I accept," Erasa said quietly, her voice almost a whisper, as she sat across from Roshi in the study. She could feel the weight of her decision pressing on her chest, but at the same time, a strange sense of relief began to settle in.
Roshi leaned back in his chair, hands clasped together, his expression thoughtful as he studied her. "You're making a good choice, Erasa. I know this isn't easy, but I can promise you that this place will offer you a better life than you've known so far." His eyes softened as he continued, "And for Lila, too."
Erasa glanced toward the window, her thoughts momentarily drifting. Launch had taken Lila to another room to nap while Erasa and Roshi talked. It felt strange to leave her baby in someone else's care, especially someone she'd just met, but she knew Launch was trustworthy. She had to trust someone if she was going to make this work.
The idea of staying here, in this bizarre mansion with its strange inhabitants, still felt like a dream. But what choice did she have? She was exhausted, both physically and mentally. The endless struggle to get by on her own, trying to provide for Lila without ever knowing where the next step would lead, had drained her. This... this was an opportunity she couldn't afford to pass up.
"I know it's not ideal," she continued, glancing at Roshi. "But you're right. It's better than... the alternative." She took a deep breath, as if preparing herself for the next step in this strange new life. "I'll stay. And I'll make this work... for Lila."
Roshi smiled, though there was something slightly wistful behind his eyes. "That's all I can ask for, Erasa. You're welcome here. Both of you."
There was a pause as Erasa took it all in. A deep breath escaped her, the tension that had built up in her shoulders easing just slightly. "So, what now?" she asked, her voice low, but tinged with a little curiosity.
"Well," Roshi started, "to be honest, there's something I've been dying to do with you ever since I met you."
Erasa could feel his eyes leer at her hidden chest.
Master Roshi reclined back on his chair. His nakedness was on full display. His cock lay hard and heavy against his stomach, twitching with anticipation. He whistled as he leered at Erasa as she removed her unflattering clothing. One hand on his knee for stability, Erasa settled herself on her knees.
Her breasts were large and round, rippling with each movement as they rubbed against his thighs. Childbirth had added mass, without even a hint of sagging.
She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of seductiveness and hesitance. "Do you like that?" Erasa asked, her voice soft and breathy. Before Lila, Erasa had grown competent at pleasing men with her knockers. Now though, she wondered whether she still had it.
She needn't worry so. For the perverted found merely watching her plush flesh rub against him pure bliss. The elderly man groaned, his hand reaching out to tangle in her hair. "Yes," he said, his voice rough with need. "Rub those big tits all over my dick."
"R- right." She straightened her back and reached up, her hands cupping her large breasts. She leaned in, guiding the head of his cock between her breasts and pushed them together, creating a soft, warm tunnel for his cock. The old geezer moaned as he felt the soft, pillowy flesh surrounding him. From her tongue, spit drizzled down to douse his cock.
And then Erasa began to move, rubbing her breasts up and down his shaft. She could feel him sliding against her skin, could feel the heat of him even through her cleavage.
"That's right," Roshi uttered blissfully. "Keep them nice and tight."
"Y- yes!" Erasa doubled her efforts, squeezing herself the best she could over his large cock. She mashed her melons all the way down on him, licking the tip of his might cock each time she came down. She could feel her confidence return to her each time her well-endowed chest smacked against his thighs. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room each time Roshi thrust his hips up.
As her pillowy breasts were latched around his rigid staff, Roshi allowed himself a handful. "Just as good as Pie-Pie's!"
"T- thank you." And then she resumed her work. As his cock slid between her breasts, Erasa felt a familiar heat beginning to build between her legs. It had been awhile since she felt like this – this sexy and desirable. She liked it and smiled, arching her back to push her breasts more firmly against his cock. There was no need to be nervous. All she had to do to live a carefree life was please a man? That was one thing she certainly knew how to do. "Let me make you feel good... Master." She felt his cock pulse eagerly inside her cleavage.
The old hermit watched, enraptured, as the blonde's tits rippled each time they mashed with his thighs. The sight was mesmerizing, her large, heavy breasts bouncing and swaying as she pleasured him with her cleavage. He could see the flesh quivering, could see her nipples hardening further with each movement. "Fuck," he groaned, his hips snapping up to meet her. "Your tits feel so fucking good."
The wet, squelching sound of her saliva and his precum coating her breasts filled the room. Her effectiveness clearly showed as a bead of precum landed soundly on her rights breasts, slowly drippling down toward her nipple.
"Shit," Roshi groaned, his hands tightening on her breasts. Instead of thrusting between compressed tits, he began to slap them together around him rhythmically. "I'm gonna...!" he said, his voice strained. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna fucking cum all over your tits."
He let out a guttural groan as he felt his orgasm approaching. His hips stuttered, and then he was coming, his cock pulsing as it shot thick ropes of cream over Erasa's breasts and face. One burst eagerly landed a batch of jizz at the underside of her right eye.
Erasa closed her eyes as rope after rope of jizz burst forth, decorating her blessed jugs in snowy white. She felt his hips jerk with each pulse, his hands gripping her tits tightly as he rode out his climax. That's right... I'm gonna rub you out of all your Zeni!
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, his cock gave a final twitch, and he slumped back into his chair, his chest heaving as he panted for breath. He looked down at his newest addition, at the mess he'd made of her tits, and grinned. It was as if melted frosting dripped from her pink tips. "Welcome to Kame Mansion, heh heh!"
Erasa sat there, dripping with his cum. Her smile was sultry and seductive as she spoke, "Thank you, Master."
And that's Chapter 14!
I hope to introduce Future Bulma – that Bulma being from a timeline in which none of this happened – and Zangya at some point. Probably should have done it in chapter 8 of Z-era if I'm perfectly honest.
Might combine it all with the GT-era. Roshi finds a Time Ring and start travelling to other timelines – GT, movies, and games.