Once he's grown up; what happens when he gets the perfect opportunity to finally conquer her? A request from of Goten getting laid with Bulma. It is my first full lemon in a while so it is extremely long! It was a warm summer's day. The monster Majin Buu had at last been defeated; now the Z fighters and their families could finally have peace. Everyone was present for Bulma's BBQ to celebrate the end of their non-stop battles.
How is he so fast? Was all that Goten could think as he chased his friend under tables and through the legs of various warriors, knocking over everything and everyone they passed, their path of destruction never ending. Well it was until their Mothers caught them… "Gotcha!
As Goten had pursued Trunks he dodged his Mother's grasp as she reached for him after snatching up his playmate, but no sooner had he dodged her did he collide with the hostess herself, Bulma.
Thinking fast, Bulma quickly wrapped her arms around the Son boy, halting any chance of escape…not that any boy would want to escape from the hold she had on him. Are these… He let his thoughts catch up with his face as it slowly rubbed against the orbs of soft flesh.
Now knowing exactly where his head was, he enjoyed every second of her embrace, his cheeks rubbing up and down her bouncy globes, the only thing separating his lips from her pale flesh being a very thin red dress. He was just starting to feel a small bump press against his chin when a hand grabbed the back of his gi, lifting him up and away from his wonderful pillows. Was all that went through Goten's mind at that moment.
Had Vegeta seen what he was doing to Trunks' Mom's boobies? If so, then it meant certain death for the young boy…at least those last few moments were nice. Goten's ears pricked up at the sound of Trunks' Mom's voice. He had been starting to have a bit of a crush on the spunky bluennette lately, so the experience he had just had, was quite memorable. The woman really was something to be admired, not only was she a genius with the body of a Goddess, but she was immensely brave too. Goten could sense just how much energy Vegeta was wielding in anger at what he had done, but Bulma was acting as if the man was just a kid throwing a tantrum.
It was something he would remember about her for years to come, among other things. Those were the last of the BBQ ribs! If they weren't hiding already, people sure were now. Rule number 1 is 'You don't make Bulma angry'. The boy was in heaven. Turning to the crowd of people who were just beginning to come out of their hiding places; she yelled. Everyone stood up and cheered with their blue-haired hostess. Now was not the time to cower; that time had come and gone. Now was the time to celebrate!
As the festivities really got going. Goten was left on the ground, his small hands running over his cheeks, the cheeks that had been where so many men had wanted to go. Wow… Was all he could think. Now finally free of Chichi's grasp, Trunks ran up to his friend, stopping short of running him over when he didn't move. Something Trunks thought peculiar after the scolding at least HE had gotten. Having no idea the reward his friend had gotten for his rough housing. Not at all confused with the horrified look he got in response.
Tien is turning on the bouncy castle! His attention turning back to Bulma, his little eyes stared her chest; only one thought running through his perverted little mind. That's okay, Trunks…I've already been on the bouncy castle today… Modern Day: Several years had passed and while it seemed like things had stayed the same since their fun at the party, they were in fact a whole lot different.
Goten and Trunks had changed a lot during the intervening years. Both boys had developed quite nicely, their small bodies growing thick and strong. Whereas they used to look up at the women in their lives they now looked down at them with a small smirk, their once intimidating forms now seemed small and delicate. Now even though their bodies had changed along the same lines, their personalities could not have been more different.
Seeing as he was being groomed to inherit the Capsule Corp. Goten on the other hand… "Hey, Bulma! As the boys walked up to meet her, it was clear just how different Goten was. The young man looked just like his Father and had a mind like a sieve, but that's where the similarities ended. He had become quite the playboy in his teen years and his sole goal seemed to be to bed a woman as hot and busty as Bulma.
That had been his goal, since that day at the BBQ. So whereas his Dad loved to fight, he loved… Boobies! The young man ogled the approaching form of Bulma Briefs; his eyes gluing to the bouncing globes on her chest.
Bulma was different from the rest in that she really hadn't changed since the Buu days. Her research into the capabilities of the senzu bean allowed her to basically cheat the years, her body remaining just as ripe and perky as it had always been, something that made her female friends jealous and male ones drool. She really didn't see any problem with what she had on, or as most men would say, a 'lack' of what she had on.
The bluennette was clad in nothing, but a small orange tube top and a short blue skirt. She was always pulling the top up, causing her large breasts to bounce every time they tried to slip free of their confines, while her skirt offered little in regards to modesty as so much as bending over too far would reveal her pale butt to any fortunate eye.
And considering how flimsy that top looked, it wouldn't take more than a small "accidental" tug to release her melons to his perverted eyes. He found it much easier to get a good squeeze in if the woman he was with thought he was like a big kid and not the playboy that he was. Leaning towards him, her bobbed blue hair spreading over her eyes, she pointed to her clothes. His eyes focusing once more on Bulma's rack as it jiggled in her tube top, like a pair of ripe melons at the farmer's market.
I think you look great today, Bulma! The poor man screamed in his head, but sadly nothing, save for a defeated sigh escaped his lips. Her hips swinging from side to side, Bulma approached the Son man, her head just about reaching his shoulders.
Grabbing hold of her tube top again with one hand, she took hold of his orange gi in the other. Goten's black eyes expanded as the gap between her milky boobs and her top lengthened, it seemed like she had an endless supply of the perky flesh, until the orbs started to curve inward, her pink tips nearly in sight when she let go of the hem, the top snapping back against her chest, eliciting both happy and sad thoughts in the man she was so close too.
He was sad that he didn't get to see what he had always wanted, but was still content with the immense jiggling that occurred when she let go. Goten hastily shot back up to her face, scared that he had been caught staring again.
Oh, I would love to see you in my shirt, Bulma Regardless of how much he loved his friend, the thought of him doing anything weird with his Mother disgusted him. He remembered what Goten had said back at the BBQ all those years ago…and that scared him. I know what you're doing, Goten and I'm not letting you do it!
Although it was debatable which title was more prestigious. Approaching the trio from another heavy session of training in his gravity room, Vegeta let his arrogant smirk rake across the group gathered before him. I could see the older one perhaps trying something, considering he has actually conquered a woman before, but this one. Isn't that right, boy? You say it like women are prizes to be won! He needs to do it if he's going to run the company some day!
Looking back at his friend and Mother, Trunks shot Goten one last look of warning. Don't you dare try anything, or I'll kick your ass! Bulma and Goten simply watched them go, the male of the two waving enthusiastically, glad to finally have the last obstacle between him and Bulma gone.
Before the day was over, he was going to get his hands on that chest of hers. He took another long look at her fabric-covered breasts from the side. After all, she's not wearing a bra today. He's just…" "Oh, it's fine. That grin that so reminded her of Goku covering his face. Can't take everything he says seriously. Never mind Vegeta…Bulma's the one I care about. Now's my shot at finally getting her! Looking back up at him, she let a look of nostalgia rush over her.
Must be the stress…" The bluennette continued to rub her aching neck, not knowing how amazing an opportunity she had just offered the lustful playboy. My Mom always had neck aches from cooking and washing so much, so I got really good at giving them. It'll be nice to get out of the artificial sun in here; it feels like Dad set it to supernova or something.
He's really can't feel temperature well anymore…" "Okay. I'll give you one massage you'll never forget! Five minutes later had the duo entering Bulma's room. If someone was to say one thing about Bulma, besides her mind and body, it was her style.
The room was quite large with maroon curtains and a black bed spread that Goten couldn't help notice was the perfect contrast with her pearly skin.