Chapter 1.
"How about your mom?" Trunks, his arms folded, seeming thoughtful to the dilemma, passed a look to the room where the grownups were conversing, though really, Chichi and Bulma didn't have much in common beyond their Saiyan partners; they still found some way to prolong conversation and make it enjoyable. They'd be at it for hours while Gohan studied in the corner. Like he wasn't already the smartest kid at Orange Star.
To their current predicament, Goten frowned fitfully. "You already said my mom. I said no." He looked at Chichi as she threw her head back, hand to her mouth as she laughed livelily at whatever stitch Bulma had spoken. Of course, Bulma was an option, but Trunks had laid various reasons as to why they shouldn't attempt it. Aside from the laundry list of ways Bulma would verbally thrash them, Trunks also mentioned how protective his dad was of her, despite his public demeanor.
Chichi was much the same, only she needn't hide behind her husband to ward off advances. Her hand across his behind was the deterrent to any misbehavior on Goten's part, though Trunks would seem unlikely to accept that as an excuse. "I can handle a few spankings," he boasted, even if Goten had seen him bawling his eyes out after Bulma spanked him a few times in the past.
"Well, it's not like we know a lot of women!" argued Trunks, turning away from the lounging room, his arms flailing up and down. "Mom has secretaries and stuff, but I can't just go to them! It'll get back to Mom, and she's always talking about how CEOs have to walk on eggshells!"
Grumpily, he plopped himself down on the floor, arms and legs folded, a severe and contemplative frown upon his face as he scoured the tiles for answers to this issue; this issue being the persistence of erections!
Sure, Goten and Trunks got them periodically throughout the day, but they were easily remedied by distractions like food or toys or – favorite of all – fighting. But lately, their hard little dicks had become more frequent and less little. The little stubs had begun to reach full branches of turgid Saiyan dick, before puberty had even put hair in that area! Goku was a lost cause for information, and Vegeta was pretty closeted about personal issues even for his son, but Trunks was able to at least learn a bit about Saiyan biology from his genius mom, and harnessing the wits inherited from her, Trunks deduced that it was their Saiyan lineage awakening in them. "Think about it," he had said to Goten as they both stood there, baggy pants stretching over a pole like a tent at the front. "We're, like, the only Saiyans left! So of course we gotta start making more babies!" Goten nibbled his fingertip dubiously, but trusted Trunks' logic. He was the smart one, after all.
So then they began to fuss about where they could put their Saiyan babies. Bulma and Chichi were at the forefront of mind, naturally. Bulma was pretty liberal around the house, always confident in her looks and figure. Many times, Trunks would walk in on her in some slacks and just her bra; she'd be nonchalant about it, but his eyes would be caught by the sway of her holstered cleavage and look at very little else. She'd get back to whatever device she was designing, heedless of her dangling knockers, and Trunks would wrestle with the urge to ask permission to feel them!
Of similar circumstance, Chichi was more guarded of her modesty, but was not adverse to the occasional family bath. Goku would insist she join him and their youngest in the tub, and no towels allowed. Chichi would begrudgingly ditch the cover, using her hands to shield herself, blushing like a bride at the exposure of her flared pubic hair and her brownish nipples. Goten stared in awe, but it was Goku who addressed it directly, wrapping an arm around his wife and hoisting a tit in his hand with a look of dimwitted intrigue. "Wow, Chichi, did they get bigger since last time?" She crimsoned at his audacity and lectured him of the importance of boundaries. Especially in front of their impressionable son!
Strike Chichi and Bulma from the list, though Trunks revisited the former as an option, like he could catch Goten unawares with how little the black-haired boy thought. "Sheesh, why does it have to be complicated?" bemoaned the Saiyan royal, tilting his head back as he observed the ceiling, Goten cautiously sitting beside him, thinking that the closeness of their heads might improve their thinking power.
Trunks was so busy fussing at the roof that he didn't see an obvious choice sauntering down the hall. Goten noticed her, though.
18 spent as much time at Capsule Corp. as she could get away with. Not that she liked people, and a remote island in the middle of the sea was much to her preference. Yet being alone meant she was never alone. Krillin could take off with Marron to do human pleasantries, and she'd still have a pervert to contend with. Roshi rarely even asked for contributions from his tenants, not when he had access to 18's bathwater and laundry. She learned quickly that both needed 24/7 guarding, or he'd swig up the soapy shower walls with the greatest delights. Be that as it may, she liked visiting the lap of luxury now and then.
"What about Krillin's wife?" Goten pointed blatantly at the blonde wandering aimlessly. "She's pretty." He made this observation as simple fact instead of opinion.
And Trunks would agree. Not catching her in the shower at the World Tournament was a great missed opportunity for Mighty Mask. But he was also smarter about the Android/cyborg. The thought of a challenge provoked his Saiyan urges, but it was seconded to male lusts. "No way, Goten! Think about it!" He cupped his hand over his mouth while Goten leant an ear to him. "She's pretty, but she's crazy scary. Remember what she did to that Hercule chump? She's the type to extort for favors. I only have a hundred zeni saved from allowance!"
"Wow, you're rich, Trunks!"
"Well, yeah," Trunks agreed less than modestly, unable to miss the opportunity to brag, rubbing his nose snobbishly. "I guess that's true…" He switched to the matter at hand. "The fact is, 18 is a psycho! We can't just fight her and make her do that!"
"What if we fuse?" Goten was desperately trying to help with a solution to not seem like deadweight. Alone, super-smart Trunks could probably find an answer to the problem, and Goten would be left stranded with no way to fix things.
"Duh, because if we fuse"—Trunks crossed his pointer fingers like an X—"the problem will be twice as bad. Besides, we'd probably wind up giving them twins or something."
Twins excited Goten simply because he'd grown up on the idea 'The more, the merrier', but Trunks was much too busy. However, if that was to be their dilemma, in a world where whims could be turned to wishes… "Well, how about we wish that we don't have twins? Shenron can do that, can't he?"
Trunks deliberated for a second, and then chided Goten. "You dummy, why waste a wish on that?! We don't even have a girl picked out to make a baby with!"
"Oh…" Goten sulked. "Sorry."
Trunks nodded in satisfaction for kicking Goten off the metaphorical pedestal of great ideas, and continued his thinking process. He couldn't help thinking… that there was someone…
Gohan…
Trunks perked up as the beginnings of an idea began to take shape.
Gohan!
"Gohan!" he exclaimed out loud, and then turned to Goten, throwing his arms out to the sides. "Gohan goes to school where there's a bunch of girls, right?!"
"Yeah," Goten replied, "but aren't they too old for us? I mean, we barely started school."
"Speak for yourself," Trunks grumbled to the younger, and then pumped a fist to his chest. "Highschoolers are into mature younger guys like me!"
"Hey, you're not that mature!" argued Goten, fearing he was going to fall behind if he wasn't at Trunks's level.
"Am so! A lot more than you! Now listen! I'll get Gohan to introduce us to some girls at his school, and I'll put in a good word for you! Got it?"
Goten nodded, now smiling. "Got it! Thanks, Trunks!"
"Here you two are! Heheh! I was looking for you!"
Trunks and Goten turned from their scheming to the girl striding down the hallway. From the look of her, she was a little worse for the wear; her clothes saturated in sweat, face red from strenuous activity, but proud despite this disheveled appearance. Videl, daughter of Hercule, and recent tagalong for whatever Gohan was doing.
Add an easily forgotten aside to that list; at least to Trunks, who didn't want to be bothered now that he and Goten had a plan.
"Hi, Videl!" Goten greeted enthusiastically. "I didn't know you were here!"
Videl, scrubbing sweat off her cheek with the towel draped over her shoulders, smiled back. "Your mom called and said you guys were visiting Capsule Corp. today and invited me over. Guess I got a little carried away in the training room. Dad should really look into getting one for himself."
"Huh? You tried out the gravity room?" asked Trunks, who wasn't allowed in there without Vegeta's supervision.
"Yeah," said Videl nonchalantly, not knowing how it bugged the kid. "You Saiyans put yourselves through all kinds of training methods, and I wanted to try it out. Guess coming from space makes five times normal gravity easy for you."
"Five times? You-You trained at five times gravity?"
"Hm? Yeah. Is that strange?" Videl didn't know where she stacked up after all.
"Well, no," Trunks hesitated, now thinking on it. "Not for you, I guess. But…" His voice lowered to speak more to himself, "I didn't think the machine went that low."
"Well, now that I've found you two!" She suddenly bent forward to meet their eyelevel. Trunks yelped and jumped; Goten was unfazed. She smiled enthusiastically. "I was wondering if you two would be willing to do a favor for me, since Gohan's got his studies."
Goten and Trunks looked and her, and then looked at each other. "What is it?" asked the former with a finger hooked to his bottom lip.
Videl winked, holding up a finger. "Remember those Dragonballs?"
Chapter 2.
On the last episode of 'A Harmless Wish!' Goten and Trunks totally had boners and stuff! And then Videl asked them to go on a Dragonball hunt! The journey continues!
ccc Five Dragonballs later ccc
It wasn't the elaborate adventure it was in the old days. A mom could kiss her son's brow, hand him a Radar, tell him to be back by the end of the week, and send him off before going back to the master bedroom with her friend and an android to have kinky lesbian sex without a care in the world. So long as her son was a Super Saiyan.
Five Dragonballs after two days. Probably could have been done within a day or possibly hours if Goten and Trunks didn't find ways to goof off in every location they'd found a Dragonball. A flock of seabirds, in the face of Super Saiyans and even a regular flying human, should not be causing them this much difficulty!
"Argh! Birds!" Trunks threw a fit midair, kicking and flapping his arms wildly, wanting to get the annoying things away from him. "They're everywhere! How 'bout we just wish for all of them to disappear?! Then we can find the Dragonball easy!"
"We need to find the Dragonball first," scolded Videl, irate after spending so much time with these two bumbling kids. It had seemed like a lark at first, when Gohan suggested his kid brother help her on this quest, and she thought she'd be good with kids. Goten wasn't too bad, aside from being a whiner whenever he was hungry, but Trunks had the attitude of a spoiled prince who expected everything to go as he planned. And nothing ever went as he planned.
Videl floated out from the crevices in the tall rocks jutting up from the ocean. "And we'd probably have the sixth Ball by now, if you'd stop complaining."
"It's not so bad. Look! I'm a scarecrow!" Goten interjected before Trunks could get his feathers ruffled. Goku's youngest had his arms stretched out for a perch for the numerous seabirds acclimated to his presence.
I had just watched PIRATES OF THE CARRIBEAN: CURSE OF THE BLACK PEARL when this was written.
"That's nice, Goten, but a scarecrow scaresbirds away," Trunks lectured and then threw a pebble to scatter the annoying birds with a "Get outta here!"
Goten was despondent when his feathery friends took flight.
"C'mon, stop goofing around." Videl treaded air off the edge of where Goten stood. "That Ball's around here, but we're never going to find it if you guys keep getting distracted!" She went back to her spelunking along the sides of the pillars, expecting to find the treasured orange sphere embedded in a crevice.
"Jeez, this is such a waste of time." Trunks landed next to Goten. "Why'd we even come with her? We have bigger problems to worry about than letting her see Shenron."
"What do you mean?" asked Goten, who was having the time of his life visiting all these places that were absent in the mountains where he lived.
"Hello?!" said Trunks incredulously, pointing down to the very obvious erection shoving out at Goten's front. "We were trying to get this issue solved, weren't we?! We didn't even have a chance to tell Gohan to introduce us…!"
"Hey!" Videl's voice echoed up to them. "I hope you guys are looking for it instead of wasting time!"
"Jeez!" Trunks rubbed his head with one hand and placed the other on his hip. "She's a real slave driver, isn't she? Must come from being the spoiled brat of some rich snob."
"Uh…" Goten chose instead to bite his tongue and start looking around for the last Dragonball instead of upsetting Trunks or Videl.
Sighing, Trunks floated aimlessly through the rock spires, not looking too hard. After all, this was a pretty small place. The Ball was bound to show up even with minimal effort.
And proving this point…
"I found it!"
Clack-clack-clack! The treasure bounced and rattled across the grassy plateau with Goten in ecstatic pursuit. He laughed as he ran like a rabbit… until a flock of agitated bird blew against him. But he hadn't lost sight of it! The Ball, now teetering on the edge of the cliff…! "Gotcha!" he shouted, making a ditch effort to grab it at the last second, but only wound up grazing and tilting it up with the tips of his fingers. The Two-Star plummeted.
"Ha-ha! Not to worry, Goten! Trunks is here to save the day!" The cocky son of a prince held out his hand, expecting the Ball to land perfectly.
But eager Videl, not realizing that the boys had already seen it, caught a glimpse of it falling and merrily went after it, testing her flight speed and… knocking the Ball from Trunks's hand, just as the flock surged up from below, irritated by the ruckus near their nest. The Ball had vanished, and Videl and Trunks were left spitting out feathers.
"Good going, Trunks," spat Videl with feathers sticking to her. "Why'd you have to get in my way?!"
"Me?! You're the novice who barely learned how to fly! How about you sit this hunt out and let the professionals handle the Dragonballs."
Videl scowled. "Professionals? From what Gohan's told me, you two have never seen Shenron either."
"Hey, don't change the facts, Videl. Yoou're the one who wanted to see Shenron and had to come to us for help!" snapped Trunks down at her, flapping his hands madly and pointing accusingly.
"Yeah, and I regret doing that! I could've done this on my own after all!"
The back-and-forth between spoiled heirs would have continued but for Goten shouting out from above that he had found the Two-Star among the nest eggs. With it secured and shoved into the duffle bag with the others, tempers were quickly cooling; Trunks bragging for his mother's genius and Goten cheering how easy this adventure was. On the other hand, Videl was patting dust and feathers from her clothes, lamenting that she hadn't packed appropriately. "Guess I thought it'd be quicker than this, but I thought for sure I wouldn't need extra clothes." She pulled out her collar, checking down to her bust. "It'd be great if we could at least find a place to take a bath. All this sweat…"
Trunks's eyes narrowed while Goten continued to jubilate about the six Dragonballs acquired. "She just can't stop complaining, can she? Women." He waved his hand with a dismissive smirk. "They always find something to complain about. I can go another week without a bath!"
"Hahaha! I can go a month!" Goten answered, thinking it was the right thing to do until Trunks refuted it, saying that there were limits and his were disgusting.
"Now that I think about it," Videl said as she turned to her two companions while plucking feathers from her short hair, "what wish are we going to make? That's what happens when we summon Shenron, right?"
Trunks gave a nod. "That's right. That's why anyone searches for the Dragonballs. Not for some guest appearance." He did not hide his ire for Videl's reasoning for this hunt.
And she took offense to his attitude. "Well, excuse me. I'm not used to seeing all these weird things. And a dragon would be pretty cool all by itself." She patted her thighs.
Goten watched her, his eyes big and his mouth small. It was a look of intrigue.
"I might just wind up wishing for a bath and some spare clothes," Videl mumbled as she walked over to plop down with them. Trunks looked away from her, annoyed. Still, she asked again, "But what did you two want to wish for? I guess, since you're doing this favor for me, it makes sense that I let you guys get the reward."
"What I'd wish for?" Trunks hadn't given it any thought. He just saw this as a distraction from preying on Gohan to get some highschooler girl. Still, if he had it his way… "I'd get myself my own amusement park! With no lines and no height requirements! All just for me! Hahaha~!!"
"Maybe," drawled Goten with a big smile, "a land of cake and candy! That would never run out, and I could eat all I wanted without Mom getting mad!"
Hearing these two wishes made Videl laugh. "You guys might be Super Saiyans, but you're still kids, huh?"
"Uh-huh!" agreed Goten before saying, "Or we could just wish for girlfriends since-mmph!" He was suddenly ambushed by Trunks shoving his hand over his mouth, telling him to shut up!
This additional information caught Videl unawares. She slumped, her shoulders falling, one side of her white overshirt falling off her shoulder. "A girlfriend? Aren't you two… a little too young for that?"
"Hey, I'm not too young for anything!" Trunks admonished defensively with a jab to himself. "I'm totally mature! And older girls like that! Besides"—He stomped toward her with one foot—"what's it matter to you? You already said we could have the wishes! So stop asking questions!"
"No need to get all defensive!" Videl jumped to her feet, holding up her fist between them as if ready for a fight. "I'm just asking a question out of interest. If you don't want to tell me, then fine! But if you ask me, kids like you shouldn't be worrying about stuff like that!"
"And if you ask me," Trunks fired back, "you need your butt kicked!"
The girl fumed, red-faced and angry. "Oh yeah?!"
"Yeah!" Trunks shouted and erupted with energy. Enough energy to rattle the birds again and bring pecking hell down upon them. The squabble ended for escape. The gulls plucked at them, and unwilling to harm the animals, the trio grabbed their supplies and made off in the direction of the last Dragonball.
"Oh good, a town," sighed Videl, wiping her brow and imagining that any home here would welcome the daughter of the World Champion Mister Satan and lend her a bath.
"More like a hillbilly village," corrected Trunks, who could count the number of buildings with one glance. "Think one of these houses has the Dragonball inside?"
"Food, food, I'm hungry!" Goten ran down the dirt road, and Trunks ran after him when realizing how hungry he was too. Videl, after observing the outcropping of previous crystals, gave chase, chastising them for abandoning her.
Up the road, the threesome came upon a pagan ritual offering up a little blonde girl to deflect a curse. The shaman was decried as a village idiot, and Videl could believe it as he waved his scepter and shouted a bunch of gibberish. Man, was she hot as she confronted the praygiver, deflecting the ball in the handle of his cane. But Trunks intervened from her knocking him on his butt, promising the villagers liberation from the ravenous deity.
"In exchange for that necklace" was Trunks's condition, and the villagers and the dubious shaman agreed.
"If any of you could spare a bath and some clothes," Videl added, plucking at her overshirt to show the mussed state of it, "I'd really appreciate it."
Of course, strangers offering off the cuff to help the village were obliged. The chieftain lent his home and wardrobe to their guests, but it was one room, which meant… "You guys had better not peek!"
"What? I thought we were taking a bath!" whined Goten, halfway out of his orange gi.
"No way!" shouted Videl. "I'm taking a bath first, and you two can go after. Understand?"
Goten was less enthused at that prospect. The more the merrier, he always thought.
Videl huffed with an affirming nod and slammed the door behind her.
"Sheesh, you're being such a dummy, Goten," Trunks warned. "You're lucky she hasn't noticed yet. You've been pointing it at her all day! Good thing your pants are baggy."
"You too, Trunks. It's not like you haven't!" More of a bluff from Goten; he could only assume Trunks's affliction, but could not confirm it.
"Heh-heh-heh!" Trunks tutted with a back-and-forth finger. "I've got it trapped in my waistband so Videl can't see. Could you imagine if she did? Goten, she's been nagging us this whole trip! What do you think she'd do if she saw them?! She'd go straight to our moms and tell them! Then we'll be in real trouble."
Goten gulped, and then looked at the door. After a moment, a small bit of pink appeared on his face. "Well, I was thinking." He began twiddling his fingers. "Perhaps, we could ask Videl…"
"The only way to take care of it," persisted Trunks, not hearing Goten, "is to get Gohan to set us up with one of his friends from school!"
"I-I know, Trunks," Goten replied, and then pointed, "that's why Videl…!"
"That's why she can't find out! So get some rest, Goten! Tomorrow, we summon Shenron and solve our problem!" He held up two fingers in a vee for Victory!
Reluctantly, Goten did the same.
And in the meantime, in the bathroom, Videl disrobed bit by bit. She was unsettled by the feeling of her sports bra peeling off after being worn through such hardships. She'd have to take the chieftain's offer of borrowing some of his daughter's clothes; a prim dress that was objectively refined and lovely, but not altogether suitable for Dragonball hunting.
Well, it would fit, even across her chest. And Videl regarded her bosoms briefly, fondling them with the reverence of caressing the Dragonballs. Her feathery touches stimulated her skin, reacting also to the comfortable and humid atmosphere of a steamy log room. Her brown nipples tickled and rose to the occasion. But she ignored them and peeled her shorts and panties down next. Gooey down there, she realized from the shimmer amongst her raven-black forest.
"Sweatier than I thought," she excused herself, folding the undergarments and shorts respectively to be cleaned at her own discretion. So she stood there in naked glory, a fine specimen of human femininity. She wasn't busting at the seams like her busty blonde friend Erasa, but they were full and round and youthfully perky. Her shoulders didn't slump, her posture great, her stomach defined but lithe, her waist trim and her hips broad, thighs strong and legs long. Yep, Super Saiyan, Golden Warrior or Saiyaman, she had no problem knocking Gohan flat like this.
But that reeled in reality and made her heave a sigh of woe.
If he were here…
Oh well, tomorrow would likely see the end of this adventure, she would be fulfilled of her dragon curiosity, and life would continue.
Still, while this bath had a schedule – as she and the boys wanted to trap the mountain deity by nightfall – she couldn't help a bit of lounging in the comfortable rustic bath; so different from the gaudy marble ones at home. She stretched with a good groan, her muscles pulling deliciously, her breasts bobbing on the water surface as she settled back in with her hands pillowing her head. She reeled in a frown. "What's the deal with them anyway?" she said in reference to her companions. "Wanting to wish for girlfriends? Who would want to waste a wish on that?"
ccc Capsule Corp., Bulma's bedroom ccc
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ccc Back with Videl ccc
It wasn't so bad, this hunt for the Dragonballs; Videl wouldn't mind doing it again. But that Trunks…! She frowned especially hard thinking about him and that undeserved princely attitude of his. She couldn't even relax in this sprawled-out pose, soaking, crossing her ankles casually on the other side of the back while the water motions carried her breasts gently. "He's gonna wish for a girlfriend? I feel sorry for any girl who gets with him." And poor Goten was being badly influenced to boot.
Maybe she should have a word with Chichi when she got back.
ccc Chichi ccc
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ccc A bath later, at a deity-sized banquet ccc
"You smell good, Videl."
Videl blushed at the compliment, though wasn't entirely flattered. She, Goten, and Trunks were hiding within a pot, waiting for this cursed monster to show up and take the bait of offering. Eating was when anyone was most vulnerable, and Videl was confident that she could take on this village-terrorizing monster with her fists and the power of flight, even in this formal yet simple dress.
"I just took a bath," she told Goten, frowning. "And don't sniff me! It's bad enough we all have to be crammed in here without you saying weird things like that."
Goten pouted and mumbled, "I was just trying to be nice."
"Don't bother." Trunks gestured to her. "Women never know how to take a compliment, Goten. If you say the same thing when she's wearing perfume, she'll get all embarrassed. At least she doesn't smell like armpit anymore." He got a whack immediately for saying that hyperbole.
"How dare you! Hasn't anyone ever taught you some manners!" roared Videl, still holding her fist up threateningly between her and him.
Trunks had taken heavier hits, but he still held the swelling on his noggin with a tear growing in the side of his eye. "Not my fault you can't handle the truth. I'm just saying you don't stink as much now!"
"Why you-!" Videl threw herself at him, and he yelled, taking a defensive pose as she bore down on him, fists at the ready to pound at him. His Saiyan strength easily repelled her, but being it wasn't 'serious', she was gaining leverage against him while he strained to resist.
"Uh, guys?"
Goten's voice was mute to their combat, as they began to hurl insults at one another in their fisticuffs stalemate. "You rude brat!" "You smelly ape!" Videl wedged between his feet, landing against his crotch with her stomach, breasts flattening against his torso, but they wrestled heedlessly. The bodice wasn't much help in the ways of feeling, but her breasts did bunch up from the squirming.
Neither of them had even noticed the dusk sky that had appeared overhead when the lid of their trap was opened and a dinosaur gazed down at them. Goten was indecisive what was more interesting: the dinosaur or the two wrestling, Videl gaining the upper hand as she grabbed a tassel of Trunks's hair and pulled. "Ow-ow-ow!" wailed Trunks with arms flailing.
Goten rose to his feet, nibbling his fingertip, and then looked at the monster. It was equally perplexed to see such strange foodstuffs at its tribute. The smallest one stared up at it, and then split his face in a wide smile. "I'll take you on, Mr. Dinosaur!" And, laughing, he sprung into action, jetting out of the bowl like a missile and clobbering the deity in the maw with a tiny fist. Despite all manner of physics, the dino toppled while the bowl turned over, spilling the conflicting contents over the ice terrain. It was just what was needed for them both to get their head in the game.
"Argh! We'll finish this later!" Trunks said, pulling his fists in at his sides. "You just stay outta our way!" He went to help Goten while Videl, stumbling onto her feet, high-heel boots hard to stabilize on ice, called out worriedly, "What are you two doing?! That thing's huge-!"
Huge, but a pushover; at least to two very special boys of very special lineage. Both pushed the dinosaur around like a plush toy, laughing gaily while doing so. One-handed, Goten could juggle the entire thing! And Trunks made the decisive blow with a single punch to the nose. The savage beast was beaten, and had ironically become a feast for the entire village and then some!
But before that, Videl was left gawking and speechless as she evaluated Gohan's seemingly-harmless little brother, laughing from this easy victory. For a moment, she gaped and then… took notice that his pants were stretched in the front. Far further than one should assume of a kid his size! She pointed stupidly. "Is-Is than…! An ere-?" She lost her focus and slipped on the ice and lost her train of thought as she rubbed her rear.
So after, when the deity was carved up, its pieces roasting on pits of charcoal. Goten and Trunks accepted any bowl and plate and spit that was offered – "We haven't eaten like this in days!" cheered Trunks as Goten agreed with a mouthful – and Videl was satisfied with a spit roast while addressing the grateful villagers, saying that any payment was unnecessary and that she was happy to be of some help.
"Speak for yourself," Trunks interjected with one cheek full of dino meat. He pointed at the shaman brooding at the side, wringing his hands around his cane like he wished it were one of their necks. "A deal's a deal! Cough up that necklace, weirdo!"
With no authority or power to argue or barter, the shaman relinquished his treasured trinket, and then ran off, vowing revenge. "If the powers of the mystics will not avail me," he swore, "then I will resort to science!" He headed straight to the Bio-Broly movie… which features 18 and Trunks and Goten…
Anyway, the feast was mostly uneventful and calm, and the trio was welcome to a hut to spend the night. Videl was still awake around midnight, thinking of tomorrow. It wasn't the excitement of meeting the dragon that kept her up; just potent thoughts of recent memory.
Her blue eyes ran over to the kids, lying in a snoring jumble, just like a pair of any other children. But their innocence was usurped – and she diligently looked away, pursing up her lips and acting like she hadn't seen anything – by the very obvious lump in their pants. Boys shouldn't have such big appendages… right? Not like she'd seen any before; at least not so young. But she always thought the size of the penis was in proportion to the body!
"I-I should go to sleep," she said aloud, like it hadn't occurred to her before. She went under the thin sheet and held it against her, back to the boys. Pulling the blanket to her bosom beneath her tucked chin, she could feel her heart pumping hard and fast. Pulse up, cheeks flushed, and the spot between her young and supple thighs rapidly warming.
Videl was a virgin, but not entirely by choice. She went into Orange Star High fully expecting to graduate academics after graduating from virginity. Part of her intentions was womanly resolve, and part of it was to defy her womanizing dad. But when it got to it, she found herself a bit too proud to reduce herself to a notch on Sharpener's bedpost. He was showy, but arrogant; likely a poor performer in bed, and would blabber about it to everyone the next day, talking himself up and her down. He was too much like her dad for her to want to sleep with him.
Gohan was the one she wanted. Unlike her dad in every way… except strength. Not at first glance, though, as he tiptoed nervously around conflict and ducked at every confrontation. That was until she unmasked Saiyaman and found out he was the Golden Fighter and the one who actually defeated that cellular being seven years ago. A bit of admiration and a lot of infatuation; she had decided he'd be the one.
Perhaps the one, getting her deeply-hidden girlhood fantasies to come to surface.
Unfortunately, Gohan was also dense like a hillbilly. His heart always seemed in the right place, but his mind and his nose had been trained to the insides of books. She played it casual at first with tactful nudges in the right direction. "Ugh! My shirt's so wet from all this sweat!" And she'd push her bust out against her white school t-shirt to show off the absence of a bra. Rather than gawk like other men, Gohan beamed and said that they should end training for the day. And then, to his confusion, she'd boil with anger and shake a fist at him. "How… stupid…! Can you be?!"
But it didn't stop her. A bend-over there, a flash down her shirt there… but Gohan was oblivious. Must have taken after his dad, for Chichi shot her looks, though none that Videl could describe with any clarity. It seemed like she was offended, and at the same time, intrigued by this hussy trying to seduce her son.
Little Goten might have been worse off picking up on social clues. Videl had certainly thought so at first, until that mention of wishing for a girlfriend.
Maybe he meant it literally?
Videl sighed into her pillow and pulled at her blanket. "How dumb," she muttered and tried to go to sleep, trying to think of mythical dragons and not the disproportionate bulges hiking up the boys' trousers.
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On the next episode for 'A Harmless Wish'! The trio of Dragonball hunters summon Shenron and make their wish! But is it the wish that they meant to make?! Find out next time on 'A Harmless Wish Z'!
Chapter 3.
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The trio of Dragonball hunters was in for a huge discovery!
"What the-?! It's saying that I'm a Dragonball!" Trunks shouted, huddling over the Radar, spooked by this sudden calling. His dad always pestered him about someday rising to greatness, but he never thought he'd be legendary this quick!
"Wow," Goten awed, confirming the Dragonball readings with his own eyes. "You really are special, Trunks!"
Sweating and posturing, Trunks reared up, trying to look aloof. "What can I say? I guess it runs in the family…"
"Don't be so dumb!" Videl admonished them both and swiped the necklace from around Trunks' neck. At once, the blipping changed from Trunks to follow the swinging bauble hanging from her hand. "Couldn't you tell something was off? Look! This jewel is huge and orange! How could you not figure this one out, Mr. Genius?"
Trunks reddened at his humiliation and coughed nonchalantly into his hand. "Well," he muttered, barely audible, "it was an honest mistake.
"You sure are smart, Videl!" said Goten.
"Yeah," Videl replied, not losing her disapproving scowl, "whatever." She was a bit flattered, but praise from Goten wasn't exactly hard to get. Show him basic hand tricks, and he'd be enthralled for hours.
Trunks was quick to move past his foolishness and onto the next order of business. He snatched the necklace – "That I rightly won," he was sure to remind everyone. – and proclaimed that they'd rounded up all seven Balls. Already, they were glowing with a mystical charge; Videl was mesmerized.
"We should take it to the mountains," Trunks advised, closing up the duffle bag and kicking off the ground to hover. "If a stupid dinosaur had this village in a panic, no telling what a dragon like Shenron could do. Probably give the old man a heart attack, and we'd have to waste a wish bringing him back to life."
"Good idea, Trunks!"
Videl's lips twitched. Goten was way too easily impressed. Still, it made sense. Shenron was supposedly miles long and caused huge changes in the weather. She didn't want these villagers to think even for a second that she was bringing a new plague upon them.
So it was a good idea.
Giggling with excitement, Videl launched off the ground. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go summon Shenron!" Her laughter echoed behind as she speared through the air, wordlessly challenging the boys to catch up.
"Man, she's so bossy," griped Trunks, adjusting the strap of the duffle bag around his shoulders. He took off after her with Goten in hot pursuit.
"But, Trunks…"
Trunks looked back at his younger friend and saw a look of concern on his face. "What is it now, Goten? Don't tell me you gotta pee again!"
"N-No, it's not that. It's just… what are we going to wish for?"
"That's obvious, duh!" Trunks faced forward, grinning resolutely. "An amusement park can wait. I want a girl to take care of this already!" He made a vague gesture to his pointed pants. "I could hardly even get to sleep last night!" He bunched up and wriggled like he was doing some strange dance. "I just want some relief already!"
"Well, that's what I was thinking about."
Trunks looked dubiously at him. He was thinking?
"What about"—Goten pointed shyly ahead of them, to the girl they were gradually catching up with—"Videl?"
"Videl?! Don't be stupid, Goten! Who'd want to do it with her?! She's all bossy and everything! And she's way older than us!"
Which didn't bother him when he had planned to get Gohan to introduce him to his girl classmates…
"Besides…" Trunks faced forward, his blue eyes on Videl. He could see up her dress…
… Damn leggings…
"You met her dad. She's probably as weak as he is. Or weaker. Heh!" With a boastful point, he jeered that she couldn't handle a Saiyan!
Goten looked down, dejected, and gave a disappointed "Oh."
"Here's good enough!" Trunks shouted loudly so that Videl could hear, skidding to a stop in midair to see him and Goten plummet straight down to a grassy plateau. And, of course, she sneered. This was supposed to be her moment, and she wanted to pick the spot. Darn brats, but it wasn't the worst setting. It was nestled deep, far away from people, miles of terrain; the kind of place when, one needed to do Earth-saving battle, it'd be the perfect spot for constant explosions and damage to the terrain.
Trunks was already setting up the Balls when Videl landed and approached; she approached in that very powerful strut of shoulders moving dramatically in time with her footsteps. "Let's get one thing straight, boys! You have to listen to me and not go off on your own!" She bent over, finger pointed angrily; Trunks was already disinterested and annoyed, and Goten – being Goten – sulked from being scolded. "Imagine if you guys got hurt or lost! How do you think your moms would react?!"
"Oh, please. Like that'd ever happen," said Trunks with an eyeroll. "How about next time you wanna hunt for the Dragonballs, you make a wish that you don't need kids to help you."
Videl ground her teeth as he and Goten laughed.
"Now it's time to make our wish!" Trunks turned to the glowing Balls. "We summon you, Shenron!"
Before the building exclamation of rage could come from Videl's lips, she was put into a state of sheer marvel as a streak of golden light shot up as the sky blackened to midnight proportions. The streak went up about a mile before veering left, and then right, and then looped over and again. Coils appeared under the light; green and red. And then the mighty head of Shenron appeared with an awakening roar.
"Waah!" Videl stumbled back, hardly able to catch herself as she turned her head upward to take in the awesome splendor of Earth's Dragon. "It-It really is a Dragon!"
"Of course," jeered Trunks, acting cool with a nervous sweat over his brow; Goten was laughing to himself, his open smile big and wide, just about absent of thought. "We told you all along, didn't we?"
"You who have summoned me, I will grant two wishes! Speak them now, and it will be so!" Shenron's mighty voice shook the air.
"R-Right!" Trunks instinctively snapped to attention like a soldier to a commander; a blundering wreck of nerves. "I mean, yessir, I mean…!"
"Trunks, Trunks," pestered Goten, reaching over to tug at Trunks's sleeve. "What're we wishing for again? The food, right?"
"Gosh, Goten! You only think about toys and food, don't you? You're such a kid!" Trunks shoved a finger at Goten's face as if to make a point. "A girlfriend, Goten! A girlfriend!"
"But Videl…" Goten's eyes went over to the girl gawking, unable to pick her jaw back up.
"Speak now! I am waiting!" rumbled Shenron.
Flustered, Trunks swung his arm in front of him. "I told you: No! N! O! No way! Even with that bossy personality, she's too weak and would get hurt if she had sex with us!"
Goten sulked. His developed crush on Videl – as she was the first girl he'd met that wasn't his mom or Trunks's mom – left him despondent and lamenting, "I wish Videl wouldn't get hurt when we have sex with her."
Lidless red eyes lit up, activated by those significant words.
"It shall be so," answered Shenron. "No harm shall befall this woman, the one named Videl, during any sexual act with the two of you."
"WHAT?!!" screamed Videl and Trunks in unison. The latter swung to his bigmouthed friend. "You stupid! Look what you did! You wasted that wish! We were supposed to wish for your girlfriend with the second wish! Dummy!"
Goten, realizing his mistake too late, slapped his hands over his mouth and profusely apologized behind them. "I-I'm sorry! I just said it without thinking!"
"Stupid," growled Trunks, and made a fumble on his own as he wasted the second wish: "I wish you could shut your mouth for just one second."
The sound of Shenron granting a wish… and Trunks recognized his own stupidity. Goten's open mouth closed by force… and then was open again, gaping with a quizzical noise before turning to a jovial smile. "That was weird!" he laughed.
"No! That wasn't-!!"
But Shenron cut off the child of Capsule Corp. "Your wishes have both been granted! Until the Dragonballs are again gathered"—The serpentine body coiled and reared—"farewell!" In a golden burst, he condensed and scattered in seven spectacular rays of light. And just like that, the spectacle was over…
And the repercussions were about to begin.
There was that complementary silence of stupor before Trunks, red-faced and raging in the trousers, pivoted on Goten, his arms tense like he was ready for a fight but with tears welling up in his eyes like he was getting ready to bawl like a baby. "Goten! You ruined everything! All because you wasted that wish!"
"But, but!" Goten flung a finger right back at him in accusation. "You wasted the second wish! That was your fault!"
"My fault?! You just distracted me!"
"And the first wish wasn't wasted!"
"Yes, it was!" Trunks frowned, fists now on his hips. "You think anything's gonna happen with…yeow!" His arms went out and flapped like a bird's wings as his ear was tugged at.
"Just what was the meaning of that wish?!" barked Videl. She looked over at Goten, who recoiled in embarrassment, feeling worse than if she was pulling his ear instead. "I can't believe you two! Was that what this was all about?! Getting girlfriends?! Just to… Just to…?!" She couldn't even finish the thought, too outraged and embarrassed to commit to it.
Trunks got his ear back, and with a hand covering it to make sure she couldn't pinch it some more, he shouted, "It wasn't supposed to be any of your business anyway, Videl! Not like you can understand! You're a girl." He scoffed, turned away, and folded his arms. "Guess we're back to square one, Goten. Back to the plan of getting Gohan's friends. First, we gotta ditch Videl."
Goten, seeming to not be paying attention, was staring at something behind Trunks.
"Hello~? Goten? You listening?"
Goten's little finger came up and pointed to something behind Trunks's back. "Videl's leaving."
"Huh?" Trunks whipped around and saw Videl in flight. "H-Hey! Where do you think you're going?!"
"I'm letting your moms know what you're up to," Videl called back to them.
Panicked, both Trunks and Goten jumped and stumbled, holding their heads and shouting as they thought of the wrathful return awaiting them… if Videl got home before them. Trunks, realizing what needed to be done first, chased after her; Goten, on reflex of trouble, just went still, threw his head back, and began to cry.
At top speed, Trunks got ahead of Videl. Wide open sky, but his arms and legs spread like he could block her; at least she stopped, seemingly willing to hear him out, if only to humor him. "You're not telling anyone about this, Videl!"
"Yes, I am," she said with certainty.
"No, you're not!" Trunks screamed back, balling up and kicking his feet in tantrum.
No time for this; Videl did the appropriate thing: sidestepping him and bursting to the West. But Trunks caught her in passing. "Let go!" she told him, but to her shock, he hurled her instead. Perhaps deadly at this height to anyone who couldn't fly. Videl hoped he acknowledged that. She caught herself several feet from the ground, her exertion of ki energy spreading out a billow of dirt from the patchy grass.
She straightened and glared up at him. He was sniveling now, fists up, trying not to behave like Goten – who was still sobbing – and, by doing so, was acting just like Goten. "So it's a fight you want. Okay, I'm game." She moved a foot behind her, entering her common stance of offense. "But don't think I'll go easy on you just because you're a kid."
"Oh yeah?! Sniff! Hic! That's what your dad said before I punched him into a wall!" Trunks yelled.
Videl kicked off at top speed and collided with Trunks. He'd taken heavier hits from a beachball, but the mood was affecting him. He went on defense, blocking her speedy punches and – her specialty – her kicks. Her dress was a distraction for Trunks; it blocked his view and hid her legs. Still, nothing a Saiyan kid couldn't handle. To her credit, he would at least say she was more skilled than her dad.
And, as she pursued the endeavor to best him, Trunks felt his spirits begin to lift. In little time, he began to forget why this scuffle was even happening! And also, he was forgetting why he found Videl so disagreeable. When she opened her mouth to berate him and his ideas, when she got in his way of showing off, he couldn't think of anyone worse. But the rhythm of these punches and their intensity – at least the intensity intended for them – were becoming… attractive.
"Alright!" growled Videl to pump herself up, readying to pull out her showstopper. The Super Megaton Punch; a work in progress to upstage her dad should the time come for her to face him on the World Champion stage. A fatal move for battles of Saiyan proportions, but Trunks was all for flashy.
She launched her fist, and he dodged rather than block – maybe a better move, as it'd probably crush her to see her best punch held back by a child's finger. So Trunks dodged, ducking under her outstretched arm, and then planted both hands on a breast apiece.
The moment froze, her still in the follow-through of her punch and Trunks attaching his hands to her bust. She wore a mask of disbelief at this groping, and Trunks wore one of confusion and building frustration.
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On the next episode of 'A Harmless Wish GT', Trunks tests out the wish made, but does Goten have anything to say about it? And what about Videl?! Will she have whoa that and we don't without it?! Find out next time!