Eighteen's Vengeance

BY : alansmithy555
Category: Dragon Ball Z > AU - Alternate Universe
Dragon prints: 1933
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Eighteen needed to fuck Bulma into oblivion, but wanted to wait.

She'd killed Bulma's son Trunks so he couldn't stop her from bursting into their bathroom, ripping his mother from the shower, and raping her senseless. However, Eighteen wanted Bulma to clean her body before she defiled it, and decided to reflect on her brother's demise instead of exacting her revenge without hesitation.

Trunks killed Seventeen with his sword, but the remote Bulma created to disable Seventeen's cybernetic implants made his decapitation possible, so Eighteen blamed the swordsman's mother for her brother's death while blaming herself for failing to prevent it.

It's my fault Seventeen is dead, Eighteen thought as she sat on Bulma's mattress. I chose to fuck some whore at a massage parlor instead of accompanying him to Bridge Town, like he wanted. No, this is Doctor Gero's fault. He reshaped my body and augmented my breasts, but neglected to alter my genitals until Seventeen and I eliminated a man called Goku. It wasn't our fault the Saiyan died before we could kill him, but Gero refused to honor our agreement and Seventeen and I were forced to terminate him. But, in hindsight, his refusal to give Seventeen a penis and me a vagina was a blessing in disguise. Since, without my cock, I'd be unable to share my anguish and rage with the bitch that killed my brother.

Eighteen stood before removing her clothing and underwear. As she undressed, Eighteen heard Bulma leave the bathroom and walk through the kitchen on her way to the bedroom. Eighteen's dick hardened when Bulma approached the door, and it twitched when she turned the knob and pushed the door into the room. When Bulma entered and the opportunity presented itself, Eighteen would pounce and fuck the bitch's ass, mouth, and pussy until her orifices ached and her belly was filled with cum.

Bulma strolled into her bedroom and gasped when she saw the body lying on her bed.

"Trunks," Bulma said as she approached him. "What are you doing in here?"

Trunks didn't respond.

Bulma started to ask her son if he was okay, but paused when she noticed a jacket on the carpet with a skirt, shirt, leggings, and boots.

Eighteen shoved Bulma onto the mattress, ripped the towel from her body, and then tossed it on the floor.

Bulma's tits were the size of melons and Eighteen smiled as she admired them.

Bulma furrowed her brow. "Get out of my house," she snapped.

Eighteen laughed. "You're in no position to be making demands."

Bulma shook her son. "Trunks," she cried. "Wake up! We've got a problem!"

Eighteen chuckled. "Trunks's dead," she said with a smirk, "so this's a problem you'll have to solve on your own."

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