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Instinct	By : smking Category: Dragon Ball Z > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 14846 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“… so do you want to give it a little taste?”

Mirai snapped out of his daze, having zoned out during the middle part of the conversation, and tried to control the thoughts that popped out when he heard those words.

“What?” he asked, refocusing his eyes on hers. They were sitting in the living room couch, it was late at night and they were most likely the only two people awake at Capsule Corp.

Bulma put her hands on her hips and gave him a look, a look that for anyone else would be challenging and annoyed but for him was in a half joking manner “Mirai, did you space out on me?” Bulma shook her head in mock disgust “And I thought you were one of the good ones”

“Forgive me Bulma, I just got lost in my thoughts there for a second… what was it that you wanted me to taste?”

“It’s this cheesecake I made, mom’s been giving me cooking pointers and I think I’m getting better at it” she looked at Mirai hopefully, willing him to give her cooking a chance. This was no easy task; the last meal Bulma had made had given all of capsule Corp violent food poisoning.

Mirai sweated it out, he’d do anything for her but tasting her cooking was pushing it. She could see he was hesitating so she gave him her best puppy dog eyes, leaning in close for maximum effect. Of course, she couldn’t know just how much it actually affected Mirai.

Under her intense pleading look Mirai crumbled. Putting his hands up he acquiesced “ok ok, I’ll give it a taste, but you have to be my doctor afterwards” he was only half joking.

Bulma stuck her tongue out at him “I thought you saiyans were braver than that. Come on I’ll give you a piece!” she stood up off the couch and grabbed his arm, dragging him along with her to the kitchen.

Mirai always hated these moments. When she touched him and especially when she grabbed him he had to exercise extreme care to suppress the impure thoughts that bubbled up. The fact that they spent so much time together now didn’t help matters.

It had seemed like a good idea at first, when he and his mother had planned out his trip to the past they’d decided that he should stay in the past the full 3 years, it would help both him and the z-fighters be as prepared as they possibly could. Because he would be spending so much time with the z-fighters he’d decided not to tell Goku who his parents were, he’d reasoned that the risk of it being found out beforehand was too big.

It took very little time for that not to matter.

He’d been living in Capsule Corp for 5 months, and it was only a few weeks ago that he’d realized what he’d done. He’d been happy when Bulma broke it off with Yamcha soon after his arrival; it was a big step to her getting together with his father. The first time he’d seen his mother in this timeline he was hit by her incredible beauty. Even though he knew she was the same person as his mother her youthful looks and disposition (so different to his mother’s weariness) took him off guard.

His father was another story. Almost from the moment of Mirai’s arrival at Capsule Corp the saiyan prince had alternated between sneering at him with intense jealousy and trying to demean him as many times as he could. While Mirai tried very hard to not provoke and even connect with his father, it all came to a head very quickly. Only one month into his stay at capsule corp they got into a fight, a fight in which Mirai humiliated his father and caused the prince to leave the planet, vowing to become strong enough to defeat Mirai.

Mirai should have been tipped off that this was a pivotal change by the fact that Bulma hadn’t been affected by Vegeta’s departure. The blue haired heiress had been relieved the day the prince had left, she hadn’t mentioned his name since.

Because Vegeta’s departure meant she didn’t have to spend so much time fixing the machines he broke, she started spending much more time with Trunks (or Mirai, as they knew him). She showed him around the city, dragged him along with her on her shopping trips and even took him to the beach once.

There was an age difference, Mirai was 17 and Bulma was 26, but she was so outgoing and he was so reserved that it was almost like their ages were the opposite.

Mirai thought nothing of their relationship at first, until his first ever meeting with Yamcha…

Mirai had just arrived at Capsule Corp from his weekly training sessions with Goku, Gohan and Piccolo. He’d worked up quite a sweat after having an intense sparring match with Goku. The man was everything he’d heard about and more, Mirai was confident that with him the androids would stand no chance.

Mirai was heading towards his room for a shower. He was passing by the kitchen when he heard Bulma shouting.

“…AND DON’T YOU EVER THINK ABOUT COMING BACK TO THIS HOUSE… I’M TIRED OF YOUR BULLSHIT!!”

“COME ON BULMA, AFTER ALL WE’VE BEEN THROUGH…” Mirai recognized this voice as Yamcha’s

“AFTER ALL WE’VE BEEN THROUGH I SHOULD HAVE DUMPED YOU A LONG TIME AGO… NOW GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!” The finality in her voice was apparent. Mirai couldn’t help but remember all the times his mother had yelled at him for getting into another confrontation with the androids, never had he heard the venom her voice had now.

Yamcha came out into the hall where Mirai was, looking very angry. His eyes met Mirai and the teenager could see all the emotions flash through the bandits face at seeing Mirai: hate, jealousy, envy. For a split second it looked like Yamcha wanted to start something with the young demi-saiyan, but his mind caught up with him and he diverted his eyes downward, swiftly walking away in a boiling rage.

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Mirai didn’t fully grasp the meaning of Yamcha’s look until a week ago. That was when it all clicked…

Mirai was sitting in a beach chair in the backyard in a wife beater and boxers, staring out into West City. He often did this, just sit and stare at the city and marvel at just how different this bustling metropolis was from the hell he came from.

This was a very hot day, Mirai had arrived in the late spring and it was now the middle of summer, he was resting under the shade of a parasol and was enjoying the cool breeze that blew by.

He heard footsteps coming from the house and turned his head to see Bunny. He’d never been able to meet his grandmother in his timeline, she’d died by the time he was two. The woman was a bit… out there, but her nice and happy demeanor made it very easy to warm up to her.

“Hi there Mirai, it’s really hot out here so I thought you could use a drink” she was carrying a tray with what looked like lemonade. Bunny almost perpetually carried some type of sweet or refreshment. Mirai being half saiyan never said no to a meal.

“Thank you Mrs. Briefs” he took the juice from the tray and drank, he hadn’t realized how thirsty he was.

Bunny smiled at Mirai, widening her usually narrowed eyes to reveal big deep blue orbs. Mirai was slightly dazzled, having never seen her eyes. It added to her beauty, a woman who in her 40’s still could turn heads.

“Please Mirai, you’ve been living here for so long, call me Bunny” her eyes narrowed back and her smile widened. She turned and walked away as Mirai’s eyes almost involuntarily went to her ample breasts, which bounced up and down slightly as she walked back into the house.

Mirai shook his head, not knowing where those thoughts had come from, when something else took his mind off his grandmother.

Bulma walked out into the yard in a swimsuit, a light pink two piece that left almost nothing to the imagination. The bottom hugged her tight lower half perfectly, showing off her perfect ass. The top was rather thin, presenting her succulent C cup breasts. As she walked ever so slowly over to Mirai, he couldn’t help but stare in wonder at the perfection in front of him. His mind told him that this was his mother, but he just couldn’t control the reaction she caused in him.

He tried to pass it off but Bulma could tell he was reacting with the way he was squirming slightly in his chair.

“I didn’t know you were going to the beach” Mirai said. Maybe if they talked he wouldn’t feel so uncomfortable.

“I’m not” Bulma giggled. She pulled up a chair next to his but without a parasol. “I need a tan and the day is looking great for one” she stretched out onto the beach chair. Mirai couldn’t look away as her breasts pressed onto the chair. His eyes traveled to her perfect bottom as Bulma wiggled it around to ‘settle into the chair’.

Bulma couldn’t believe it, after months of trying to get Mirai to hit on her, it was refreshing to know that he was attracted to her. She’d almost been afraid that the perfectly chiseled teen was gay, but it was clear that he was just shy and inexperienced because of the world he came from.

Mirai could feel the inevitable tent he’d been fighting form in his pants, making it very hard to hide his soon to be raging erection. Weighing his options, he decided that his only real option was to leave and take care of his ‘problem’.

“Oh ummm… I completely forgot, I uh… need to help Gohan with his homework” Mirai babbled this out and quickly stood and flew off, it would only be halfway to the Son household that he’d remember he was in his boxers.

Bulma smiled, she was getting to him.

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Ever since that day Mirai had been waging an intense mental battle, not because he’d realized his mother had the hots for him, but because he was finding it increasingly hard to resist.

After all, this Bulma wasn’t his mother, and from the way his presence changed things she would not be giving birth to him in this timeline.

Bulma let go of his arm as they entered the kitchen and walked over to the fridge. Mirai sat down at the dinner table to wait.

“Close your eyes” Bulma said looking at Mirai over her shoulders. “I want you to just focus on the taste”

Mirai shot her a questioning look that made Bulma harrumph. “Oh come on, its basic science. I need to eliminate visual stimulus so that your assessment of the taste is as accurate as possible” Bulma used her best professional tone, as if she was discussing the parameters of a serious experiment with one of her employees.

Mirai rolled his eyes “I see you’re very serious about this whole cheesecake thing” having said that, he closed his eyes. He heard her shuffling around the fridge and opened his eyes a fraction. His eyes were immediately drawn to her ass, in tight shorts, wiggling around as she was bent over in front of the fridge. Mirai could feel his erection coming and he closed his eyes shut, trying to clear his mind of the thoughts that were plaguing it.

He heard the fridge door closing.

“Ok here it comes” he could feel Bulma approaching, not just from her footsteps but from the heat he felt emanating from her. An intoxicating smell that seemed tied to that heat made his previously controlled erection rage hard in his pants.

“Open your mouth” She was so close, merely inches away from him, and the tantalizing heat was drawing him like a moth to a flame, stopping all reasonable thought from forming in his brain.

Almost involuntarily he stood up from his chair. He was slightly taller than Bulma, and he could feel the heiresses breathing, which added to the heat, as they stood inches apart. Mirai slowly opened his mouth.

Bulma was entranced; the heat that she felt was more powerful than anything she’d ever experienced, horny didn’t begin to cover it. Ever since Mirai had come from the future she’d masturbated thinking about encounters with the handsome teenager, but not even her imagination could have come up with the need that was bubbling within her.

She had a spoon with a small piece of cheesecake, and she ever so slowly directed it towards Mirai’s mouth.

Mirai felt the spoon enter his mouth and he slowly closed it, tasting the small piece of cheesecake as if it was the most succulent meal he’d ever had. He languidly savored the dessert, its smooth cold texture contrasting perfectly with the heat that now surrounded him.

“Did you taste the special ingredient?” Bulma asked him quietly.

Mirai was so wrapped up in the moment that he had yet to open his eyes “Wha-” his words were muffled by a mouth covering his own.

It was like a geyser erupting after building up for hours. Mirai had long ago forgotten that in another timeline this woman had given birth to him. Acting purely on instinct, his sculpted hands grabbed her roughly against him, one groping her ass while the other was lost in her hair. Bulma’s hands wrapped around his neck, he felt her tongue probing his lips and opened his mouth to allow her access.

Mirai had never even flirted with a girl before, but now his saiyan instincts were guiding him, his body worked as if it had a mind of its own, he was grinding his painful erection into Bulma’s already musty honey pot, and the dry humping alone was sending shockwaves of pleasure through both of them.

Bulma was amazed at how assertive Mirai was; she’d thought she’d have to take the lead to get him to take it far. The amount of pleasure she was receiving from just this was more than she could ever imagine.

As she became more and more aroused Mirai became more and more primal, as the intoxicating smell of his prize was too much for him to ignore. In one motion he ripped open Bulma’s shirt from the back, eliciting a gasp from her. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so her breasts bounced free as Mirai

“You know, you could have just asked me to take it off” she whispered into his ear huskily, too far gone to even attempt sarcasm.

Mirai mimicked her, but with a much more gruff voice “I need you now” he nibbled on her earlobe, making Bulma’s toes curl. His head dipped down to her now exposed breasts, and he hungrily took a nipple in his mouth while kneading the other breast.

Bulma moaned out and held Mirai’s head onto her breast. She didn’t think he’d be this talented…

Mirai turned them around and lifted her up onto the table, taking the opportunity to pull her shorts and panties down to her ankles. Bulma grabbed Mirai’ shirt and started pulling it, the demi-saiyan lifted his hands up and helped her divest him of the article. They shared a steaming kiss and Mirai hugged her to him, reveling in the feeling of her hard nipples pressed against his naked chest.

Without breaking the kiss, Bulma’s hands went to work on his pants, expertly taking off his belt and letting his loose fitting slacks drop to the floor. She buried her hand in his boxers and grasped his manhood. She gasped into Mirai’s mouth as she felt just how big he was, not just in length but in thickness.

Wanting to return the favor, Mirai dipped two fingers into her cunt, swirling his fingers in her depths making the blue haired goddess moan out in ecstasy. Bulma ground her pussy into Mirai’s fingers, trying to extract as much pleasure as she could. She returned to his ear, biting on his earlobe in a way that would be painful to a human but was extremely pleasurable for Mirai.

If the smell and heat had been intoxicating before, now it was almost blinding. Mirai was surprised that the entire house hadn’t woken just from the stench of sex that they were producing. Knowing that he couldn’t wait anymore for his prize, he grabbed onto Bulma’s ass with both hands and lifted her off the table.

Bulma kicked her shorts off and wrapped her legs around Mirai’s waist.

“Are you ready?” Mirai asked in a smoky voice. Bulma looked down and got her first clear look of his organ, the biggest she had ever seen in her life. She almost had orgasm thinking about having it inside of her, and she couldn’t wait anymore.

“Please...” Mirai inched his dick ever so close to her pussy, keeping it only centimeters from touching her heat.

“Please what?”

Bulma looked into his eyes; she’d never thought that sweet quiet Mirai could be so dominating “Please fuck me Mirai!”

Mirai smirked before sheathing himself in her wet heat in one strong push. They both hissed in pleasure as he entered her, until half his length was inside of her vagina. Mirai couldn’t believe the pleasure he was experiencing, and the thought that this was somehow his mother amplified it greatly.

Mirai grunted once and claimed Bulma’s mouth; sharing a passionate kiss ass he began to fuck her in rhythm. One of his hands held her ass and helped it along in pushing back against him while the other kneaded one of her breasts.

Mirai broke off their kiss. Bulma’s head drooped slightly in her daze and Mirai grabbed her chin to pull her face up. Bulma opened her eyes and looked into his, barely able to form coherent thought as the pleasure from their lovemaking was scrambling her brain. She took his thumb in her mouth, sucking on the digit between moans of pleasure.

Mirai gazed into her lust filled half-lidded eyes. The sense of possessiveness that was flowing through him was overpowering.

“You’re mine… ” Bulma could feel Mirai’s eyes bore into her own, his gaze was so intense it was almost like it was boring into her soul. “From now on you’re my property and no one else’s” If Mirai was in his right mind he’d reprimand himself for saying something like that, but at this moment it was almost like he was completely different person.

Bulma couldn’t help but moan out even louder as Mirai’s pounding increased in tempo, his possessive words turning her on even more.

Mirai suddenly stopped and began walking, thinking about taking them over to the wall before reconsidering and turning around. Bulma was confused as to where he was going until she felt a cold surface against her back.

Mirai had her against the fridge, the cold surface creating a painfully pleasurable contrast against the heat they were producing. Without a word he resumed fucking her, starting at a medium pace before speeding up to a frantic pounding.

Bulma was seeing stars, losing almost all thought, the only thing she could do was clean up against the fridge while her nails were buried in Mirai’s back. The demi-saiyan was playing with her breasts, sucking on her hardened nipples and peppering in a few bites witch made Bulma ‘s breath hitch.

They were both nearing their peaks, Bulma having already had multiple mini-orgasms. They were reaching a crescendo, moaning so loudly that Mirai began to think that someone must have heard them by now.

It was seconds from his release when he felt it, the need to bite her. He couldn’t explain it or rationalize it, but he knew that it was necessary.

Bulma felt Trunks move from her breasts to her neck and then she felt a hard bite that broke skin. At that same moment her orgasm hit her and Trunks bottomed out, his full length sheathed inside of her as be shot out gallons of cum directly into her womb. The sensations were so overwhelming that her eyes rolled to the back of her head, a primal gurgle escaping her as she went through the most pleasurable experience in her 26 years of life.

For what felt like a minute she couldn’t see or hear anything, and then the world came back. She felt exhausted and satisfied, she was sure that if he let go she wouldn’t be able to walk right now.

Mirai was coming down from his orgasm as well, though his logical mind returned he found it very hard to feel any remorse from doing this. If anything he felt extremely giddy knowing that he had at least two more years of this to look forward to.

“Let’s…go to my room” Bulma whispered hoarsely, her voice almost gone. Trunks smiled at her and pulled her away from the fridge, still holding her against his body and refusing to remove his penis from inside of her, he wanted to keep all of his cum from flowing out of her womb.

Being a saiyan, he still had more than enough energy to carry them to her room, making sure to pick up their clothes that were strewn out across the kitchen. He reached her door and opened it, carrying the sleepy Bulma to her bed were he laid them both down under the covers.

Bulma cuddled up to him, giving him a kiss on the lips and nuzzling her head against his neck.

“I think… I’ll take you up on that offer” she said and then promptly fell asleep. Mirai knew she meant about being his property, and something swelled up in his heart at the thought of this beauty being his and only his.

He closed his eyes contentedly, not knowing that the next morning he’d learn just how true his declaration had become.
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