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A Harmless Wish	By : c0p13r Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 264 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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On the last episode of 'A Harmless Wish!' copy-chan said, "Oh my Kami!" when he realized he couldn't update this story last month because the Dragons who run this site charges for exceeding a certain amount of updates per month!
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            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 scares birds 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?”
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            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.
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            “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 Z'! 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'!
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