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Saiyan Style	By : AnonMuss Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 4446 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Obvious disclaimer time. I don't own the Dragon Ball series, and I make no money/profit from this. Side effects of Saiyan Style sex may include serious injury, incarceration, and/or death. Don't try this at home.

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Bulma rolled her chair away from the lab bench and got to her feet, stretching as she yawned and tried to shake off the fatigue of being stationary and deep in concentration for so long. Female physics 101: A body in motion likes to stay in motion, but a body like Bulma's that's stuck with desk work craves motion even more.
Vegeta and Goku had only been gone for two days, but Bulma wished they'd hurry up and get the hell back already. Whis had whisked them off so fast after his special treat that she had never even gotten the chance to tell Vegeta the big news. She didn't think Whis would actually stoop to spoiling her big surprise, but if he did then he was getting banned from the Briefs Creamery for sure.
Thinking of Trunks, she figured now was a good time to stretch her legs and check in on her son and Goten. Goten had gotten permission to stay with them while Goku was away training and Chi-Chi was off helping Videl with her newborn. She hadn't seen the boys much during the days as they adventured together around the vast expanse of her property.
When Bulma asked one of her android assistants where the boys were, she was told they were in sparring room two.
"They destroyed room one yesterday, Ma'am. Thirty-two percent of the damage should be repaired by the end of this day."
"Correction, say 'by the end of today' instead of 'by the end of this day'. You sound like some damn robot."
"By the end of today."
"Good. Pull them up."
The largest monitor in the lab changed from detailed seeker drone schematics to display two little boys locked in battle atop a traditional budukai tournament stage. Bulma was shocked to see Goten in SS3 form, long spiky hair fluttering as he moved faster than even her ultra slow motion cameras could catch more than intermittently. SS2 Trunks was clearly struggling against SS3 Goten, barely able to avoid or block most of the incoming blows, and surely taking too many strong hits to keep up his valiant effort for long.
Just when Bulma thought Trunks would concede the victory, he screamed like a little beast and pressed Goten with a furious series of physical attacks that Goten danced back from, dodging easily, though at the cost of letting himself be positioned right up to the edge of the ring, where all Trunks had to do was get him to go out of bounds to win. Situational awareness was one of Goten's greatest weaknesses, and Trunks used that to his advantage, firing off an intense barrage of energy attacks so strong, fast, and numerous that even SS3 Goten couldn't do anything other than defend from them. Trunks ended the barrage with what she recognized as his signature Double Buster technique.
Trunks brought both of his arms to his sides, hands already glowing and fully powered as though the entire barrage before was just a warm up to this. His hands violently shot forward toward Goten, but instead of the high-damage golden beam of energy that usually emerged, the beam was instead an intense blue. The sheer force of the blast blew SS3 Goten not only off the tournament stage, but it threw him so hard against the side of the building that he smashed right through and out of sight with a tremendous cacophony of sound that made Bulma wince.
The microphones picked up several more large impacts off camera, but almost as soon as the last one registered, the whistling sound of a speeding projectile pierced the air and then Goten was back standing in the ring, a billow of dust, dirt, and other small detritus following in his supersonic wake back through the hole in the wall.
"What was that?" Goten asked, head tilted curiously at his heavily panting friend.
"New *huff* Double Thruster *huff* Cannon. It's like my Double Buster *huff*, except it trades all the damage for force," Trunks took a moment to catch his breath. "Getting hit doesn't hurt someone as strong as you very much, but it's still good for moving things around, and can really hurt if you smash hard enough into other stuff."
"Yeah, I really felt that one. But this isn't a tournament, Trunks. You can't win by pushing me out of bounds."
"I was kinda hoping you'd hit something hard enough to knock you out along the way. But I guess nothing's as hard as your head."
Goten resumed a fighting stance against Trunks, who wavered on his feet like that burst of physical and energy attacks had taken everything he had left. That had apparently been his final gambit.
Goten seemed to realize this as well, because he started pitching a tent in his pants, impressing Bulma with the size of his boy bulge. Trunks was quick to notice as well, and her son grinned.
"Well maybe almost nothing's as hard. My Mom might get mad if we bust another sparring room, so I give. Come claim your prize," Trunks said, stripping himself naked and then sinking to his knees before Goten. Trunks' own little wood went full bloom in anticipation of the sexy SS3 fucking he knew he was about to receive. When Goten approached, Trunks immediately fished what looked like an adult penis from SS3 Goten's gi.
Bulma was shocked to see it. She estimated that it was somewhere over five and a half inches of thick meat. Goku hadn't been nearly that hung at his age, or Gohan either. But then, neither of them had ever reached SS3 at eight years old.
She had it on good authority that Goku had about nine thick inches when he was untransformed, and it looked like his sons were all going to take after their Daddy's big dick that she herself had swung from on more than one occasion before he had married Chi-Chi.
Kami, she missed that big fat monkey dick rearranging her insides, but Bulma didn't want to do anything that would incite Vegeta to start trying to kill Goku again, so she hadn't tried to get any more of Goku's cock since she started seeing Vegeta.
But Goten looked like he was shaping up to be just like his Father in more ways than one. Maybe if she couldn't have Goku then Goten was the next best thing. Her panties grew wet as she watched her son start sucking Goten's meat, getting it as hard and lubricated as possible, and she found herself almost as envious of her son's position as she was turned on by the lewdness of it.
An android assistant hurried past behind her on some urgent errand, and Bulma breathlessly decided to move to her personal office in the lab.
By the time she was locked in her office with the monitor displaying the kids and her panties around her ankles, SS3 Goten was facefucking her son while Trunks had several fingers stimulating Goten's prostate, making Goten's cock as hard as possible.
Goten grabbed Trunks by the hair and pulled him off of his cock with a loud *pop* that signified the intense suction that Trunks' masterful mouth was capable of, even on the heels of being skullfucked.
Trunks knew what his best friend wanted, so he turned around and got on his hands and knees. He was so tired from trying his best to beat SS3 Goten that he placed his hands one atop the other, and he rested his head in a comfortable spot in the crook of his wrist on top so that only his cheeky monkey butt was presented in the air for his friend to mount.
Goten pulled the amethyst buttplug from Trunks' butt and set it aside, then he got to his knees and started tonguing his friend's hole, licking his best friend's sweet inner walls and letting his saliva freely flow into the beautiful gaping hole that was now always ready to be fucked at a moment's notice. Trunks was such a skilled bottom that Goten didn't need to perform any preparation at all, but getting rimmed was one of Trunks' favorite feelings, and Goten wanted to make his best friend feel as good as possible.
Trunks moaned appreciatively as Goten lathed his pristine, sweet-tasting super half-saiyan hybrid hole. Goten wiggled his tongue as deeply as he could and swiped it all around, relishing the taste of the clean boyhole.
Bulma watched as Goten ate out her son's ass for at least ten minutes. She fingered her clit the whole time and came five minutes into Goten's feast. Trunks made pleased sounds for the first few minutes before dropping out of SS2 to his normal form, then he seemed to go quiet and still to the point that she thought he might be asleep. His eyes were closed, his mouth slightly open with a little drool leaking unnoticed from it.
The poor thing was exhausted, which wasn't at all surprising considering how intensely he and Goten had been sparring and fucking for the past two days. The anallingus must have massaged him to deep relaxation and then into a recuperative hybrid saiyan nap that it was nigh impossible to wake them from until they slept enough.
After ten minutes of eating his best friend's tasty butt, Goten without preamble rose up and aimed his cock right at his best friend's still slightly gaping hole and he pushed his meat all the way inside her little boy's fuckhole in one quick thrust. Trunks moaned sleepily as Goten started pounding into him, but otherwise he did not stir.
Ten minutes into watching Goten fuck her son, Bulma came again when Goten dominantly shoved Trunks fully to the floor and then really started fucking his small ass like he was trying to eternally beat it into submission- a futile attempt, since Bulma knew very well that her husband had already done that. Thoroughly.
Trunks occasionally let out of sleepy moan, but still did not stir from the depths of his exhausted hybrid saiyan nap, even though Bulma saw Trunks' hard little cock was sticking out beneath him, pointing toward his feet as it was pressed against the tournament floor. It spurted several jets of little boy cum onto the ring as his ass was slammed, like his little cock was tapping out from Goten's intense sexual assault while he slept.
Goten started rotating his hips wildly as he fucked into Trunks. He used Trunks' ass like a personal masturbation toy for fifteen more minutes, alternating his speed and force until he was ready to shoot his SS3 load. Goten yelled exactly like he did when he performed his Kamehameha and then Bulma saw cum start to leak out of her son's hole from Goten overfilling him with his copious SS3 load, a form which produces more cum than any other, just like it lengthens hair more than any other.
Goten didn't stop, he just kept pounding into Trunks, the leak of jizz becoming a gush as SS3 Goten kept cumming. It looked like her son was getting a cum enema.
Bulma came again as she watched Trunks add one more watery little boy load to the cumpuddle growing around him.
Finally fully spent, Goten dropped out of his transformation and then collapsed exhausted on top of Trunks' back. In moments, both boys were deeply submerged in hybrid naps, which would probably keep them down for at least an hour, as usual.
Bulma tidied herself up and then made her way to the training room to put the boys to bed for their nap. She slipped Trunks' anal jewel plug back inside of him and then easily picked both boys up and carried them to Trunks' room as if they weighed nothing.
Bulma wasn't surprised by how effortless carrying them was. She had already run extensive tests to determine if hybrid cum really was having the effects on her that she suspected, and indeed found that she could now lift over a thousand pounds without much effort. Her results were more amazing every time she tested herself after enjoying some of her son's sweet nut nectar.
Both boys smelled like utter sex and were still slippery with eachother's cum. She salivated as her favorite smells filled her senses, and she was especially tempted to taste what delicious dickjuice Goten had to offer with that impressive boycock of his.
As soon as she placed both boys on Trunks' bed, she wasted no time finding out. She stripped all of the remaining sweat and cum-soaked clothing from the boys and then she stripped herself and joined them on the bed, her hairless pussy already dripping and twitching from the pervasive and extremely powerful saiyan sex hormones flooding the room.
When she fully parted Goten's legs and his small buttcheeks revealed his anus, Bulma bit her lip. Goten's butthole looked like as much of a hungry pussy as her son's fuckhole now did, especially with that smooth, polished solid diamond buttplug lodged inside of Goten that made his hole twinkle and catch the light from the hall, splitting it into little rainbows here and there and giving Bulma a decent view inside of Goten's apparently well-trained boypussy.
Of course, the diamond wasn't natural, but artificially produced by Capsule Corp and used in a variety of their products. One of those products was Capsule Corp's line of sex toys, including this model of smooth, polished diamond buttplug. Vegeta must have taken one from their warehouse, and she was only mildy annoyed by the loss of profit thanks to how beautiful and appropriate it looked inside of Goten's naughty little monkey butt.
Bulma's face hovered over Goten's untransformed dick, all four-plus thick inches of it that were impressive for an eight year old. He had gotten hard again as he and her son's dicks had rubbed against her skin and clothing while she had carried them pressed against her, one hand under either boy's butt.
A horny shiver ran through her imagining what Goten's cock would become in adulthood.
Bulma bent down and playfully flicked her tongue across Goten's cock, seeing if that might cause him to wake. When it didn't, she slowly ran her wet tongue fully along the underside of Goten's dick, pausing and wiggling her tongue over the most sensitive parts. She peeled back Goten's foreskin and assaulted the underside of his very sensitive cockhead and frenulum. Goten let out a loud snore and unconsciously bucked up into her mouth, forcing his little boy dick all the way inside.
Bulma began sucking him to the full extent of her skill. Every once in a while Goten would snore again and buck up into her mouth one or more times, but he wouldn't wake.
Bulma could usually tell when a cock she was sucking was about to blow, but she had no idea Goten was about to until she felt his penis start dancing around, filling her mouth and making her cheeks bulge until she started swallowing.
*GULP, gulp . . . gulp*
It was every bit as delicious as her son's cum, and Bulma immediately felt the effects of the hybrid saiyan cum making her feel superhuman, but all too soon Goten stopped cumming.
His little dick stayed hard, as though that had only been enough to make him cum a little bit, which prompted Bulma to try coaxing out every last drop. but Goten wouldn't shoot any more. He must have really drained his balls inside of her son.
But she needed more. Now! He wouldn't get away with teasing her with a mere appetizer. She would train this cock to crave and cum for her just like Goku used to.
She sucked him for ten solid minutes, but received no more reward for her efforts. She thought he might cum again with a little more effort, but it might be so paltry that it wasn't worth swallowing when she would feel even better and gain even more power if he cummed in her pussy, or in her ass.
Bulma craved that rush of power like an addict. She would do almost anything for it in that moment, but thankfully all she had to do was choose which of her expert holes to work this boy's cock with. Honestly, her pussy was so used to Vegeta big fat cock that she didn't think it'd be as good for his smaller cock to fuck her there, but Bulma loved few things more than a thick cock stuffing her ass with its meat and milk. A thick cock fucking her ass could often make her cum easier than anything else.
Plus, she would gain the greatest amount of power that way.
Bulma straddled Goten. Her boobs hung in his lightly snoring face as she reached back and guided his spit and pre-cum slicked cock to her asshole. She lowered her hips down and relaxed her anus like she was about to take a shit.
She moaned lustily as she felt every inch of the boycock begin to sink in and spread her asshole open around its girth.
When she was fully seated, Bulma moaned when she felt something latch on and begin sucking her right tit. Her tits had been brushing right over Goten's mouth as she sank down onto his dick, and the boy had opened his mouth and started sucking her tit in his sleep while his hipe started unconsciously thrusting up into the hot vice of her ass.
Bulma reached down and rubbed her own clit as she met Goten's sleepy thrusts into her asshole with her own. She came hard when she felt his dick twitch inside of her and spurt a few watery little boy loads up her ass while he nursed at her nipple.
The rush of power filled her again, but more powerful than ever before. This was the first time she had ever taken a load of hybrid saiyan cum up her ass, and the exhilaration and invigoration were unparalleled.
She carefully withdrew Goten from her and then lay on her belly so the cum would stay inside of her and be absorbed as much as possible. The rush of power even intensified as her body continued processing the hybrid cum like an anal drug. She tried not to be swept away by the ecstasy of it while wanting to give in at the same time.
Hybrid cum was oh so good, but she knew how it could be even better. Why choose between the addictive taste in her mouth, the pounding of her pussy, or the power of anal when she could have it all at the same time?
Bulma lost track of time as she schemed. She may even have fallen asleep as she lay there with her eyes closed, visualizing her plan.
Trunks woke first, giggling to find Mommy naked in bed with them, a little bit of his best friend's cum trailing from her ass. Trunks gave his Mommy a heartwarming kiss before bounding off to his bathroom. By the time Bulma heard the shower running, Goten had woken up without a care and went off to join him.
"Computer," Bulma said from the bed. "Call Gohan."
Gohan tried not to nod off. The meeting had already been going on for over an hour, and he had spent all night preparing to take over a colleague's proposal thanks to some supposed emergency, so he hadn't gotten any sleep at all.
It didn't help that all he could think about was missing Lord Beerus' tournament against Universe Six. He really felt like he had let everyone down, that he had become so weak and useless over the years, doing work that normal people could do even better than he could while he shirked responsibilities that only he could meet because that's what his Mother endlessly pushed him to do without any resistance from his Father, or really anyone else.
Gohan secretly hated it, but he genuinely loved and respected his Mother and Father. If they and everyone else seemed to think it was better for him to focus on mundane tasks rather than honing his ability to defend the Earth and the rest of the Universe, then who was he to oppose them? It crushed him at night when the lights were out and he was in bed and his mind inevitably drifted back to such thoughts.
I'm nothing compared to him. To any of them, really. Krillin is more courageous than me. Piccolo is more disciplined and skilled. Vegeta is more powerful, cunning, ferocious, confident, regal, tough, valorous, and more everything else than than I am. Dad is just perfect. Some people may think he's kind of an idiot, but that's just because they don't understand his genius like some do.
When you are strong, let others think you weaker.
When you are among the most intelligent, let others think you a fool.
Father was the Perfect Saiyan Warrior▬the True Warrior God of All Saiyans. He lived as a perfect warrior every moment. He was virtuous and honorable, while at the same time devious and cunning without contradicting righteousness. He could not hide his martial genius when he fought, or his emotional genius in dealing with both friends and enemies. He was like a Christ, a Bodhisattva, and a Guru all rolled up into one. Even the God of Gods respected his Father's opinion and considered him a close personal friend, while Gohan himself was just . . . plain as rice.
He truly felt ashamed to fall so far short of a man so great, but he wouldn't let his ego get the better of him like it had in the past. After defeating Cell, he used to think that as a hybrid saiyan he might have even more martial potential than his full saiyan Father, but he soon realized the truth.
The science behind Saiyan Style Bonding was a common point of interest between Gohan and Bulma. He knew that full-blooded Saiyan Bonding could only increase the power level of the receiving saiyan up to the maximum power level of the donor.
If that was true, then Gohan didn't do anything in defeating Cell that his Father couldn't have done himself, and even then he could feel the spirit of his Father with him in the heat of that battle, adding as much of his spiritual energy to Gohan's as he could.
His Father had sacrificed himself to try to get Gohan to reach his potential because that was just how much of a painfully good person that he was, and Gohan felt like he had never even come close to being worthy of that sacrifice.
He knew that the only way he could have truly surpassed his Father is if hybrid saiyans didn't have the same limit to the amount of power they could receive through Bonding as full saiyans did, allowing Gohan to be filled with so much power from everyone when he was younger that he had been able to completely destroy Cell.
But he was never able to confirm that theory, and even if he was able to do so then that just meant he was only powerful because of everyone else. He was weak by himself, so no wonder that for years everyone seemed to just want him to give up martial arts and focus on other things instead. It must be exhausting to be filling him with their power all the time, and they probably had other things they'd rather be doing.
He had truly believed that he had no hope of finding a place among them until the day his Father had asked him to compete with them against Universe 6 in Lord Beerus' tournament. Unfortunately, Gohan had felt so unworthy and weak that he had refused, leaning on some excuse from the mundane path that he had been pushed down.
He regretted every moment since that decision. Every second since then felt like a little more of the magic of the world was muted to him as he dwelt on what might have been and what he wished now would be.
"Mr. Son..."
Gohan's head whipped up. "Yes?"
"Now would be a good time."
Gohan scrambled to his feet, realizing it was his turn to pitch the presentation that had fallen into his lap. He tried to organize his thoughts and remember that this meeting was important. This wasn't just some silly minutia that would have no greater impact on anyone other than the already filthy rich people sitting in this room, other than to himself and his future mundane career.
He tried to remember that even though his wife was already more wealthy than all of these rich men put together that this job was important, worth his time and efforts, and that it really meant something. Because this is what everyone wanted for him.
Except, perhaps, for his subtle Father. He wondered yet again why his Father had even asked Gohan to compete in such a crucial tournament when he knew how weak Gohan was compared to everyone else. He knew he wasn't even as strong as he was when he was a boy, yet Father had asked him anyway.
What if . . . Gohan ventured to himself as he slowly walked to the projection screen at the head of the executive table. What if Father sensed real potential in me and really did want me to develop my martial talents, but he also loved Mom and didn't want to hurt her, so that was why he was always so subtle about encouraging me to follow in his footsteps despite Mom trying to keep me from doing so...
There was really no other explanation that Gohan could think of. The exhaustion of spending all night prepping for this presentation and then trying to stay awake during the monotony of the meeting had caused him to consider thoughts that the emotional walls he had built over the years usually kept out.
Realizing all of these things, he found himself incapable of living with any other decision.
Once he had reached the head of the room, Gohan looked over the sea of mostly old, bitter, and unhappy faces. He cleared his throat, then announced "I quit."
"What?" His boss's boss's boss spluttered. "Is this some kind of joke?"
"I guess that depends on your sense of humor. To many, everything that happens in this room is a joke."
Gohan grabbed one of the unused and very expensive executive chairs in the room then threw it out the window of the towering skyscraper with one hand. People screamed and shielded themselves from flying glass and the sudden wind that clutched at them from so high up. Gohan held the eyes of the company president as he walked to the broken window, flung his arms out to either side of himself, and then he swan dived backwards out of the window. The sounds of fresh screams followed his descent, but he flew so fast once he fell out of sight that anyone who peered over the edge would have found nothing but falling glass.
Even without them finding a dead body below, the gossip of someone killing themselves in front of the executives and then the company perhaps making the body disappear would hurt their stock with bad publicity and possibly official investigations, but Gohan couldn't quite bring himself to care about the fate of some harmful chemical company compared to that of the entire Universe.
Gohan's brow furrowed as he flew, trying to figure out how to break this news to his Wife and Mother, who both seemed to want him to have a normal human career, even though he was only half human and wanted so much more than that for himself.
There goes that pesky ego again. Wanting things. Best keep the topic firmly fixed on what was logically needed rather than what was desperately, crushingly wanted.
Gohan's earbud indicated that he had a message waiting as it left silent mode.
"Gohan! I need your help with Goten. Get to Capsule Corp, ASAP!"
Gohan's heart skipped with worry from Bulma's tone, and he increased his speed as much as possible to find out what was going on. He knew Vegeta and his Father were off-planet and how much trouble the boys could get into, especially when unsupervised. He really hoped no one had gotten seriously hurt.
Gohan tried calling Bulma back as he flew, but his concern only grew as he found her line dead...
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