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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 Z!’, Videl and readers alike had their patience tested in a brief chapter full of niggling teases and unfulfillment! But Videl wasn’t about to let anyone go away empty handed! Will she follow through, or is this gonna be a tease that gets ruined halfway through the chapter to mess with the readers and completely waste their time?! Find out now on ‘A Harmless Wish Z!’
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Couldn’t Gohan show a fraction of their enthusiasm, she thought dismally. No helping it now. She reached up and went for the layers of the borrowed dress – now a gift – and began to unbutton where she could. Under her breath, she complained about how spoiled these kids were and also thought that she was a contributing part of the problem now. The dress and collars and pendants were becoming frustrating.
            And Trunks’s attitude was not improving her mood. “C’mon, we haven’t got all day, Videl!”
            “Yeah,” Goten agreed, but only in eager impatience than lofty arrogance.
            “Be quiet,” she snapped at them, looking up just as she finally made room in her top. The dress was meant to be a slide-on, slide-off, not revealing in parts, but she made it work. She looked back down as if to confirm her breasts. Yep, they were there, mashed up in that corset. Her eyes turned back up to the youths, blaming them, and then looked back down.
            With great mortification, she reached down her shirt; Goten stood on his tippy-tiptoes to try to see until Trunks pulled him back down and reminded him that there was no way he’d see what she was doing from over here. One breast was scooped out of the bodice, and breathing felt that much more comfortable, and then out came the other with a sigh of relief. One part of the commitment was done, and then she glared at them again.
            “Is this really what you want?” she asked impatiently.
            “Uh-huh! Uh-huh!” they answered together, waiting on the edge of their feet.
            She could stop this. She had the guts to take them on, but the nerve to show herself.
            Yet she decided to go through with it, pulled down the bust of her dress until her coveted breasts spilled out. But they weren’t giant; they didn’t bounce like Erasa’s in gym class. They sat high and self-contained on her chest, enviable in their own right to have such a size but no drooping. Young and energetic, like the girl herself. A contracted oval of light brown sat at the center of either one, normally flat and round, but for this mountain air stimulating the flesh covered in sweat!
            “W-W-W-Wow!” jubilated Goten while Trunks failed to find words. Their reaction was much more positive than Videl would have thought. No girl looked twice at her when changing out in the lockers, not when a busty blonde was jiggling with every sway and giggle.
            “Trunks, Trunks!” Goten hadn’t broken his eye contact from them and blindly tugged at Trunks’s sleeve. “Look, they’re bigger than my mom’s!”
            Trunks couldn’t say the same when his mom seemed to actively rest her tits on table surfaces when in her workshop in just a t-shirt and no bra. Still, Videl made for quite a sight of beauty. He was immediately enamored, and his Saiyan blood heated in that particular region.
            I can’t believe I’m doing this! Videl’s face showed the internal struggle, her face tightening, her eyes watching the ground as her eyebrows furrowed. Most of all, she never thought her breasts would receive this kind of ovation. Sure, she could be proud of them for what they were – suitable mounds of supple flesh that held up resolvedly – but she expected them to be adored by one person in particular, and not as their own entity.
            Goten and Trunks had quieted without losing their interest. Perhaps the cheering was based mostly on the victory of getting her to expose herself to them, and it had now calmed into the retrospection.
            “I really like looking at them, Trunks,” Goten said, eyes flicking over to his friend.
            Trunks gave a single nod of agreement, committing the sight to memory.
            “It-It kinda hurts looking at them too, Trunks.”
            Again, a nod, but this time, Trunks broke his focus, straightening his stance to fold his arms and bow his head. The stance of deliberation, and Videl did not think it would bode well when he was thinking. Her hands twitched, edging the collar of her dress up just a bit. It might be a good idea to start putting them away…
            “Guess there’s no helping it then, Goten,” he said with intentional loudness. Goten glanced at him curiously. “We’re gonna have to show her since she showed us! Heh! It’s an even trade, don’t you think?”
            Give him a moment to process.
            Goten’s face lit up in realization. “Yeah! I get it, Trunks!”
            Both boys turned and gleamed at Videl.
            She faltered a bit. The shirt was lifted, at least shielding her tips. A bad idea; it was all a bad idea. Sense had lost in this bout with kids, but she was extremely stressed, her adrenaline hadn’t come down, and the boys were very passionate; passionate where all other men in her life were lacking, with her dad’s egotism and Gohan’s studies.
            “Hey! Wha-What do you two think you’re doing?!” she exclaimed when she saw Trunks and Goten reach for their pants.
            Goten was pulling through his belt knot as Trunks addressed her, “Since you showed us, we’ll show you!” He had the simpler task of unbuttoning his shorts.
            “No one told you to do that!” Videl contained her breasts, waving in protest to their intentions. “Hey! Cut that out!” She sucked in her breath as the pants and shorts fell down their skinny legs. Underwear; Goten with boxers and Trunks with briefs, either one distended in the front, hinting at the caged power within! Videl’s blue eyes were captivated, though her heart panicked.
            “Ready, Goten?” asked Trunks with full excitement, looking to his counterpart.
            “Ready!”
            They seized the waist of their underwear.
            “Hold on! Just stop for a second!” Videl had gone into motion, stepping back to remove herself from the situation, but wound up treading on her dress – lowered to let her breasts out – and fell unceremoniously onto her backside. It wasn’t too bad – not to a girl who’d taken her share of knocks in bouts with burly men – but it was jarring. She pondered the fall with a hand rubbing herself, the other holding her head as if to reel back in her senses. It took her that moment to realize how splayed her legs had been, and that her breasts had jostled out again when she had started to shove them back down her blouse.
            A precarious position to be caught in, she realized, with these current events. Hopefully the boys…
            Her eyes bugged out in heaps of astonishment. Goten and Trunks were out! Their trousers were gone, and they were mighty aloof about their nudity and the appendage sticking out from their respective hips. Not like unimaginable clubs; on them, their large cocks seemed somewhat suitable, though Videl imagined the heft could throw them off balance if they were careless. Just what were Saiyans?! Because to her, they were the epitome of human physical potential, but for a certain lack of social awareness. If they evolved past that failing, these boys alone could populate the half the world themselves!
            Wait, Videl thought in a rush of sudden alarm, shaking her head side to side. Now’s not the time to think like that! She stopped rattling those intrusive thoughts from her mind… and then was looking back at the posturing punks. It was like they could sense how it was affecting her, Trunks posing quite intentionally, almost like a male model; probably something he picked up from his mom. Goten… Well, Goten was Goten, Goku’s son, standing there all smiles and not a thought in his head.
            It was becoming… difficult for Videl to notice anything beyond their ticking erections. Tic-tic-tic! Excited, jumping in time with their heartbeats. Embarrassing that theirs were steadier than her own; she was the one they had their eye on.
            She was waiting now. Waiting for that instinctual jolt of fear and common sense to seize the instant of ease and escape. But she didn’t feel it. It worried her that she wasn’t getting that painful jab to her stomach that said, “This is too much for me!” She just felt her own uncertainty and anxiety.
            “Whaddya say, Goten?” Trunks began, turning to the other but not taking his eyes off the girl. “I say it’s time we get a closer look.”
            “Yeah, yeah!” agreed Goten, immediately taking to a happy jog, much to Trunks’s annoyance – “Hey, wait for me, you dummy!”
            Videl recoiled, her pinpoint eyes mimicking the up-and-down of their wobbling cocks. She couldn’t believe this! They were just about on her when she realized her predicament. “That’s enough! C’mon, both of you! C…” She closed and pulled her legs up and covered her breasts again. “Cut it out!”
            They were there now, and Goten’s joy submitted to curiosity as he twisted over, trying to get a peek under her skirts. Trunks whapped him at the back of his head. “Don’t bother. Those leggings go all the way up. Y’can’t see anything.”
            “I wanna see Videl’s,” Goten said stubbornly to him, pouting. “Mom has all this hair, so I can never see it.”
            Trunks folded his arms and gave a haughty laugh. “You don’t know anything, do you, Goten?”
            “I know some things,” Goten argued defensively.
            “Well, did you know girls get it cut off when they’re born?!” Trunks educated the mountain bumpkin. “Otherwise everyone would be a boy! So girls have this cut there…!”
            “Hey, don’t tell him stuff you don’t know anything about!” roared Videl, who couldn’t abstain from hearing this misinformation spewed right in front of her, least of all when the one listening looked like he was believing it. “Boys and girls are born different, and…!” She pulled back, realizing she was heading into very sketchy territory with two boys who were eagerly wagging their big, thick cocks at her face. “They’re… They’re just born different! With different body parts! Everyone’s not born with a pe…!” Her eyes struggled, flicking down their bodies for an instant. “Everyone’s not born with the same body parts!”
            “Psh! Shows what you know,” grumbled Trunks aloofly, as he wasn’t aware that umbilical cords were separate from penises.
            “I wanna see!” Goten commenced, effortlessly diving to Videl and turning her over as he pried apart her knees.
            Videl exclaimed as he dug under her dress, pawing up her legs, inadvertently pinching her strong but supple thighs. It… tickled. She blushed from the shooting thrill up her back.
            Someone’s touching me there…
            And it wasn’t Sharpener or anyone she disliked. That was a plus. But she had to object when the frustrated Goten started to test the fabric of her crotch when he couldn’t find the waistband – hidden beneath the corset – and seemed willing to tear clothes to get where he wanted.
            “Get out from there!” shouted Videl, raising a fist to give him a good thumping.
            Until Trunks intervened, of course, grabbing and staying her hand. She looked at him with anger in her eyes, though the sincerity and faux suavity gave her awkward pause. He’d grow up to be good-looking; he seemed to know and flaunt that. His head turned to the side, eyes shut, smile subtle and (poorly) charming, he said, “I know what a lady likes before being with a guy.” He grinned, a sparkle from his shown teeth.
            Ugh, could he have looked anymore like Sharpener?
            And then he turned to her, full-faced, and closed his eyes and puckered his lips. Not suave at all; fish lips, fully puckered and making smooching noises. It was so bad that Videl actually missed the tear of fabric and the jubilant “Aha!” from Goten.
            “Wait a sec…”
            Nope. Trunks kissed her, pulling her into it and claiming her first kiss from a boy. “Mmm!” he moaned, trying his best to mimic those romantic kisses in movies that made the actress soon. Videl was certainly stunned by his performance. She made utterances against his mouth, but couldn’t find the will to resist.
            Her first kiss.
            Her first kiss! And it went to this brat! One of the most intolerant, pompous brats she’d ever met! And he was sloppy, drool slipping across her lips, mouth pressing too hard against hers that he’d push her over if she let up.
            I can’t believe this, her mind screamed as her eyes screwed shut.
            But not for long. Not when Trunks took her silence as submission and filled his small hand with her right breast, squeezing. Squeezing rough! Her poor, tender breasts were not accustomed to such audacity! It hurt! It… should hurt.
            …
            It didn’t hurt.
            It just felt… good. Like when she played with herself and massaged her breasts, but even she knew not to be too aggressive with them. The smaller, the more sensitive – according to Erasa, who said she liked to have her knockers treated roughly by some unnamed Capsule Corp. mogul. But Trunks’s manipulation of them was rough yet not at all uncomfortable.
            More concerning, however, was when Goten’s head popped up over the folds of her dress. “Trunks, Trunks! I found it!” As if it was some difficult find after sifting through the tattered clothes.
            Videl gasped with a hop when she felt a small, stubby finger against her naked vagina.
            “It is like a cut! But it’s all pink and wet inside!”
            That seemed to rekindle some modicum of sense in Videl; enough to tug away from Trunks’s mouth with a goop of spit flourishing between them. “Hey, Goten! Get your hand out of there before…!”
            “Lemme see!” Trunks interjected, wiping his sleeve over his wet chin and clambering in to join Goten between her legs and up her frock. She objected, but there was little she could do about it. Even the threat of letting their moms know went unheard, too enthralled by the look of a lady to give much mind to future woes.
            “Look,” Goten urged with mythical grandeur. Sure enough, he had excavated through the layers of Videl’s clothes, having torn the full portion of the crotch out for his exploration and had at least rationalized prying open her boxer briefs.
            They were a comfortable fit and didn’t ride up in fights like panties did.
            “Y-Yeah, just like I thought,” blustered Trunks as coolly as he could while his cheeks spotted with pink interest. He reached out a hand and slid open one side of the creased flesh. As promised, it was certainly wet inside, very pink, walls clinging together, but it was a definite hole.
            Trunks felt his cock throb and ache, and he knew just what he’d like to put in this hole.
            No doubt, he considered as his blue eyes regarded his buffoonish friend, Goten was thinking the same thing.
            No way.
            “Hey, Goten. How about you let me inspect this? You know, make sure it’s safe and everything?”
            “Safe?” asked Goten curiously.
            “Yeah, well, it looks like a mouth, doesn’t it?”
            Perhaps. Goten tilted to stare at it from the side, and then said, “Kinda…”
            “Well!” Trunks exclaimed, pouncing on this debacle. “There might be teeth or something! How about you touch Videl’s boobs a bit?” He held up his hand that had fondled them earlier and grinned passionately. “They’re worth it.”
            Goten’s face lit up. “Okay! Thanks, Trunks!” He scurried up from Videl’s pussy and bantered with Gohan’s girlfriend. She, of course, was not out to barter for the access to her bosoms. She’d put them away if she wasn’t awkwardly situated on the ground to where she could not lift her dress back up.
            Goten was too easy to play. “Sometimes, it’s not even fun,” snickered Trunks, musing at his own craftiness, before turning serious to the quim in front of him. Instantly, his confidence sapped, his mouth shrunk from a smirk to think, pursed-up lip, and on his brow surfaced a nervous sweat.
            So this was womanhood, the slot that he had been searching for since troubled by these persistent and abrupt erections. He’d seen his mom’s maybe twice; fewer times, at least, for him to be able to really count them. Once, he’d walked in on her when she was walking out of the shower, but she covered her mound quick enough with a towel and yelled at his impudence. Another time, it had sounded like she was in a round of fists with Dad, thrusting up against the walls, her swearing at him and seemingly having the upper hand – “Fuck, just like that! Argh! Harder!” – and Trunks stood on standby, wondering if he could be tagged in to see if his mom actually had combative capabilities. By the time the room had gone to silence after a crescendo, the Capsule Corp. phone rang, and Bulma, with a robe draped over her, not tied, staggered out of the room, holding her head and looking dizzy as she searched for the phone. She wasn’t even aware of her son sitting outside the room, getting a good eyeful of her turquoise bush.
            Videl’s was black. And more abundant. Bulma’s was trimmed and styled and looked very nice, and Videl’s flared with greater conceit, but not far along her pubis, contained regularly by a razor. And it was not as dense as Bulma’s; youthful by glance.
            But it was hardly the concern for Trunks as he prodded her labia. The legs on either side of him shifted, Videl breaking her argument with Goten – who was trying to get at her breasts – to condemn Trunks touching her, but he wasn’t about to give up his study of her pussy because it annoyed her. She annoyed him at the best of time! Always thinking she was the boss just because she was older and her old man was some famous old cheat! Hmph! This was the least she could offer.
            “Now let’s see,” mumbled the boy, shoving his fingers up against her vulva and pulling them apart. The lips pulled open and revealed her peachy depths; he was quite astounded by the sight, never so interested in something so fleshy and wet unless it was steak. Her scent radiated to his nose, and he was enticed by it. Wow! Despite his assessments before, she smelled really good! Like a mongrel on the scent of something good, he leaned and sniffed at her privates. He was becoming very aware of an urge to try it with his tongue.
            But which part?
            “Hmm.” He deliberated for a moment, sizing her up, thinking of what it’d be like to stick his tongue inside her. There were no teeth; he knew that for sure!... after a moment’s inspection when he split her open. Maybe just lick the outside where her juices were diluted but abundant.
            Or… He saw a little protrusion in her folds, a concentration of timid flesh hidden just underneath her black curls.
            Hmm. Maybe there…
            “C’mon, Videl! You let Trunks touch them!” whined Goten who, unlike Trunks, could be warded back by a stern voice.
            Chichi had trained him well. Videl should bring it up to her that Trunks was a very bad influence. She, after all, had seen how kind and considerate – when not oblivious – Goten could be when by himself or surrounded by positive people.
            Right now, he was more of a distracting pest. She glowered at him, keeping him at arm’s length while holding her tits. “No, Goten. I already said no! So get it through your head that-OooOo!” She suddenly seized and gave an obstinate lurch that made her put her hands behind herself to stay up. Her tits being exposed was a good thing for Goten, but her behavior was odd.
            “You alright?”
            Videl didn’t answer, panting as she looked to the rise in her dress that covered Trunks’s head. That lump shifted, and she gasped again. Never felt it before, but she knew right away that it was his tongue! He was licking her! His tongue was rolling against her clitoris, sashaying it and prodding it with ardent curiosity. Much different than her taking care of it herself; she couldn’t contend with the rising pleasure and would take her hand away before the sensation affected her volume.
            Trunks didn’t have those cares or restrictions. He used his extended tongue to thrash that part of her, and she wasn’t experiencing any urgent agony. In fact, she sounded pretty elated, happy for him slopping his tongue around that little crest.
            “What’s going on?” asked Goten excitedly, jumping up at down beside Videl as she panted. “I wanna see, I wanna see!” He got no response from her, so he took it upon himself to snatch her gown and hike it up. And there was Trunks, rummaging at Videl’s cleft with his tongue, jaw open to let out desperate gasps and groans as he worked his mouth over her.
            Goten took a moment to blink. “Trunks? What are you doing?”
            He was asked two more times before Trunks lost his temper, “Darn it, Goten! I’m just… doing something! You can go next!” He pressed a hand to Videl’s womanhood to stroke her clit with his thumb. “Try kissing her for a while or something!” He turned halfway back to his curious work.
            Goten gave pause, as it looked like it was some kind of fun Trunks was having licking there. Kissing didn’t sound that great, but if Trunks insisted…
            Not that Goten was happy about it. He had a throbbing dick almost as big as Trunks’s – as Trunks had to pull out a ruler one day when Goten innocently claimed that theirs were the same size, and Trunks rounded himself up an extra millimeter “because I’m older!’ – and wanted to do something about it. Maybe kissing Videl would stir something or give him some idea of what needed to be done next.
            Videl herself seemed to be in a transport of euphoria, only able to look down herself, no longer modest about her open tits, bracing her arms behind her, chest heaving, as she watched Vegeta’s son figure out how to eat her out. She was losing the will to preserve herself. She was absent too long of pleasure, and no man had been, well, man enough to step up and kindle her lusty desires.
            She was easy prey.
            Goten didn’t think that, but he was glad that there was no resistance when he donned his mouth over hers; not as full of himself as Trunks, which made the kiss a bit more tender, better received. He felt Videl give a gasp, shocked that he had swept in so suddenly, tensed as he leaned onto her.
            It wasn’t so bad. His mom had normally just kissed his cheek or forehead, and he liked that. Watching people kiss in the movies was unappealing. But actually kissing, on the mouth, by himself. He picked himself up off of her, licked his lips for a moment of consideration, and then smiled. “I like it!” he proclaimed and swooped in for another one with Videl. And with this newfound delight, he roamed her body and found her tits very much like Trunks had. They were so squishy and firm; the brown tip was especially stiff and became fun to play with. It seemed that no matter how much Goten plucked at it, Videl was only offered a gratuitous intake of pleasure rather than discomfort!
            She pulled away from Goten frantically, regarding herself only as Goten tried to give chase, whining for more kissing. “What’s going on?! Ughn!” She couldn’t stop herself; she put her hand on top of Trunks’s head to encourage him to wander more completely at her quim. Her buttocks tightened, lifting her crotch into the youth’s mouth. “Why-Why does it feel so good?!” It should have been explanatory – She’d never had anyone else chowing down on her pussy, and Trunks was doing a thorough, if not a novice, job of that. – but the shame she knew she should feel was transferring her to only higher pleasures! She’d touched herself in all manners of methods, even stoking and edging herself to finally need a pillow over her face as she creamed over her trembly digits.
            Trunks was doing more for her in clumsy abandon than her self-loving practice ever had.
            “Oh no!” she whimpered in a forcibly-contained whisper. The waves roiled over one another in her pelvis, provoked by every curl of Trunks’s tongue. He’d moved from the exclusivity of her clitoris to trail along the folds of her womanhood. Experimentally, he jabbed his though through and found the most potent source of the wetness inside. No surprise about that, but he wondered what it was. Sweat, he had at first guessed, but it certainly wasn’t. Whatever it was, he liked it and tasted more, using his thumbs to open her womanhood and lap veraciously at her center.
            “Oh no!!” whined Videl again, now more urgent. Her whole body curled, knees pulling up to her chest, shins catching Trunks at the ears, her hands clinging to his lavender locks enough to make him shout out. His tongue was gone, but not the tipping elation.
            She tipped.
            To her wretchedly-mirthful delight, she began to spray her essence out of her, catching Trunks at the nose when he hadn’t expected it. With a scream, he pulled back, but not before his face was entirely wet. He fell onto his haunches, out of Videl’s clutches, blaming her for this but stopping partway in his complaints to observe her undulations, her body rocking off the ground, hips gyrating madly as her own hands involved themselves with her clit.
            “What’s up with her?” asked Trunks aloud, cocking his head and eyebrow.
            Videl inhaled sharp through her gritting teeth, her throes of ecstasy hardly passing their pinnacle before she composed herself and shot Trunks a glare that made him snap to attention. “I can’t believe you,” she panted, sweat rolling down her face. “How could you?! You—Goten, stop!” She pushed at the younger boy’s face as he tried to get at her lips again. What a bothersome kid!
            For Trunks, the demeanor was broken. She wasn’t a dominant and shouting woman anymore; she was Videl, and her opinion didn’t matter. What mattered was her relaxing legs and the unfilled spot between them. His member was out, hard and throbbing and waiting for satisfaction. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, Videl.” He brushed his soaked face on his green jacket’s sleeve before entering the slot that was still his.
            Now he was reared up, not diving nose first to her apex, and Videl could risk a kiss from Goten to put some manner of fortification between them. Her hands; hands that could break jaws but certainly not juggle dinosaurs. What hope did she honestly have? Trunks was looking determined… at least for as long as Videl could see him before Goten finally got to her mouth, clapping lips together and besieging her mouth with his energetic tongue. Spit swapped that Videl had no choice but to swallow. Darn kid! He’d grabbed onto her now, more unwilling to let her bob away and start shouting before he’d had his fill.
            She tilted her head to one side, at least getting a glimpse past Goten to see what Trunks was up to. Easy to guess; she gasped into Goten’s mouth when she felt the blunt tip of Trunks’s rod shove against her sopping wet hole, prolonging the inevitable plunge by testing the compatibility of their genital differences. He weaved his shaft through her pubic hair – She felt so feathery and nice bristling against his underside. – and dragged up and down her lips, noting how pliant she was when he shoved against her fleshy mound. After seeing them across the plane between them, Videl only now realized just how large he and Goten really were in comparison to her virgin hole. Sure, the membrane of her maidenhood had ruptured some time ago because of training, but really, as Trunks leveled out, his fun having been had and now business needing doing, she did not expect her hole that was snug for two of her fingers would be ready, no matter how sloppy his tongue had made her.
            And by the obvious excitement in his eyes, Videl doubted he was going to take it slow and gentle with her. He was a Saiyan in conquest, and she was just the conquest. He put his cockhead at her vaguely at her entrance – a little off point, but he’d still ease in.
            “Okay, Goten, this is it!” Trunks declared, a hint of anxiety in his voice.
            Goten just continued to probe Videl’s orifice, licking gums, teeth, the insides of her cheeks, her tongue whenever she was up to combating.
            It wasn’t enough for Trunks to merely announce it – “Hey, Goten,” he said angrily, “get outta the way!” – he needed an audience and someone to commend his momentous occasion. Goten, who Videl was eye-to-eye with as he didn’t want to close eyes while swapping spit with her, pulled away to pout; pout for about half a second before he showed actual interest in what Trunks was prepared to do.
            “So that’s where we put it?!” he asked excitedly.
            “Duh! That’s why the hole’s so deep, dummy!”
            “Now wait a second, Trunks!” Videl wasn’t sounding as brave or angry as before. There was a tremor in her voice, her tone hitching as pressure was applied to her pussy. The tender squelch of flesh imposing upon flesh… She appealed to his sense of morality while she felt her own dissolving much too quickly with each stroke against her heated womanhood. Her sex salivated over his pressing tip, encouraging him to close his ears to her mouth. “You can’t do this! Th-Think about it! Your mom would be furious!” Relying still on that threat after coming this far with it already hanging in the air meant she’d nothing more to go on. And saying Vegeta would be anything but ecstatic that his son usurped Goku’s eldest for woman would be pitiful.
            The last thing she could think of, at least to buy time, was that they hadn’t any condoms, but she couldn’t even issue that objection when Trunks scoffed and made up his mind. “Don’t worry about it, Videl. Sheesh, it’s not like we’re sneaking into the adult martial arts competition again.” And with that, he pressed and found her slick and rigidly accommodating. He expected something of a fight from her after seeing their matchup, but he hadn’t expected the snugness to be a benefit. He snapped straight like his tail had grown out and was snapped in a vise. He gurgled within a moment’s time, eyes heading upward and his hips sinking to her own. Videl arched beneath him, fingers combing and seizing the patch of grass she was on. It felt like being ripped open even without her hymen intact, yet it didn’t exactly hurt. All the pain of her insides being wedged open by his impertinent erection just wasn’t there, instead adding to the traveling tide with each ridge he brushed across.
            “T-Trunks,” she slurred, watching him, watching his long cock gradually sink into the vee of her legs, feeling it bore deeper and deeper until he came to the grinding halt at her cervix. She held her breath at this deepness. It was so significant, and there was a significant portion of him still not embedded within her embracing folds. His lethargic behavior gave the impression that he’d continue forth regardless of how her body naturally resisted, his body falling heedlessly forward. She pivoted her waist, hoping to at least deter his deadweight.
            “Uggh!” She winced, one side of her face scrunching up. He still thought there was room inside her, and she wasn’t prepared for what damage he might do.
            “What’s wrong?!” Goten hopped to Trunks’s side, bunched up in a deep curl, fists up excitedly, balancing on the balls of his feet, his dick poking out even now, asking for some play-by-play! He’d been so anxious to try the sex that Trunks was so knowledgeable about, yet it seemed like Trunks had taken leave of his senses but for the drooling smile that dropped against Videl’s stomach. “What is it?!!” Goten was quickly becoming fearful, thinking that his friend’s energy was sapping.
            “It’ss waarrmmm,” Trunks got out.
            Goten withdrew a little, confused. The mountain air was chilly from the proximity to glaciers! What could he be talking about?
            Videl, on the other hand, blushed to the compliment and refrained from a rebuttal. Trunks seemed sated, and her pussy seemed uninjured. She felt the stack of pleasure from acting as his fleshy sheath, but a sense of relief came with that; like he was satisfied with this and wouldn’t go on.
            Videl wanted to believe that that was what she wanted: him to withdraw and agree that they’d gone far enough. They’d given their virginity to one another, and that should settle the matter. Maybe it wouldn’t solve the obvious issue of their raging Saiyan erections, but it would buy her time to get the news to Bulma and Chichi, and the former should come up with a technological solution… One that didn’t involve using her friend’s son’s girlfriend as an outlet for two horny Saiyan boys.
            Just then, Videl gave a gasp. Trunks was withdrawing! His bloated mushroom head pulled at the gentle ripples of her snatch in leaving, but just as she thought she would be unhitched from his length, he went right back in, trying out a quicker motion than before that jarred her senses entirely! She dropped back, barely able to catch herself on her elbows! That was such a heavy and heady plow!
            “YyyyYAHH!” Trunks suddenly propped himself up, arms straight and lifting him off of Videl, his hips still tucking between her gapped thighs. His outburst made Videl leap a little in surprise, but made Goten fall back entirely, spooked. Trunks’s nostrils flared, his lips stretching. He looked like he was holding his breath, or at least holding back an opinion that he just couldn’t keep to himself. Videl herself drew back at his surge, blinking dumbly and wondering what was wrong with him. Inside, she felt him pulsating very energetically.
            “W-Wait,” she stuttered, “you’re not about to…?”
            “It feels so good!!” Trunks exploded, raging as he pumped his hips back and forth with more drive than before, dismissing Videl’s attempt to dissuade him. He jammed himself up into her, slamming to the back and earning a guttural noise from her as she dropped again. He reinforced this thrust with another, and another after that. And each time, Videl’s backside thudded to the ground under his building weight until she was bouncing with each thrust. The grassy ground was cushiony as a mattress beneath her, even when his energy began to seep out; those white flames of externalized energy rose from his muscles and created a blazing aura around himself that, really, was frightening to her. She couldn’t do that, not like Gohan and the people around him!
            POUND!!
            A two-ton thrust shoved into her and knocked her for a loop! She had never taken such a hit before! The ground burst below her, gravel and grass kicking up around her! She wheezed, the breath knocked from her lungs from taking such a hit. The pleasure was immense, but she was waiting for the shock and then pain to set in.
            POUND-POUND!!
            Another double-up, worse than the first time as Trunks’s energy became more unstable. It wasn’t significant, but Videl felt like the more power he exerted, the larger his cock became. Made sense; his little arms were stressing increased muscle mass, with his veins pushed up to the surface. Her observations provided her little – if any – prevention of what was happening. She grunted huskily, face screwed up, her hands digging into the dirt for some grasp of sanity to hold onto. Never had she felt an orgasm encroaching with such intensity!
            A boy! A young Saiyan boy hardly older than her boyfriend’s younger brother!
            When she peeked open – after several bone-jarring rounds from his hips – she realized her situation. Trunks was in a transport of mindless ecstasy, huffing loudly as he kept punching and punching with his hips, and in that heedless endeavor, he was literally fucking her into the ground! He had created a sizeable crater using her as a battering ram. He was grunting so loudly that he couldn’t even hear the earth shifting, despite reaching bedrock and plowing her through it!
            A human – a normal human much like herself – should have been pulverized, and the fear of such a fate filled Videl. “Tru—Ughn!—Trunks! SssStop! Oh!” Where was this rapture coming from?! Well, obviously from the big, thick Saiyan kid dick going through her hot pussy over and over more effectively than her fingers ever had, but where was the bruising of her hips breaking through rock more durable than her bones?! “Unvhh!” Her mind was lost as the orgasm finally caught up to her, swiping worry from her mind. Her big blue eyes crossed, she bit onto her bottom lip with a silly smile, and unconsciously wrapped herself around Trunks, hugging his head to her breasts – and he didn’t object – and clinging to his thrusting hips with her feet locking behind them.
            She didn’t even flinch as the rock walls began to crumble to bury them alive.
            She didn’t care because the sensation of her pussy contracting, grabbing hopelessly on the boy grinding inside of her, far exceeded any sense of dread she could have. She heaved breath through her nose while her muscles tightened. A thug would scream for mercy if she ever grabbed him like this, but Trunks thankfully wasn’t fazed. She resisted the urge to relieve herself in the throes, though it was too much to bear. She squirted out against Trunks’s pelvis, wetting him and keeping his long cock nice and slick.
            “Aw jeez! I-I gotta go…!” It was his human side that lacked the stamina. He hurled into her, compelled by the sudden density around him. She was so slick and supple that it felt like he couldn’t resist falling into her. A natural need built up in his loins, which he conflicted with the urge to use the restroom. He couldn’t vacate now! She was so warm and comfortable and…! “Guh!!” His face lifted from her firm bosoms, chin now resting between them as his expression twisted. He bared his teeth, seething, looking like he was trying to make sense of what was happening.
            Finally, relief, like he’d found the answer to his question by rushing warm shot of liquid from his burgeoning testicles. All satisfaction and pleasure; he hoped Videl would not mind. He accentuated his hips, shouting out again and again. Strange, though, that it felt like goop was heading out of him. It splattered at the tip where the wall in Videl was, and then started to overflow.
            The feeling was so immense, he didn’t even mind the spillage onto his balls – It felt good instead. – and from the look of Videl’s face in the flickering glow of his ebbing ki, neither did she. Good, he thought, because without even looking, he knew it was a mess! With a final huff, chasing that last charge of mind-numbing ecstasy, he gave out and flattened on Videl’s panting form.
            “… Trunks…!” sounded so far away.
            He stirred a bit, on the cusp of falling asleep.
            “Trunks!” Goten shouted louder from above the heap. “You’re gonna hurt Videl!”
            He rolled over a bit like he was getting up from bed, completely devoid of awareness. “What’s that dummy saying?” With no effort, he shot through the rockpile, leaving a gaping hole, and floated in the air. “What’re you being so loud for, Goten?! Calm down!”
            When he actually looked at Goten, the youngest son of Goku was sniveling and his eyes were awash with tears, his cheeks full of distressed color. He pointed at the hole, standing still in place. “V-V-Videl,” he blubbered, Trunks landing right next to him. “You-You killed Videl!!”
            “What?” scoffed Trunks incredulously. “No, I…” He paused, suddenly recollecting the whole bout with Videl.
            Mr. Satan was nearly hospitalized from a single punch. Videl just took a whole series of kinda punches to her insides! And to top it off, she was buried under an avalanche of rocks.
            “Oh crap!” he screamed, realizing what he’d done. “What do we do-what do we do?!” His panic turned into Goten’s panic, and the two ran in dizzying circles, screaming and crying until Trunks ultimately came to the conclusion – He caught Goten by the scruff of his shirt to stop his hysteria. – that “We just need to live out here for a year, and then hunt for the Dragonballs and wish her back to life!”
            Goten brightened up immediately. “Yeah! Good thinking, Trunks!”
            “Of course,” Trunks said suavely, cupping his chin. “Now, we just gotta preserve Videl’s body and…”
            Both he and Goten turned to the hole he’d made in the ground. And crawling up from the collapse, looking dirty and none too pleased, was a very-much-alive Videl. Trunks nipped the problem in the bud and told Goten that she was – “Probably.” – not a zombie.
            She crawled onto solid ground on all fours, panting and flushed, not minding whatsoever the exposure of her breasts. Well, she did grab a torn sleeve and held it up on her shoulder, which did little to nothing in covering up her chest. Her angry eyes fell on Trunks, who flinch. “You jerk,” she started with. “What’s the big idea?! You buried me alive!”
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A power-fuck from a souped-up hybrid! Ouch! That can’t feel good… unless you cannot be harmed while in sexual throes! On the next episode of ‘A Harmless Wish Z’, it’s Goten up against Videl! And this kid’s got enough happy thoughts to get a whole city airborne! Videl better hang on, because Trunks has sharing issues! Next time, on ‘A Harmless Wish Z’!
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